#dead head stoner

[pwinkprincess]

i was wondering if you could bless us with more stoner geto🙏🏻

“am i fucking dead?” suguru thinks to himself. he had found a new plug with even stronger strands, and suguru being suguru he felt like he was a pro. he’s been smoking for as long as he could remember, he’s always gotten high but never to the point that he thinks he’s going to green out. well, that was until he smoked whatever the fuck his plug just supplied him.

he doesn’t know if he’s hallucinating or if he’s just high and life is moving in slow motion. his hazed eyes glance tiredly at the tv screen that’s playing some overstimulating cartoon. the characters feels like they are directly inside the room with him, saying dumb cheesy lines inside his ear.

he can’t recall anything that’s happened in the last 30 minutes, he just recalls smoking while you got in the shower. he thought he could get a quick buzz before you got out, just so that the already pleasurable sex with you would be even more intense. he didn’t know he would be smoking something so powerful.

his eyes dart down to his lap, where you are. you’re laying on your stomach, with a mouth full of cock. your eyes are closed in bliss while your feet happily swing in the air. when the hell—?

you’re bobbing your head and using your best moves to bring him to pleasure. skimpy moans escape from your throat every time his cockhead rubs the back of your throat.

“fuck, babygirl.” he sighs out. your mouth is so wet and warm too. he wonders how long you’ve been going at this.

there’s no point in halting you now, he decides. besides, your mouth plus the weed has him on literal saturn.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Cabin in the woods (yan!slasher!Konig x fem!Reader x yan!slasher!Horangi) part 2

You listen to the story about those woods. Turns out, real life is way, way nastier than any of those stories. Don't lose your head.

TW for the chapter: Blood, gore, dead bodies, slut shaming(usage of outdated horror tropes), knife play, blood play, mentions of STDs

— Do you know what animal is this? 

The body of a small creature – rodent, probably, you don’t think there could be any other animals around – was lying on the road near the place you decided to stay for the night. The “Coolest fucking thing in the world that is also just a few hours from here” was still a few hours from here because it was fucking dark and you already left your car on the sidewalk, hoping no one would steal it because honestly, why would anyone need this pile of burning crap. 

— According to the “Basic Bestiary of Austrian Animals” it might be an extremely rare Austrian Marmont.

You fucking hated Max. Mostly because his form of being different was “being an intelligent asshole” and also because he would never forget to rub the fact you were behind him in the grades into your face. 

— Waaaaaaait, a mamont? But it’s small! You have to give Karen – blonde, tan, tall, straight C everywhere except for her chest (then it would be D everywhere) – credit. As adorably silly as she was, she was still the only person you could have a meaningful conversation with. Except for the times when she was fucking your boyfriends. Or when she forgot that you don’t have a boyfriend so he doesn’t need to fuck random people just to spite you.

— Perhaps, if we are extremely lucky, a European edible dormouse, also known as…

— Fuuuuuck, people eat this thing? Yuck! Austria is like, literally the worst country EVER!

You feel like every second of this conversation, even though you are just listening to it, is going to take 10 years from your life span. You never knew why the two got together – maybe because Max loved fucking someone dumber than he is, and Gretchen loved placing the responsibility for her actions on her beloved sociopathic boyfriend. 

You wanted to say that this was literally a fucking squirrel, but you know better. Not like anyone is going to listen anyway. 

You get to the supposed location a few hours – already deep in the night, everything that you hate about forests – unkept environment, horrible living conditions, mosquitos, and occasionally wild animals are making you squirm each time your butt switches the place and you involuntarily sit on the cold, damp ground. You lick your lips, trying to adjust in the position in front of the fire. Fire that you probably shouldn’t be making in the middle of the private territory, but Chad said the place belongs to some weird hillbillies who wouldn’t care about a bunch of college grads having fun. 

You just finished the last of your coke – mixed with cheap whiskey and rum you got back at home, you feel just buzzy and fuzzy and relaxed enough to at least try to engage with people around you. Just didn’t want to make Jenny embarrassed – she was the one to vouch for you, even though you didn’t want to go camping with them. 

— I heard there is something happening in these woods. 

Everyone around you groans and you comply, groaning too. Chad has the worst storytelling voice and even Marty – the resident stoner of the group – is visibly unhappy about having to listen to his dumb jokes. Brace yourself for at least twenty minutes of dumb story with a cheap attempt to scare you. 

— You talk like those locals. What can be here except for drunkards? 

— Very fucking funny, Marty, I hope you laugh at people’s death too. 

Everyone groans again. 

— Shut up and let me finish! So, there is something hiding in those woods…legends…

— What legends? This place was built like 20 years ago. 

— Shut the fuck up, Max! It’s the legends before the town even was built. In those very forests…

— Forests? I thought it was like, just a suburban area. 

— It’s wild Austrian woods, why I would put you to adventure in the fucking suburbs? 

— You’re a suburb baby. 

— Shut it! God, I hate you guys. Alright, so…these woods are populated with…creatures. 

— Ooooh, like the mammoth we saw! 

— Karen, seriously, what the fuck? These woods are filled with motherfucking human-eating killers, not just some animals! 

— Then why do you say “creatures”? — Because it makes for a good fucking story! God, everyone, this is why none of you are studying creative writing! 

— Only your parents have money to pay for it. 

— This is why you all are fucking losers. Alright…god, I hate you. People went missing in these woods. Mostly tourists, never the local population – this is why police don’t care about it. Bodies were found, half-eaten, rotting under that very tree! 

— Which tree? There are like 10 of them just here. 

— More like 100. 

— Under every fucking tree! — That’s a lot of bodies. 

Chad groans, visibly aggressive. You just tilt your head to the side, only talking to him once before taking the last sip of your Coke and standing from your place. You wanted to take a chance to see those woods before you’d be going even deeper the next night – Chad was planning quite an adventure in the wilderness, to your dismay, and you wanted to have a chance to see the cool part of nature before you would grow tired of it. 

To your surprise, Karen was nowhere to be seen. Knowing the girl, she is far too innocent and dumb to be here – probably ran away to not listen to scary stories or got lost while trying to find a good place to pee. You sigh, feeling that it is your responsibility to pick her up – she is Marty’s girlfriend, but he is too stoned out to notice her disappearance yet. 

You stumble on your foot – alcohol makes you dizzy, makes you relaxed and smiley. You don’t even care that no one came to ask what the fuck you are doing – as far as you aware, they all can go and fuck themselves while you have a lot more fun things to do. Like searching for a drunk girl in the forest in the middle of the night…yeah, you really should work on your definition of fun. 

You already a good few minutes into the forest. Nothing but trees, not even a squirrel or a wolf pocking around to feast on yummy bodies. Not like you wanted to see a wolf, of course, but meeting with the wild life could be fun. You’d like to see a bear, for example. 

(And you will – just a bit later) 

— Karen? Karen, are you alright? You decide to scream for her once you are far enough from your friends that they won’t question why you are so concerned for her. Poor girl was obviously scared and you didn’t want to embarrass her even further, so you stroll through the woods, an empty bottle of coke in your hand – not sure why you didn’t threw it away. Littering isn’t nice, after all. 

— Karen? You’re scaring everyone, come out! 

You scream some more – she is probably lost, deep enough that she can’t even hear you. You try not to panic, try to be the reasonable friend – it’s usually Jenny’s task but here you are, trying to be the cool one of your friend group. You yell for Karen some more, listening closely to every little sound that could be easily taken as her whimper or cry for help. 

Nothing. 

Just how far can a scared drunk girl go? Probably not further away than you – you’re already starting to get tired and you knew that Sidhey got far drunker than you are. Which means she could lay here, somewhere, passed from the exhaustion, freezing, with forest animals feasting on her…no, no, you can’t think like that. She is fine, she has to be, or you are going to get into so much trouble with the police and her parents. You never told any of your families about the trip, so you wouldn’t want to get in trouble what ould require their assistance. 

You take a step into deeper part of the forest – and you think you saw a glimpse of…something. Metal, probably, might be her phone or that atrociour hair dye she is using to stop everyone from calling her a mouse. You also think you could hear a sound of someone breathing – heavily, gruffly, definitely a male, but you don’t really know how. You squint, trying to see through the trees. 

You see Karen. 

— Karen? God, you scared everyone…well, me. Where the fuck have you been? 

You smile and wave at her, your drunken state isn’t allowing you to see that, for some weird reason, she isn’t waving back. Or moving, so to speak. She stared at you with that terrified expression of hers and you tilt your head to the side, not udneratanding why is she like that. Something happened between her and others? 

You take another step back and Karen falls. 

Well…her head falls, anyway. 

There are a lot of feelings right now. Panic, panic, panic, a little bit of panic and, oh, who could have guessed, another riel of panic which makes you freak the fuck out and sprint – towards her. Maybe she will be alive if you could put her head back on her neck really-really fast? 

— Is it too late to convince you this is all a dream? 

The voice. 

You don’t recognize it – it’s distorted and quiet under the mask and you don’t know anyone int his fucking place anyways. The voice is weirdly happy, weirdly laughing and you want to vomit from how easy-going it sounds. Like the corpse of your beheaded friend is nothing, like it’s a fun pun, like…

You laungh forward, trying to, maybe, get revenge on your not-really-a-friend. Guy lets go of Karen’s body, allowing it to fall down, her head rolling to the nearest creek and tumbling into the water like a sports ball. You can’t even sob – the situation feels too unreal, too shocking, you are still very much drunk and when the guy simply wraps his hands around your waist, not allowing you to move even an inch, you fall limp in his hold. 

You sob. 

His hand goes to grasp your face in a tight embrace, making you gag from the smell of blood splattered all across his hand. You hear chuckle. 

— Didn’t want you to see that first. Wanted to play hero, yes? 

You sob, you tremble, you can barely master a few words out of your mouth. You want to scream, but it’s like all the air just decided to disappear from your lungs. So, you cry instead. How brave of you, Karen would be so proud of her friend not even trying to avenge her death. 

— F…fuck…you. 

You master with all you strength. Guy is laughing again – his other hand goes to squeeze your waist even more, pushing you against a tree. He wears a full mask with some red drawings on it – a satanic cult, really? You thought about serial killer, maybe, but definetly not about crazy cult maniacs running around. The more you know. 

— Oh, kitten, I’d love to fuck myself. But you’re here for this, no? 

He called you kitten – you squirm in his grasp, not wanting to give him the easy way to kill you. Something pokes you to the side – it’s a knife. Large, sharp, military-issued, you saw it in movie and action TV shows – and now the bloody razor almost grazing over your skin, through the thing fabric of your open jacter and a simple T-shirt. 

— Wh…who are you? 

Stpuid question, really. 

— Why does everyone wants to ask who we are all the time? Would you die happier knowing my name? Would it help you escape knowing how many beauty marks I have?

It would certainly help the police if you were to survive the encounter. Even though you are certainly going to die right next to Karen over there. 

He pushes a knife towards your side, the blade cutting through fabric easily, You brace yourself for being gutted alive. 

— I don’t like stupid questions. Ask something wrong and I will see if you are as pretty on the inside as you are on the outside. 

In a normal situation, you would punch him for such a corny joke. But you’re too drunk for this, but you’re too exhausted for this, but you just want to curl away in some nice place and fucking die, but not because he was the one to kill you. You certainly do not want to give him the satisfaction of being the one for you. 

So, you feel your cheeks heating up with the faintest of blushes. 

— What are you going to do with me?

He pushes the knife deeper, sharp edge cutting the thin line into your side. You sob immediately, tears filling your eyes as you almost feel blood – not a lot of it, just a tiny sharp streak – fill your shirt. You want to vomit, hate pain, and everything that is related to it. Thinking that the knife is dirty already and he would probably infect you with whatever one of the 13 STDs Karen has if he were to proceed. He stops right before the blade can penetrate your skin. 

— I’m a serial killer. What do you think I will do with you? 

You shake your head, trying to search for the question that won’t make him plunge a knife into your body. 

— W…what is your favorite color? 

Good job. Amazing job. Let’s hope you don’t like your liver all that much because he is definitely going to cut it out and eat it. 

— Red. I like you. 

Suddenly, you are being pushed to your knees. Suddenly, he is standing right in front of you – he is tall, of course, bulky and big, and he seems even bigger from this angle. Your face is pressed against his crotch and you can feel the dread slowly filling up your weins. Is he going to…

He presses a knife against your lips – you part it obediently, nervously, you feel your face twitching with disgust as your mouth immediately fills with the metallic taste of Karen’s blood. You really need to vomit right fucking now, but he is petting your head with his other hand like someone would do to a dog or a cat, and you sob. Too scared to do anything and here you thought you would finally stop letting people walk all over you. You thought it would start a journey of self-actualization and finding your own priorities, but…

He presses the knife a bit deeper. 

— Someone here has manners. Your friend here was trying to fuck me until she saw a knife. 

Sounds like Karen. You still remember her fucked-out face when she happily stumbled out of your room, with your boyfriend that you thought was never into cheerleaders. She had her urges and it was normal until she started to get off with those urges on everyone who liked you, or who you liked – and with such an innocent smile that no one was ever mad at her. 

He presses the knife against your upper jaw, laying it flat on your tongue – you sob, trying not to shake your head too much as he wipes away your tears and pushes your throat even deeper on the blade. You don’t know how it still hasn’t penetrated you yet. 

— Squealed like a fucking pig, not even fun anymore. I assume she was the whore of your group? 

You shook your shoulders, not wanting to give him any answers. He laughs, pressing the blade down and slightly turning it to the side. You feel the string of saliva running from your open mouth – he wipes it with his finger, leaving blood stains on your face. 

— Clean the knife for me, okay? I might leave you live if you would be good for us. You launch onto the opportunity to save your life so quickly, that you don’t even register the word “us” slipping from his tongue. 

You suck the knife obediently, carefully holding your tongue from the sharp edge so you won’t cut yourself, trying so desperately not to hurt yourself on the blade, that it’s almost adorable, He looks at you, the way you even fucking hollow your cheeks to clean it more efficiently, like you were sucking a cock and, with every passing second, he doesn’t really feel like killing you anymore. 

He feels like keeping you bound to him – maybe cutting your ankles so you would never run away from them, maybe tying you up to the body of your friend and holstering you both to the house, making you watch him gut Karen so you’d know not to run away from them. 

He pets your head like you were a cat – and, god, he always adored cats. 

You hear the noises from the side – your gaze darts to the nearest bushes as the guy waves his hand to someone gigantic sitting down at your side. Two pair of hands are now petting your head like you were a fucking animal – and you’re still sucking on his knife, feeling the pressure on your lips. You want to die, but there is no choice but to keep living. 

— Scheisse, what do you have here? 

A hand goes to cup your face and turns you to the side, to meet the giant, bulky figure fully wrapped in camo gear. His face is concealed with some sort of hood, which makes you shake even more. They both look like soldiers – or soldier-cultist-butchers from a horror movie. But, then again, you are in the fucking horror movie, since the big guy has Karen’s head in his hand, holding her by the hair. You sob even more. 

— Stumbled across me as I was gutting the slut. 

— Is she a smart one then? 

The guy with the knife laughs, yanking the blade from your mouth. You want to close it immediately, but the second guy pushes his finger between your lips, keeping them apart – and you are too scared to even try to bite him. Instead, you sit here, obediently, feeling the alcohol in your system working its magic. Again. Making you drowsy and relaxed, panic drained so much energy from your body, that you genuinely feel horrible. 

— No, wouldn’t say so. Obedient, more like. 

— Not a cool one either. Are you a virgin, Schatz? 

You want to lie, just so you won’t feel so fucking embarrassed because of it – but something in the brutality of what they did to Karen made you reconsider. You just shake your shoulders, not wanting to give a definitive answer. 

— Cute. Been some time since we saw a cute one like this. 

Your sobbing intensifies and the big guy suddenly yanks you on your feet. You immediately feel ill, pressing your head against the tree and emptying your insides – mostly because of the panic and partly because of the amount of alcohol you drank. Their touches are surprisingly soft on your skin, gently removing any stray hairs from your face and holding a firm hand on your back, rubbing the blood and grim into your jacket. 

You stand like this for a few minutes, choking on your own tears, vomit, and blood. They coo at you, gentle hands on your body guiding you towards them just so the second guy – a smaller one, relatively of course – could get a hand in your hair and yank it back. Hard. 

— Calm the fuck down. 

— You’re scaring her, Tigeren. 

— Aren’t we here for this? 

— Thought you liked this one. 

— I do. But…

— But? 

— Not fun to take her just now. She can help stir her friends a little. Make them run a little. 

They fucking killed Karen and they want to…let you go? They made you clean their knives, stand on your knees in front of them, and then gently helped you empty your insides – just to let you go when you could run into the nearest policeman and destroy their whole little game? Are they dumb or overly confident? 

— She could run. I would rather keep her with us. 

— They won’t get out of these forests without phones. And their car is already…shit. Spoilers. 

— Alright. But I would be the first to take her next time. 

— She won’t be any good after you, Ko. 

— Our Kleine Hase has more than one hole, ja? 

This is it. 

You take the opportunity – they are distracted by their little conversation, so you duck under the hand of the bigger man and run in the close direction to where the group is sitting. You are covered in blood, and dirt, you shake like crazy and you can barely even run straight without getting right into the various trees, but you don’t care. You aren’t strong enough to sit here and listen to their conversation – not when the self-preservation makes you forget about Karen. Not when that feeling in your chest can only be described as “She got what she asked for” – because she was a bitch, but not nearly enough to deserve being beheaded by two psychos. 

They laugh as they watch you run. Horangi smiles, nudging Konig to the side – you’re not a fighter, but still interesting enough. Adorable and obedient, just vile enough to suck on the same knife that killed your friend – interesting mix, to say the least. Hongjin always wanted a cat, but never got the time on the various deployments – and you behave like a perfect mix of a kitten and bunny. 

Konig tilts his head to the side, watching you, this pathetic little thing, run like the devil was after you. He was, of course. and he came in double, but it was still funny, how a city girl like you seriously thought you would be able to get away if they weren’t allowing you to. You’re cute, for a tourist, and he wants to hunt you some more – perfect foreplay before destroying you with either his cock or his knife. 

One down – and both of them couldn’t wait to finally get to you. 

[minisugakoobies]

Hideaway | KHJ

Pairing: Hongjoong x Gender Neutral Reader (AFAB) Genre: smut, crack, strangers to lovers, Frat Bro!AU Rating: M (18+) Warnings: smoking/edibles, stoner!hongjoong agenda, woosan side pairing, oral fixation (as in the author reader is obsessed with joong's mouth), to be fair it's a very filthy mouth, dry humping, biting/marking, tit pinching/sucking, fingering, hongjoong goes downtown & eats it like a vulture, aka cunnilingus, wet & messy, cum eating, a tiny bit of exhibitionism, accidental voyeurism Word Count: 7.1K Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own ATZ - they just inspire me

Summary: When your friend keeps dragging you to frat parties, all you want to do is find a place to hide and get high. You definitely don't expect to meet a man with a devilish smile and an even more wicked tongue.

A/N: Hello I'm back with more Ateez! This one's a very self-indulgent fic about getting high with Hongjoong. It all stemmed from discussions with @kiestrokes about what a gorgeous mouth Joong has 🥴 Lokie, I hope you enjoy what you've wrought 😜💕

Unbeta'd as usual. Like this fic? Want me to keep writing Ateez? Please let me know!

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One hour. That’s all San asked of you. Go to a party with him for one hour, because his crush was going to be there, and he needed your support. As his best friend and roommate, how could you say no? 

Two hours into the party, you’re wishing you’d put your foot down. You’re worn out from art studio this week, where it had been your turn to face group critique. Honestly, after that experience, you really don’t want to be around other people for a while. You long to crash on your couch with a stash of junk food and video games and not move until class on Monday. Instead, you’re holding up a wall in a frat house, watching your best friend dance with Wooyoung, the Alpha Tau Zeta brother who’d caught San’s eye. 

You’re happy for San, truly, but a bit surprised at how quickly things escalated from “OMG he’s so cute, do you think he’d dance with me?” to Wooyoung climbing your friend like the mountain he is. San looks completely lovestruck as the other man wraps his arms around his shoulders, and you sigh, resigned to your fate. 

San had promised that you’d leave together, saying he’d treat you to your favorite waffles at your favorite diner after the party, and you’d agreed, but now that means you’re stuck here for god knows how much longer. You could find him and tell him you changed your mind and you’re gonna go. He’d say okay, but he’d say it with that pout of his, and as long as you’ve known San, that pout has owned your weak ass, so there’s really no point. You’ll just wait.

However, hovering like a third wheel isn’t your idea of a good time, so you decide to find somewhere else to hang out. The room is packed with couples grinding, and you weave around them carefully, trying to avoid the beer sloshing about as a girl beside you really puts her back into it. The kitchen is just as cramped as the living room, a beer pong match taking up most of the space, so you keep wandering, until you come to the foyer, where there’s a staircase to the second floor. Wanting to put as much distance between yourself and the loud music, you start to climb. 

It’s much less crowded upstairs. There are a few people scattered along the hallway, talking in small groups, or heading into the bedrooms, all of which have closed doors. You’re a little afraid of what you might walk in on if you open one, so you keep moving, hoping to find a quiet spot to sit and hide. 

Instead, as you round a corner, you come to a dead end. But to your left, there’s a window that’s cracked ajar, night breeze just teasing you with enticing coolness after the rank humidity of the dance floor. You press your palms to the glass, peeking out. It looks like the window opens onto the roof of the back porch. 

Gently, you lift the sash until you can stick your head out. The roof is flat, not sloped. It’s fairly dark, with only the moon above and the string lights crisscrossing the yard providing a pale glow. And, most blessedly, it is devoid of other people.

As quickly as you can, you shimmy out the window.

The backyard is dotted with kiddie pools still full of jello from the last wrestling tournament. In between the pools, the ground is a squishy mess of colorful gelatin and disgusting mud, which means that there are very few partygoers outside right now, besides a handful that you can hear beneath you, hanging out on the porch. But they can’t see you, so you can live with that. 

Settling with your back pressed to the brick wall, you take a deep breath, relaxing. Even though it’s so late in the fall that the weather is already flirting with winter, it’s a nice night to be outside. The air is crisp, but you’re plenty warm in your sweater and jeans, toes tapping idly inside your boots. The moon plays hide and seek behind some passing clouds while you observe contentedly.

“No one’s supposed to be out here.” 

“Fuck!” You jump, so surprised to hear someone address you. The voice came from the shadows of the opposite corner of the roof, where another window mirrors the one you came through. 

There’s a short burst of laughter, and then someone leans into the light. 

Reddish-orange hair hangs over a dark brow, above eyes scrunched nearly closed in glee, further expressed by a full bottom lip twisting upwards in a smirk. As you will your racing heart to ease off, a guy you’ve never seen before carefully steps across the roof. He’s wearing an oversized t-shirt over a long-sleeved striped shirt and jeans. His shirt doesn’t have any letters on it, but he must be a brother here if he’s trying to tell you what to do. 

He’s almost unfairly gorgeous, this stranger who scared you nearly to death, and he’s laughing at you.

You attempt to recover your cool, leaning back against the wall again. “I didn’t see a sign.”

“It’s kind of unsaid.”

“Well, it kind of needs to be said,” you shoot back a little snappily, annoyed that your peace has been shattered. “You’re out here, too, you know.” 

“I live here.” 

“So that’s fine, then?” 

He grins, a wicked thing that has your neck flaming with sudden heat, and slides further out of the darkness, until he’s about an arms-length away. “Ok if I sit here?” 

“I mean, if unspoken rules don’t stop you, what’s me literally saying ‘no’ gonna do?” 

Another quick ratatat of laughter. “You’re funny.” He drops down beside you, tipping his head back to rest against the wall. 

You don’t say anything to his comment, waiting for him to say something else. Like explain why he’s out here or who he is to tell you where you can’t be or anything. A minute passes, then another. You hear the people on the porch heading back into the party and then there’s only the dull thumping of the music inside and the sound of the crickets chirping in the yard. 

You wonder if you should say something to the stranger, maybe explain why you’re out here, but he seems pretty content to sit quietly, and if he’s happy to remain silent, so are you. He doesn’t seem like he’s going to actually kick you off the roof, so you release the tension in your shoulders, inhaling deeply again, and match his pose, staring up at the sky. 

The wind stirs, brushing your cheek with gentle fingers.

“Not into parties?” 

You glance over when he finally speaks. His profile is striking - sharp jawline, straight nose with just the slightest upturn. It makes you wish you had your sketchbook with you. He’d make a lovely model right now, pretty face lit by the soft luminescence of the moon. 

“It’s not that. Just been a long week. I was planning on a quiet night in. But my roommate had other ideas.” 

“And now you’re stuck here, waiting for them?” 

You nod. The stranger hums. 

“Yeah, I can sympathize. Kinda hard to have a quiet night here, like… all the time.” 

It’s your turn to hum. “But… did you not know what you were signing up for when you joined a fraternity?” 

He laughs again. You’re starting to really like the sound. “Do I need to remind you that you’re not supposed to be out here?”

“Do I need to remind you?” 

“Fair.” 

Another comfortable silence. This is your type of stranger - one who respects the sanctity of quiet moments. After a few more minutes, you decide, fuck it, and reach into your crossbody, pulling out your vape pen. You’re not going to get high high while you wait for San, not the way you had planned to do if you were at home melding with the couch, but you can at least take the edge off. 

But before you do, you hold the pen out to the stranger. “Want a hit?” 

He raises an eyebrow, nods.  

Your gaze lingers maybe a few seconds too long as his lips wrap around the mouthpiece, drawing the smoke into his lungs and holding it there for a few seconds. He hands the pen back with an exhaled thanks. 

You take your turn, tipping your face up to momentarily blot out the stars with smoke. The light cherry flavor hangs on your tongue while you hand the pen back over without asking. The stranger takes another lungful.

“So… do you have a name?” 

“Of course I do,” you reply. Dumb questions get dumb answers. “Do you?”

His lips curl into a bright smile. “I do.” 

Another pass. You check your phone, just to make sure San hasn’t sent you any messages. He hasn’t. He’s probably affixed to Wooyoung’s gorgeous face by now.

“Hongjoong,” the stranger says after another inhale. “I’m Hongjoong.” 

“Nice to meet you, Hongjoong. Thanks for not throwing me off your roof.” 

“Thanks for the tokes.” 

He grins at you again, full teeth, and you can’t help but beam back. He really is rather cute - 

“Hongjoong! Are you out here again?”

One of the brothers you’d seen playing pong earlier has his head out the window behind Hongjoong. 

“Yeah, I’m here. What’s up, ‘Hwa?” 

The other man looks past Hongjoong, squinting into the darkness. “Is someone out there with you? You know no one’s suppo-”

“Seonghwa. What do you need?” Hongjoong’s tone shifts, becoming a little authoritative. 

“You better get in here. Mingi’s trying to get everyone to go streaking again.” 

“So?” Your pen is still in Hongjoong’s hand, heading to his lips as he takes another puff. “He’s always trying to do that. No one ever agrees.” 

“So, I guess he thought the best way to convince everyone was by going first. He’s currently doing naked laps around the beer pong table.” Seonghwa frowns. “It’s really throwing off my game.” 

Hongjoong sighs, an exceptionally weary sound. Rising to his feet, he brushes off his jeans. “I better go put a stop to that.” He glances down at you. “If anyone tries to kick you off here, just tell them I said you have my permission.” 

“And I need that?” 

The smirk returns. And then he has the audacity to wink. Before you can catch your breath, he’s climbing back through the window. 

Silence envelops you again. You lift your pen to your lips one more time before tucking it away. 

The minutes tick by.

When the clouds drifting across the stars start to look like tantalizing wisps of cotton candy, seemingly close enough that you could reach out and grab some, your stomach lets out a growl. Maybe you should go grab San away and tell him it’s time to bounce. You’ve done your time. There’s a perfectly golden waffle just waiting for you to drown with syrup at the diner. 

Besides, you can’t wait out here all night for cute boys who may or may not return. As much as you might want to. 

“Again?” 

Two weeks have come and gone since San dragged you to ATZ. And now here he is, knocking on your bedroom door and giving you his best puppy dog eyes as he informs you that Wooyoung’s invited him to another party tonight. 

“Do you really need me to go? I thought you guys were hitting it off.” The two of them had been exchanging texts like crazy, and had gone on a date last weekend. You hadn’t seen your best friend this giddy in ages. 

“We are. He’s amazing,” San sighs, a faraway look in his eyes. “But I need you there so I have a reason to leave. I don’t want him to think I’m easy.” 

You try, you really, really do, but you can’t stop the laughter that bursts out of you. San has proudly called himself a slut on more than one occasion. In the three years you’ve been besties, you’ve never known him to deny himself some dick. 

“Stop laughing!” San puffs his bottom lip. “I’m serious. I really like him, and I want to take it slow.”

“That’s so sweet,” you coo, pinching his cheeks. He ducks his head with a tiny “aish,” but you know he’s not mad. “But why can’t you just make up a reason not to stay?”

The pout returns. “Because he’s hot and I’m weak. Please, help me out?” 

Sighing, you cross your arms. He’s not the only one without a backbone. “Maybe. What’s in it for me?” 

“I knew you’d ask that.” With a grin, he holds out a small ziploc baggie. “Here.” He tosses it your way. 

It’s a brownie. You grin. “Oh honey, you baked!” 

San returns your smile. “The batch came out a bit stronger than usual, so that’s why it’s just a little square. Half of that is probably enough for you. But if you go with me tonight, I’ll let you have the rest of the pan.” 

And just like that, you find yourself at another party packed full of people. This time, the beer pong table has been replaced with a giant ice luge, with coeds lining up to take their turns slurping jungle juice off the frozen display. You give the luge a wide berth, not wanting the sticky liquid to splash the boots you’re wearing. All the seats in the living room are occupied, and dancers are taking up all the open space left, so again you head upstairs.

Unlike the last time you were here, the roof does not provide you an escape, thanks to the chilly autumn rain that simply won’t let up tonight. It’s like the universe doesn’t want you pulling a Houdini this time. At least you have your brownie with you. You just need to find somewhere to enjoy it while you wait for San. 

The doors to all the rooms on the second floor are closed, so you keep moving, climbing up to the third floor. No one’s in the hallway up here, and there’s a room with the door wide open, so you peek your head in. 

Rows of books line shelves built into the two of the walls, The third has a fireplace, unlit, with photos of the fraternity brothers hanging above the mantle. There’s a rather nice overstuffed couch and a pair of high-backed chairs facing the fireplace. 

“These frat boys live like kings,” you murmur to yourself, creeping forward to examine the portraits. Your eye is immediately drawn to one in particular, a redheaded man with a bright smile, whose photo bears the title “President.” 

“I’m having the strangest sense of déjà vu,” a voice suddenly declares. 

Whirling, you find the same man watching you from the doorway. Tonight, he’s wearing a white shirt decorated with big red hearts, unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and a pair of tight jeans. And that sexy smirk of his. 

You frown, clutching your racing heart. “Do you enjoy sneaking up on people like that?”

“Only when they’re somewhere they shouldn’t be.” Hongjoong taps a sign on the door, which declares in extremely big, bold font: ATZ ONLY - KEEP OUT. “It’s clearly stated that this room is off limits. So what’s your excuse tonight?” Though his words are sharp, the gleam in his eye is playful.

Your lips twitch. “That sign probably would’ve worked better if the door had been closed.” You give him an appraising look. “Shouldn’t you be downstairs making sure your brothers keep their clothes on or whatever?” 

While he huffs in amusement, you wander over to one of the walls of books, running your fingers along their spines. They’re all labeled with a year. Grabbing last year’s, you let it fall open to a random page of photos. Wow, some of the brothers appear to be really allergic to shirts - 

Hongjoong snatches the album from your hands, closing it with a snap. “That’s private,” he informs you, slipping the book back into its slot. “And don’t try to change the subject. No one’s allowed in here but myself and my brothers. So come on.” He jerks his head towards the door. 

“Counteroffer,” you say, producing your brownie from your bag. 

Hongjoong pauses with his hand on the doorknob. “What is that?” 

“A brownie.” 

His eyes narrow a little. “Would you say there’s anything special about that brownie?” 

You nod. Hongjoong glances out into the hallway. Then he closes the door. 

“You’re awfully easy to bribe,” you inform him as the two of you settle on the couch, you in one corner, him taking the spot next to you. Carefully, you pull the brownie apart, handing him half. 

“Don’t tell anyone. Can’t have my reputation getting ruined.” He holds his half up. “Cheers.” 

“Cheers,” you giggle, tapping your half against his before taking a bite. 

Hongjoong devours his brownie in mere seconds. A bit of chocolate clings to his lower lip, his tongue flicking out to capture it, and you force yourself to focus on the remainder of your half, so you’re not just sitting there staring openly at his pretty mouth, as much as you’d like to. 

“So, is this your thing? Going to parties just to hide and get high?” 

“Ha, no. Not normally. But my roommate keeps insisting that I come with him.” 

“And where is your roommate now?”

You snort, licking crumbs from your fingertips. “Probably suctioned to Wooyoung’s face.” 

Hongjoong laughs. “Ah, you’re friends with San? He seems like a great guy, from what Woo’s told us.” 

“Woo talks about him?” You can’t wait to tell San. You can hear his bashful giggles now. 

“Yeah. He won’t shut up about him, actually. It’s nice, but it’s also annoying as fuck.” Hongjoong winces. “Sorry. I shouldn’t be so blunt.” 

“No, it’s fine, I get it. I love San, but I can only take so much puppy love before I get nauseous.” 

“Exactly.” Hongjoong grins. He sinks down further into the couch, legs spreading open as he gets more comfortable. 

The two of you are quiet for a moment, long enough for your brain to start asking questions. Is he planning on staying here with you? You’d kinda figured he’d eat the brownie and then go. Shouldn’t he be down at the party, if he’s the president of the frat? 

“You know, you don’t have to babysit me. I’m not gonna do anything in here but melt into the couch for a little while.” 

Hongjoong shrugs. His left hand plays in the rip above the knee in his jeans. “It’s not that I’m afraid you’re gonna do something. It’s just…” he trails off for a few seconds, lost in thought. “I’m not in a party mood tonight. You might not have been trying to hide, but I was.”  

“Oh. Shit. Do you - would you rather that I leave, so you can be alone?” 

He shakes his head. “Nah, you can stay. If you want to. I don’t mind your company.” 

“Oh,” you say again, in surprise. Something flutters in your chest when he looks at you. “Okay.” 

Hongjoong’s fingers return to the tear in his jeans, picking at the strings. “So… do I get to learn your name tonight?”

Oh, right. You’d never actually introduced yourself on the roof. 

He peers at you, clearly waiting for your answer, and the flutter gets stronger. What is it about his gaze that makes you want to tease him? 

“I don’t know,” you sigh, tilting your head as you look at him. “Have you earned it?” 

His eyebrow quirks slightly. “Didn’t know I had to.” 

You merely shrug, biting back a grin. He focuses on the wall opposite the couch, mulling over your words, while you sit beside him, primly arranging your skirt over your tights-covered thighs. The couch is ridiculously cushy and you’re already starting to relax into it. 

“If you won’t tell me, I’ll just go downstairs and find San,” he says after a moment. 

“That’s cheating!”

“Oh, does that upset the rule breaker?” He clutches his chest in mock horror, grinning when you laugh. “Excuse the fuck out of me.” 

“I’m not a rule breaker. I just…” you falter for an explanation.

“Don’t care for parties and prefer pot over people.” 

Hongjoong cracks up at the face you make in response to his too correct reading of you. 

“You’re doing a terrible job of earning my name, just for your information,” you sniff, but when he laughs harder, bumping his shoulder into yours, you cave, giggling. He doesn’t move away when the laughter tapers off.

You make a little small talk. The usual stuff - what’s your major, where are you from, etc. He’s a music production major and apparently spends all his time in the studio, on the opposite side of campus from where your art studio is located. No wonder you’ve never seen him around before. 

Eventually the room falls silent again. If it weren’t for the thumping coming through the floor, you could almost forget there are other people in the house. You let your eyes fall shut for a moment, ears straining to make out the music drifting from the first floor. It’s only the drums and bass that you can catch, something pulsating and rhythmic. Hypnotic, lulling you further into relaxation. 

That’s when you feel it. That telltale body buzz that starts in your feet and spreads all over. Your thoughts become a little floaty, each one drifting away before you can really grasp them, and you turn to Hongjoong. 

“I think I found the drugs,” you giggle. 

Hongjoong lets out a single “ha” from deep in his chest, and then he hums. You let your head fall back against the couch and close your eyes.

“Oh shit, there they are,” you hear Hongjoong say, with another laugh, and you start to giggle again, and when you look at him, he’s watching you, and you wonder what it would be like to kiss him right now, with his face so close to yours. His lips look very kissable, meant to be nibbled and sucked. You long to, biting your own lip as you fantasize about his taste.  

Hongjoong sighs. “Damn, I feel good. Thank you. You’re officially my favorite trespasser.”

“Is that a long list?” 

His grin widens. “Longer than you’d think.” His eyelids lower a little as he leans closer. The air feels like it’s heating up around you now. Your skin tingles from your high, and it only increases when Hongjoong’s fingers cup your chin. “Can I kiss you?”

“Why?” is what flies out of your mouth in surprise, even though you’re dying to feel his lips on yours.

“Because I like kissing pretty people when I’m high.” 

Heat pools in your belly, and you shift on the couch, reaching for him. As your fingers twist in his shirt, your mouths connect. It’s a slow, wet kiss, tongues warm against each other, rolling over and around. Messy, but neither of you care, both lost in the sensation. 

When his arms wrap around your back, you slip into his lap, straddling his thighs. His head tilts up to greedily chase your mouth, and you tug his bottom lip with your teeth, shivering at the way he groans. His fingers dig into your shoulder blades as he pulls you down on top of him, so there’s no distance between you, just clothing and heat between you.  

Hongjoong nudges your face with his, getting you to turn your head so he can nibble on your earlobe. His hands fondle your ass beneath your skirt, grabbing and pinching the ample flesh through your tights, while his mouth ripples down your cheek and neck, covering your skin in soft kisses, before finding your lips again. 

It’s been too long since you’ve made out with someone like this. The last few people you kissed with all treated it like an annoying chore, something perfunctory that had to be performed in order to get what they really wanted. Hongjoong holds you like you’re something to be slowly explored, something to be savored, not just used. 

“Feeling good?” He leans back for a second, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he peers at you. His face is flushed, lips darkened from your nipping, and the rather fucked out sight of him has you clutching at his shoulders, desperately pulling his mouth back onto yours.

“So good,” you moan when you come up for air, rolling your hips. He feels so amazing underneath you, hard cock bulging obscenely in his jeans, that you can’t help yourself, humping away mindlessly while you kiss, whining slightly when you can’t quite find the right angle to ease the aching in your clit. 

Hongjoong laughs into your mouth, fingers sliding up to grab your hips. “Slow it down, baby,” he whispers, pressing more kisses along your jawline. With his strong grip, he takes control, guiding you back and forth, slower, but more forcefully, his own hips moving to grind himself up into you. “‘M not going anywhere. Take your time.” 

Your whole body shudders at his words. With another pitiful whimper, you snake your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers into his hair as your mouth dives for his again. 

Take your time. If he insists. With his encouragement, you lose yourself in the languorous pace he’s set, soaking panties rubbing on the rough denim below, friction building, a wave that never crests, just rolls on and on. You know you could do this for hours, make out and dry hump like this, without coming. It takes you much longer to come when you’re stoned, but the orgasms are so intense that it’s always worth it. 

Your fingers brush over his neck and he shudders beneath you. Intrigued, you lower your mouth to his collarbones, picking a spot exposed by his open shirt, and gently bite down. He groans brokenly, hips jerking upwards, and you lick at the same spot a few times, lazy, slow strokes, before sucking, painting his skin with a love mark. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, bucking again, with renewed urgency. Giggling, you sign your work with a light nuzzle before he grabs your chin, frantically bringing your face to his for more kisses, wet and filthy and so sensual that you feel like you’re nearly going feral with desire. 

“Hongjoong,” you whine, needing more of him, greedy hands lacing into his hair. Your sense of touch is so heightened right now that the strands feel like silk wrapping around your fingertips. 

As you moan again, Hongjoong’s hand travels to your neck, fingers playing there, curling and uncurling. “When you say my name like that, you know what it makes me wanna do?” 

“Wha-what?” Your thighs are starting to get damp, covered in slickness from the sound of his husky voice. You grind down harder, gasping in pleasure when he meets your movements with a powerful thrust of his own.

“Sit you on my cock and fuck you stupid.” He bites his lip, looking down at your chest as it jiggles under your sweater. “Let you ride it. Could you do that for me? Ride it real good?”

“Fuck yes!” There’s no hesitation in your answer. It’s all you want right now, to feel him all over you and inside you. Yes, of course you’d be so good for him, because you know he’d be good to you. Even though you’ve only really just met him, you feel it in your soul. 

“I bet you would. Ride it like a fuckin’ champ. Make it bouncy.” His right hand squeezes your ass, making you squeal into his kiss. 

A dreamlike haze hangs over everything now. You stare open-mouthed while his left hand fondles your breast over your sweater. Then he tugs your top up and your bra down, far enough for the cool air to kiss your exposed skin. His deft fingers pinch your nipple sharply for a few painfully pleasurable seconds before his hot tongue replaces them, and your drug-and-lust-addled brain wonders dumbly for a moment who let out such a shameless mewl before you recognize that it was you.  

Time stretches in that surreal way that it does when you’re high, making every minute feel like an eternity. Hongjoong laves his tongue over your other nipple, sucking the pert bud into his mouth, and you keen, head lolling back while pleasure ripples through you. His tongue is magic. You bet he gives good head. You hope you find out. 

Unfortunately, though, while you’re wondering what his mouth would feel like on your cunt, time has not actually stopped, and there is still a party going on. Which you are rudely reminded of when it suddenly spills over into the room, popping the little bubble that you and Hongjoong have been hiding in.

“Don’t worry, no one’s ever in- oh, shit!” 

A loud curse draws your attention away from Hongjoong’s tongue and to the tall brother standing in the doorway, frozen like a deer. There’s a cute coed holding his hand, peeking around him to see what made him yell. 

“Yunho, what the fuck, man?” Hongjoong groans, a scowl twisting his kiss-swollen lips. “Get out!”

You’re moving sluggishly, brain lagging with arousal and what you’re recognizing is a lot of THC for such a small brownie, but Hongjoong seems to have more of his wits about him, as he carefully lets go of your sweater so you’re covered again. He doesn’t try to slide you from his lap, just places his hands on your waist to keep you steady. 

Tall guy’s sputtering now. “I-I’m sorry, the door wasn’t locked, and - “

“It’s fine, Yun, just go, all right?” Hongjoong glances at you. “You okay?”

If you were sober, you’d probably be horrifically embarrassed to be caught tits-out. Might even run for the door so you could go home and hide for the rest of the weekend or month or year. But between the brownie and the man currently checking in with you, you’re feeling too good right now to really give a shit what anyone else thinks. 

You nod at Hongjoong’s question, beaming happily. A crooked smile spreads across Hongjoong’s face, his thumbs etching tiny circles into your sides. 

“Hongjoong?” Yunho’s basically a statue at this point, completely immovable in the doorway. “I know we’re not supposed to let anyone else in here, but seeing as how you have someone else in here, uh… am I gonna get in trouble for this?”  

“If I say no, will you fuckin’ leave already?” Hongjoong glares at the other man, and it does not escape your attention how sexy he looks when he’s mad. 

“I don’t know. I mean, we’ll leave, but I don’t know if you’re just saying that to get me t-”

“Get out!” 

Your sudden shout snaps Yunho into action. He slams the door shut, leaving you alone with Hongjoong, who is gawking at you with his mouth hanging open. Oops. Maybe you shouldn’t have done that.

“Sorry,” you apologize, cringing. “I didn’t mean to shout.” 

“No, that was so hot,” Hongjoong declares, leaning forward to kiss you eagerly. 

“Yeah?” you pant against his lips in surprise.  

He nods, nose jostling yours, and kisses you again, and again, until you’re dizzy, needing oxygen, but you’re unwilling to tear yourself away from his mouth. All you want is to lose yourself in him again, crawl back into that heat from before. 

Just as you feel it starting to happen, he pulls away. 

“We should probably lock the door,” he says, but he doesn’t move. His eyes are studying your face carefully, you realize, looking for any signs of objection. For some reason, that just makes your answer even more affirmative. 

“Good idea,” you reply, slipping off his lap and crossing the room in three quick steps. You shoot him a glance over your shoulder as you twist the lock. Either the pot is slowing his reactions as much as it’s slown yours, or he doesn’t care that you catch him openly staring at your ass. He grips his cock through his jeans, hand flexing as he squeezes slightly. 

His gaze is too intense even from across the room. It makes you shy, has you lowering your head as you return to the couch. His fingers slide under your chin, tilt your face up to meet his ravenous lips as he guides you onto your back. 

Your boots hit the floor one after the other, followed by his sneakers. One of his arms props him up over you. His other hand grips your thigh, spreading your legs apart, allowing him to slot himself in between. He swallows your sigh when his fingers roam inwards, slipping against your core. 

“Damn, baby, did I do all this?” he asks, rubbing at the dampness seeping through the layers of your panties and tights. 

You pluck at the buttons on his shirt, palms skimming over the warm skin that’s revealed beneath. He hisses quietly when you brush over his stomach. Seems it’s not just his neck that’s sensitive. Good to know. 

“Yes,” you nod, squirming slightly when he drops his hand to cup you. His thumb applies a bit of pressure so achingly near your clit that you whine, almost as loudly as you’d yelled before. “Please tell me you’re gonna do something about it.” 

He smirks then, that maddeningly taunting smile of his. The one that tells you not to be fooled by his quiet demeanor. The one that tells you he’s trouble.  “As soon as you tell me your name.” 

His hand drags frustratingly slowly upwards, spreading your slickness as it goes, making you whimper. “Hongjoong!” 

“No, that’s my name.” His fingertips are crawling now, moving closer and closer to the waistband of your tights, one millimeter at a time. 

The anticipation is driving you insane. And it seems you’re not the only one enjoying it, judging by the way he’s rutting his bulge into your thigh.

“Don’t tease,” you complain, pouting. 

“But that’s my favorite part,” he shoots back, grinning madly. Fuck. He’s trouble for sure. 

His fingers trace shapes over your hips, back and forth, long lines that have you huffing in frustration. Then he curls them under the waistband, pulling them down, just the tiniest fraction of an inch, then another, tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip as he looks at you, and then - 

He stops. 

You groan, head tossing back to bounce against the arm of the couch. 

“YN, my name is YN, fuck, I yield!” 

“That didn’t take long,” he gloats. “So desperate for me. I love it.” 

If you weren’t still high, you might be embarrassed. Instead, you’re brazen, whimpering in agreement. You want him, just like he wants you, why bother to hide it? 

He finally releases you from your misery by rolling down all that annoying clothing that separates you from him, tossing it onto the floor. A gentle scrape of his fingernails on your bare skin has you trembling, begging for more of his touch. He obliges, lowering his mouth to leave hot-breathed kisses on your thighs. 

“Y’know what else I like to do when I’m high?” he asks, watching you with hooded eyes. His hands haven’t stopped moving, are languidly pushing your skirt up to your waist. 

“What?”

“Eat pussy.” He licks his lips. “Wanna eat you, baby. Can I?” 

“Please,” you groan, reaching for your skirt, pulling it up as far as you can, baring yourself to him. He grins, fingers spreading you open, and you twitch as the little puffs of his delighted laughter swirl over your sensitive skin. 

Hongjoong flattens his tongue, dragging it up and down a few times. You keen, fingers digging into the wool of your skirt, clutching the material tightly, when he keeps moving up, circling your clit, before he undulates his tongue, making the tiny nub bounce. Then he switches back to licking stripes, pressing the taut muscle more firmly against you with each pass.

You feel like your entire body is pulsating in time with your clit. “Oh my god.” 

“You’re so wet,” he groans happily, lapping without restraint at your pussy, sloppy and loud. “Could fuckin’ drown down here.” 

His mouth. It’s sinful, how good he is with it, the way he kisses your folds and sucks on your clit. Uses it to say the filthiest things, keeping up a running commentary: 

Look at you, dripping all over the place. Such a mess, baby. Let’s see how much wetter you can get.

Could eat this pretty pussy for hours and never get my fill. Got me so greedy.

Mmmph, love the way you taste. Bet you’re even sweeter when you come.

You don’t catch every word, given the way he mumbles them into your cunt, but you hear enough to have you babbling in response, chanting his name and praising his skills over and over. 

When your words dissolve into moans, Hongjoong changes it up, adding his fingers to the mix. His mouth seals around your clit while he strokes inside you, warm walls spreading to allow his lithe digits to plunge in and out. Then he thrusts his tongue into your clenching hole, using his fingertips to roll your thrumming nub around, lightly squeezing as he fucks you with his mouth. 

“Hongjoong!” You’re losing your mind, your entire body vibrating with pleasure. “Holy shit, please!” Can’t even finish your sentence, your foggy brain too busy focusing on holding your head up so you can watch him. Drool runs from the corner of your mouth, lips slack as you pant wildly. 

He laughs, popping off your clit with a loud slurp. “Please what?” He nuzzles his face against your thigh, kissing it gently. “What do you need?”

“I - I need…” You break off with a sudden mewl as he presses insistently into that soft spot on your inner walls, like he’s trying to leave an impression of his fingertip. “Oh fuck, right there, don’t stop!” 

“Don’t worry, I got you,” he vows, catching your eye. His face is a mess, hair damp with sweat, a shiny layer of your arousal smeared all over his mouth and chin. His hips keep rolling into the couch beneath him, and his voice wobbles a little as he speaks, but his gaze is unwavering. “Just lie back and let me do my thing. I’ll get you there.” 

He drops his mouth to your cunt again, and keeps his word. 

Time expands again as the tension inside you snaps. Your orgasm pulsates through you, flowing like a wave through your tingling body, wiping away all coherent thought, even turning your vision white for a few long seconds. Hongjoong’s fingers continue to massage your g-spot while his tongue still flutters over your clit, and you slowly come back to yourself, inhaling deeply before sobbing his name. 

He lifts his head momentarily to observe the results of his hard work. “That’s it, baby. Let go,” he murmurs, tongue skimming down to lap at your release. Lost in ecstasy, you thread your hand through his hair, tugging his face closer to your cunt, and ride out your high on his tongue, hips bucking erratically. He voices his approval with a guttural moan. 

Like any other time you’re high, you come for several minutes, shaking and twitching, panting and moaning. When your pelvis finally ceases moving and your fingers release their grip on his hair, Hongjoong pulls away. He doesn’t sit up, just lays his cheek on your hip, dark eyes scanning your face. 

“I was right. You taste sweet when you cum.” 

Jesus. That mouth. You start to giggle, flustered by his statement, both embarrassed and pleased, and he joins you, head bouncing slightly on your shaking stomach. Suddenly you’re overwhelmed by the need to feel him on top of you, to let his weight press you down, anchor you to reality, so with frantic hands you guide him back up to your waiting mouth. 

His kisses are slower now, softer. He’s still hard beneath his jeans, grinding into you, but it’s not as desperate as it was when he was humping the couch. You slide your hands down his chest, down his stomach, down to where the buttons on this waistband lay.

Hongjoong ignores your little cry of protest when he suddenly draws away, sitting back on his heels and peering down, glimmering eyes merrily taking in the state of you.

“You’re gorgeous,” he tells you, and you believe him. “I’m glad you broke in here tonight.”

Despite yourself, you laugh. “I didn’t break - you know what? Not important.” You prop yourself up on your elbows, staring pointedly at his crotch. “Don’t you need help with that? I’m more than happy to return the favor.” 

He smirks. “The party’s not over yet. We’ll get there.” Your stomach somersaults at the promise laced into his voice. “But speaking of parties…”

Right. Holy shit, there’s still an entire frat partying right outside these walls. Hongjoong’s unbelievable tongue managed to make you forget that for a while. 

“I should probably go downstairs and check on things,” he finishes with a sigh, buttoning his shirt up halfway.

It’s strange, you’re still basking in the afterglow of your climax, and yet you can’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. 

It’s just like when you get really high and then eat an entire convenience store’s worth of snacks. Weed makes you insatiable. Hongjoong just gave you an earth-shattering orgasm and you’re already dying for more. 

Maybe you should thank him and let the moment be what it was. 

“Right. Of course.” Begrudgingly, you let him go of him. He rises slowly, stretching and rolling his neck. “Um. That was great. I guess… I guess I’ll see you around?” 

Hongjoong laughs, gesturing for you to stand. “Come on, you’re coming with me.” 

Your heart pounds a quick beat at his smile. 

“Why?” you inquire. “Worried I’ll learn all of Alpha Tau’s deepest darkest secrets if I stay here alone? Think you need to keep an eye on me?” 

“Nah,” he replies, grabbing your hand. You let him tug you to your feet, let him pull hard enough that you crash into him, your palms landing on his chest while he slings his arm around your back to catch you. “I just want to keep my hands on you.”

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[greenunoreversecard]

HEYYEYHEY CAN I REQUEST LLOYD (ninjago) HEADCANONS PLEASEEEE (ty :3)

A/N: Ofc!I'll do general character ones, as well as x reader ones :) hope ye likey likey:pp

Lloyd, The Greenest and Geekest mf.

General character headcanons:

Half Japanese half Chinese

His hair is box blonde dye and you cannot change my mind.

Left handed

Severely dyslexic and hands off all scroll reading and just reading oriented tasks to kai.

Def gen z vibes. Like, the others give off more inbetween z and millenial, so they dont always get his humor. And sometimes he uses that to his advantage and "Speaks in code" (uses as much slang as possible)

Has LED lights in his room set to forest green.

Has given himself a smiley face tattoo.

Cried over a dead goose once.

OK, just to preface i see cole as a stoner of Sorts and uses the excuse "it gets me closer to my element"

With that in mind cole let lloyd try it and now sometimes when he is told to unwind, of feels like he needs to take a chill pill he and Cole spark up

in the beginning of his leader ship role, he used to Say;"kick ass and take names" and if things went wrong he had the fuck it we ball mindset, but got better with time. There are still times they wing it, though.

if he isnt in his gi he almost exclusively wears his pajamas (aka a Hoodie, tshirt and sweats)

Vv tired, and now has a raging addiction to energy drinks due to his lack of Sleep.

He used to eat worms as a kid bc he Thought he it was evil.

Has a eyebrow piercing, and wants a tongue piercing.

Wears "reading" glasses, that he should technically wear all the time because he can't see up close and has a astigmatism,, but he says yolo. Zane then make him contacts after he almost ran into a moving blade and got his head severed.

Adhd and OCD, as well as the normal line up (anxiety, depression, cptsd)

Lloyd in a relationship:

Hes very distant in the beginning, it'll take time to warm up to you.

He tends to be orage cat vibes.

On the cat trend, he gets close for a bit Before becoming distant. Going through waves of affection, kinda.

He hasn't had like, any good relationships in his life so he tries to "protect" himself when he feels he gets to close to you, and so he pulls away.

He does the fuckboy face when your sad bc it makes you laugh, as well as That weird dice roll

He actually does the face/dice roll combo whenever he Sees you as he walks over, it's an inside joke now

primary giving love language: acts of service and quality time

Primary receiving love language: gifts and words of affirmation. But physical touch is also high up there.

Also, not expensive gifts. He hates those. Give him a stick you saw on a walk that made you think of him. He'll cherish it forever. And maybe cry.

He will cry.

will make noises at you and expects a noise in response or he'll be sad.

Also randomly bites you. He's a nommer

also sends you memes throughout the day.

As well as random pictures with the caption;"BABY LOK THIS IS S. US IF WE WHERE *insert whatever item here*

Called you babe, baby, love, shitface, asshole.

Expect kind and loving gentle bullying.

Doesnt know how to express his emotions to just expect him to come up to you, lightly shake your shoulders and aggressively say;"I love you bitch.i ain't Evea gon stop lovin you. Bitchhhhhhh" (vine reference)

Sends you .5 of everyone, himself included. He's addicted to Taking them. You will not get out of it.

Also sometimes just walks around in nyas stilettos for fun.

You two have fashion shows.

You also take over the Living room sometimes and build giant ass forts to watch shitty reality tv in and make fun oF The people

Overall, once he realizes you won't leave he's the most funniest loving chaotic guy.

But expect it to take a hot minute for him to realsie this

give him time,, but also have some deep talks..

Let him vent

and for the love of God don't hurt the baby's heart.

Expect inside jokes

[iloveboysinred]

｡˚ ⋆You get me so high [Suguru Geto]

Synopsis- You and your friends always get together on Fridays to share a couple drinks and have a smoke sesh. Everything was fine until you and your boyfriend Suguru get left alone to your devices.

cw- Geto x afab! reader smut, weed smoking, alcohol drinking, Suguru calls you "angel" and "baby", oral (afab! reader receiving), Suguru feels you up through your clothes, mentions of throwing up and hangovers, reader and Suguru are mostly in their own world through most of the story, and they're all a very comfortable group of friends. mdni.

note; kinda a self insert cause I'm a stoner myself lmao. Anyway, decided to make this an afab! Reader because its more inclusive to not use she/her pronouns, so there’s no pronoun usage for the reader here. Enjoy readers <3

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Friday nights were something you and your friends always looked forward to. The four of you participated in the same weekly ritual of hanging out at each other’s houses and getting absolutely wasted off of cheap liquor and weed, each of you consuming the substances until you physically couldn’t anymore- to then laze around all morning until your hangovers wear off. 

Tonight it was you and Suguru’s turn to host. The four of you sat in a circle on your bed, passing the blunt in rotation. The room was hazy, the thick plumes of smoke from every pull making it hard to see in the dim lighting. You closed your eyes as you took a pull from the blunt, feeling your head buzz. Your senses were already dull from the THC, the only thing you could really feel were the waves of gentle euphoria washing over you, and your heartbeat being in sync with the muted music playing in the background. You turned to Suguru, who had gotten comfortable against the stack of pillows messily bunched up behind him. His glossy red eyes made it easy to tell he was high too, if his silence wasn’t already a dead giveaway. 

You knew your boyfriend was attractive, it was undeniable to anybody who had eyes, it didn’t help that his natural charm made it easy for all who met him to be drawn in. But the way he was here, comfortably relaxing on your bed, his head lazily thrown back, long hair down from his usual up-do and sprawled out behind him made him all the more enticing. 

A lazy smile spread across his face as his attention diverted to you, catching your stare. “You gonna pass that, baby?”he murmured, and you swear you felt your heart skip a beat, his slightly slurred speech making warmth swirl in your stomach. “Oh- yeah, my bad..” you passed him the blunt, watching him through hooded eyes as he eased it from your fingers. He brought it up to his lips, taking his time as he inhaled the smoke, the dimming cherry igniting and wisping out smoke from his intake. His eyes never left yours, a knowing look on his face as if he could tell what you were thinking, and he probably could– Suguru could read you like an open book written in bold letters, it had always been his quirk. He claims he had been born with a sixth sense specifically for you, so that he could always know how you were feeling, so he could give in to any desire you might have.

Right now it was clear as day what you wanted, he could feel your lingering stare on his lips, and the small shifts in place didn’t go unnoticed either. He quirked his brow at you, a silent order to Behave. Reluctantly, you tore your eyes away from his, trying to quell the urge to pounce on him right then and there.

Soon the blunt was finished, and the four of you had decided to move on to the alcohol for now. You watched as Shoko fumbled around to open the almost 2-liter bottle of pink whitney, her eyes straining to stay open and her movements clumsy. Saturo was slumped on the corner of the bed next to her, his eyes closed as he tried to bring himself back to earth. He was always the lightweight out of your group, always the first to get drunk off his ass and fried out of his wits, but he still indulged anyway, deciding the hangover he would inevitably have tomorrow was worth it. Shoko was the one with the highest tolerance for alcohol, or at least, she could hold her liquor the best. You had never seen her act abhorrently, simply feeling the effects of intoxication without making much of a fuss.

 You and Suguru were the stoners of the group, you could smoke circles around the two of them and each other, so it was no wonder that you and him quietly rolled another blunt for later, watching Saturo and Shoko take turns drinking from the cheap vodka, competing over who could drink the most before tapping out. You were no stranger to alcohol, and you never shied away from it, but tonight you decided you would take it easy, already feeling the heaviness in your eyes from the three blunts you had put in rotation. When the bottle made it way over to you, the sharp scent of liquor made your stomach turn with apprehension, memories of past hangovers fleeting through your mind—probably your body’s way of trying to stop you. But you brought the rim to your lips anyway, taking a quick gulp of the harsh liquid, your face scrunching as the liquor burned your throat. 

As the warm feeling settled in your stomach, you quickly passed the bottle on to Suguru, smacking your lips to try and rid your mouth of the unpleasant taste. You heard him chuckle beside you, laying his arm over you, rubbing comforting circles over your shoulder blade. He took a swing from the bottle, mimicking the same grimace you had made moments before, then quickly handing the bottle off to Shoko. “That's nasty.” He grumbled, exhaling through his nose in disgust. You nodded at him in agreement, watching in awe as Shoko downed the bottle as if it was nothing.

“I’m still waiting for that shit to taste like juice.” you joked, leaning back into Suguru’s embrace. He carded his fingers through your hair, and you found yourself thinking about dozing off, his scent and the steady pump of his heartbeat lulling your foggy mind into a state of comfort. He snickered, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. ”Feeling tired, angel?” You could only nod, the pungent aroma of weed on his clothes made your head buzz but it strangely paired well with the clean, musky smell of his cologne. You buried your head deeper into his chest, breathing him in, relaxing into his body. His hand crept down your back, resting just under the curve of your ass, giving the flesh a few rough squeezes. You felt a gust of warmth course through you, peering up at him with sultry eyes, feeling a twinge of satisfaction feeling his demeanor slightly change, sable eyes now looking back at you with the same sensuality. You tried to be subtle, your hand slowly dragging down his chest, past his stomach and coming to rest down on his thigh. His breath hitched for a second, and you almost wanted to whine when he shuffled away from your touch. 

Saturo sloppily thrust the empty bottle into Shoko’s chest, slurring words that made no sense, but sounded challenging enough for Shoko to laugh in his face. He tried to flop back down on the bed, clearly underestimating the distance and falling on the floor with a loud groan. You bit your lip, your brain too fried to stop yourself from laughing. “Saturo, are you alright?” Suguru asked, half laughing, leaning forward to peer down at the fallen man from over the edge of the bed. Saturo didn’t respond, instead flipping himself over so he was facing the ceiling.

“I..ifeellikeimgonnafrowuhp” he slurred, his hand covering his eyes, the room probably spinning in his mind. “Ooookay, I think I should take you to the bathroom, Saturo. C’mon, lets go” Shoko giggled as she pulled him up by his elbow the both of them stumbling to the doorway, Saturo leaning most if not all of his weight onto her. His head slumped forward and he tripped over his own feet, holding onto the door frame for stability. Shoko turned towards the both of you, her gaze low and red but you could sense the humor in her voice. “We’ll be back. I'll keep him alive, don’t worry.” you nodded at her before she turned and dragged Saturo out of the room, his whines echoing down the hallway. 

You and Suguru were left in comfortable silence. The tv had long been turned down, the RnB music playing on screen providing the room with a dim, red light that was easy on your eyes. You picked the blunt up from the rolling tray on your night stand, grabbing the lighter and sparking it up again. Before you could take a pull of it, Suguru plucked it from your fingers, his hand coming up to rest on your chin, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip. His eyes met yours while bringing the blunt to his lips. He took a long, slow drag from it before slowly pressing his lips to yours, blowing the smoke into your mouth. You pressed back into him, deepening the kiss as you brought your arms to wrap around his neck. The smoke from the exchange slowly billowed out from where your lips met, the earthy flavor of weed and grabba glazing over your tongue. You shuffled over onto his lap, pressing yourself to his body as much as you could, your hips cementing your ass down onto his crotch, feeling the outline of his length slowly stiffening under your weight. Suguru kept up with you, his hand coming down to rub gentle strokes up and down your sides, his thumb resting right on the curve of your hips. You moaned when he bucked his hips up into you, grinding slowly against your soft mound, still clothed and pulsing with heat. You pulled away from the kiss, taking a hit from the blunt and you were back on him again, yanking his shirt off and pressing sloppy kisses over the span of his neck, grazing your teeth over the curve of his Adam's apple.

 He exhaled a sigh from above you, closing his bleary eyes as you lazily marked him up. The warmth of your clothed pussy- pulsating and aching right above his dick made warmth surge straight to his core, his mind foggy with lust. He groaned as you sunk your teeth into the junction of his neck and shoulder, his hands flying up to tangle themselves in your hair. “Let’s not get too hasty, angel..” his half-hearted scolding did little to quell your impatience, and he watched you with a small smirk as you rolled your hips, grinding your crotch against his. “Mmh, if you keep doing that, baby.. You might wear down my patience..''and you knew it was true, because his hand had tightened its grip on your hip, dragging you back and forth over his erection, his other hand coming up to take the blunt from you, taking another few hits before putting it out on the rolling tray. 

The smoke he exhaled made your head spin, your body melting into the mattress as he pushed you off of him. Suguru grabbed your hips–using both hands now, and pulled your bottom half onto his lap, spreading your thighs and resting them over his own. He stared down at you with lidded eyes, his fingers coming up to trace the inseam of your pajama pants, his fingers ghosting over your clothed lips. You let out a sharp exhale, watching him intently as he teased you over your clothes. He pretended to be lost in thought, tracing up and down the line of where your entrance would be, his thumb pressing harder over the fabric covering your clit. He watched you, drinking in every reaction you gave to his touch. “Sugu…” ah, the sweet sound of your voice, already so whiny, and laced with need. Blood rushed down to his dick, his length twitching under the thick fabric of his sweats.

He kept a cool face, never stopping his repeated ministrations over your clothed sex, despite how badly he wanted to give in. “Yes, angel?” he smirked when your hips shifted on the bed, knowing exactly what that nickname did to you. “Touch me, please.” he smiled at you, pressing the pad of his thumb harder against you, rubbing lazy circles over your clit. The muted stimulation was making you lose the last ounces of sanity you had in you, frustration and need swirling in the pit of your stomach. “Hmm, but I'm already touching you, baby.” His teasing only made you more impatient, your hips bucking up into his touch. “Take them off sugu, touch me.” you whined, your fingers digging into the waistline of your pajama pants, hastily trying to take them off yourself. He chuckled, grabbing the fabric in his hands and yanking your pants down right along with your panties.

 He lifted your legs, pressing a kiss to your calf as he pulled the garments the rest of the way down, taking them completely off and tossing them over to the corner of your bed. “So impatient, angel. I might have to teach you some manners one of these days.” he purred, trailing his fingertips over your bare pussy, stopping at your entrance to feel the pool of wetness welling up. “Oh, how precious” he murmured in admiration, drinking in the sight of your soaked folds, your pretty pussy sopping and fluttering around his fingers. He brought his hand up to his lips, sucking your essence off his finger tips, his eyes closing in pleasure as your taste basked on his tongue. You watched as he cleaned each individual finger, before his eyes were back on you, his pupils shot with lust and hunger. 

He shuffled you a few inches up the bed, enough so that he could lay on his stomach between your thighs, your legs instinctively folding over his shoulders, his large hands grouping the flesh of your ass. He looked up at you, his low red gaze boring into yours, his eyes glinting with mischief before he disappeared from view, his face pressed right onto your pussy. You whimpered as he started to eat your pussy out, his tongue flat against you as he licked a wide stripe up the span of your folds, his tongue hot and wet against your quivering heat. He brought his hands up from your ass to spread your lips apart, giving him more access to tongue you down. His tongue traced slow patterns over your folds, his moans of delight muffled and vibrating against you.

You couldn’t stifle the sounds of pleasure leaving your lips even if you tried, your mind spiraling miles a minute with the way he sucked and prodded at your poor clit with the tip of his tongue, your legs almost closing together around his head at the delicious pleasure. Your hand came down to brush the hair away from his face, blushing when you saw his eyes closed in bliss while he slurped over your pulsing bud. You whimpered when he pulled away to dip his tongue down to lave at your entrance; your clit jolting–aching with need as Suguru shoved his tongue in as far as it could go. The THC in your system made every feeling so much more intense, the pleasure in your core spreading far and wide throughout your body, tidal waves of stimulation making you feel as though you were floating. 

When your orgasm came, it hit hard and fast. You shrieked as wave after wave of euphoria washed over your body, starting from your core all the way down to the tips of your toes. The buzzing pleasure forced short, breathless gasps to leave your lips–and you trembled as Suguru continued to eat you out, coaxing you out of everything you had. You felt your warming skin start to prickle, your body stiffening while spasm after spasm coursed up and down your body, your legs shaking as Suguru ground your pussy down on his face, catching every drop of essence you had to offer. Suguru’s eyes peered up at you when he parted from your sensitive pussy, his chin and nose glistening with your cum.

You watched with bated breath as he silently crawled over you, caging your body under his, hard pressed into the mattress. You could feel the indent of his length, thick and aching against the bare skin of your spent pussy, you shuddered, your mind blanking when he pressed his wet lips to yours, long strands of hair tickling your neck and collarbone as he melted into you. The taste of you spread over the roof of your mouth as his tongue intertwined with yours, making you moan into his mouth. Suguru grunted, his hand coming down to fumble with his sweats, pulling away to kick them off before pressing his lips back onto yours again, sloppily slotting his mouth to yours. You whined as he intertwined your fingers, shuddering as his hips ground down into you, the tip of his dick– hard and aching kisses the skin of your mound, leaving drops of sticky pre-cum in its wake. A needy whine of his name left your lips and he chuckled, breathless and raspy against the skin of your cheek.

“Can you feel me, baby?” you slowly nodded, closing your eyes tight when his lips found your neck, roughly biting and sucking on your skin. “Yes, Sugu.. you’re so close” you sighed, rolling your hips up to meet his rhythm. He groaned against your neck, bucking his hips into you, getting off on the feel of your soft skin against his weeping cockhead. “Yeah? Let me get closer, angel..I'll make you feel so good..” his voice was a gentle purr against your ear, his words slightly slurred and breathless. So unlike the composed man he was trying to be earlier. Now his sanity was in ruins, the desire to have your body pressed against his making him throw all reasoning to the wind.  

Suguru lifted his body off of you, laying you both on your sides. He situated himself behind you, hiking up your leg to his waist, opening you up for him. You held your breath as his dick brushed against your entrance, hard and leaking with clear pre-cum, the anticipation of what was seconds away making your core twist with warmth and arousal. Slow, agonizingly slow, he pushed into you, his eyebrows furrowed as his pelvis made contact with your ass. You whimpered at the sensation of being stuffed full, and he was so deep. His thick length stretched you out around the girth of his dick, his aching tip just brushing against your cervix. 

You closed your eyes as he started to move. He held you close to his body, his pelvis meeting the soft flesh of your ass with every languid thrust into your pussy, your mixed arousal coating the entirety of his thick length. You found yourself rolling your hips back onto his–chasing more of him, greedily meeting his thrusts with fluid precision, feeling him in his entirety; the feel of his body as it pressed up against you, enveloping you in the gentle warmth radiating from him, the strength of his arms as they held you in place, gentle hands roaming up and down the length of your body, every landmark of your skin committed to his memory. It always left you in awe how well Suguru knew your body. He was diligent, every touch he lain on your skin effortlessly unwinding your resolve. The way his gentle fingers ghost just over your clit, teasing you, forcing you closer and closer to the surrender of your release; yet not quite fulfilling the stimulation you needed to reach your peak. Suguru was dragging it on for as long as he could, stringing you up so euphorically high, then leaving you hanging by a thread. 

“Stay with me, angel” and you thought you’d lost your mind–and maybe you have, there was no other plausible explanation for the way your body was reacting to his guttural groans in your ear. Your senses feel heightened. Every pulse of his length inside of you never went unnoticed, your sopping pussy responding in kind– squeezing, drooling and fluttering along the thick girth of his dick. 

 Suguru was holding up no better. His intoxication off of everything that was you— your scent, your voice and the way your perfect pussy wrapped around him so tight, was maddening. His mind foggy and his speech slurred, he didn’t know if he was even high off just weed anymore, all his senses were flooded with you, and he found himself almost dizzy, losing himself in the plushness of your pussy, taking everything he had. “Oh my godd..” you whined when he reached up to fondle your chest, large hands cupping and grouping the flesh in time with the slow grind of his hips, the aching head of his dick hard pressed against your g-spot, dragging out every sweet little moan and gasp he possibly could out of your sweet lips. “like that, angel?” He purred against your ear, pressing a sweet kiss to the side of your face. He didn't need a vocal answer to know that you did, the way your pussy fluttered around his length was confirmation enough, His fingers meticulously swiping quick circles over your clit, arousal coating his fingers with every rub over the hardened bud. Suguru ate up every whimper of his name you unabashedly let fall from your lips, knowing he was pleasing you so well sent a white hot surge of arousal straight to his core, his pace becoming hungrier, more frivolous with every tight roll of his hips back into you, over and over and over again in torturous rhythm.    

It was then you reached your ecstasy. The delicious grind of his cockhead right against the ridges of your g-spot descended you from the high Suguru worked so skillfully to string you up on. The crash of your orgasm was world stopping— hot, white pleasure sending your neurons into shock. Your body stiffened against his, every word you could say stuck in your throat as your breath was snatched from you. Your toes curled from the continuous stimulation still on your pulsing clit, triggering you to clamp down tight on his dick, forcing a choked groan to slip out of Suguru’s lips “Oh fuuck, fuck, baby. You’re gripping me so tight.” he gasped, rutting into you, his hips stuttering against your ass. his own release washed over him in warm waves of ecstasy, and he turned your face to his, pressing his lips against yours feverishly, his groans muffled as he spilled into you. 

Your body slumped into the bed, your breaths labored. Suguru pressed a sweet kiss to your shoulder, slowly pulling out of your spent pussy, a low groan falling from his lips. The two of you lay there, huddled up in comfortable silence once more. Suguru ran his fingers through your hair, his other hand reaching to your nightstand, picking up the blunt once more, lighting it and taking a few pulls before passing it to you. You giggled, taking it from him and taking a few drags of your own. It was 3 a.m and the substances were really getting to you, your eyes heavy with exhaustion and drowsiness. Finishing the blunt, you and Suguru drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning, you woke up with a dull ache in your body. You grunted as you sat up, blinking the sleep from your eyes. Suguru was still sleeping soundly beside you, his hair sprawled all over the pillows behind him. You sat up, drowsily stumbling out of bed. You opened the door and made your way to the bathroom to take a shower, your thighs tacky with the now dried runoff from you and Suguru’s mixed essence. Cracking open the door, you stepped right over Saturo, still sound asleep on the floor right by the toilet next to Shoko, who was slumped against your bathtub. Shortly after running the shower, you felt Suguru’s presence behind you, leaning on your back as the water ran over the both of you. “ good morning, baby.” he grumbled, his voice still raspy with sleep. “Mornin’ Sugu” you hummed, leaning into his embrace, enjoying the feel of his weight on your body. “Mmm yeah, morning you guys.” you giggled when you heard Saturo, his voice almost a dry heave. “Good morning, Saturo” Suguru responded, moving the shower curtain so he could look at Saturo’s disheveled state. “Hurry up in there, i wanna take a shower next” Shoko mumbled, still asleep and slumped by the bathtub. 

Pretty soon the four of you were refreshed and comfortable in your room, this time babying and taking care of Saturo, who could barely move. You leaned back against Suguru, the rolling tray on your lap as you rolled up once again.   

[two-red-lungs]

The Kids Are Alright (Eddie Munson)

Your first date with Eddie Munson is fine, as far as first dates go. You get pizza together: meet awkwardly outside the door at 7pm, hands sweaty, exchanging nervous, butterfly-riddled smiles. You eat. He can't stop moving in his seat opposite you, tapping his hands on the sticky enamel tabletop. He looks at you with big brown eyes. Wary, at first, then as the night goes on and it becomes clear this isn't some string-along joke, or a prank, with boyish glee.

But the second date is the one that really shines.

Eddie, in all his intellectual glory, takes you to the Dollar Tree.

It's late, again, and the D in the logo flickers in and out of existence. The air inside smells like cheap plastic, dust, and the urban sprawl of capitalism. This is a place that's usually... dead. A pathetic sort of dead, where dreams come to die, the cashier looks about five seconds from falling asleep, agonizingly boring elevator music plays over tinny speakers, and Hawaiian themed teacups are on sale for ninety-nine cents.

You think god, what the hell are we even doing here? This is hardly a dinner date, or the bowling alley, or makeout point, or any of the usual dates your friends always bragged so cooling about. But then Eddie looks at you over his shoulder, spins on his heel, and throws his arms wide. His outfit jingles.

"Welcome," he says with a glint in his dark eyes, "to the goddamn kingdom of imagination."

You should leave. God knows to anyone else at school this date could sound like a horror story, an uncouth, uncool, unladylike disaster. But there's something in those eyes. Something vibrant and alive and real. So instead of leaving you think, okay. Why not.

Best decision of your life.

He knows this place by heart, every white-tiled aisle under the buzzing fluorescents. And he's funny, too: you didn't expect him to be so funny. As you both slowly amble and push your squeaky-wheeled cart he picks up random shit, talking as he fiddles.

A fuzzy caterpillar cat toy becomes his moustache. He wraps a crinkled paper streamer around his neck like a boa and faints dramatically against some of the shelves. He scurries to the aisle next to you and pretends to walk down a staircase, disappearing from view: when his moppish head pops back up again, his wild hair flounces.

Huh. He smiles like the sun.

Eddie asks about everything possible, and god, under his stoner slang he's whip fucking smart. You crack a joke or a sarcastic reference and he smoothly returns it with equal emphasis, two tennis players on the court.

You check out picture frames. Eddie suggests throwing a little spraypaint on it, a little silver paint to light the edges, some weathering with sandpaper, and suddenly you've got yourself some primo decor.

"You like to paint?" You ask him, standing in the aisle, holding the shitty wooden frame. He's looking over your shoulder. You can feel his body heat, this close.

"I'm a big believer in, uh. Creativity, y'know?" His smile is big, toothy. Still nervous. Like as extroverted as he is, as big as his personality could be, the sting of a scoff or a sneer could still hurt.

You tell him that's cool. Something in his eyes softens.

God, you don't know how many hours you spend in that place, just talking and touching shit and discussing potential DIY projects and cool ideas. You talk comics, and music, and Hawkins social politics. He tells you about Tolkien. You tell him about David Brin. He likes David Murray, you like Siouxie Sioux. You both agree the autumn leaves this time of year make the Hawkins High look like its roof is on fire (and god, if only).

Your cart is full of bullshit you don't really need, bullshit full of promise and potential, and Eddie is letting you ride the cart with your feet on the front bar as he pushes it down the aisle at mach one speed. He splutters behind you, your hair in his mouth. He's laughing.

The total comes to 12 dollars even. The plan for the next date is to turn the kids bathtub toys you bought- ducks and dolls and dolphins- into zombies and mummies and other creatures with the shitty barely-opaque acrylics set you scored.

The sky is black outside, and it's raining. He asks if he'll see you again this week, and you say yeah, duh. The air feels like fireworks- like lightning, like a live wire. You think for a second that he's gonna kiss you.

Eddie pulls out a silver-plastic tiara from under his vest, nicked free of charge from the girl's section, and sets it on your head. It's cheap, pattern-punched plastic with pink plastic gems. It's perfect. He's made you a fairytale.

Munson bows, smiles again- the one that makes his eyes crinkle- and then he's off in his van.

He's so weird. He's so strange. You don't understand him.

You think you really like him.

[heartfullofleeches]

I have a Yan somewhere that's possessed by a dead god that always nags their ear off. Had the brilliant idea of their go to way of getting rid of the voice is smoking, and them catching feelings for Stoner darling with them being the only one that still hangs around them despite their bizarre behavior-

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Stoner Reader: I just smoke to relive the stess, y'know? World's going to shit so it's nice to kick back with the little things

Stoner Yan: I was tricked by people I thought were my friends into a ritual that gave control of my body to a God forgotten by the modern age and the only way i can get it to shut up as my slowly brain deteriorates is being stoned out of my mind

Stoner Reader: ....I know how that feels

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[Stoner Reader walks in on Yan bashing someone's head in with a landline phone]

Stoner Yan: ....

Stoner Reader: .....

[Fishes around in their pocket for an edible they were saving and takes a bite before offering the rest to them]

Stoner Reader: this that God's doing?

Stoner Yan, taking the candy from them: Nah. They started talking shit about you while talking shit about me and I'll only allow one of those things

[sednas]

⸻ STONER!EREN x FEM!READER

or when you and your best friend smoke a joint for the first time together.

trigger warnings: drugs, dubcon at first, dom!eren x sub!reader, eren calls you princess, use of a vibrator, fingering, worshipping

fanart artist: ♡

"can't believe we've never done this before." you said, sinking comfortably in your pillows.

eren nodded, the almost finished joint between his lips.

"and I can't believe the first time you smoked wasn't with me." he sighed, shaking his head.

"I know, I know, I already told you I was sorry!" you apologized again, and he simply hummed.

you took advantage of this moment of silence to observe him, or rather admire him. he was so good looking, he always had been. you couldn't remember a time when you didn't have a crush on him. with his long brown hair and his emerald eyes, you couldn't take your eyes off him. he was so pretty with all these rings adorning his fingers, and his silver chain always hanging around his neck.

you were so mesmerized by eren yeager...

"are you serious ?" eren laughed, picking the vibrator hidden under one of your pillows.

in normal circumstances you would have died of embarrassment right here and now, but the smoke of the joint was tickling your brain and altering your senses, you saw him holding the sex toy and just shrugged.

"what about it ? I just need to relieve myself sometimes."

eren carefully listened to what you were saying, shamelessly manipulating the toy in his hands.

"what do you think about when you use it ?" he asked, staring at your face from where you were sitting with your legs crossed.

your eyes went blank for a few seconds, feeling a bittersweet irony considering who was asking this question. him, the fruit of your desires, the person you always had in mind when you were touching yourself.

again, in normal circumstances you would have tried to change the topic of conversation, call him a pervert, throw a pillow against his face and say it's none of his business, anything to get out of this awkward situation. but instead, you looked at him dead in the eye, confidently revealing him your secret.

"I think about you most of the time." you said.

for a few seconds, both of you stayed silent, then eren smirked, still holding the toy.

"can I try it on you please ?" he asked, his eyes red because of the joint he smoked a while ago.

"what ? no way…" you laughed, still laying on your bed.

you felt him get on top of you, resting his chin on your chest with a lazy smile.

"c'mon... pleeeeeease, it's going to be fun…"

you sighed but didn't say anything, and he smiled wickedly.

"first I want to try it on your tits…" he whispered, shifting so he was now resting on his elbow while he lifted your shirt with his other hand.

"mmmh... better get them ready." he mumbled, and you gasped when he put his warm mouth on your chest.

circling his tongue around your nipple while rubbing the other one with his fingers, he sucked on your tits for a while, licking them, sometimes biting them too, earning a whine from you, making him smile.

once your tits were wet enough to his taste he turned the vibrator on, experimentally passing it along the curves of your chest. your breathe got heavier, and eren was watching with genuine curiosity the way you were reacting to his touches.

he finally put the vibrator on your nipples and your back immediately arched, the overwhelming stimulation tickling your senses. your tits were all perked up now, and eren couldn't resist pinching one of your nipples while torturing the other one with the vibrator.

for him, you were so fucking hot right now, laying on your back, him on top of you, both completely comfortable with each other, and you letting him do whatever the fuck he wanted to do with your wonderful body.

this feeling, as overwhelming as it was, wasn't enough to satisfy the ache that was quickly building up in your lower stomach, and you found yourself trying to rub your needy pussy against eren's thigh.

"do you need more princess ?" he teased, his mouth slowly tracing your collarbone.

"yes, please eren !"

he smiled, but only gave you a kiss on the throat, his hands still toying with your tits. he might never see you like this again, so he took his chance to make it last.

"beg me some more." he ordered, and this time he kissed your jaw.

"who do you think you are ?" you laughed, not taking him seriously.

"I'm the one holding the toy for now, so do as I say before I change my mind."

eren would never change his mind right now, but it was still convincing for your slightly high mind. so you did as he said, your hands running through his messy hair while he was still kissing your jaw and neck.

"please, I need you eren, touch me please…"

he noted in a corner of his head that if there were to be a second time, he would train you to beg better, but for now, that would be enough, he was himself too impatient anyway, and with a smooth movement he removed your pants.

"get over here, I want to take a close look at you." he ordered again, turning the vibrator off and giving your thigh a light slap.

"this is so embarrassing…" you shamefully said, moving so your back was now resting against the pillows.

ignoring your comment, eren didn't waste any time, grabbing your inner thighs, squeezing them in his hands and giving them a few kisses.

"don't play all innocent now, you basically admitted that you wanted me to fuck you, you should stop worrying your pretty little head about silly things, besides…"

he stared down at you as you offered him the satisfying sight of your wet panties.

"you look so fucking beautiful right now…" he whispered, and you could feel the grip of his hands tightening.

you felt your heart rush to your face and your breathing get heavier as you looked away from his warm gaze. eren was always so intense, his piercing green eyes could see right through your soul, or at least it was the impression they gave to you. you almost let out a disappointed whine when you saw him getting the vibrator closer to your clothed cunt.

you couldn't care less about the toy now, as good as it could make you feel, you wanted eren's hands on you. but you preferred not to misbehave and you let him place the toy on your needy pussy.

without any warning he turned it on, sending vibrations into your core, your legs immediately starting to shake because of the sudden stimulation.

"you're so sensitive, even through your panties." eren observed, like a scientist taking notes on his experience.

you whimpered, your hands holding on the sheets of your bed. you couldn't break so embarrassingly fast, so you tried to calm the rhythm of your beating heart, closing your eyes in the process.

but you didn't let them close for too long, feeling eren tugging at your panties, adding a new friction to the already overwhelming sensation.

you cried out his name, your back arching while he was still playing with your pussy, rubbing the round vibrator against your clothed clit.

"you're gonna cum princess ?" he asked, taking your chin in his free hand to force you to look at him.

you shook your head no but eren only smiled, seeing the tears in the corner of your eyes said enough. this time you let out a loud moan, trying to hold eye contact with him as he finally tossed your panties to the side, allowing the burning sensation to become even more intense.

you felt yourself clenching around nothing and your clit pulsing against the toy and for a minute you almost passed out. your vision was hazy but you could see eren smiling, turning the toy off.

"you're such a mess, you even drooled a bit." he laughed softly while you were slowly coming back to earth.

he wiped the drool off your chin and before you could say anything his mouth was on yours, his body leaning against your own.

"I should have probably started with that." he whispered in-between the kiss.

your hands slid on the sides of his neck, a few strands of his brown hair tickling your fingers as you pulled him closer to you to deepen the kiss.

"the toy had its fun, now it's my turn." he said, getting even closer, and you gasped when you felt his warm hand on your now extremely sensitive pussy.

"please…" you begged, impatient to feel his touch.

he smiled, slipping two fingers inside you with ease.

"if I had known how desperate you were I would have made a move sooner."

"do you really like me ?" you asked, glossy eyes looking up at him expectantly.

he smiled, giving your clit a loving stroke and your cheek a tender kiss.

"I've been wanting you for so fucking long princess." he confessed while pumping his long fingers inside your warm pussy.

you whimpered again, and it was only now that you noticed his hard erection behind his pants. the fact that he wanted this as much as you did gave you butterflies, and a familiar pressure came back in your lower stomach. now, all you could do was moan his name, pretty eyes looking at his face in an almost adoring way while he was fucking you with his fingers.

a few tears appeared in the corner of your eyes once again, and eren moved his hand faster, observing the way you were reacting to his touches to keep giving you pleasure.

"eren, I'm... I'm gonna…"

he didn't let you the time to finish, kissing your lips while you were cumming on his fingers, the brown-haired man whimpering at the sensation.

"good... you did so fucking good for me." he praised against your lips, breaking the kiss to give you time to catch your breath.

he brought his soaking wet hand to his mouth, licking your juices as if it was the most precious nectar in the whole world.

"fucking delicious…" he whispered, more for him than for you.

you blinked at the sight of him on top of you, his hair, originally tied up into a bun, was now falling all over his face, his green eyes devouring your naked body, and his silver jewels were shining in the dark light of your bedroom, he looked like a god.

"I can't believe what just happened…" you said in disbelief, ignoring the fast beating of your heart.

"and it's far from being over baby." eren said, leaning on you to kiss your lips again, and this time you tasted yourself on the tip on his tongue.

he's a fucking god you thought to yourself while letting him take control of your body.

masterlist

[ornii]

Wassup bro can you make a Wenclair x male reader where the reader is a stoner(i mean the one that smokes weed) and manages to hide it from both enid and Wednesday but get uncovered cause yoko got caught giving him his weekly stash

Contact High

Stoner Vampire, a bit of an underground term people called you. Thankfully it wasn’t near earshot of Wednesday. You were able to keep it under wraps by pretending to be a deep emotional vampire but in reality your brain was so fried you just asked questions that lead to just more questions than answers.

Relaxing in the Quad’s hall you tapped away on your phone, until someone sunk next to you. Yoko.

“Sup.” She leaned in, “The usual?” She asked, and you nodded.

“Where do you get this stuff?”

“Transylvania. Turns out there’s a patch of it in Romania that gets powered up by the moonlight somehow.” Yoko slips him a bag of oddly glowing leaves. (Y/n) is ready to return the favor Keith a roll of cash but Yoko stops him. “On the house, you saved my ass from Thornhills test so we’re even.” Yoko leaves and (Y/n) also, heading down to his room he thought it was a sure shot, unfortunately someone was following him. Stepping from out of a corner Enid folds her arms as he halts to keep from bumping into her.

“Enid! You.. need something?”

“No, I just wanted to see why you missed Class.”

“Oh, yeah I’ve been.. sick.” He lied, and while Enid wasn’t a genius she was no fool and pouts. Obviously upset as his lie, Enid taps her foot and a shadow emerges from behind him.

“In some way what you are doing is a sickness.” He turned around to face Wednesday. Who somehow snuck up on him, Enid snatched the bag from his hand with more strength than he expected. Enid sighed and really let him have it.

“Is this why you skipped class? Seriously?” She gripped the bag, and got closer to him.

“Your scholastic skills are dwindling as is, and frying your brain with this isn’t helping.”

“It’s not what it looks like, I just.. like to feel alive, you know?”

“Alive? You’re standing right in front of us, you’re obviously alive.” Enid frowns, and (Y/n) took off his glasses to look at Enid, as she came to the realization that he’s a vampire, he’s dead. Enid relents, “Oh.. yeah that makes sense.”

“Going about it with this is foolish, what do you gain from smoking.. this.” Wednesday asked, and (Y/n) smiled.

“Well.. why don’t you join me and find out.” He took the risk and Wednesday scoffed.

“Do you really think we’d debase ourselves in order to achieve some superficial sense of reality?” She said..

Wednesday, Enid and (Y/n) lie on the ground in a row, eyes slightly red as the aroma of weed fills the air.

“Okay.. so.. if you drop soap on the floor, is the soap dirty, or is the floor clean?” He asked, Enid raised an eyebrow. “Ooooooh.. good question.” She muttered.

“Obviously the Soap is dirty… even things meant to destroy germs can be infected by it.”

“Oh, yeah that makes sense.” (Y/n) looks back to the roof. Silence, until Enid said something absolutely mind blowing.

“If you’re at a restaurant.. and you’re like, waiting for your waiter.. doesn’t that make You the waiter?” She said, Wednesday and (Y/n) opened their mouths to speak but were mentally stunlocked by the question.

“Holy shit.” (Y/n) turns to Enid, “You are.. a genius.”

“Really?” She smiled, Wednesday sat up, and turned to them with a slight panic.

“Is… is there a Synonym for.. Synonym?”

She lied back down as the three began to ponder such a question, for what seemed to be an eternity,

[petpenname]

❣️Red Wine Supernova❣️

pairing: dealer!ellie williams x introverted(f)reader c.w: weed smoking, insinuated self-pleasure Summary: modern college au, dealer!ellie x introverted!(f)reader, slow burn with some sad elements. Inspired by Red Wine Supernova by Chapel Roan Parts: 1. I Just Want To Get To Know You 2. Mini Skirt and My Go-Go Boots 3. I Don't Care That You're A Stoner + Epilogue: Falling Into Me a/n: new writer so be nice >:3 sry if the format is a lil fucked

Part One:

I Just Want To Get To Know You

Mornings are your happy place. Your room is your sanctuary, and you greet the day in your usual fashion. Floating around your space listening to music, doing your skincare and makeup, and finding the perfect outfit. This morning, however, was anything short of paradise. Today was the last day of finals week and all the studying and stress got the best of you last night as you completely burnt out of all your routines. You push the empty chip bags and energy drinks aside on your nightstand to make some room for your phone, which is dead. How could you forget to plug it in? 

Opting to check the time on your computer you realize you overslept. There's only twenty minutes to don an outfit before you head to your first exam of the day. You curse yourself first then promise to have a full self care evening after finals are finished. Tossing on some leggings and an oversized hoodie equipped with the Jackson College logo. You do a quick wash of our face, minimal skin care, grab your phone, bag and shoes and you are out the door. 

Thankfully, living a block from campus has its pros. You fast walk the block to campus and b-line for the cafe. Popping in and getting into the short line hoping to see someone who knows your order working. You let out a sigh of relief when you see Sasha working the cash register. 

The barista greeted you, “Morning Y/N! Happy end of finals week!” 

“Morning Sasha, I can’t wait for this week to be over. I'm in a rush this morning so I'll just do my coffee, no pastry please.”

“Sure thing babe” she starts writing in your order, “it'll be out in just a minute.”

You pay and wish each other luck finishing exams. Retiring to a stool on the side of the pickup area, you put your headphones in to try and reclaim some peace in your morning. After a full song plays you glance at the time and realize you have been here for a few minutes too long. Behind the barista station, you see a brown-haired girl facing the back counter. She's moving around like she doesn't know what she's doing and Sasha is watching from the side making small comments. You assume it's a new hire so you wait the extra minute for her to finish with your drink -praying that she doesn't fuck it up and ruin another part of your morning. You zone out to your music again and before you know it you hear your order being called out:  “Medium mocha with half chocolate for.. y/n?” 

You look up and almost choke on your breath as your eyes meet pools of emerald green. Light whips of auburn fly around a flushed face, dotted with freckles. You stumble off the stool and brush fingers with the girl as you grab your coffee, not wanting to take your eyes off her. 

“Sorry it took a minute Y/N, Ellie here is training today” Sasha pipes in from behind. The girl smiles sheepishly as your eyes snap away and focus on the coffee in hand. When did you grab this? 

“Oh, yeah, no problem, thank you!.” you say, trying to recollect yourself. “I’ll see you later Sasha!” 

Heading out the door, the cool air whips the interaction out of your mind, as your only focus now is making it through the rest of the finals day.

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5pm finally rolls around and you let out a sigh as the fresh air hits you while leaving the lecture building. You pull out your phone to check for messages and play some music on your walk back.

You have (7) unread messages:

*H03 Hoes* Olivia: Anyone up for dinner and a movie? I need to dissociate after  this week o.o Ivy: yes I'm there but only if we can get Red Mill Phoebe: I'll be at Daniels tonight :)  Olivia: we know pheebs lol have fun love birds Sage: if we are getting Red Mill im gettin high Ivy: Y/N!!!? Where are youuu?? Phoebe: :D

Staring at the screen you smile in relief, just what you need after a long day; your roommates out of the house, time for yourself. Your last two exams were harder than you expected and all you want to do is order takeout, put on a show, and take a bath. You gather your thoughts and text a response;

*H03 Hoes* Y/N: staying in girls, i need some TLCOlivia: i don't blame you, this week was fucked Ivy: Want us to bring you back a burger? Y/N: that's okay, i'm ordering Thai :) Sage: oh my god you really do need this night, i'm leaving you a joint Y/N: lol thanks sage Olivia: we'll be back by midnight! Have fun ;)

Your roommates were always understanding, you really couldn't have wished for a better housing placement. House 03 was one of ten houses that were off-campus communal housing. You moved into the house a month into your first semester at school. The rest of the girls had time to bond but welcomed you in like another sister. Your introverted tendencies sometimes made you feel like a shut-in as your roommates always had something to do or somewhere to be. Sage was probably the most understanding, she enjoyed staying in also & always shared her stash with you when she did. On the rare occasion you accepted, you and she got stoned and watched shitty TV and ate takeout. 

Finishing your response to the girls, you put on a playlist that you've been loving recently and put your phone away, looking up just in time to come face to face with another person. Bumping into each other you both stumble back in equal confusion.

“Ah fuck, shit, sorry!” says a honey sweet voice.

Y/N: “Oh fuck no im sorry! I was not paying attention” you take out your earbuds and catch your balance as you look up at who you collided with. Green eyes instantly meet yours. Swirls of auburn hair and freckles dance across her face as she smiles and laughs.

“Oh hey, didn't I make your coffee this morning?”

“My what?” you say in confusion.

“Your coffee! At the cafe, I was training this morning. You got like a mocha or something?” the girl rubs her temple trying to remember.

“oh! Oh yeah! That was you” you chuckle, stealing yourself away from her gaze. Holy shit, you completely forgot about this morning, how could you forget about such a pretty girl?

“That's me!" She says. "I'm Ellie, by the way.” She holds out a hand with a sideways smile.

“Im Y/N” shaking her hand, blushing a little.

Ellie: “So where are you in such a rush to, Y/N?” 

You laugh, “nowhere really, home. I'm so over this week.” 

“Same oh my god, I'm almost done with work I just have a drop off to do. Then I'm free!” 

Her goofy enthusiasm was infectious, you felt oddly comfortable with this girl.

“Oh, cool? I'm going that way” you point across and down the street towards the College neighborhood. 

“Me too! Walk together?” Ellie suggests

You nod and set off together. It was a short walk and for the first few steps, you were quiet. Everything happened so fast, the collision, the conversation, and now you're walking together?! That's no big deal, you're just walking together! You steal a glance at the girl beside you. Holy shit how long has she been staring at you? “I'm not even going to ask how your finals went if they were anything like mine!” Ellie laughs, scratching the back of her head  

You chuckle trying not to trip over your own feet, “yeah they were pretty difficult, i'm just glad they are over for now” 

There's not enough conversation to distract you from the growing ball of nerves in your stomach. You keep stealing small glances at the beautiful girl strolling alongside you with such ease and confidence. Before you know it you get to your house walkway, you turn to Ellie

“This is me, uh it was nice meeting you! And thanks for making my coffee” You are suddenly aware of how awkward you feel, trying not to make eye contact.

“Oh yeah no problem,” Ellie leans slightly to look behind you at the house, “you live here? Do you know Sage? I'm here to meet her.” Ellie says, pointing towards your house She's asking about your roommate? Something clicks when you realize you've seen this girl before, no you’ve heard her voice before. Whenever Sage stayed in she would call her dealer, who never came inside but Sage and her would talk on the porch for a bit during the deal.

“Are you Sage’s dealer?” you ask.

“Have you been smoking my shit?” Ellie laughs

“No I mean, sometimes I partake, but yeah Sage is my roommate, um come on up?” 

“Wicked” Ellie follows you up the path and steps and waits at the door as you call into the house.

“I'm home! Sage! You have a visitor!” 

“HI HOME! I'm Sage!” you hear from upstairs as the blonde girl comes bounding down the stairs. “Oh what's up Ellie, sorry you had to deal with her y/n” 

Ellie scoffs behind you, “yeah whatever, you can find a new dealer”

Sage laughs, “And buy from a dude? No way, I support woman-owned businesses. How much do I owe you?”

You bow out subtly during their conversation. Before the two girls make their exchange you are halfway up the stairs. Letting their conversation get muffled as you enter your bedroom. You don’t know why you seclude yourself so much. Social interactions can be so anxiety inducing for you and you were well past spent on interacting this week. 

Tossing your shoes and bag in the corner you collapse on the floor wrapping a blanket around you. Finally safe in your own space. It wasn't long before you heard footsteps coming up the stairs and Sage was knocking on your door.

“Hey babes, you doing okay?” 

You get up, blanket still wrapped around you and shuffle to the door, opening it slightly before leaning on the door frame, looking like a sad puppy.

“Oh y/n it was a long week huh? Well I'll be out of your hair soon. I just wanted to give you this.” she holds out a joint, which you now know came from Ellie.

“Thanks Sage, I might actually spark this tonight.” You smoked with Sage occasionally but never alone.

“It’ll help, light it in the bath! That's my favorite thing to do” Sage beams and hands over the joint, it was beautifully rolled, you almost didn't want to ruin it. She gives you a small squeeze on the arm and blows you a kiss before wishing you a good night and skipping towards her room to get ready for the evening. 

You shut the door and drop the blanket down, giving into a big stretch before locking into self care mode. This is where you really excel, you know the ins and outs of what creates an environment that lets you rest and recoup to the best of your abilities. And currently your room was in disarray from the late nights spent studying and dissociation. You put your headphones in and go to work. It takes half an album to clean up the mess from the previous week. You are feeling much better and continue on your self love ritual. Peaking your head out into the hallway you listen for any sound of your roommates. 

Silence, perfect, Olivia and Ivy must have come and left with Sage while you were cleaning. You pop your headphone back in and continue your groove downstairs to get something to drink and order your take out. While on the call your phone buzzes from a text, thinking nothing of it, it must be one of your roommates. You complete your order and finish up in the kitchen returning to your room for a much needed bath. All focus on yourself.

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It's nearly an hour later, you've drawn your bath and your take out has arrived. A shitty show you’re half paying attention to plays off your laptop, propped up on the laundry basket. You finish your last spring roll feeling a little bored and you grab your phone, figure you’d scroll some socials for a bit. Flicking on your screen you see you have a text from an unknown number. 

Unknown: “Do you always stay in on a friday night? ;)”

Your hear skips a beat. Your heart rate rises, confused and anxious who got your number? How do they know your home alone? Also this was an hour ago! You text back; Y/N: um, who is this?

You wait only a minute before you get a text back,

 “Ellie :)”

Relief sets in, not a creepy guy or stalker, thank god. Your phone buzzes again.

Ellie: “Gosh made you coffee and walked you home, am I that forgettable?”

You text back quickly, “no sorry, hey! I just didn’t know your number. How did you get mine?”

Ellie: “Sage gave it to me, I hope that's okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah that's cool!” you text back.

A little confused why Sage would give out your number without asking but your thoughts are interrupted by another text from Ellie:

“You didn't answer my question silly ;)”

You reread Ellie's first text. You do usually stay in, even on friday nights.

“Pretty much lol” you respond with another text, “I don’t really like parties”

“I feel that, good for business, bad for vibes lol” ellie responds

You stare at the screen, taken aback by how all of a sudden you are talking to this girl you hardly know for the second time today. Suddenly the bath is way too hot and wet, your laptop playing a little too loud. You close your phone, pause your show, and start to drain the tub. Rinsing off and finishing up your shower routine, you are standing at the vanity when your phone lights up catching your eye. It’s Ellie again,

“So would you like some company? I'm nearby actually” A glance at the time tells you it's 9pm, late for you, your only other plans for the night was to curl up in bed and continue your show until you fall asleep. You take a second to think about things as you put some clothes on, a soft pair of pajama bottoms, a tank top and a slouchy oversized sweater. Something in you was intrigued with this girl. It was strange for you to feel like you wanted to hang out with someone let alone someone you just met late at night. 

You pace for a minute thinking, am I really going to do this? Typing out the text and holding your breath before hitting send then chucking your phone on the bed and running to the mirror.

“Okay, why don't you come over?”

You inspect your appearance. Natural beauty, your skin care routine was spot on and truthfully you loved your look the most at night after you cared for yourself. You felt a rush of adrenaline and took a few breaths to calm yourself before sliding on a pair of slippers and grabbing your phone to go downstairs. Before leaving, the joint on your night stand catches your eye and it only seemed right to bring it along, Ellie did roll it.

On the way down the stairs, there's a knock at your door, that was fast. You peek out the window to be safe, Ellie standing with her back to the window facing away from the door. Hand scratching the back of her head, it looks like she's changed since you saw her last. You open the door and catch a whiff of pine and amber as she turns to face you, the same sideways smirk on her face from before. She's wearing all black, dirty Converse, ripped jeans, and a black jacket over a green hoodie.

“Hey, whoa cute fit” Ellie laughs as she looks you up and down, “cozy?”

You move a little at her comment, noticing how underdressed you are. “You caught me at the end of my shower” 

She chuckles again, “well I wasn't trying to take you out, was wondering if you wanted to smoke this with me?” Ellie pulls a joint from behind her ear, and holds it up between her pointer and middle finger.

Your nerves are going crazy but something in the way she looks at you makes you feel at ease in her presence. 

“Yeah sure, I have one of yours already actually” you say as you hold up the joint, it's a little crushed as you realize your hands were clenching. 

Ellie laughs, “you keep that one, we can smoke this one” she gives you that smile again. “Are we gonna stand on the porch all night?”

You snap into reality a bit and stumble over your words and yourself, letting her into the house. “no! Sorry, ya we can smoke in the back, we have some chairs out there.”

“Sweet, I'll follow you cutie” 

You turn away from the comment before Ellie could see your cheeks go up in flames. 

You lead her through the house to the back door and out into the small yard. There's a fire pit in the corner with a few lawn chairs around it. There's a light breeze in the air but it's rather temperate for a spring evening. You sit down in a chair and Ellie flops down next to you. Pulling out a lighter and joint. You watch as she puts the joint between her lips, lightly holding it with one hand and lighting with the other. Your eyes are locked on her while she inhales and the cherry goes red illuminating her soft features. Only when she exhales a cloud of smoke and looks at you do you look away quickly. Darting your gaze away to the joint held out in front of you. 

“Here ya go y/n” Ellie's voice is low and gravely, cutting through the silence of the night. 

You swallow and take the joint, breathing out preparing yourself for the hit. You can feel Ellie's eyes on you as you inhale, hold for a second too long, and exhale out in coughs, covering your face and shoving the joint in Ellies direction. “Shit, hahah, I don't smoke that often.” you get out

“Oh! That's okay, you don’t have to if you don’t want it!” Ellie takes another drag, hesitating to pass it back your way.

“No, no it's okay, the first hit is always the roughest,” you say through your coughing fit. “I usually smoke with Sage.” 

Taking another drag and speaking as smoke billows out past her lips, “Okaaay you can tap out at any time light weight” She chuckles at the end of her sentence but reaches the joint back out to you. You take it, needing another hit to settle the growing nerves in your stomach, she will not stop looking at you.

You and Ellie pass the joint back and forth a few rounds in easy silence. Only a few loud conversations and music from down the block fill the air. Ellie breaks the silence after a moment.

“So I know you said you don’t like parties but there's this one tomorrow night at my friend Jessie’s house, he lives in 09. My roommate Dina and I are going, you might like it?” 

Jessie… You've heard that name before, he was one of Daniel’s, Phoebe's boyfriend's roommates. A group of boys that live in House 09, down the street from you. You've actually been to their house for a party once before. It was fun for an hour until you Irish good-byed to go home and lay in bed. Texting your roommates of course, because girls always need to stay safe. Considering your roommates would be inviting you to this party as well you decide to accept Ellies invitation too.

“Oh yeah, my roommate Phoebe is dating Daniel who lives in 09, i'll probably be there for a little bit.”

Ellies face lights up, and she moves in a way that looks like she's trying to hide her excitement. “You will! Cool, I'll see you there then! Ah this thing is out.” She stubs out the cherry in the joint and tosses it into the fire pit. “Well I should let you get back to your evening princess, I have a few more drop offs to do tonight anyway.” She stands from her seat with a stretch  and holds her hand out for you to grab as you stand. Her jacket got pushed up a bit and you notice a dark image on her forearm, a tattoo? It's hard to tell in the dark. You grab her hand, making a mental note of how strong and soft they are before standing fully and stepping back.

“I'll walk you out then, uh thanks for smoking me out” Your mind is hazy and calm, you barely realize that your nerves are settled, you're comfortable. Ellie follows you back into the house and to the front door, you both pause at the open door, Ellie's eyes on yours, yours on your hands.

“So I'll see you tomorrow night?” Ellie breaks the silence, making you look up,suddenly the nerves are back.  

“Yeah, i'll see you around Ellie” you do your best to not shiver, and give her a smile.

The green eyed girl averts her gaze as she sheepishly scratches the back of her head. “Alrighty, have a good rest of your night!” She turns to leave but turns back, 

“oh yeah, it's a decade's party, so you gotta dress up”

She gives you stupid snap and finger guns and turns away, popping down the steps and into the night. You let the cool air wash over you as you watch her walk down the street. Noticing the flick of a lighter in the night as she goes out of sight. You close the door and nearly collapse against it as your stomach begins to flutter again. Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

You take your phone out as you run up to your room, texting your house group chat immediately.

*H03 Hoes* Y/N: “Sage, why'd you give my number to a stranger?? Also… is there a party tomorrow night at H09?”

It was a little while before you got a response from your roommates, their movie must have ended, it was now 11:30pm. You shoot up from your bed responding to your roommates;

*H03 Hoes* Sage: “Ellies, not a stranger! And she asked for it ;)” Olivia: “The Decades party yeah! We were going to ask you tomorrow if you wanted to go!” Y/N: “Well yeah not anymore, she kinda came by the house and smoked me out.” Ivy: “Yo what?!!! y/n hung out with a girl??” Y/N: Hey, I'm allowed to do stuff! Lol Sage: lolol we’ll be home in a little bit! We can get ready for the party tmrw together :D”

You lock your phone and look around the room, you realize you had been pacing for that whole conversation. Adrenaline going crazy, your mind flashing images of auburn hair and green eyes. You probably had 30 minutes left of alone time in the house so you decide to end your night right, how you usually do. Stealing yourself under your blankets, touching and pleasuring yourself until your breath relaxes you into sleep. However tonight, green eyes stare back at you in your mind.

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[skele-bunny]

Mountain's Revenge. (CW) Swiss/Mountain

CW: Dubcon, Forced Intox, Sounding, Piss

Characters: Swiss, Mountain

A little gift for the amazing @hypnoneghoul ! I had such a blast with this.

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“Damnit, Swiss!” Mountain hissed between his teeth, looking down at his stash jar opened and half empty. “I just filled this thing, you stoner…”

The earth ghoul moved towards the LED section of the greenhouse and crouched down, hands delicately lifting one of the plants and listening to its hum. Mountain knew Swiss visited much too often, and that also meant he's aware of the plants ready to be harvested, dried, and trimmed. With a tail flick against the ground, Mountain stared at the mister that continued flowing before his ears perked up - cheeks turning dark as an idea came into his mind. 

Swiss knew when the next harvesting date was, and Mountain was positive he'd get the point across. Moving around, Mountain began to plant heavy ferns and letting certain plants overgrow - even if it hurt his heart to see. Through the days, he had made more frequent trips to tend to the greenhouse, and Swiss was none the wiser. Just like he hoped. Just like he planned. 

Two weeks later in the middle of the night, Mountain's ‘prophecy’ became true as Swiss peeked his head through, smiling as it was clear. The multi made his way to the handmade stock shelf, standing on his tiptoes to grab the clear jar at the top, purrs loud and content. With excitement in his step, Swiss sat down on a chair Mountain kept nearby his workbench, opening the metal clip and practicing moaning as the strong smell of cannabis snuck into his airways. It always had a strong scent of cinnamon, signifying the strength and meant for Ghoul lungs only. Satan save whatever sibling that dared to try. 

Reaching into his pocket, Swiss pulled out wraps he and Cumulus had picked out while on tour - different flavors but specifically picking out a strawberry one. Unwrapping the wrap, Swiss pulled off the lining before reaching into the jar, using his nails to measure out before grinding with care; falling into the all too familiar rhythm of rolling. He brought the roll to his tongue, licking along the side before closing with a squeeze - finally releasing with a happy purr. Swiss leaned into the chair and brought his finger up, lighting his blunt with his spare fire element. With a long drag, Swiss held himself before exhaling, giving a slight cough as the cinnamon taste was more noticeable than normal.

“Damn.” Swiss laughed under his breath, bringing the blunt back to his lips.

He had lost count, really. Was it two inhales? Eight? He didn't know. Two blunts in and Swiss couldn't even move his head much, lost in an array of different flavors and sensations. His eyes began to flutter as the sound of movement picked up on his ears, but his body proved too weak to do anything. Swiss felt so lost in head, focusing on the euphoria and numbness, he didn't notice the feeling of something creeping up his leg. Swiss let out a whine as his body was picked up, something cradling his head and lower back, sighing as he was wrapped up by his legs.

“M…” Swiss tried to lift his head. “Moun’ty?” 

There was no response, just sensations. Swiss exhaled as he felt his pants slowly being dragged down, arms carefully pulled up by the wrists and tank top discarded. 

“No,” A shaking breath. “M’ too fucked up.”

Whoever it was, whatever it was, didn't listen. Unbeknownst to Swiss, vines had emerged from both the ceiling and ground, some downing thorns and some slick and smooth. The ones with thorns wrapped around his wrists and ankles, one loose around his neck while the nude vines began to squirm and wriggle their way across his body. One of the smooths carefully pushed its tip into Swiss’ mouth, holding the last dead bit of his roach that Swiss accidentally fell asleep with. It was brought to his slightly parted lips, Swiss trying to inhale air only to meet smoke. He let out a long whine, falling more limp into the vines holding him, tail lax and freely dangling. 

The numbness through Swiss’ body felt like a switch had been turned off - mind still dull but body set ablaze. He groaned as he could feel everything down to the minute detail, how his glamor began to slip and vines went through his talons to wrap around his calves, how the thorns around his neck were barely grazing to keep him safe but still provide a threat. Swiss inhaled sharply as more nude vines began to squirm at his most sensitive parts: slowly massaging his armpits and love handles, inner thighs being completely wrapped around and squeezed, even his tail being snaked around and lightly pulled. His body absentmindedly responded to the frictions by his cock slowly chubbing, another whine dragging through his throat. 

Drool began to go down Swiss’ lip and a nude carefully began to sneak it's way up before entering his mouth, tip gliding over the multi’s tongue before suddenly shoving down his throat. It seemed like a signal as the others pounced. Swiss gagged, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, thighs forcefully opened and now feeling his cock being squeezed. Swiss wanted to squirm, wanted to bite, yell, and especially cut the damn things, but all his body could do was make him moan and whine. 

He was unaware that a budding flower that had some kind of syrup covering its petals began to lift up to his ass before it touched him, smearing it's syrup over his hole then reaching up to his cock. Swiss shivered and gagged harder as the vine in his throat shoved further down, retracting and thrusting back down. It throat fucked him with no mercy, slowly pulsing as it kept a steady rhythm - Swiss' eyes rolling back as he let out the most beautiful wet gags and chokes. He felt the bud smear at his cock’s tip before finally retracting back to its pot. 

A much thinner, tiny vine broke off from its parent as it teased his urethra. Swiss felt nothing but white fire as it slid down in, squirming and flicking around rapidly. It kept pushing and digging, Swiss left in hysterics but muffled by the vine in his throat still. Once it deemed itself fully seated, it went still, and the mother in the ghouls throat finally pulled out. Heavy breaths left the multi's throat, trying to cough and still gagging on his spit. His entire front was a deep red and yellow, body shaking as the sudden sounding caught him off guard more than he already was. 

Despite his best efforts, Swiss couldn't form a straight sentence in his head. There was nothing but feeling. Droplets of color spread amongst his consciousness, seeing the vine in his cock as a bright orange. 

Swiss felt his legs being pushed towards his chest, and it bubbled a purple. Something prodded at his home before sinking in, a green. A strained moan came from the multi ghoul’s throat, being ripped from him as he was entered by the nude. 

It didn't even bother to wait before thrusting into his body, the thorned keeping him still as the nude went into the deepest crevices, Swiss keening as he could feel it twist past his rectum and into his colon. Nothing but red and violet filled Swiss, mouth lax and fucked in both the head and now ass. His cock strained against his abdomen, the thin inside his urethra slowly starting to squirm which set him off more, pre desperate to leak out. His body was on complete fire and if he was more conscious, he would've assumed himself back in the pits. 

It felt like both torment and pleasure as he was fucked helplessly, even as his body was rotated so he was upside down so another vine near the ceiling could squirm it's way in his ass too. The two nudes went at different paces out of sink, sending Swiss into hysterics, tears trailing down his forehead to mix with his own drool. His cock felt like it was turning purple from the neglect to cum, the thin never once leaving or showing signs it was. Bliss clouded his head, lost in his intoxication and body. 

With nothing becoming clear anymore, Swiss was stuck in a repetitive circle of moaning and loose begs that wasn't coherent - just babbles and murmurs that wouldn't have sound. He could feel his slick dripping down his skin every time the nudes pulled out, slinging his own bodily fluids around. Perhaps it was just another minute, just another hour, or even a few more but all Swiss knew was that his cock ached desperately and his hole had finally begun to gape around them. With the feeling of the thin squirming, Swiss was able to let out a pain-relieved sob as it suddenly yanked out and he instantly coated himself and the ground below in both piss and cum. The vine around his neck tilted him back out of a mindless courtesy, but not once did the nudes in his hole stop.

They continued until another orgasm wrecked Swiss’ system, now fully crying from the overstimulation as his dumb, fogged brain couldn't process. He heaved for air and finally everything came to a slow stop. The nudes in his ass slowly retracted with wet squelches, watching as Swiss’ hole tried to wink to no avail from the loss. It was a gentle rotation back up so he didn't vomit, then suddenly cradled by warmth. 

Mountain looked down at his mate that laid in his arms, covered in his own mess and trying to breathe - his eyes completely pitched out with stars. He'd have to thank Aether for spiking his weed. He leaned down and kissed the multi's forehead, starting to purr as he walked out of the greenhouse; vines retracting back to their respective plants. 

“You did so good, beautiful…” Mountain mumbled, tail wagging. “Watched the entire time… I have to fuck you more like that, don't I?” 

Swiss closed his eyes, babbling again under his breath. Mountain could only chuckle, watching each step as he slowly approached the abbey. 

“I'm glad you agree.”

[ledder4]

simon ´ghost´ riley hates you so mutch yet cant keep his hands to himself...~

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God, he hated y/n

Her annoying, overly high-pitched voice, her bitchy attitude, the idea that she is better than everyone, and her absolutely fucking awful ideas. Once he almost got killed over her stupid fucking attitude.

And of course, he let her know that. "You look like a slut." He'd say, so low no one heard, and he'd grin at how pissed off little missy wissy would complain and whine, only for Price to throw him a glare and nothing else. She really thinks she's all that? Price would never believe her.

Being around her was like being in a storm. But unlike the peaceful type where it soothes children to sleep and holds couples dancing within the raindrops, she was more like a tornado or something. Only brought chaos and disturbance wherever she went. Apparently only for him, though. Soap fucking loved her ass, and so did Gaz. The three would always have something to gossip about. And he seriously wishes he had invested in noise-cancelling headphones, because her voice annoyed the living fuck out of him.

And he swears he tried liking her. When she first joined the Task Force, he treated her like any other human being. But her eye rolls and, what Soap called, side eyes, got on his nerves. Normally, he doesn't specifically hate anyone.

But her smart mouth always had a fucking comeback for everything, didn't it? Whether it be her snicker when he got one wrong shot or a nasty comment about his dead eyes. That dumb fucking mouth would get her in trouble one of these days. And they'd bicker. Like teenagers, at times, and sometimes, like drunk men at pub fights.

Sparring which turned a bit too real, blood and spit mixing into one as she landed nasty fucking punches, and he did the same. He, despite his bleeding nose and his bruised jaw, would always smile when she winced with a breath too deep. He knew her ribs had been at least matching his jaw, and maybe, if he was lucky, he'd get to check if her back hurt too. Her whines about it instantly got a smile to light up his face underneath the balaclava.

And, when the guys were out either on missions or just hangouts, the two of them raged war at each other. Like that time the little shit hid his towel. Little fucker had also once hid his underwear. Not fun. It was hard to find more.

Besides dumb pranks, they also got physical. When they'd talk back a bit too loud, how he'd shove them into the wall and get a punch in return. And sometimes, just sometimes, he'd be sitting, muttering something snarky, and before he knew it, a hand was on his face. A slap. A sharp one. That instead of sending a jolt of anger, sent lust rushing through his veins, redirecting the blood flow straight to his cock. And how she'd choke him, too? Fuck, it got him dizzy. Had him smiling like a stoner underneath the mask as she shook his head back and forth by the neck, yelling about something he couldn't even remember about in his face, and all he could think of was her trying to be this bitchy when he's balls deep in her cunt.

And when the rest of the task came back, they'd always be scolding the two for beating the fuck out of them. Too bad they didn't believe his cheap excuse of her 'falling' and that's how she got a bloody nose and a cut eyebrow. And the blood staining his balaclava? Ah... what a coincidence, eh?

It didn't take a genius to realize that she hated him, and he hated her. It was like saying the sky is blue, or the water is clear. And sometimes, Price came all father-like, trying to get them to make up, but it just wouldn't happen. In fact, it only brought more snickers and snappy attitudes for both of them. Soap, that little fucker, would always say: 'The line between love and hate is thin!', which is unlikely considering that, for them, the line between love and hate is about five miles long.

Call it hatred, call it anger, call it grudges or jealousy, the pair would never get along. No matter how many times they were forced to go on missions together, or how often the two would spar together, no one could make them bond. The only thing that truly made them be together was the anger. The constant fire when his eyes met hers. The eye-rolls. The pure, unfiltered hatred when she would try to pin him down.

Her hands wrapped tightly around his neck and, despite his size, he just couldn't get out of the damn chokehold she had on him. He thrashes and finally ends up giving the side of her skull a blow, blood running down his nose, making her drop to her side as a nasty cut spews out blood. It makes him smile and burst into laughter when her not-so-weak hands try to get him. Disorientated, that's where he's got her. Weak punches and weaker reflexes. Easy as that, he had her pinned underneath him. Blood dripping slowly, mixed with sweat, as he stares down at her. He tugs his balaclava off, and the red liquid now pours on her cheeks while his hair, damp with sweat, sticks to his forehead, and he can only grin, a mouthful of blood when her eyes blow wide and her cheeks taint pink. "Little missy forgot how to speak?" He teases.

"Fuck you" she mutters.

"You wish" he whispers back.

Simon only narrows his eyes before his thumb swipes at the blood running down from her temple. The harsh leather picking up the blood with ease, and his eyes glint when she winces and whimpers, a noise that sends a jolt straight to his cock. Without speaking, he makes sure his thumb is coated with blood before writing a big "R" across her forehead. Riley was here. And when he's about to wipe his thumb off on his jeans, her annoying voice booms, insulting him for all he's worth. So, naturally, he gathers more of her blood and some of his, stares down at her, and pushes his thumb in her mouth.

Her protests dying on the stip of her toungue, lips that not-so-eagerly wrap around his thumb, and a tongue that licks his glove clean make him groan. Her eyes, now fluttering shut, snap open when he pushes his thumb further in. Inspecting her mouth. Feeling her tongue, and testing her gag reflex. "Hm. Now you're quiet. Can't be loud when you're sucking my thumb like a cheap whore, can you?", and her widened eyes tell him everything. Only when she chokes does he pull his thumb out and, with his gloved hand now dripping with her spit, he gives her two easy slaps on her cheek and stands.

She was frozen on the spot, staring up at him with a sort of desperation and hatred he had only seen in movies. Kind of turned him on, if he were to be honest. How her eyes were so big, lips lightly parted as if begging to be pressed against his. But no, what he does instead? His eyes flicker over her body in disgust and he wipes the tip of his boot on her crotch, watching her shiver and buck as he walks away, chuckling to himself.

"Fuck you!" was all he heard before the door slammed shut, and grunts of anger were heard. With the mugest expression and the proudest bleeing nose, he walks away. Price, who stared at him confused, was surprised when all Simon did was smile at him, rather than offer an explanation.

Later that night, in the shower, he watches as blood from the fight runs down his nose and down the drain. Pride swells in his chest, and a wave of lust hits him. How she sounded. How she had whimpered. How she sucked his finger like such a good slut. And before he knew it, he was hard as a rock. Biting down on his bottom lip, he curses himself before fisting his cock. His knees buck underneath him, and his free hand slaps the wall, trying to grasp at it when he pumps his cock once.

His eyes flutter down, and he strokes himself yet again, beads of precum already running down to his fingers. His eyelids set shut when his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he could all but replay her whimpers and ttry to recall the sensation of her hands around his neck. The filthy noise of him pumping his cock filled the air, along with his heavy breathing and the occasional moans leaving his lips.

Her hands around his neck, until he couldn't breathe. His hands on her hips, pulling her down on his cock as she whimpered and begged for more. Her lips messily meeting his as his cock spurted cum inside of her warm, wet, cunt. Her lips parting for him to spit in her mouth. Him smearing his cum all overher face using his cock. Her gargled moans when he fucks her throat like a slut. Her teary eyes when he nibbles at her clit. The sensation of her thighs around his head as he rut himself against the bed, and-

The white-hot sensation of an orgasm crashing through him pulls a loud groan from him, cum spilling from his cock down his abs, and all he could do was watch as water cleans away the filthy images his mind has conjured. Shame filling each corner of his soul, and he washed his hair before forcing himself to sleep despite the images swarming his mind.

And of course he had the luck to land a mission with her not even a week after whatever that had been. As much as he hatesher, he can't lie: he admires her abilities. How, for even just five or six hours where they need to get along, they manage to. Running shoulder by shoulder, ducking shots and him having to drag her along while her leg had been injured. All examples of when they managed to get together and set aside their mutual hatred.

He had been waiting in position as she scurried off to clear the building, and he hated to admit the pit in his gut whenever he heard gunshots, it only letting loose when he heard her high-pitched tone come across the speaker. Clutching his gun to his chest, the task force run to where they should find their main goal: a shit ton of civilians and some assholes who has decided to terrorise them. Soap, who slapped him on the back and flashed him a smile, and Gaz, who bumped his shoulder against his when he had stood still for a bit too long. A bit dissociated, maybe? Who knew.

And after some hours of careful analysis, they had managed: only a couple injured, maybe one or two deaths, and a sucessful mission. His heart felt light, and he let out a shruddery breath when they got to base. Price, who skipped formalties and gave each of the soldiers a tight hug, had also announced: "We're going drinking, people. Let's fucking celebrate, because all of you, and I mean all of you-", he had noticed Price's eyes were on him, "-did a hell of a job. In two hours, does that sound good?"

He didn't want to go. Not only was he tired, but he was pissed off. y/n's snarky comment hadn't missed him: "He even needs validation. Ugh. Reeks daddy issues." She had muttered, and his fists clenched, eyes flickering to hers. She had a glint in them, a sort of defiance he wanted to punch out of her, or fuck, maybe both.

And asthe night progressed, he could only take so much. The alcohol was rising in his head, and so was in hers. Her snarky comments getting louder, and his comebacks matching hers. Her shoves harsher, and his slaps more real. Thank God, he was still sober enough to drag the pair outside to at least leave the rest of the task force alone.

"Won't you shut the fuck up?" He snaps, and her pushing him away was his last straw. "You fucking bitch-" he murmurs, pushing her against the wall. She somehow didn't stop snapping at her, and her mouth was running a bit too fast and too drunk, and before they both knew it, he had his lips on hers. "Won't you shut the fuck up already?" he says against her lips, and her teeth sinking into his lip made his breath stutter, before a deep inhale through his teeth and his hand went around her throat.

"Little bitch. That's all you wanted, eh? To be-" cut off by her tongue shoving into her mouth "to be treated like a whore? Yeah? Wanna be fucked against the wall?"

Somehow, that didn't shut her up, either. Instead, her hands had gone to the back of his neck and tugged at the strings there. He hisses at the pain, andhis his knee shoves itself between her thighs, rubbing at her clit through her clothes. Her mewls make a fire be lit in his eyes, his cock twitching to life. "Hmm. That's what you want, isn't it? Ooh, look at how needy that cunt is... I can feel it through our clothes, you know? This desperate cunt begging to be stuffed?"

That's how they ended up here, her splayed across her lap as his hand came down on her ass, again, and again, and again- "That's it... Hmm.. Count." When she got off track and started babbling, he had to stiffle a moan. "No. Bad whore. Bad." An idea struck his mind, and he pushes her panties aside. "Oh fuck, that pussy is fucking drooling" his voice sweet as honey, fingers plunging deep into her warmth. "Holy shit, you're so fucking tight." He mutters, landing a slap to her clit.

Pushing the whimpering woman down on the bed, his hands push her thighs back as he watches her squirm and try to get away from his hungered gaze. A line of spit dripping from his lips and onto her puffy folds, before he laps at her cunt. His eyes roll back and a moan leaves his lips when she lets out a moan that really didn't match her voice. Her thighs trying to snap shut, calves shivering on either side of his head as her back arches and her hips buck into his face. His forearms go around her waist, and pushes her down, forcing her to stay still and take it. One of his arms go up, and he shoves two fingers in her mouth, smiling against her cunt as she whimpers and her hole clenches. "Shut the fuck up, y/n, can't a man eat?"

As she moans around his fingers, her cunt gushes out against his tongue. He lets her ride out the orgasm against his mouth, and once he's done, he sits up on his knees, tugging her by her calves as she whimpers and complains. "Even after being fucked silly ya can't shut up, eh?" He smiles down at her, and groans when he feels her slick against his cock. He teases it up and down her slit, bumping it into her clit over and over. "Fuck, y/n, you're fucking dripping for me." When she shook her head, he dipped his cock into her folds, only to pull out. He does it over and over, until he's satisfied with her pleas.

Slowly sliding into her, stars grow behind his eyes as he feels her warmth around him. His head tips back, and his hand wraps around her neck, in a grip. Her bulged eyes and throaty moans made him smile. When her mouth opens to try and breathe, he leans down and spits.

"Swallow. Like a good fucking whore, you're going to swallow my spit, won't you?" He murmurs, bottoming out inside her. "Won't you?"

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man can these dolls play literally anything else. i keep retuning my granny's radio but it always plays that elysian night song :(((

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You just don't get it like we do

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my bro died so i have to take over the family business now :(( anyway hmu if you need anything special iykyk 😜🤙💯

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made some progress today :) the angels will be proud

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Elysium, the silent sighed lost lullaby...

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What a self own lmao

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op did u really think people were gonna vote against the doll? On the voodoopunk website?

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'voodoopunk website' up my ass y'all let the power get to your head. You fucking rusty ass stoner cultists ain't gonna last here

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THEY DEACTIVATED HAHA GET REKT

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My dad's been really terrible lately... at least i have the dolls to comfort me

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Their song is so beautiful... if only i could join them...

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Elysium, the silent sighed lost lullaby

Elysian night

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With great agony, we announce the passing of one of our dear members. Mod A, also known as Acolyte Amelia, you will be missed.

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I KNEW THOSE DOLLS WERE PROBLEMATIC FROM THE START UGH... don't support the voodoopunks they're lying to you #killthedolls #antivoodoopunk

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Amelia didn't die because of the dolls dumbass you're just using her death as a means to further your stupid political agenda smh 🙄

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AND YOU AREN'T???

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I FUCKING TOLD YOU GUYS

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right where i left you

jaehyun knew he’d be fine if he never saw you again — until he saw you again. overwhelmed with the realization that you’ve moved on, jaehyun must come to terms with his feelings for you… again.

part 1: in hell there’s heaven

pairing: ex!jeong jaehyun x ex!reader

genre: angst (shocker i know) !!MDNI!!

length: 3k

warnings: adults smoking weed, adults drinking alcohol, mentions of cheating, mentions of vomiting, it’s alluded that a character has a panic attack but not explicitly stated

net tags: @kflixnet

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Jaehyun isn’t quite sure why he’s here. The bass feels like it’s thumping deep in his bones in an uncomfortable way, and only other guy in the smoke circle just asked him to Venmo him for the weed. Jaehyun just shrugged and pulled out his iPhone, but in retrospect he feels like he was done dirty. All he can do about it now is shrug and let out a huffed breath.

“You okay?” A very pretty girl sitting a bit too close to Jaehyun asks with a coy smile. Under any other circumstance, or on any other day, Jaehyun would have indulged her. Taken her home, maybe. Certainly wouldn’t have passed up on the opportunity to see what she could do for him.

Except today isn’t just any other day, it’s November 16th. What would’ve been your 2 year anniversary as a couple.

“Yeah.” Jaehyun let’s out with a blunt tone, tearing his hazy eyes away from her equally as hazy ones to stare into the crowd at the party.

His decision to ignore the beautiful blonde to his left brings back the same question that’s been circling in his brain ever since he faked a smile all the way to the stoner corner— why is he here?

He thinks about you in that moment; as he does a lot these days, and especially on days like today. He thinks about how you would’ve hated to be here, that you wouldn’t be caught dead in a scene like this on a Wednesday of all days.

Well, maybe Jaehyun is wrong about that because there you are.

Woah, he thinks, eyes nearly bulging out of his skull in shock.

His heart picks up in pace when he focuses his eyes on your figure. You’re really here, holy shit.

There you are.

There you are standing in the archway to the living room scanning the crowd. There you are looking as beautiful as ever, obviously looking for someone.

He frowns, trying to follow your line of sight to whoever it is you’re searching for. He scans the faces in the crowd, hoping to see the familiar faces of your girlfriends.

For a moment he ponders if you’re looking for a man, but he shakes that thought off pretty quickly. There’s no way you’ve moved on, he thinks. Jaehyun still can’t listen to certain songs because they’re attached to memories too painful to relive. You must be as hung up on him as he is on you.

Right?

Jaehyun panics, sitting up straight from where he was sinking deeper and deeper into the old sofa that was once a bright orange, but now a muddy brown in the corner of the room. He leans his elbows on his knees and rests his chin in his palm as he zeroes in on you walking across the floor, and into the sea of people.

Quickly, Jaehyun stands and follows after you into the crowd with just enough time to see a man clad in a leather jacket place a welcomed kiss on your lips. Your own arms are looped around his neck, and Jaehyun can see the shimmer in the man’s eyes as he stares down at you once he pulls away. Which, by the way, seems to be unfavorable for you. Jaehyun thinks as he watches you pull the man closer to chase his lips.

Holy fuck is all his flabbergasted brain can come up with as he stumbles back, hand coming up to his chest.

Thank God nobody in this swarm of bodies is sober enough to notice his odd behavior. He takes full advantage of that as he turns on the heels of his Nike’s to run away from the scene before him. An overwhelming feeling of nausea cloaks him from head to toe at the shock.

Before he even knows it, he’s outside with his hands on his knees as he dry heaves into a half-dead rose bush. When he coughs, they feel an awful lot like painful sobs. When he shuts his eyes to try and equalize his spinning world, all he sees is your lips against those of another man.

He shakes his head, spitting into the dead branches of the bush as he stands up straight with a pained groan.

He sighs, eyes shutting tightly as he lets the scene play over and over in his head. It’s too much, but also not enough to make him cry, so he just sits and swallows back the painful choking feeling in his throat.

All Jaehyun feels is overwhelmed. Uncomfortable, unsure, and overwhelmed. He’s never been all that great with identifying or expressing his emotions, he didn’t even know he loved you as much as he did until you were gone, and today is just like the others.

He wishes he could articulate the thoughts running through his head. He wants nothing more than to call his friends for support, but he doesn’t know how. He doesn’t know how to tell them what he just encountered. He doesn’t know how to tell them how it made him feel. He doesn’t know how to even build the courage to take his phone out of his back pocket and just do it.

He’s still standing with his eyes screwed shut next to the bush when you find him. Your heart churns when you see how pained he looks, but you quickly shake yourself out of it enough to call his name.

His head whips up at the sound of your voice, and you’d be an idiot not to recognize the look in his eyes as he stands before you.

He then quietly calls out your name back to you, and you aren’t sure if he’s in shock, or trying to confirm that you’re actually here in front of him.

“Hey.” You say and offer him a small smile. You can feel your palms beginning to get clammy and your heart thud in your chest. You hate confrontation. Breaking up with Jaehyun was the hardest and bravest thing you had ever done.

He doesn’t respond, just trailing his eyes up and down your body. Not in a sensual way, but in the way that you can tell he’s attempting to read you but failing. His eyes do stop for a moment more on your lips, and it’s not hard to know why. For the last fifteen minutes all Jaehyun could think about is your lips. Your lips pressed against a man that isn’t him, to be specific.

Ignoring the creeping memories of the last time you stood in front of Jaehyun as he ignored you, you continue on the one sided conversation, “Why are you over here?”

That seems to do the trick with knocking him out of his thoughts. He stands up straighter, looking down at the bush and sniffing back his congestion awkwardly.

“Threw up.” Is all he says. It’s the same nonchalant tone he spoke in during your last fight.

“What? Seriously?” You yelp out, stepping in closer to look at the bush with morbid curiosity.

“Nah,” he says, having watched you step in closer with caution, “almost though.”

He isn’t sure why you’re talking about this, or why he’s even letting you lead the conversation in this direction, but soon the follow up question comes.

“But, why?” You say, frown in between your brows. He looks at you with a disbelieving look on his face before he realizes you weren’t kidding. He wants to laugh at how classic it is, at the fact that you don’t even recognize how much he’s in love with you still.

He shrugs, digging his fingers into the front pockets of his jeans. He pauses for a moment in the silence, distracted by a water spider skimming the surface of a muddy puddle that is just inches away from your foot. He wants to laugh, you would freak out if you knew a spider was this close to you, but he doesn’t point it out to you. If he did, he would just be cruel. He’s not yours to joke around with like that anymore.

With another scrunch of his nose and a sniff, he looks up into your eyes. His heart skips a beat, and that delays his speech, but he gets out his proposal nonetheless with a dry voice.

“Can we talk?”

You smile a sad smile at him and nod, turning on your feet to walk towards an old sun bleached cooler that’s been sitting in the front yard of this house since Jaehyun’s been coming around. Jaehyun wants to urge you not to sit, he doesn’t trust the structural integrity of the cooler, but he doesn’t. Wouldn’t your new boyfriend be weirded out by your ex looking out for you?

It’s a real question that passes through his mind, one that he doesn’t have an answer for.

“So,” is what you say to urge him to speak and it takes Jaehyun by surprise.

His stupidity really blows him away sometimes, he thinks, as he realizes that his total lack of foresight led him to starting a conversation he doesn’t know how to have.

“I don’t know what to say.” He says in honesty, noticing how you have a slight pout on your lips as you stare up at him from your sitting position on the cooler.

He wants to kiss you, of course he does. You’re the most beautiful girl on all of planet Earth and you’re sitting only two feet away from him with your lower lip slightly jutted in a confused pout. Jaehyun is a man after all.

You giggle and look at him with much more grace than he deserves and say, “Tell me how you’re feeling right now.”

“I don’t know, I’m feeling a lot.” He says honestly, and you validate him with a nod before asking your next question.

“Is the party making you anxious? Is that why you were over by the bush?” You ask, choosing to play the long game to get the answers you want out of Jaehyun. It was common practice in your relationship, and you surprise yourself by how quickly you’re able to slip back into that role.

Do you want to be here? You aren’t sure. Usually you’d be too afraid of him abandoning you to even ask yourself such questions.

Jaehyun wants to roll his eyes at how oblivious you’re being to the cause behind his behavior. He’s fed up with you not noticing him.

“Do you know what day it is?” He says, empty eyes piercing into yours. You gulp, your sweaty hands sticking together uncomfortably as you rub them together.

You were hoping he wouldn’t bring it up. You figured he’d be acting too laissez-faire to show his cards in such a way.

“Of course I do.” You say, almost shouting out the phrase.

“Then there’s your fucking answer.” He spits and you detect the creeping feeling of anger climb up your belly and into your chest.

Jaehyun did that a lot while you were together, bottle up all his feelings until they came out in bitter anger. You always had enough grace for him. You never left him without a second chance. You did it to protect him, protect you two together. You were consumed with fear of losing him, so you gave him shot after shot.

But what’s left now? What’s left to protect? Why does he need any more chances?

Suddenly empowered, you stand and look him in the face, “You won’t get away with that now.”

This only fuels his fire, “What the fuck is the point!”

You step into his space and look up into his angered eyes, “Why did you ask me to talk?” Your tone demands more than asks. Your knees are shaking. Confrontation still doesn’t come easy to you.

He breathes out and seems to calm a bit when he answers your question with one of his own, “Who is that dude?”

A knowing look finally crosses your face as you look at him with disappointment, “Why can’t you ever just tell me how you’re feeling, why do you play these… these mind games!?”

You step away from him, frustration overwhelming you as you look up at the moon as you say your next phrase, “Why do I always have to figure it out myself?”

You look at him, pleading eyes. He’s never heard you speak with that tone, you’ve never looked at him like this before. For the countless time this evening, he’s in shock. What did this breakup uncover in you?

He says nothing, finally being brought to silence. He has no answers for you, he wishes he knew himself why he did what he did. Why he could never be fully honest with you— with anyone, for that matter.

That’s one of the reasons he loves you so much, you met him where he was. You never expected him to rise to your level.

“Look, I need to tell you something.” You break the quiet and step closer to him. He meets your gaze with desperate and sad eyes, no longer cold.

You sigh, feeling very small under his gaze, breaking eye contact and shaking your hands by your sides to dry off the sweat. Fighting the anxiety, you look back into his eyes and ignore the way your heart skips a beat.

“I would’ve stayed if you had fought for me out on the porch that night.” You breathe out, the fear of rejection always associated with vulnerability hitting you like a truck. His face morphs into an unreadable one, and your palms start to feel clammy again.

After what felt like hours of eye contact, he finally speaks.

“But I didn’t.” He says very quietly, eyes darting between your two as he attempts to commit them to memory. This is the last time he’ll have you like this, he suspects.

“No,” you sigh, “you didn’t.”

He shuts his eyes tightly with a sharp inhale and he looks like he’s about to cry. Your heart squeezes and you feel your own tear ducts threaten to awaken.

“How about now?” He says with a playful lilt in his voice once he collects himself. It almost makes you giggle, his natural charm shining through and reminding you why you were with him in the first place.

You break eye contact with him for a moment and suck your lips in between your teeth and look down at the distance between your feet.

The ball is in your court. Would you be crazy to consider taking him back? Something deep inside of you urges you to take the leap, which feels terrifying. Logic tells you to run away, but your heart won’t let your feet move back.

Instead, they move forward as you step to wrap your arms around Jaehyun’s middle in a tight hug.

He stiffens for a moment before melting into your embrace, one hand coming up to hold the back of your head with the other arm around your waist. He pulls you in closer. Closing your eyes and letting out a deep breath, it feels exactly as you wished it would.

“I missed you.” You say, and Jaehyun’s heart picks up a beat when he realizes what this means.

Are you giving him a second chance?

“I won’t ever— I… fuck,” Jaehyun stumbles over his words as he attempts to pick the right ones to make you not regret your decision. So many words are bouncing around in his head, he considers just kissing you the way he used to when he got overwhelmed with his feelings for you.

He feels over the moon with joy at this moment, but also weighed down with pressure. His heart is beating a mile a minute and you can hear it, nuzzling in closer to give him time.

He closes his eyes, reveling in the feeling of having you back. He was right. You are the love of his life. He’s never felt this way before, and he’s sure he won’t feel this way ever again.

For the first time tonight, what he says comes easily.

A whisper of “I love you.” Escapes his smiling lips. He’s bouncing with excitement to hear you say it back. You bite your lip and anticipate the giddy feelings to wash over you to urge you to share in his sentiment.

But they don’t.

The feelings never come, in fact, you feel the opposite. A dreadful feeling sweeps over you as you frown, biting your lip until it hurts.

“Say- say it again.” You request with a small voice that Jaehyun is far too love struck to notice sounds a little off.

He pulls you out of the hug this time to hold you by the shoulders and look straight into your eyes. He’s positively beaming with love. He’s never looked at you like this before and it only breaks your heart more at what you know is coming.

He says your name very slowly before speaking, “I never stopped loving you. I love you so much.”

Suddenly, the glass shatters in your heart and a sob escapes your throat, cowering over yourself with tears beginning to flow.

It’s wrong. You can’t describe it any other way. The feeling in your gut and the lack of feeling in your heart are telling you all that you need to know.

This, whatever it is now or once was, is wrong.

You continue to sob as Jaehyun stands before you with a confused frown on his face. Is he supposed to comfort you? His heart has been tugged around like a dog on a leash all evening long, he’s nearing the end of his rope. All he has left to give you is his honestly. All he has left is his love.

But something’s wrong. So wrong that Jaehyun, the most emotionally unintelligent and unaware person you know, notices.

“I— I can’t do it again.” You sob into your hand and Jaehyun quickly attempts to reassure you. He feels a sweeping sense of relief, he still has you.

“Baby, it won’t. I will never cheat on you again.” Jaehyun says with as much sincerity as he can physically muster.

His obliviousness makes you cry harder, shaking your head and directing your teary eyes to his.

“No, Jaehyun. I can’t.” You blink tears out of your eyes and swallow your sobs as confusion paints over his features again.

“I don’t get it.” He says plainly and you frown, taking a shaky deep breath in and out.

“We aren’t getting back together. I’m sorry.” You say before brushing your shoulder past Jaehyun, leaving him speechless in the front lawn alone to run indoors.

Jaehyun feels like he just got the wind knocked out of him as he stands, speechless and unmoving. Each inhale he takes feels more and more shallow, a dry cough escaping his throat. He has to remind himself to blink, counting his breaths as he inhales and exhales rhythmically.

Slowly, Jaehyun trails his gaze up to the full moon shining bright above. It was a full moon the night you first left him too, he remembers.

Unlike last time, though, all Jaehyun does is stare. He doesn’t scream, he doesn’t beg, he doesn’t plead for answers. He just stares.

Just like before, Jaehyun stands with the midnight breeze and the bright full moon. Alone, devastated, confused.

Right where you left him.

a/n: i know you want me to talk about the twist ending but i want to talk about how much i love all you readers <3. this is my first and only fic to ever have a consistently interested reader base. like i have people coming into my inbox with theories. theories!!! y’all are paying THAT much attention? man that means the world to me fr. thank you so much for loving ihth and i hope this fic did it justice, you waited a long time for it.

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new look

Quick Note: I haven't written anything in a while, so it may be a little rough to read, plus this is very self-indulgent and a little fluffy. Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader Summary: Noah has some grievances about his new haircut.

Noah doesn’t quite recognize himself in the mirror.

He knows it’s the hair, and although it was his choice, there’s this swirl of anxiety brewing somewhere in his stomach, making him question if this had been a good idea at all because—god dammit, what if you hate it?

He turns his head side to side, watching how his now short locks flop with every movement. It looks good, he looks good. And yet, he can’t shake off this image in his head: you forcing a smile just to tell him, “As long as you’re happy.” And yes, he knows he is being overly dramatic. It’s just a haircut, something that he had been planning on doing since the beginning of the year, and something he had brought up to you multiple times, along with screenshots of his inspiration behind it.

You did nod your head in approval when he asked you if you thought he could pull it off. But what if? What if you think he looks ridiculous and stupid and like a child, and what if you laugh about it behind his back, and what if—

Three knocks on the door startle him, pulling him away from the mini-nervous breakdown that had been stirring within the confines of the Chili’s bathroom.

“You good, Noah?” Matt calls from the other side. “Everyone’s here and we’re all about to order.”

Noah still doesn’t recognize himself in the mirror, but he answers anyway with a quick, “Yeah, heading out now.”

The restaurant is dead, save for the booth housing some of his close friends bickering and laughing over some dumb video Jolly found on the internet. Noah smiles once he spots you, tucked between Nick and Matt, and for a moment he forgets all about the stranger in the mirror. His heart picks up an extra beat, and suddenly the air in his lungs isn’t enough because you’re staring at him, wide eyed and with a silent gasp lost somewhere down your throat.

“Noah!” you scream, catching the attention of some of the few workers by the counter. “No, you did not! Who is this?”

He’s fighting down a sheepish smile and his head feels like it’s spinning because he is watching you climb out of the booth, stepping over Matt while he complains with a Hey, watch it, dumbass!

But you ignore that, and everyone else because Noah—your best friend, Noah—has cut his beautiful princess hair and now looks like someone who has killed, and will kill again. “Noah,” you beam at him.

“It looks a little weird, I know.”

“Nonononono,” you say, lifting your hand to brush your fingers against his hair. “You look so good! Oh my gosh, like a whole different person. See, I told you, you’d look hotter than Levi. Holy shit!”

“Like a model,” Jolly adds and Noah rolls his eyes.

You nod fervently. “This is going to take a while to get used to. You went from looking like some stoner dude to-to, well, this.”

“I feel like I should be offended,” Noah says, but truthfully there is a wave of relief rinsing the anxieties out of him. He is still Noah, you are still his best friend, and you guys are in the middle of a Chili’s restaurant on a Tuesday night to catch up on recent events.

He lets you admire him some more, feeling somewhat prideful about the unparalleled hold he has on you, and he does his best to answer the hundred questions you’re firing at him about his new look.

“Let’s take a picture,” you finally say, pushing your phone into Jolly’s hands. “I wanna remember this moment.”

Noah wants to laugh now, your sheer excitement is making him feel bubbly inside, as if he were drunk just from inhaling the expensive perfume you are wearing, the very same one he bought you not too long ago.

“I just cut my hair,” he smirks, throwing an arm around you as Jolly snaps the picture, “I’m still the same old Noah.”

[brynnterpretations]

THE BOYS' MUSIC TASTES ☻

Click each character's name to see a custom-made playlist for them with song-to-song transitions!

Annie January (Starlight)

Since she was thirteen, Annie has religiously listened to female-led pop-punk such as Alanis Morissette, Garbage, No Doubt, Veruca Salt, and Hole. Even when she was, by all extents, "a good Christian girl" who was expected to shut up and sit pretty, Annie held a fierce nature that she expressed through her music tastes. To avoid being exorcised from her mother (half-joking-half-not-joking), hid her CDs in her old toy chest at the foot of her bed. She keeps them on a neat shelf in she and Hughie's apartment to this day.

Billy Butcher

Billy is an OG punk fan, particularly of the British variety, with his favorite bands being The Clash, Sex Pistols, Dead Kennedys, Ramones, and Black Flag. Ever the rebellious spirit, Billy's music reflects that, and has since he was a child; when times with his father were particularly rough, he'd head down to the nearby record stor with his little brother and haunt the aisles looking for something of interest, where he found his to-be all-time favorite band, The Clash.

Frenchie

Frenchie enjoys psychedelic-rock (and just straight psychedelic) music in both French and English, with some of his favorite artists being The Mystery Lights, Juniore, The Brian Jonestown Massacre, The Limiñanas, and Allah-Las. At first influenced by his heavy-stoner friend group in middle school, Frenchie began developing his own tastes into what they became to this day through a lot of house-shows, concerts, and drugs: per the name, the bands he's into are intertwined with social drug use.

Hughie Campbell

So, obviously, Billy Joel — but, believe it or not, Hughie does listen to other music. He loves '80s and '60s music, specifically Daryl Hall & John Oates, The Beach Boys, Elton John, The Monkees, and TOTO. His music taste came from either the radio (Eagles, Wham!) or his Dad (The Animals, The Beatles), and Hughie prides himself on having an old-school taste in music, no matter how mainstream the bands may be.

Kimiko Miyashiro

Kimiko loves jazz (particularly its "bebop" subsection) and R&B from the '40s, '50s, and '60s, with a particular love for Ella Fitzgerald, Etta James, and Billie Holliday. When she was unfettered from the Shining Light Liberation Army, Kimiko didn't have much music to choose from besides an old Waklkman she swiped from a snoozing man on the streets of Brooklyn. For the next few years, she wore the Walkman and its headphones thin. Currently, she owns a sick vinyl player with an impressive catalogue of Dinah Washington records.

Marvin T. Milk (Mother's Milk/M.M.)

If it isn't obvious enough from his shirts, old-school rap. Growing up in Harlem, M.M. was both surrounded by the rap scene and deeply connected to the values it held (and continues to hold) of Black strength, resilience, and culture. From childhood to adulthood, M.M. has broadened a diverse taste in '80s to '90s rap and hip-hop from mainstream to obscure, and especially loves Public Enemy, Boogie Down Productions, and Run—D.M.C.