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tpwk-formula1 · 2 months ago

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Hello, there! I love your writings and the order is bit long sorry for that!

Pizza crust: thin crust, pizza sauce: red sauce, with topping of sausage, olives, basil, garlic, bacon, arugula, roasted mushroom, buratta with drinks: beer, Dr pepper, lemonade, red bull, coke zero, and dessert: yes For MAX verstappen

If you can, could you please let The reader be leclerc or sainz, if you can't you can do whatever you want! THANKS WAITING FOR MY ORDER🤭😉

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

thin crust brother's best friend red sauce rough sex sausage "Better not waste a drop" olives "Swallow every last bit. NOW!" basil "I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy" garlic "I know you love it when I fill that pretty pussy with my cum" bacon "What would your brother think if he caught us" arugula "I love stretching this pussy out" roasted mushrooms “Fucking you so good you I can see myself in your tummy” burrata "How many was that? three... I think you can give me another" beer edging dr pepper dirty talk lemonade body worship redbull hickeys coke zero high sex dessert yes served by Max Verstappen

Max x Norris! reader

AN: I in fact took an edible while writing this so if some of it sounds goofy my apologizes <3

TW - oral (m receiving), fingering, mentions of weed, multiple orgasms, slightly edging, squirting, spitting, unprotected sex, creampie

WC 2700+

Y/N POV

"Maxie, you don't need to smoke with me just because Lando was teasing you for having a stoner girlfriend when you've never even touched weed," I tell him softly as I'm sitting on his lap and running my fingers through his hair.

"I know I don't have to but I wanna see what you like about it so much," Max replies softly letting his fingers softly trace along my hips.

"How about we take edibles?" I suggest softly making Max think about it for a second.

"Okay, but can we smoke together another time?" Max asks softly making me smile.

"Sure, but let's see how you like this first," I tell him softly while leaning over to my night stand and opening the drawer to pull out the little tin full of my assortment of gummies.

"Do you want strawberry or cherry?" I ask softly looking through my collection to see which flavors I had.

"I want this one," Max says softly pointing to the lime one.

"No, that's indica and will just make you sleepier than sativa already will make you," I tell him softly while plucking up the strawberry gummy and biting it in half and handing Max the other half while I eat the first half.

Max hesitates before he takes it and eats it as well. Before I put away the tin I grabbed another one and eat it.

"Why did you get more?" Max whined making me look at him with a raised brow.

"Tolerance babe," I reply softly while cuddling into Max's chest and wait for the effects to take course.

"I think I need more, I'm not feeling anything," max says after 20 minutes making me laugh softly.

"Love I think I might have given you too much already. Have some patience. If an hour and a half has passed and you still feel absolutely nothing I'll give you a little more," I tell Max softly knowing I gave him half of a 30mg gummy.

"If you gave me too much and you ate more did you take too much?" Max ask softly making me laugh and shake my head.

"No love, I gave you 15mg of THC and I took the other half of yours and took another 15mg gummy so I doubled your dose," I reply softly trying to explain everything I can to him.

"Is it really gonna take 90 minutes for me to feel it?" Max asks.

"Probably not but sometimes it takes a little longer. My guess is an hour you'll start feeling it and by the hour and a half mark you'll feel the full effects," I tell him softly before placing a kiss on his lips.

"How will I know?" Max asks making me laugh a little.

"You'll know I promise," I respond back.

As the time passes I can feel Max starting to get fidgety, and when I look up from resting my head on his chest I find his face starting to become flush.

"You feel it love?" I question with a faint smile on my face.

"Stront, yes! I feel like heavy but light. Something's got to be wrong! We gotta call someone, let them know I'm dying! If I die please make sure they replace me with someone good," Max says clearly showing that he's starting to get paranoid.

"Love, you're fine! Enjoy your high. You're not gonna die I promise," I respond while leaning up and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"I already told Lando! I knew you wouldn't take this serious," Max says clearly still freaking out which makes me laugh.

"Love, you're overthinking which is gonna ruin your high. Relax and enjoy the feeling," I say while turning around in his lap and resting betsween his thighs so I can turn on the TV and play the first Kevin Hart movie I find.

"Watch the movie and laugh," I tell Max sternly while also grabbing his phone out of his hands and put it under my leg so I know he isn't sneaking it.

I send Lando a quick text letting him know his friend was in fact fine and just being dramatic.

Lando just laughs back at the situation and tells me he's here if Max needed anything.

"See you have Lando worried!" Max says clearly reading my texts over my shoulder.

"No! He said if you need anything like snacks or something not a fucking ambulance," I tell Max making him groan.

Another twenty minutes pass when I feel Max buck against my back making me feel his hard cock. I hold back the smirk I want to spread across my face and just ignore Max until he says something.

"Are you sure it was weed," Max calls out a few minutes later making me laugh.

"Yes, I'm sure I gave you weed love. You took an edible, it's a body high. This is normal," I tell Max softly while rubbing him through his pants.

"Fuck, is that why you're always all over me when you take edibles?" Max questions looking at me through hooded eyes.

"Yes, and when we have sex it's so good! Everything is so much more intense for me" I tell him with a bright smile making him groan at the thought.

"Fuck, please I need something. Oh my god are you feeling anthing?" Max says making me laugh and nod my head.

"Yes, love I'm fucking throbbing but didn't do anything until you said something cause it's different for everyone," I reply softly making Max reach his hands around my waist and push his hand into my sleep shorts instantly finding my soaked folds.

"Oh," I moan when I feel his fingers graze my clit which makes him start lazily circling it with his fingers.

"Watch the movie," Max whispers in my ear making me turn my attention back on the movie while Max continues to tease me.

"Fuck Max," I moan when I feel him speed up his actions.

"You gonna cum for me," I could hear the smirk in Max's voice as he continues to rub my clit.

"Please," I cry out when I feel him slip 2 fingers into my pussy finding my G-spot almost instantly.

"Go on, cum for me," Max says making me fall apart on his fingers.

"Fuck," I cry when I feel the pleasure start coursing through me, lasting much longer than it normally would had I been sober.

"So good Maxie," I gasp when I finally start to come down from my high.

"Fuck, you always look so pretty when you cum," Max groans into my neck before he places a soft kiss on my sweet spot.

"Maxie, go faster! Please," I whine and beg Max to sped up his actions knowing I can feel anothe orgasm start to build deep within me.

"Fuck, I love to hear you beg! Always sound so pretty for me," Max tells me softly while he speeds up his actions. I could feel the orgasm building almost instantly which had me throwing my head back onto Max's chest while I allow the pleasure to consume every part of me.

"Want you in my mouth next," I moan softly as I start to fall over the edge into a squirting orgasm soaking Max's hand, my panties and shorts as well as a little bit of out sheets.

"FUck," I cry when Max only speeds up his actions throwing me into an almost instant 3rd orgasm.

"Max," I'm screaming out as the pleasure starts to mount.

"How many was that? three... I think you can give me another, and then I'll let you do what you want," Max tells me while he continues to finger fuck me through my third orgasm.

"It's too much," I cry out but make no attempt at moving away from the brutal pleasure.

"Want me to stop?" Max asks with a smirk clearly written all over his face.

"No! You better not stop!" I scream out.

"Then quit your complaining about it being too much," Max replies back while he speeds his actions up again. I could feel my next orgasm starting to build again which had me slipping my hand into my panties to join Max.

Once my finger grazed my clit I scream as I fall over the edge again while I tease my clit and Max continues to fuck into my G-spot. I could feel my pleasure soaking everything once again making me gasp at the pleasure.

"Fuck, so good Maxie," I call out as I come down from the orgasm. Max and I have both pulled our hands out of my pants when I offer my fingers for him to lick clean.

"Better not waste a drop," I tease while he pulls my fingers into his mouth and licks them clean before he pulls his fingers into his mouth and licks them clean too.

"You're hot," I saw while watching my boyfriend remove his fingers from his mouth revealing his lips covered in a light layer of my slick.

I lean up and pull Max in for a kiss while I turn around so I'm not facing Max and away from the TV. I start grinding into Max's lap enjoying the way his cock slides against my drenched shorts.

I reach down and pull Max's shirt off while I reposition myself to pull Max's briefs off allowing for his cock to spring free. I watch as it bounces softly against his skin allowing for some of his precum to pool near his belly button. I take his length into my hand and lick from the base of his cock to his tip where I collect a bit of his precum before I start pulling his length into my mouth.

I can hear Max gasping and hissing above me the more I take him into my mouth. Once I've taken his full length into my mouth I gag slightly before I pull back and start bobbing my head on his cock.

"Fuck, feels so good," Max groans out making me speed up my actions using his groans and words as encouragement. As I'm sucking on his heavy cock I bring one of my hands up to his balls and start playing with them while letting my free hand rest on his thigh.

I pull my mouth off his cock and lean down to suck his balls into my mouth making Max hiss and buck his hips at the new sensations coursing through his body.

"What would your brother think if he caught us. You on your knees with your perfect little mouth taking my cock like it was made for it," Max says while gripping into my hair and pulling me in for a kiss before he pulls back before pulling my hair hard making me gasp leaving Max to lean down and spit directly into my mouth making me whine feeling his spit slide down my tongue.

"Swallow every last bit. NOW!" Max whispers against my jaw making me close my mouth and swallow his spit. Max gives me a satisfied smirk before pulling me in for another kiss.

Max flips us over so he's now on top of me while he grinds into my soaked shorts before he finally lifts my shirt off and pulling my shorts off next.

Once I'm completely bare for Max he slowly pushes into my pussy making me gasp at the stretch of taking his full length.

"I love stretching this pussy out," Max lazily grunts while looking into my eyes. I can see the effects the weed is taking on Max, but my favorite is the lazy look he has written all over his face but still so turned on his dominant energy is still present.

"Fuck! Maxie, so big," I gasp feeling Max bottom out in my pussy stretching me just right.

"Fuck," Max grunts when he starts thrusting his hips into mine, hitting all the right spots the faster he is going.

"Max," I moan when I feel the tip of his cock graze my G-spot.

Max starts fucking into me faster making the pleasure become increasingly more overwhleming while he leans down and starts kissing my neck before I feel him sink his teeth into my heated skin and start sucking, leaving a mark behind before he starts adding another one on the other side of my neck.

"Love putting marks on your perfect skin," Max grunts when he sees the little marks he's left behind.

"Fuck, I'm close," I moan making Max pull out of my pussy successfully edging me.

"No," I whine when I feel Max bring his mouth back to my neck leaving another hickey while he teases my clit with the tip of his cock before he finally pushes back into my pussy fucking me harder than he had previously making me scream out at the overwhelming pleasure.

"Don't cum yet," Max says before leaning down and kissing me before pulling his cock out when he feels me getting close to the edge again.

"Please Maxie," I beg not knowing how much more edging I could handle.

"You've cum three times already and you're begging for more?" Max teases making me whine.

"Please, so good Maxie," I beg again making Max finally push back into my pussy and start fucking me again.

"Fuck," I moan loudly clenching around Max making him hiss at the feeling.

“Fucking you so good you I can see myself in your tummy,” Max grunts out making me snap my eyes open and look down to notice the little bulge in my tummy each time Max fucks into me.

"Fuck," I moan out as I pussy down on the bulge making Max and I both loudly moan at the added pleasure.

"Can I cum," I moan out making Max grunt out a quick hold it making me whine at being on the edge but not being allowed to fall over the edge.

"Fuck, feel so good around me," Max grunts out.

"Max I can't hold it anymore," I whine out making Max speed up his actions before he finally gives me the permission I was waiting for.

"Fuck Max," I cry out as I start cumming all over his cock, pulling him with me cumming with me.

"Fuck, Max, did you cum in me?" I whine when I feel his cum start to splash against my soaked walls.

"I know you love it when I fill that pretty pussy with my cum," Max grunts hiding his face in my neck overwhelmed with the pleasure coursing through his body.

"Fuck Max," I gasp when he starts slipping his cock from my overly sensitive pussy.

"I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy," Max groans out as he watches his cum leak from my pussy. Max takes a few more seconds to gather himself before he slips out of bed and finds one of his discarded shirts on the floor before he slowly starts cleaning the mess between my thighs.

Once I'm cleaned up he grabs a clean shirt of his before slipping in onto my body and slipping a second shirt onto himself before pulling a clean pair of briefs on.

"I'm hungry," Max whines once he's settled into the bed making me laugh softly.

"We have food here," I reply back softly making Max groan.

"I wanna call Lando! Maybe he'll pick us up something," Max says softly making me laugh at him before finding his discarded phone tangled in the sheets and handing it to him.

"Go on and call your boyfriend," I joke making Max roll his eyes.

"I love you Norris's what can I say," Max teases with a shrug of his shoulder.

"Landooo, I want a burger," Max whines into the phone making me laugh at my needy boyfriend.

"Please!" Max says excitedly when I hear Lando tell him he could pick us up something.

"What do you want love?" Max asks me telling him my order before he tells Lando his order.

"He'll be here in 20 minutes," Max says with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Can't believe you called him," I laugh before cuddling into his side and allowing my body to relax and enjoy the high while we wait for Lando to arrive with our food.

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strawberryflavoredvenum · 2 months ago

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Eyeless Jack hcs +ej x toby ship

BTW MY HEAD CANNONS FROM OTHER POSTS DO NOT CARRY OVER SO FORGIVE ANY INCONSISTENCIES IF YOU'VE SEEN OTHER ONES.

No ship:

🩵ej is pretty chill and gets along fine with everyone. If he has a problem he will keep it to himself mostly. This makes him well liked by most other proxies.

🩵he is a huge stoner. Almost annoyingly so. He makes it his personality sometimes. He spends a lot of time on the front porch. When proxies come home from missions. they will sit with him and talk about it/ vent. He never truly feels sober anymore. He's tried some harder stuff but not much.

🩵toby wanted to try and ej guided him through the process. Toby didn't end up liking it as much. He preferred the gummies while ej mostly Vaped.

🩵he has a soft spot for the kids in the house. It's not uncommon to catch him at a tea party with Sally. Tutu and all.

🩵this man cannot keep a piece of technology alive. His phone is cracked to hell even though it's new. Some of the screen has even come off. He gets viruses all the time trying to pirate movies on his laptop. Even his fitbit is destroyed. He doesn't even have a working charger most of the time.

🩵he has had to sew an elastic loop in the back of his pants so they stay up and fit with his tail. He loathes belts.

🩵he has schizophrenia. He is half blind and what little he can see, he would rather not.

🩵he wants snakes but toby wants rats and they argue about which one to get all the time. Toby said they can't have both because the rat would eventually see the snake eat and that would be messed up. Ej argues that it's the circle of life and that snakes were much cooler anyways.

🩵his ears are more like bat ears. He can hear very well and it makes up for his bad eyesight.

Ej x toby ship hcs:

(sorry I'm a little feral)

🩵ej isn't naturally a lovey dovey person and toby is super awkward. Neither of them are all that experienced. Their relationship mostly consists of staring at each other blankly.

🩵their relationship is not a secret but they don't do pda so it took the other proxies a LONG time to find out. When they find out they make a huge deal about it. Nina finding out was a disaster.

🩵they both borderline on ace. Overall they don't think about sex much. It isn't important to the relationship. Nina sometimes jokes that they are just besties at this point. They ignore any comments about their relationship made by nina

🩵ej didn't take care of his hygiene/ grooming/ clothes nearly as much until he and toby started dating. He doesn't want toby to think he's gross or anything. Toby would never think that though.

(This one is a little sadder than the rest)

🩵he spends half of his day worrying about toby and the other half smoking. Toby's mental health is a tad more severe and ej worries a lot. He has seen toby during a manic episode and it scared him so much. Jack makes sure to check up on Toby regularly without making it obvious to the other proxies. Toby doesn't seem as self aware as Jack.

🩵one time they were caught cuddling on the couch and watching a movie and were teased so badly that they don't even hold hands outside their rooms. They weren't all that into pda to begin with tbh.

🩵they both love caring for each other. Brushing each other's hair, wrapping their injuries from missions, running baths, picking out clothes. Mundane acts of care go a long way.

🩵oral hygiene is very important considering EJ is a cannibal. Ej brushes four times a day, has breath mints, ect. Toby won't kiss him if his breath smells like organs.

#to be cringe is to be free #creepypasta #ticci toby #ej #eyeless jack #hcs #headcanon #ticcijack #I'm so normal about them I swear

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lowkeyclowning · 2 years ago

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Slashers reacting to the reader high/having a stoner partner

warnings: smoking, drugs, brief mentions of nsfw and torturing

I hope this is satisfactory, I haven’t written anything or gotten caught up with most of these characters in a while 😭😭

Chromeskull (Jesse Cromeans)

- he’s driven by your state, how expressive you are, and overall just how impressionable you become. He loves the control he has on you.

- He’d be a junky for it, if you were the kind of person to enjoy that he craves it; he’d take full advantage of that. Going out of his way to fulfill your desires and keep you relying on him.

- He’d buy more for you. Anything you like: edibles, pens, blunts, bongs, etc. As long as you pay him back in a way of his liking he doesn’t mind.

- He would get high with you depending on where you stand to him, if you were seen as his victim/obsession/infatuation he likely wouldn’t. He finds it so much more intoxicating to watch you come undone. If you were seen as a friend or coworker he might consider if you catch him in a good mood, about 75% he agrees

The Collector (Asa Emory)

- He is entertained to say the least, though his amusement comes with a sick twist of curiosity. He wants to see how your mind and body react to intense things under this state. He wants to see how quick you twist and squirm; You’d give in so fast, you’d be so easy to take.. that has his attention.

- He is going to toy with you if you’re his un-collected victim, such as standing in the corner of your room and watching to see how long you take to notice him and how you respond, only then would he decide what to do with you.

- Other than that he doesn’t all the much care for it specifically, it’s just a tool, a weak one at that. He would much rather observe harder drugs work their effect and build off that.

- He wouldn’t get high with anyone regardless of closeness. He’d never willingly be caught with his guard down like that.

Bo Sinclair

- Oh honey, he’s all over this. He is ecstatic to watch you during your highs, he loves to play around with you and make you laugh. Hearing the impact of his charisma through your high drives him crazy.

- He is very playful with you already, when you’re high he can’t stop himself from “accidentally” scaring you or telling dumb jokes that send you laughing so hard you have to hold onto him to prevent yourself from toppling over.

- Play fighting and bickering with you is another way he gets his entertainment, the way you struggle to make sense is pure gold in his opinion.

- He’d absolutely get high with you, he might even be the one to suggest it in the first place. Watching him unfold is euphoric. He gets clingy when he hits that peak. With that, intimacy is usually always the result. Keeping your hands off each other would be an obstacle among itself

Vincent Sinclair

- He doesn’t mind too much, though he is entranced by your behavior. Often caught staring and watching you, but he does that regardless of your high. He loves looking at you. You are his muse, his gaze can’t help but drift towards you.

- He is reliable to be around, he’s quiet and usually doing his own thing. If he gets this rush of infatuation towards you he may drift closer for a look, but other than that he tends to keep to himself.

- He’d prefer not to get high, it isn’t in his greatest interest. He’d much rather spectate and keep out of the way.

Ghostface (Stu Macher)

- He likely is a supplier or knows the best, as well as someone that is always ready to drop everything to smoke a bit.

- He might jokingly pout that you were smoking without him if he found you alone.

- Sometimes you’ll lay there with him listening to music, talking and laughing about funny things he said or some weird dream you had two or three nights ago.

- There’d never be a dull moment smoking with him, one moment you could be laying on a couch and the next you’re on your way to a gas station getting a ridiculous amount of food because he got the munchies and refused to go alone.

- 10/10 would love to smoke with him

Bubba Sawyer

- He wouldn’t really catch on to what was happening with you at first. He doesn’t have tons of experience with being taught to feel any sort’ve way towards the substance but he may express curiosity or worry for your odd behavior. You’d definitely need explaining to avoid possible worries.

- He is good support to be around when you are high, minding his own business for the most part. He’d curiously come over to you every now and again for attention plus the reassurance that you’re alright.

- I can’t see him taking his own high good, much less smoking, but he’ll blindly follow you into hell if you let him so you’ll have to know his boundaries for him sometimes. He’s still getting used to having choices so you’ll have to be patient with him.

Billy Lenz

- He likes watching you get high, it makes his head fuzzy to watch you get so vulnerable around him. It sends him into a craze whether you know he is there or not.

- He gets a kick from way you laugh at the littlest things,, but also how paranoid you get at times. Oh he loooves scaring you. His crooked grin smearing from cheek to cheek as you scream or jolt from something he did.

- I don’t remember much about Billy, but he looks like someone who has done harder drugs, so I’m going to say he’d be delighted to get high with or without you. If you are with him, prepare for the clingiest mess you’ve ever seen. If you weren’t with him, prepare for some disturbing phone calls.

#asa emory #jesse cromeans #chromeskull #slashers x reader #chromeskull x reader #asa emory x reader #billy lenz #bubba sawyer #vincent sinclair #stu macher #billy lenz x reader #the collector

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honey-comb-xox · 9 months ago

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Greened out

Nick Sturniolo x male!stoner!reader

Warnings: Weed, greening out, throwing up, peer pressure, driving while high (don't do that brothers!! Be safe!) - sorry if i missed anything pls lmk if I did!!

A/n: y’all be gentle w this one it’s my first actual writing that isn’t a joke 😭

Summary: y/n greens-out 😶‍🌫️

Y/n sighed as he leaned further back in the lawn chair he found himself in about 3 hours ago. The hot summer air in L.A. was completely different then what he was used to in New York, for some reason it just made blunts hit 10x better.

“Dude you gonna hog that shit or fuckin pass it”

Y/n snaps out of his daze and keeps the smoke circle going, it had been a stressful day. The majority of his day so far has been spent running errands, bringing Nick back and forth to the post office for Space Camp orders, and making sure the Triplets didn’t starve while signing cards for their 6 mil merch drop. It doesn’t sound like a whole lot, but it was definitely draining. Hence the predicament he’s in now.

“Bruh I got one more blunt! Who’s up for a third?”

“Nah man i’m good i gotta drive back to Nicks soon”

“Dude look it’s skinny as shit you’ll be fine, unless you’re pussy”

“Seriously man, i’m not falling for your shit right now”

Y/n did in fact fall for his shit again. Which has led him to his current predicament of how the hell he was supposed to get home, if this was any other area in town then he’d just leave his car. But of course it wasn’t and on top of all that there was not a single sober person he trusted to drive his car to Nicks. There’s really only one option…

“Alright guys I think imma head out” Y/n groaned while stretching up

“Be careful driving back man!”

Y/n sighs as he starts his car preparing for a long ride back home.

~Timeskip~

Y/n stumbles out of his car while trudging up to the front door. After messing with his keys for a few minutes he finally finds the key Nick gifted him a couple of weeks back.

“Nick! I’m back!” Y/n exclaimed

“Hey! Matt and Chris just went out to get dinner. Did you eat?” Nick says going in for a hug.

“Nah I just got back from Jetts place”

“Yeah I can tell. How much did you guys smoke?” Nick coughs from the stench of weed radiating of off Y/n

“I don’t know…like three, 2 ½ blunts” Y/n responds nonchalantly

“THREE? Please don’t tell me you drove back here right after”

“Well I didn’t really have a choice. I couldn’t just leave my car there” At this point that ‘mini’ blunt is starting to hit a lot more than Y/n expected it to. Nick keeps rambling on, but this all goes through one ear and out the other because now it’s either he focuses on what Nicks saying or not throwing up.

“Are you even listening to me right now? You know what, whatever just tell me what you want from Canes so I can tell Matt and Chris”

“Nah I’m good I think, I actually gotta go to the bathroom real quick” Y/n paled. The thought of food was enough to send him over the edge.

Nick looks questionably at his boyfriend, but then brushes it off and rolls his eyes. The moment of silence is broken by groans from the bathroom.

“Babe you okay?” Nick hollers

Y/n doesn’t respond.

“Babe!” Nick shouts once again

Again no response. Nick runs to the bathroom to find his boyfriend curled up near the toilet.

“Oh my god! Babe are you okay?”

Y/n only groans in response. Nick sits down and rubs his back soothingly. Y/n goes to turn to Nick only to find the room rapidly spinning around him which only furthers his nausea. This carries on for another 5 minutes.

“Oh my god. I’m never smoking weed again” Y/n whines while slumping against Nick

“Yeah right, I’m gonna go grab you some water and your toothbrush from my room” Nick laughs

Y/n nods, while adjusting his position to lay on the cold tile .

“Aww poor baby” Nick says smugly

“Oh shush” Y/n says as he sits up against the bathtub

“Seriously though, are you okay?”

“Yea, I mean I’m still a little dizzy but the nausea is gone” Y/n yawns as he curls into Nick.

~Timeskip~

Chris runs up to the door without waiting for Matt.

“Dude seriously! Not even gonna grab the drinks or anything?” Matt hollers from the van.

“I getting the door for you, duh” Chris says meekly

Chris goes back to the van to grab the drinks from Matt, and holds the door for his brother.

“Nick!! We’re back! We got food for Y/n too!” Matt yells as he passes the stairs.

“Matt look at this” Chris whispers

Matt sets down the food on the counter, and heads over to Chris. The boys have their heads peeking into the bathroom only to find Nick and Y/n peacefully sleeping against the bathtub all snuggled up together.

“If they don’t wake up in like…thirty minutes then we’ll wake them up so their food doesn’t get too cold” Matt whispers to Chris

Then a sudden flash comes from Chris’ camera with the image of Nick holding Y/n in his arms sleepy glaring as his brothers.

A/n: okay how was that? Again please be kind it’s my first time writing smth like this but if you have any tips for me i’m definitely open to suggestions!!

#nick sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x male reader #sturniolo triplets x reader #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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mrmeowziii · 2 months ago

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Rodney’s Bro Richard- He’s had to go through a lot, and never learned to cope, not well anyway.

I decided I would draw a focused picture on each family member (Except Rodney I draw him enough) just to explore them a bit more and further explain how I see them in my head.

Richard Parker was born to a 25 year old father and 23 year old mother. He was their first child- the beginning of what would become a VERY big family. He wasn’t alone for long, as his younger brother Ryan was born less than a year later. Throughout his early childhood, his life would be dominated by new arrivals almost every year. With every new brother, Richard found himself pushed further and further away from his mother, who he’d always had a very close bond with. The tipping point were his youngest (and last) brothers, Ryder and Ralphie. You think one baby is hard to compete for attention with, try TWO.

Though his mother tried her best, giving equal attention to two newborns, a one year old, two year old, etc- with an eight year old is very hard. Richard became accustomed to spending time alone, and began to develop a detached sense of self. He’d help out with his younger brothers, but even then Ryan was much better at it. Then the accident happened.

Every family member took their mother’s (or wife’s) death differently. Some were too young to understand, while others took it hard. Richard was one of the ones who got the brunt of it all. He was never able to fully cope with her death, and still experiences intense depressive episodes to this day. With his father always off working, parenting primarily fell to Richard and Ryan. While Ryan was able to rise and meet the challenge… Richard couldn’t. Instead, he grew more detached. As they got older, more and more responsibilities were passed off until he barely even knew what his youngest brothers were like. His relationship with Ryan especially soured, and he fell into smoking to take the edge off.

Richard has never been able to stay in a relationship for long, as he finds it hard to connect with others on a deep level. His body has always been given freely, to anybody who wanted it. Anything to distract him- even if it never actually helps. It’s nice while it lasts.

His closest connection is with his brother Robbie, who’s used him for booze and cigarettes when going out with friends for years. Richard never asks questions.

In the future, Richard learns to live with his depression, and focuses on the things that make him happy in life. He joins a band with someone he met online and they do alright for themselves. He reconnects with his family, and reconciles with Ryan after a few years. Finally, he bids farewell to his mother, and looks towards his own future.

(I know this was a lot but it was fun to write! Richard was the first design I created, so I made him the oldest! He was a stoner/cool guy type, though that’s evolved at bit, lol.)

#art #digital art #total drama #tdi #tdi fanart #headcanon #my ocs #tdpi #total drama rodney #rodfam

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fan-fantasies · 2 years ago

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A Little Push

Warnings?: drug use (weed), I think that's it.

A/N: woah, I'm alive. It's crazy. It's been rough wanting to write literally anything, but here I am. Heather and I have been hyping each other up like crazy so I'm super excited. Just as a fair warning, this is not proof read, I'm super lazy and just don't want to. Regardless, I do hope you guys enjoy this, it was fun to write. -Breezy

Vermont was always lovely this time of the year, the leaves would change and the true beauty of nature would emerge for a small portion of time before winter would come along. You'd lived in Vermont for the majority of your life, having met your best friend, Heather, at a young age. She was the main reason you knew you weren't alone.

It was hard growing up being different, even if it was fairly easy to hide, but kids were ruthless and they were always willing to spill the tea to anyone who would listen. Nevermore was the one place you knew would be best for you, even after high school, a university for those who were different made you feel at ease. Though, even at a place full of outcasts, you couldn't help but feel different. As a siren, it was almost certain that you would have the confidence of God and the charm of an enchantress/enchanter, but you had found it very difficult to rise to those expectations.

Bianca was a prime example of who most people believed you should be. Everything about her is beautiful, her skin, her eyes, she just radiated beauty and honestly you envied her.. Maybe that’s why you never really spent time with the others, instead hanging out with Heather and the other gorgans. All of them were chill, never expected much, plus they were extremely funny. The notorious stoners were fun to watch as they got high, hell, it was fun to join them on occasion. They were just so excepting. Maybe that was why you and Ajax had gotten so close. To Heather it was pretty apparent you had a thing for him, you of course denied that. Even if you did, dating had never been in the cards. Being an outcast does that to you.

"Dude, come on," Heather began, "just ask him to hang out, hell, ask him if he wants to smoke a joint with you. He won't think twice about it." She rolled her eyes, "plus, he'd be hanging out with you and I know for a fact he'd never turn that down."

You sigh, putting your head down on the table you were currently sitting at. "Don't say that, you'll get my hopes up," you grunt, "no one ever wants to hang out with me, besides you." You whisper.

You hear Heather sigh in what you thought was defeat. You were wrong.

"Ajax! Come here!" She shouted causing your head to snap up, now looking in the direction of where she called. Sure enough Ajax came jogging over.

"Hey Heather, what's up?" His eyes met yours, "y/n, hey." He nervously said.

Before you could speak, Heather responded, "Y/n wants to hangout and have smoke, you in?" The way she said it was calm, forward but not in a pushy way.

You watched as a smile grew on his face, "Hell yeah, mine or yours?

You swallowed, "Y-Yours?" You stammer bewildered that he agreed.

"Great, stop by a little later." You respond with a simple nod before he walked off. You sat there stupefied, did that really just happen?

"Told you." Heather smirked, her arms crossed over her chest.

"I can't believe you."

She laughed, "I think the word you're looking for is, thank you." She teased.

Your expression must have shown your anxiety, Heather's face softened.

"Look, I know it's hard to believe someone other than me would want to hang out with you. Let's be honest, I'm not the most social butterfly either, like I legit could turn people to stone but please," she began, "give him a chance, at least be his friend." She begged. You listened to your friend, you'd been through everything together and you knew she'd never do anything to hurt you.

You nod, "okay, I will. Thank you."

She smiled, "Now, how about we go back to yours and get you ready for your date." She teased.

The hours leading up to meeting up with Ajax seemed to drag out causing anxiety to bubble up inside of you. You were finally gonna hang out with Ajax, alone. The idea of all of this made your heart flutter, it was finally happening. You'd snuck out of your dorm, down the long, and seemingly endless, corridors towards his room. When you arrived, you knocked softly hoping to not alert anyone around.

The door swung open with haste, Ajax stood there in his casual clothing with a small smile on his face.

"Hey come in," he spoke as he stepped aside letting you enter. He had some quiet music playing in the background, nothing that you recognized though.

"Did you kick Xavier out?" You joke, seeing as though it's just him.

Ajax rubbed the back or his neck, "would you believe me if I said no?"

You laugh softly, "no." You admit. He chuckled softly, not speaking again. He motioned you over to his side of the room, "make yourself at home, I'll go get a joint for us."

You hesitated before slowly walking over to his desk, taking a seat in his desk chair. You could hear him shuffling around, opening and closing drawers before coming back over. He had everything ready to go, he must have prepared ahead of time.

"What, you don't wanna sit with me?" He joked with a smirk before he flopped on his bed.

You felt your cheeks heat up but you nervously laughed, "Buy me dinner first." You threw back. A wide grin spread on his face, one that even the Cheshire cat would be proud of.

"Maybe after." He winked before motioning you over. You comply, standing from your current seat and making your way to his bed, now sitting across from him.

He took the first step, lighting the joint and taking a few shirt puffs before offering it to you. You carefully take it from him, bringing it to your lips and inhaling. The familiar burn filled your lungs as you held the smoke in for a few moments,then allowing yourself to relax before exhaling. You take another hit before handing it back to Ajax. The atmosphere was comfortably silent, the both of you just enjoying each other's presence.

"I'm really glad you wanted to hang out." He admitted before taking another puff.

You glanced over at him, "really? I know I technically didn't ask but I've wanted to hang out. We don't get to just hang out together, usually Heather or Xavier are with us." You ramble looking at your hands.

He chuckled, "you're right," he began, "which is why I'm glad." He explained.

You take another drag before responding, "I never thought you'd want to," you blurt, traces of smoke passing by your lips.

His eyebrows knit together, clearly confused, "why's that?" He questioned curiously.

You weren't sure how to respond, you sat in silence for a moment.

"If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. Just know, whatever it is, you can trust me." He mentions calmly.

Your mind began to swirl with thoughts, you weren't sure if it was the weed finally starting to take effect.

"It's just," you begin, "I've never been good around people, Heather's always been my only friend since we were kids." You explain.

"You've known Heather for that long?" He pressed.

You smile softly, "Yeah, we grew up together, lived in the same city in this wonderfully cold state." You tell him, "it's kinda crazy to think about." You giggle. "But she's been the only friend I've had, once my abilities as a siren began to show most people avoided me. As sirens, I would say we are pretty charismatic but I've never seen myself as that."

Ajax remained quiet as he listened to you.

"Hence why I don't really hang around with the other sirens. I consider myself an outcast among outcasts."

Ajax shook his head, "well, if it makes you feel any better, I'd say you're the better of them." He put the, now finished, blunt in the ashtray, "in fact, I'd say you're the most attractive of them." He admits.

You felt your heart stop, had you heard him right? "W-what?" You stammer looking at him.

He lit another joint, "Yeah, I think you're beautiful " He clarifies before putting the joint between his lips. You look at him, taking in his features, his gorgeous eyes, kissable lips and the few unmissable snakes that would peek out from his beanie. It was a few moments before he noticed you looking at him.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing… I just…" You stammer, "can I kiss you?" You ask, having a sudden burst in confidence. Thank you weed.

He didn't hesitate, he placed the joint in the ashtray before moving it. You scoot closer to him, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You were nervous, and clearly so was he. You decided to just take the leap, closing the distance between the two of you, your lips brushing against each other. Your heart was hammering against your ribs as he pressed his lips now firmly against yours. The kiss was slow, warm, it sent electricity through your body. It was a strange feeling, but not anything you were against. It was clear Ajax was a bit hesitant, you weren't sure if it was nerves or something else, regardless you couldn't help but let out a giggle before pulling away. You could see the faint blush on his cheeks, his eyes slightly glazed over due to the effects of the weed. A dorky smile grew on his face, he didn't speak for a few moments.

"Please tell me we can do that again."

You laugh, "Yeah, I'd like that "

#wednesday imagine #imagines #ajax petropolis x reader #ajax petropolus #ajax petropolus imagine #ajax petropolus imagines #wednesday netflix

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inkybinkyboink · 7 months ago

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marauders weed headcanons bc guess what baybee??? im a free man motherfucker 🙇🏻

let's get it out of the way, peter hogs the joint. im sorry.

normally this like. doesnt bug me all too much but he's too scared to even smoke it

he just holds it and it just burns away

peter you're wasting good weed!!!

james is excellent at re-lighting the joint without a lighter (or magic)

sirius gets really fucking paranoid if it's not the right strain

remus is stoner extraordinaire (i will die on this hill)

sirius is the best at sneaking food from the kitchens when they all get the munchies

their favorite place to smoke is the shrieking shack

though, i reckon they probably plan their excursions bc can you imagine smoking in the shrieking shack and then realizing you're fucking starving but the castle is like all the way back up the hill

i would die

i would crave death

remus does more weed than the other three

it helps with his chronic pain and i wouldnt be surprised if he has some sort of special prescription for it

i know it's the 70s, but im not abt to figure out the specifics

remus and sirius are each others favorite pillows when they're both high

it helps james get to sleep and stay asleep

peter cant take more than like 3 puffs or else he gets weed shakes

the others will help him stay calm and massage spots on his shoulders to help him relax

i can also see them doing this for sirius though id assume sirius wants remus to do it more than the other two

sirius having a really bad high and remus walking him through it, trying to soothe him to sleep so he can sleep it off

remus having a pain flareup and calling it quits at like 6pm, going to hide somewhere in the castle to smoke and not think about how much his hips hurt

dude. listen. stoner room of requirement.

i mean its. the room of requirement. if im a stoner who requires a comfy place to hide out with a comfy couch and good lighting, in theory that should appear.

peter gets the most munchies

james has the craziest thoughts

sirius falls asleep the quickest

remus is the least anxious

god stoner remus actually makes me feel whole as a person

i feel like remus likes being alone when he's high, more than he likes a blunt rotation

god they rlly are the dream blunt rotation

them talking shit while stoned

when remus indubitably goes to live with sirius at 12 grimmauld place they light a joint "for old times sake"

thats a lie, remus never quit, he just wanted to help sirius unwind

remus helping sirius cope with what happened with him getting falsely convicted and sent to azkaban by smoking a joint with him every night on the steps and just talking

not about prison, or what happened, even

just...talking

about anything sirius wants

it helps him re-familiarize himself with the world around him without getting too spooked.

#marauders #the marauders #wolfstar #tw weed #heads up- in this post i write very positively abt weed and cannabis! personally ive had very positive experiences with it and its helped m #manage my own anxiety and struggles. im aware this experience isnt universal! im not trying to promote ppl using weed i just like projectin #my own experiences onto characters that make me feel warm teehee whoopsie #make your own opinions and if we disagree thats cool we can coexist i love you have a nice night

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emma-is-swaggy-and-epic · 2 years ago

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Y'know what, since i've fleshed out my new OCs a bit more i think it's time to explain them more in-detail! Starting with my danganronpa OC: yuriko togami (so needless to say: SPOILERS FOR DANGANRONPA AHEAD!!!)

I have complete character sheets of her as well as my other OCs on arts and OCs amino (my username on there is VixinTrix)

Oh, and also i feel i need to prefice this by saying that the only danganronpa game i've played so far is trigger happy havoc. I've watched a youtube video a long time ago explaining ALL of the lore but i've tried to forget most of it so that it doesn't ruin my experience playing through the games so i may get some stuff about the game's lore wrong with this character, like i'm not sure if byakuya actually DID rebuild the togami corporation or if people just SAY that he did as a joke considering i only ever see people mention it in the comment sections of meme videos....but i mean...either way i guess it doesn't matter considering yuriko's mother CANONICALLY DIED BEFORE SHE COULD EVEN BE CONCIEVED so she's already not following established lore in that regard...

Yuriko (yuri for short) comes from a danganronpa AU where celestia ludenberg never died (how and why that is the case is up for your interpretation) and she eventually got married to byakuya, resulting in them having a daughter....that daughter, of course, being yuri!

Yuri was born as the heiress of the togami corporation, she lived a sheltered life so she never really had any friends aside from a borzoi puppy she got for her 13th birthday. Growing up all people could really see her as when they met her was just the daughter of celeste and byakuya so she felt the need to prove to the world that she was more than that so she took up chess and constantly practiced every chance she could, which eventually earned her the alias of the ultimate chess master

Personality-wise, yuriko comes off as very cold and harsh much like her parents though it's less "i'm so much better than you and i don't think you deserve my respect" but more "i genuinely do not care about anything that's going on and i just want to be left alone" which means she doesn't really emote much, but when she does she looks absolutely unhinged (think omori's battle portraits in omori)

Despite this however, yuri is very gentle and is quick to crack a joke when she needs to...though it's kind of hard to tell considering she always talks in a very monotone voice (my voice claim for her is simGM's portrayal of kourtney kardashian) plus she LOVES dogs more than anything and will sob uncontrollably if she sees a puppy

Due to the stress of being the heiress of the togami corporation and nobody seeming to care about her aside from who her parents are, she took up smoking weed sometime later in life and she became almost dependant on the substance (and yes, while i know smoking is a VERY SERIOUS thing, i feel like i need to mention that i got the idea of making her a stoner because before i actually drew her design, i liked making jokes about her recreating the "420 gucci gang, my mom took my vape" meme and stuff like that and it kinda just stuck)

Also like, a few days after i made her i realized i accidentally just reinvented my little nightmares OC myrtle soooo.....

Though in my defense, myrtle and yuriko MAY look similar and have similar character motivations but I ASSURE YOU THEY'RE TOTALLY DIFFERENT!!! See, myrtle is a pretentious emo brat who takes things way too seriously and her whole story is her trying to fix the universe after she created a dimensional merge with her reality bending powers. YURIKO is a dog-loving stoner who plays chess and simply doesn't give a shit about anything

Also if you think about it, yuriko is pretty much just shaggy from scooby doo....they're both stoners with pet dogs who come from rich families....not only that but considering yuri is a DANGANRONPA OC, that also means she probably solves mysteries....god fucking dammit...

#scheduled #oc: yuriko #tw drug use #artists on tumblr #art #digital art #digital illustration #danganronpa #danganronpa oc #danganronpa fan character #danganronpa fankid #explaining my ocs #oc #ocs #danganronpa spoilers #tw smoking #tw weed #she's less of a celesgami fankid OC and more of a fusion between my little nightmares OC myrtle and shaggy from scooby doo....

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chaoticcat32 · 2 years ago

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Aaaand my third Drider Eddie fic🕷️🕷️

It had been a while since everyone had found out about Eddie. They were all pretty much cool with him now, and most had made their way down into his stomach at some point or another. Though there were also some new people he met after Steve first showed him to all those people.

Take Johnathan and Argyle, for example. He definitely likes them a lot more than he liked the other guy he met. They were nice to him and were always chill. Plus, they, more specifically Argyle, introduced him to one of his new favorite things.

He remembered it vividly.

He was taken to the Byers residence by Will so he could show him this ‘D&D’ thing. Of course Steve had to tag along so he could “supervise”. They walked at night through the woods so that it would be harder for anyone in town to see Eddie. The trio quickly made it to Will’s house, opening the door and hurriedly rushing inside. Joyce was in the living room, greeting them as they came in.

They all said their hellos, Will telling her they’d be in the basement. They walked downstairs, and a wave of a certain skunky smell hit their noses. Both Will and Steve immediately knew what it was, rolling their eyes, but Eddie just wrinkled his nose, wondering what was making the smell.

“Hey, uh Eddie, maybe you shouldn’t-“

But it was too late. Eddie had already made it to the bottom of the stairs and the sight that met him was two guys he’d never seen before and a bunch of smoke in the basement. One of the boys looked to be desperately fanning the smoke out the little window near the ceiling and the other boy was just staring at him.

“Hey look Johnathan, that’s a biiiig spider, man.”

“Argyle, what’re you-“

Johnathan turned from the window, looking at what Argyle was talking about and he screamed, jumping back. Eddie apparently seemed to take the two as a threat and began hissing, baring his fangs and extending his claws. Argyle stepped back a bit, but otherwise seemed unfazed. Johnathan, on the other hand, was as far up the wall as he could go, staring wide-eyed at the Drider and hyperventilating.

“Heyyy, spider dude, it’s fiiine, man we’re not doin’ anything.” Argyle said, stepping forwards.

“Whoa, man. You’re like, a biiiig spider, dude.”

Eddie stopped hissing, tilting his head and looking at the human who was now but a foot in front of him.

“Does this human have no survival skills?”

“No, no he doesn’t, at least not when he’s high.”

Will cut in front of them, trying to get Eddie to see that he wasn’t a threat.

“He’s harmless, they both are. The one in front of you is Argyle, and the guy over there is my brother Johnathan.”

Eddie’s ears relaxed to the side of his head, and he crawled up to Argyle, directly in front of the stoner, looking down at him.

“What’s he doing?” Asked Will.

“I think he’s trying to intimidate him?” Said Steve.

“Whoa, man. I think you need to chiiiill. How’s about some purple palm tree delight?”

Eddie tilted his head, not knowing what the hell this strange human was talking about.

“You are not getting the spider high, Argyle.”

Johnathan seemed to come to his senses and stepped up to Argyle, eyeing Eddie warily.

“Why not, man? He seems like he could use it.”

He pulled a joint out of his pocket and handed it to Eddie, the drider taking it in his hand and looking over it, carefully inspecting the thing. Steve immediately snatched it out of his hand, causing Eddie to whine and try and grab it back.

“Absolutely not.”

Eddie pouted, wanting to know what it was that Steve wouldn’t let him have. He turned to Argyle, seeing if the man had any more. Argyle watched until Steve turned around and pulled out a plastic-wrapped brownie from his pocket.

“This’ll do the trick, man.” He whispered.

Steve, however, was right there and heard what Argyle had said, whipping around to take the second joint. It was not a joint this time though, and by the time Steve realized what it was, it was too late. Eddie had shoved the entire brownie into his mouth, plastic and all.

“Whoa, man. You’re not supposed to eat the whole thing, brochacho.”

Eddie had already swallowed, though, sending the cannabis-filled treat to his stomach. Steve just sat there, gawking at what just went down, now knowing he’d soon have to deal with a high Eddie. Johnathan pulled Argyle aside and scolded him, telling him he should not have given him the edible.

It took a few minutes of anticipation-filled waiting before it started to hit the drider, Eddie beginning to feel weird. He started giggling at everything that was being said, his mind foggy.

“God dammit it’s starting.”

“H-hey, what’d ya mean it’s starting? what’s starting?” The questions were punctuated with giggles.

“How’re you feelin’ big guy?” Asked Steve, looking warily up at Eddie.

“Hehe, I feel gooood, like I’m on a fluffy cloud.”

Then Eddie’s stomach growled.

“Sounds like someone’s got the munchies, man.” Responded Argyle.

“Steeeeve, I’m hungryyyyy!”

Eddie padded over to the man, nuzzling up against him.

“I don’t know what you want me to do about it.“

Eddie nuzzled in further, his face pressed into the crook of Steve’s neck. Then he opened his mouth and placed a long lick on the side of Steve’s throat. Steve immediately jumped back, face going red.

“Eddie! What’re you doing?!”

“Hungry.”

He pressed up against him once more, grabbing the smaller man and placing licks on his face. Steve tried to push him away, but his efforts were futile. Eddie had a strong grip. The licks soon turned into Eddie’s mouth stretching over his whole face, engulfing his head. Will wasn’t really fazed, he’d seen Eddie do this before, but the other two boys certainly hadn’t.

“Whoa, whoa, what the hell is he doing?” Asked Johnathan in a panic.

“It’s fine, he’s done it before.” Said Will

“That’s not a snack, man. I can get you a pizza or somethin’ if you’re that hungry brochacho.”

Eddie ignored everyone else in the room and just continued licking Steve’s face in his mouth, much to the man’s dismay. Eddie sure was taking his time. The spider took his first swallow, sending Steve’s head into his throat, allowing the man’s shoulders and chest to enter his mouth. He licked the exposed skin, purring in delight at the delicious taste. He was more so mouthing and licking at the man then eating him. He chewed softly on him a bit, never once breaking the skin, but enjoying his taste. He gulped for the second time, sending the next section into his esophagus, and more of the man into his mouth. Steve tried to wriggle farther in, wanting to speed up the process since Eddie was evidently taking his sweet time. The warm, wet muscles were slick, but still had a strong hold on the man, keeping him in place. He took another lazy swallow, now only Steve’s legs were sticking out of him. He kicked over them, taking in the flavor and gently mouthing those as well. Steve could feel saliva trailing down his legs, shivering a bit at the odd sensation. Eddie swallowed down the fist half of his legs, and Steve’s head popped into the stomach. It was weird to feel most of his body inside of Eddie’s, but still feel part of it outside. He felt as the drider’s hands met his feet, working to pull off his shoes. Eddie swallowed again, pulling Steve entirely into his mouth, lips closing around his feet. He licked over the last bit of the man, humming and pushing the feet to the entrance to his throat with his tongue. Steve twitched, the feeling of the tongue on his feet tickling a bit. Eddie gulped one last time, sending the rest of him into his stomach, the smaller man curling up inside. Eddie’s purr deepened, eyes closing in bliss.

“What the hell did I just watch?” Asked Johnathan. “I’m having a bad trip, aren’t I, Argyle?”

“Nah, man that spider dude totally just munched that other dude. That was Narly.”

“I told you, they’ve done it before. Steve is fine.” Will said again, bored.

“I was going to show him my D&D stuff, but you guys got him high.”

“Hey, don’t look at me, that was all Argyle.”

“He looked like he needed to chill, man.”

“What even is he? Is the spider part really there, or am I just hallucinating?”

“No, he’s half spider. Steve found him in the woods, but we don’t really know exactly what he is. His name is Eddie, by the way.”

“Half tarantula, I’m a tarantula. I’m not a spider.”

He pouted a bit, crawling over to the giant beanbag in the corner and curling up on it.

“Tarantula, whatever.” Will said, rolling his eyes.

“Hey. I’ll eat you too, punk.” He said, lifting his head a bit.

“Ohh nooo, please don’t.” He said sarcastically.

Eddie looked at him, eyes narrowed.

“You’re lucky I’m full.”

Eddie was high for hours, eventually going to sleep for the night, taking up the whole giant beanbag. He only sobered up in the morning, spitting Steve out and they both headed home. Needless to say, Eddie decided he liked Argyle and Johnathan.

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Eddie didn’t like baths. He hated getting in the water, and a bath meant water. For that reason, he tried his best to keep clean, avoiding the mud, trying not to eat messily. But sometimes, trying to keep clean wasn’t enough.

“When’s the last time you took a bath, dude?”

Eddie froze. He was hanging out with Steve in his house, just the two of them, when the other man spoke that sentence.

“Uhh…”

“You kinda smell, Eddie. Not trying to be mean or anything, but I think you need a shower.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?”

“I-I wouldn’t fit.”

“We have a really big tub in the master bedroom, I bet you’d fit in it. Is that why you don’t take baths?”

“No, I hate the water.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Come on, we’re getting you a bath right now.”

“No Steve! I really don’t like getting wet! Plus it’s hard to wash my whole body…”

“It’s fine, okay? I’ll help you wash, too. I’ll be there the whole time if you want.”

“But I’ll be naked.”

Steve gave him a look.

“You’re naked all the time, dude. I’ve seen you without a shirt on, and that’s all you wear.”

Eddie looked down, not knowing what to say to that. He’d been defeated.

“Come on, I’ll make sure the water’s really warm, okay?”

“Okaaaayy.” He said, pouting.

He reluctantly followed Steve into the master bathroom, and he had to admit, that was a pretty large bathtub. He’d definitely fit inside, much to his dismay. Steve filled it up, repeatedly holding his hand underneath it so he could check the temperature.

“Is this good?”

Eddie put his hand in, pulling it out soon after.

“A little warmer.”

Steve turned the knob to the hotter side, letting it fill the rest of the tub. It didn’t take nearly enough time to fill, in Eddie’s opinion. When the water was about eight inches from the top, Steve turned off the water, letting it calm down.

“Alright, time for you to get in, big guy.”

Eddie grumbled a bit, tentatively putting one leg at a time into the warm water until his body was fully inside. He sunk down, letting the water rise to cover his abdomen. He crossed his arms, pouting a bit as he sat completely still. Steve rolled his eyes.

“So you’re gonna make me do this whole thing, huh?”

Eddie was silent.

Steve sighed, grabbing the shampoo and emptying a bit into his hands. He sat on the side of the tub, reaching up to put the shampoo into his hair. He used both his hands, scratching Eddie’s scalp as he lathered his curls. The white foam filled his hair, covering Steve’s hands as well. Eddie closed his eyes. He didn’t remember it ever feeling this good when Wayne helped him. Granted, Wayne hadn’t washed his hair since he was six, him insisting he do it himself afterward, but still. It didn’t feel as good when he did it, either. He started to purr, his eyes still closed in bliss.

Steve laughed. “Thought you didn’t like baths.”

Eddie playfully nipped at his arm, not really biting him at all. Steve then picked up a cup, filling it with water and blocking Eddie’s face with his other hand as he poured it over him to rinse out his hair. It took a few cupfulls, the shampoo gradually leaving his curls. Steve then picked up the conditioner, putting that in his hands and smoothing it into the drider’s hair. Not lathering it this time, but still making sure it was fully in his hair.

“I thought you already washed my hair.”

“I did, this is to make it more smooth and less tangly.”

Eddie snorted, laughing at how particular Steve was with hair, but he wasn’t complaining. Steve unfortunately made Eddie wash his own upper body, staring at his fuzzy spider half.

“Sooo, do I use soap or shampoo to wash your spider half…”

Eddie just shrugged. He had no idea either. Steve opted for the soap, figuring it wouldn’t do any harm and it’d still get him clean.

“You start on your front legs and those weird little things you have in front of your body and I’ll do your back legs and abdomen.”

“They’re called pedipalps.” He said, offended.

“Whatever, just wash them.”

“Fine.”

They both got to work, Eddie taking some soap in his hands and starting on his pedipalps. Steve lathered his abdomen, spreading the soap across the wide area. He made sure to get every spot, scratching the soft hairs and skin underneath. He then got to a certain spot, the junction where his human half met his abdomen and when he scratched it, Eddie nearly went limp. His whole body froze, then relaxed even more than it had been before, his eyelids blinking slowly and he started purring like a car engine.

“You okay Eddie?”

“Y-yeah, that just felt… really good.”

“Huh. Noted.”

Steve continued spreading the soap all over him, and when he was done lathering, he gently pushed Eddie’s body into the water. By the time Eddie was done with what he could reach, Steve only had his back two legs left to do, and he finished them quickly, careful not to nick himself on the little claws on his feet.

When they were done, Steve lifted the drain on the bath and Eddie stepped out. There were towels laid across the ground to soak up the water. He took a few more towels, using one to dry his legs and another for his abdomen, plus one more for his hair. Then he got out the hair dryer. He plugged it in the wall, turning it on and facing it towards Eddie. He jumped back.

“What the hell is that?”

He eyed the little machine suspiciously, looking at it with disdain. He growled at it, not liking that it was loud.

“Hey, it’s just a hair dryer, it’s fine, see?”

Steve pointed it at himself, the hot air blowing his hair back. Eddie looked, wide eyed and jumped forward to grab it, but then realized it wasn’t hurting him so he just stared at it.

“See? It’s okay. It’s just to dry you off better. I’m gonna use it on your legs and abdomen, okay?”

“Okay.”

Steve gently took one of his legs and turned the blow dryer around, the hot air flowing over it. Eddie’s eyes widened, looking at what was happening to his leg. It felt nice, the warmth spreading through his leg as Steve handled it gently. When he moved onto the next leg, he couldn’t help but notice how fluffed up the previous leg was. He gently put his hand on it, feeling the soft hairs. As Steve continued, going from leg to leg, each one he finished was just as fluffy as the last. Next, he moved onto his abdomen, starting where his torso met his spider half and working his way back. He got that limp feeling again, and began purring hard, melting into the feeling. Steve just chuckled and continued blow-drying him, petting softly at the newly-fluffy fur. Eventually, he finished, and Eddie’s spider half was little more than a huge ball of fluff.

“What about my hair?” Asked Eddie curiously.

“Well, we should brush it first before we dry it.”

“Brush it?” Eddie tilted his head.

“You-you’ve never had your hair brushed?”

“No…”

Steve opened his bathroom drawer, pulling out a long stick that was thicker on top and had little things sticking out of it.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a hairbrush.”

Steve walked over to him, climbing up on top of his fluffy abdomen, taking the ends of his hair in his hands. He put the brush into it, trying to gently bring the bristles through it. He made sure he grabbed the hair in his hand, brushing the ends so that Eddie wouldn’t feel it. It took a while, but eventually all the ends of the curls were tangle-free. Now for the hard part. He wouldn’t be able to make this part painless, so he wanted to get it over with as fast as possible. He put the brush in, pulling it down and through the tangles, the bristles getting caught more than once.

“Oww, Steve, that hurts!”

“I know, but you need your hair brushed, okay?”

“But whyyy?”

“Because it’s so tangly and knotty! It’ll feel so much better when it’s brushed out.”

Steve continued brushing, all the knots and tangles making the process long and difficult. Many shouts and groans and hisses punctuated the process, Eddie crying at the pain. Steve tried to go easily, making the process as painless as he possibly could. He winced every time there was a snag, every time Eddie cried out, every time he flinched. But eventually, all the knots came free, all the tangles were brushed out, and his hair was smooth. Steve continued brushing, making sure all of them were out. Eddie liked the feeling now, it didn’t hurt anymore and the feeling of the brush against his head was amazing. He began to purr once more, Steve gently running his hands and the brush through this hair. After Steve was done and pulled the hairbrush away from his head, Eddie whined, wanting more.

“That’s it, hair’s all brushed.”

Eddie grumbled a bit but followed Steve out of the bathroom and over to the living room. Eddie hopped on the couch as Steve turned on a movie, laying next to him, leaning up against him. Eddie felt the warmth of Steve on his body, closing his eyes, sleepy from the day’s events. They both eventually fell asleep like that, unable to even finish the movie.

#eddie munson #safe vore #soft vore #steve harrington #stranger things vore #stranger things #steddie #drider #argyle #johnathan byers

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saucedxlls · 4 months ago

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weird show dynamic i thought of

this is a main character, it's clear that the show wants you to like this character, but because of alotta factors they're near the bottom on the list of likable characters, some people don't like them because they cause most of the problems in the show, others don't like them because compared to almost every other person in the show they don't have that much lore or depth, but most people don't like them because they aren't that likable as a person.

this is a side character that doesn't show up often, it's pretty clear that the show doesn't know what to do with this character and the only reason this character even has a backstory is because the show noticed the amount of fans for them specifically, they don't appear in that many episodes and when they do they don't really add anything to the plot.

this is also a main character with the kid they took under their wind, C's a really good dad but the kid is obnoxious, spoiled, and doesn't respect C in the sense of basic human respect let alone the respect a child normally gives to their good and well-meaning parent, also if the problem of the episode isn't caused by the main character A, then it's caused by C's kid, the phenomenon of "tumblr sexy man" has effected C, he has daddy issues and is a loving father, to the internet, what more can you ask for from a man?

these are the villains, the first is the weak and smart one, the second is the strong and dumb one, the third is the hot one and the forth is the one that looks the most intimidating but really acts like a child and loves caprisuns, what can i say, they're a minor inconvenience at best and compared to A they are much more likable, also, as the internet does, there are an ungodly amount of simps for every last one of them, same with ship art.

this is evil little gremlin character and you will give him the respect he deserves, he goes to A's wedding and spills red wine on his white tuxedo and the fans applaud him, he throws open cans of beans at passers by and the only concern is the waste of food.

conservative media would have you believe that if you started watching this show you'd be bombarded by gay jokes, references, and quote "a brainwashing agenda" when in reality the fact they're gay and/or trans isn't even revealed until halfway through the show and is brought up exactly 2 times after that.

this is the two friends that need each other, not in the romantic "i need you darling" way but more like "please don't leave me nobody else likes me i need you" way, only S exists in this show with the single purpose of giving advice and the other one is only there to annoy S.

this is the really tall quiet killer character, their actual appearance looks like it's from the trevor henderson wiki but kinda like long horse they don't want to harm you and really are there to warn you of something, they try their absolute best to protect the rest of the cast because in their eyes they're like tiny baby kittens that don't know what they're doing.

these are the other parent and kid duo, imagine tape 18 from the anatomy tapes combine with the concept of a peaceful Gabriel (not from the bible from mandela catalog) to make a loving parent, and the kid, is really, really silly, they keep bragging about starting first grade and make alotta dad jokes.

the feral animal, they don't have intrusive thought, they are the intrusive thoughts.

this is the stoner character, kinda like shaggy, it's never explicitly said in the show but it's pretty safe to assume that they've smoked weed before, but other than that they're a pretty nice person and don't have that much depth but it doesn't really effect the character.

this is the couple, the woman's in a high position job and is obsessed with fashion and make-up, and then the guy wears the same jeans for 5 days in a row and used to work as a cashier or something, TL;DR the embodiment of the phase "she's everything and he's just ken".

this is the wolf, he's not violent, he's pried out all his teeth to prove this, he's nice. this is the little girl, she was the one that took all the teeth the wolf pulled out to make sure no other being would ever hurt her again.

this is the fancy one, the fancist fancyton fancealita fancero fancy-nancy fanceophila fancocholas fancy one, they're so damn extra that if they were in space they would use telekinesis to make their hair and clothes move in the quote "wind".

this is your one friend, either named kyle or connor, he chugs redbull and monster energy, wears clothing suitable for july in january, only has musty tanktops and over-sized band T-shirts that he will never listen to, but instead of punching drywall, he respects women's privacy, you've never seen him mad in the 5 years you've known him and this is honestly more concerning now, he also texts like it's 2008, owns the sames shades since 1999 and has a collection of hats/caps.

this is the person in your friend group that goes to raves and dresses like a 2014 tumblr scene queen (not the artist) pinterest mood board, it's never said or shown in the show but it's safe to assume they have done weed and/or other drugs, they also have a scene queen (the artist) merch, hair extension, and kandi collection.

they serve absolutely no purpose, they have no backstory, no lore, nothing even close to an interesting trait, no favorite anything, no personality and they contribute literally nothing to the episode they're in, the season they appear in the most and they contribute -0 to the entire show, and yet they're still a main character and have to come with everyone else on every adventure, everyone else has an elaborate outfit specific to them, this character? the same hoodie and sweats.

#story concept #original character #art #character dynamics #bored rn #doodles #idk what else to tag

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papercuts33 · 1 year ago

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i kind of miss summer, i miss the salt droplets that clung to my hair and the summer-y blush that tinted my pale skin but i don't miss it either-- i miss dancing in the warm summer rain, grasping my friends hands in mine and i miss the fireworks that used to shoot up into the sky at ten at night when we'd sit on picnic blankets, snuggled on each other's shoulders and cozy with love

i graduate in three years and i still don't know what i'm doing or where i'm going, i'm scared i might turn out a broken stoner-- i'll turn out an alcoholic that fell face first into a pile of hell, and you won't want me anymore-- maybe i'll change my voicemail to 'so long, goodbye, i'm signing off.' maybe i won't be around much longer

next summer could turn out worse than ever, what if last summer was the last time i'd ever get to have fun? what if we all turn out to be stoners-- sit on the warm sand of the beach, lighting blunts with stolen lighters and laughing over the death of our friends-- graduated eighteen years young, the day i was born i learned how to grow up

i'll miss you, i'll miss you-- enjoy your time with me before i go wrong, graduating soon with a cap on my head until i show up to my ceremony stoned out of my mind with pain sparkling inside my eyes; would any of you save me from that? they found him dead in the parking lot, i could've saved him, he was my best friend--

kneeling over the casket, tears in my eyes when i didn't get to say goodbye but my lips have a smile since i'm still high-- eighteen years young, i've had my fun, so i wouldn't trade it for anything

last summer, the time of my life-- this summer, live or die. watching the clouds float by in a pastel sky, running across the beach with bare feet and life so sweet. two years ago, i knew how to say no to what would be the poison in my veins but next year i might think that being high is okay

maybe next year i'll find a dealer, i'll hit a vape against my lips, even when i don't want to-- i'll feel so sick, and i'll remember summer used to be such a hit and i couldn't get rid of the happiness of it-- yeah, i wonder what it feels like to smoke and get high but i'm scared to try, i'll read these messages and never reply, maybe you'll think i died

do you still want me around? we can twirl again joyful in white dresses, my faint memories are still within and i'll never make peace with them-- educated, graduated and listened to them as they fought

life goes on, it goes on-- and the people you once knew, they're all gone, rest in peace tattooed on my wrist since all those i knew stoned and smoked their way through-- miss the innocence of summertime, when i knew we'd all live through, and now i don't know what i’m going to do

#deep thoughts #jae rambles #machine gun kelly #talking #ramblings #sad #summer

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myaheartsmarkie · 3 years ago

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word count: 8.9k

synopsis: johnny has been a very loyal customer of yuta’s, he’s been supplying him with weed since the first time johnny smoked. yuta had never met his roommate though, every time he came over to smoke you were always else where. after one smoke session, yuta becomes more than just your roommate’s dealer...

warning(s): 18+ only!! pls, minors dni!! pwp, some fluff if u squint lol, small angst, smut smut smut!!, lots of teasing, so much dialogue, sexual tension!!, cursing, jealous yuta!, cross faded (weed + alcohol consumption) drug intoxication (just weed, none of that crazy shit lmao), unprotected sex (wrap it up ya nasties), fingering, oral (m + f receiving!), light breath play!, face fucking, thigh slapping (just a bit!!), pet names (princess, baby, etc..) drug dealer! stoner! dom! yuta, sub! stoner! fem! reader, bsf/roomie! johnny! ( mark, haechan, and lucas appear in tiny supporting roles!! ) lmk if i missed anything please & ty !!

note from mya: yall...so this is the longest one-shot i’ve ever written but i actually enjoyed writing it...but it did take a while. props to those of y’all that write these all the time bcus...whew! and ofc this isn’t revised bcus fuck that shit. this was written for this series btw! reblog, like, and feedback is greatly appreciated, enjoy!!

inspo: “dreams, fairy tales, fantasies” by asap ferg x brent faiyaz

“i’m never getting drunk again” johnny slurred, his fingers massaging his temples.

you giggled looking at the boy, fiddling with the spoon in your cereal.

“you say that every time you get a hangover john” you tell him, earning a glare from him.

“fuck you” he tells you, throwing a pillow your way.

“i love you too, bestie” you stick your tongue out at your best friend.

getting up to put your bowl in the sink. you hum to yourself while washing the bowl. sitting the bowl and spoon in the dish rack. you dry your hands and make your way back to the living room. picking up your backpack and keys you walk to the front door. johnny pouts, waving bye to you.

“why do you have to go to class so early?” he asks, pout evident in his voice.

“i ask myself that every morning” you laugh, slipping on your shoes.

“who’s gonna take care of me now?!” he dramatically falls backwards, letting out a loud sigh.

“there’s advil in my medicine cabinet, drink water and make sure you eat ok?” you remind the boy. he gives a thumbs up in response.

closing the door behind yourself you make your way to the parking garage.

—

you found an empty table in the cafeteria, sitting your belongings down. once settled you pull out your phone and open instagram. clicking through the stories absentmindedly. one particular story catches your attention. you make a face at the boys recent story. it’s a selfie of him and a few other boys you don’t know. you take notice of the many alcohol bottles and red cups scattered behind them. this was probably from last night’s ‘grand frat party’. thrown by none other than the one and only jung jaehyun. who just so happens to also be your douchebag of an ex. you tap the screen, skipping to the next story.

[ party this friday! @ the NCT Frat House! ]

the deadpan expression on your face said it all. with a roll of your eyes, you put your phone back in your pocket.

—

you sighed as you walked towards your apartment, taking a hit from your pink juul. all you wanted to do was get high and take a nap. that exam for Prof. Yeong’s class was a bitch. punching in the pass code to your door you walked in, announcing your arrival. after slipping your shoes off you count the pairs, seeing two extras. you look up and find two unfamiliar men sitting on the couch. your eyebrows crinkle in confusion. the awkward air was so thick you could cut it.

“oh yn, you’re home!” johnny smiled, a pack of woods in hand.

you point to the men on the couch and johnny answers your silent question.

“yn, this is lucas and yuta. guys, this is yn” the two nod.

lucas wore a white shirt and black jeans. his muscles were quite evident. yuta was dressed in a gray sweatsuit, a wax pen in his left hand. you took notice of the many piercings and pieces of jewelry he wore. lucas wore a grin overlooking your appearance. suddenly you felt like your skirt was too short under his gaze.

yuta on the other hand didn’t change his face one bit. he barely made eye contact and when he did it was only for a second. you found it weird but brushed it off. saying bye you start making your way to your room.

“oh, we were about to roll up right now..if you wanna take some hits” johnny calls out to you.

you ponder on it, and nod your head.

“just lemme go change” you give your roommate a small smile before turning around.

after he heard your room door shut, Lucas turned to johnny.

“dude, why didn’t you ever tell us your roommate was so fine” lucas whisper shouted, not wanting you to overhear. johnny just laughs with a shake of his head.

“she had a boyfriend when we moved in together, they barely broke up like 4 months ago” your roommate replies. “so what i'm hearing..is she's on the market” lucas says slyly.

“you’re such a dog” yuta comments, taking a hit of his waxpen.

lucas fakes a pout nudging yuta’s shoulder with his own.

“your words scar me deeply, buddy” lucas says, cuddling into yuta’s side. yuta pulls an annoyed face and pushes the bigger man away from him.

“fuck off lucas” lucas laughs loudly, giving yuta his personal space back.

you walk back out of your room. now dressed in some sweats and one of johnny's hoodies you claimed as your own. you sit on the other side of johnny. he smiles at the oversized hoodie of his and continues working on the blunt.

“who brought it?” you ask, wondering what kind of weed it is.

johnny nods towards to yuta. your eyes follow.

“you did?” you point at the boy, he looks at you and nods.

“yn’s a picky little shit about what she smokes” johnny says aloud.

yuta nods in understanding, while lucas laughs at this.

“when you're that pretty, you deserve to be picky” he says, looking at you intently.

you purse your lips at his statement. not knowing what to say. instead you blush slightly and move your eyes back to johnny.

“she prefers sativa over everything else” johnny tells yuta.

“there’s no way, have you not smoked any of my shit?” the slim boy asks you.

you shake your head no.

“johnny’s selfish” you pout, leaning your head on his shoulder.

the statement earns a laugh from johnny and yuta.

“well today’s gonna change your life” yuta says cockily.

“im gonna hold you to that!” you tell him, pointing your index finger in his direction.

biting back the urge to smile at your cuteness he laughs with a nod and turns his attention elsewhere.

a few moments later johnny announces he’s finished and excitement runs through your veins.

“you want first hit?” johnny asks you, you nod excitedly.

with a ruffle of your hair he passed you the blunt and a lighter. bringing the blunt in between your lips you spark it. inhaling a few puffs your eyes go wide. swallowing the smoke you blow it out with a smile.

“holy fuck” you say, looking at yuta.

he shrugs his shoulders with an expression that says ‘i told you so’.

“this is some good shit” you compliment his stash.

bringing the blunt to your lips again you take another hit, savoring the feeling of the smoke hitting the back of your throat. passing it to yuta, you smile at him. he lets out a small laugh at your actions. sitting back into the couch he takes a few hits himself.

“you like it, huh?” johnny asks you, and you look at him with a wide smile. he laughs ruffling your hair again. you pout and push his hand away.

“stop it, im not a kid” you tell johnny, to which he only smiles at.

letting your hair down from the hair tie you run your hands through it. putting the hair tie in your mouth you attempt to fix what johnny ruined. yuta’s eyes follow your movement with heavy eyes. pulling your hair back, you twist it and put it back in a ponytail. yuta feels a rush of excitement flow through him.

“here” johnny tells you absentmindedly. you grab the blunt from his hand.

“lucas, when’s the next frat party?” johnny asks.

“tomorrow actually, you guys coming? ” johnny looks over at you.

you blew out the smoke and sucked it right back in just to push it out through your nose. you smile at yourself, not even realizing all the eyes on you. once you do, you start to giggle.

“what are you guys looking at?” you laugh, leaning towards johnny.

“we’ve been smoking together since we graduated high school and she’s still a lightweight,” johnny shakes his head.

“not funny, suh” you glare at your bestie.

“I'm sorry, but it’s true. look at you right now” he retorts.

“yeah yeah, whatever” you stick your tongue out at him, continuing to get higher.

after a few more hits you pass it to yuta. when he grabs it, his fingers purposely brush over your own. you tilt your head at the action. eyes following his movements as he brings the blunt up to his lips and connects his eyes with yours. you look at each other for a while before yuta motions towards the lighter in your hand. paying no mind to his open hand, you move closer and spark the blunt for him yourself. he smirks and sinks back into the couch.

“gross” johnny says, standing up.

“lucas come help me get some snacks and drinks.” the taller boy nods and follows suite.

meanwhile, you soak up yuta’s looks. his long black hair messy from his hand running through it so many times. his now sunken in red eyes, the silver eyebrow piercing glistening prettily in the light. you tilt your head, eyes moving lower. his perfect nose, pretty lips and sharp jawline. this boy was fine as hell. the question that kept running through your mind was why have you never met him? even though you are a ‘keep to myself’ typa person you haven’t even seen him around campus. thoughts overflowing your brain you didn’t even realize that you were still staring and he was talking to you.

“yn? hello?” yuta says, waving his hand in front of your face.

you blink twice, now sitting up straight.

“yeah? sorry, i was daydreaming” you sheepishly admit.

the boy laughs, passing the blunt back to you. to which you happily accept, needing a reason not to talk anymore.

“all good, were you daydreaming about me?” he asks boldly, staring right at you.

when you look back at him your nerves go crazy.

“hm? what? of course not!” you defend yourself.

yuta laughs and scoots closer to where you’re seated on the floor.

“you’re cute when you’re flustered” he taunts you, patting your head like a child.

you blink, not fully registering what’s happening right now. up close he’s way prettier. his cologne fills your nose, and his gold chain comes into view. you take another hit of the blunt not knowing how to reply. when your lips part to blow the smoke out he grabs your face. looking at him with wide eyes, crinkling your eyebrows in confusion.

“shotgun me” he says in a low dominant tone.

you don’t know why, but you listen. sitting up on your knees you tilt your head. lips only mere centimeters from each other. you blow the smoke into his mouth and he sucks it in, eyes never leaving yours. the overwhelming feeling of being this close to someone this attractive has you going weak in the knees. grabbing onto his thighs for support you let out a small sigh, looking down to the ground. you hear a low chuckle come from his mouth. looking back up, his face is now closer than before. he takes in your features, tugging his bottom lip with his teeth.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, staring at your lips.

you struggle to find words, your throat is all dried up. so instead of using your words you showed him. crashing your lips onto his, you could taste the smoke on his lips. moaning into his mouth at the taste. his hands crawled up your body. starting at your hips, they made their way up your back and under your shirt. you snapped back to reality when the coldness of his rings touched you. pulling back you catch your breath, taking his hands into your own.

“we can’t do this here,” you whispered, still a bit out of breath.

“and you’re my roommates dealer!! i can’t be with you” you quietly shouted, not wanting the two in the kitchen to overhear.

“who gives a shit, yn” yuta said, almost like it was common sense. he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“i want you, you want me” he stated, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“so who’s to say we can’t have what we want? we’re fucking grown” the seriousness was evident in his voice.

“we just met, i don’t want you. i-it’s just the weed” you said sternly, pushing his hands away. turning away from the boy with a huff, crossing your arms over your chest. he chuckles at your childish antics. pinching your cheek, cooing at your cuteness.

“sure doll, whatever you say.” he taunts you with his words.

“you know if you were sober you’d still want this” turning your face to his with a finger under your chin.

you stare back at him, not letting his gaze intimidate you. with a small smile you got closer to his face. close enough that you could feel his breath fanning over your features, but far enough to not be touching him.

“oh, are you tryna show me you're a big girl right now?” he teased, adjusting himself in his seat.

a playful smirk shown on his face, obviously enjoying this little game.

“it’s just my high that’s making you fine” you tell him, earning a laugh.

“you think i’m fine?” he asked, giving you a look. rolling your eyes, you turn away from him again. finding your seat again you sat cross-legged.

johnny and lucas make their way out of the kitchen and back to their respective seats. Johnny hands you your drink and mimics your seated position. your head naturally falls back to his shoulder.

“awe man, fuck you two! they smoked the rest” lucas whines. you laugh at the annoyed look on his face. you were slowly coming down from your high as your eyes fluttered shut, sleep overcoming your senses.

—

you could barely keep your eyes open in this damn class, wanting so badly to take a hit of your pen in your pocket. today was a lazy day for you, dressed in a comfortable velour sweatsuit and your favorite pair of sneakers. you didn’t bother to do anything special to your hair either. it was out of your face, held back by a pretty pink butterfly clip. you didn’t understand why statistics was a mandatory class and you were a photography major. make it make sense. just as you were about to excuse yourself from your seat and go home, a familiar figure saunters into the big classroom. his silky black hair bouncing with every step. he scans the room as if he’s looking for someone. once his eyes connect with yours a playful grin spreads across his face. making his way up to where you were sitting, he invites himself to the unoccupied one next to you.

“come here often?” he asks you, his pretty smile coming into view.

you let out a quiet chuckle, shaking your head.

“what are you doing here?” you ask him, never having seen him here before.

“im in class what does it look like im doing” he tells you, sarcasm dripping from every word.

“it’s the second semester and i’ve never seen you here once” you eyed him suspiciously.

“just enjoy and appreciate my presence, doll” he throws a wink your way, sliding down in his seat. moving his arm to rest on the back of your chair. his fingers dance on your shoulder, rubbing at the material of your jacket. you pick up your pen, scribbling down whatever information seemed resourceful. paying no mind to the many eyes that were on you, eyeing the chemistry between you and the infamous man seated next to you. casually his fingers grow greedier, moving from your shoulder to your arm and eventually further down. his hand now rests on your hip, toying with the waistband of your sweatpants. you look at him, your eyes telling him don’t get any ideas. he feigns innocence, looking at you as if he’s not mere inches away from your heat. sliding his hand down your thigh and back up his fingers briefly touch your heat. you throw a glare his way, grabbing his hand in yours.

“stop it, i’m trying to focus.” you quietly shout at the man. he only laughs at you, cooing about how cute he thinks you are.

“im serious, yuta! can you please just behave” you ask him with pleading eyes. you didn’t want any attention on you. you hated it. you hated when people look at you for too long, when their eyes judge you, or when you cause a scene and everybody's watching your every move.

something clicks in yuta when you tell him to behave though. something he didn’t like. he didn’t want you telling him to behave. fuck that shit. he tells you to behave. he tells you to be a good girl for himand take his fingers thrusting in and out of your heat no matter where you guys are. and you better be fucking quiet about it too. all you’re supposed to do is shut up and listen to him. you don’t give commands, telling him what to do and what not to do. fuck that, fuck that. his dick twitches in his jeans when he thinks of teasing you in public and you acting like nothing is happening underneath the table. he thinks of all the things he can do to you. all the things he wants to do to you. shoving his dick down your throat, making you gag around his length. tears brimming your eyes as he overstimulates you as much as he wants. he swallows a groan that wishes to escape from his throat.

his eyes overlook your appearance, god you’re so pretty. he thinks to himself. watching as you push your glasses back up on your face. a few stray hairs falling in your face as your head hangs low, writing intently in your notebook. why hadn’t he introduced himself earlier? why wait so long? where the fuck have you been his whole life?

he bites his lip as he watches your tongue poke out of your mouth, wetting your lips. you didn’t do it with sexual intent, but it still made him twitch. he wanted you so bad. if he could, he would have you bent over this desk right here, drilling you from the back. making you take his whole length, fucking you into oblivion. fucking you till you couldn’t walk properly. god, that would be a sight. you stumbling out of his bed to go pee after he rearranged your guts. thinking about how cute you would look, struggling to stand because of how hard he fucked you. he smiles absentmidnely at the thought.

“knock knock, anyone home?” you softly knock on his forehead, trying to grab his attention.

the man shakes his head, finally brought back down to earth.

“yeah? what’s up?” he’s mildly out of breath, trying to recollect himself from his nasty fantasies.

“do you wanna grab lunch with me?” you ask, standing up and collecting your belongings.

“yeah, sure! what are you in the mood for?” he mimics your actions, slinging your backpack over his shoulder for you. you thank him with a smile, following behind him as he leads the way out.

“i’m not sure actually, maybe burgers? kinda want some grease” you sheepishly admit. to this he smiles at, liking your honesty.

“ok, let’s go then” he puts his hand out for you to grab. you happily oblige, intertwining your fingers.

—

john <3: babe do you want leftovers or for me to make you something fresh?

you eye the text message from your best friend. you know yuta sees it too. wiping your hands with a napkin before picking up your phone.

you: oh, im eating right now actually. so you dnt have to worry!!

john <3: hm? really? you usually come home and eat my food tho :(

john <3: who are you and where’s yn!! >:(

you let out a small laugh at his message. yuta knows he shouldn’t be jealous, but he is. the pet name and the fact that he’s not the center of your attention making his emotions go crazy.

you: you can still make me dinner :P

john <3: tonight’s the frat party dummy, but if ur not going then i’ll make u sumn to warm up.

you: oh yeah huh..damn

you: i have a test on monday :/ so i was supposed to study.

john <3: k, then i’ll make u sumn quick. it’ll be in the fridge for you, ok?

you: kk! bye, love u.

you sit your phone back down and look at the pouting boy in front of you.

“what’s the matter?” you ask, fighting the urge to pinch his cheeks.

“johnny” he says.

“johnny?” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“what do you mean? what about johnny?” you tilt your head out of confusion.

“how come he calls you that” yuta pouts, reaching for you hand.

“what, babe? he always does” you tell the man in front of you.

“he calls me dummy, idiot, honey, babe..ma-”

“ok ok, i get it” yuta cuts your sentence short. he lets go of your hand and folds them over his chest. why does johnny get to call you all those names? deep down he knows that it’s because you guys have been acquainted for a long time so it’s only natural. —but that’s not the point right now. he doesn’t want logic, he wants to be jealous because that’s how he feels. you laugh and reach for his hands again but he doesn’t let you.

“yuta come on, stop being petty.” you pout at the boy, he glances at you but remains unwavered. your eyebrows crinkle at his reaction, not understanding why he was being so petty. you stand and sit beside the man, wanting to get closer.

“yuta” you softly call out to him, dragging the last letter out.

raising your hand to glide across his arm, leaving goosebumps on his skin. you dip down to his neck, breath hot on his skin. he sucks in a breath. ‘keep your composure, don’t be a wimp’ he tells himself. you leave a small kiss on the back of his neck, right under his ear. poking your tongue out to kitten lick him jokingly. you giggle, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“don’t be mad at me, please” you pout, looking at him with your pretty eyes.

he sighs, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“fucking hate you” he mumbles into your hair.

“mm sure you do” you whisper, smiling up at him.

—

yuta pulls up to your apartment, putting the car in park.

“thanks for the ride” you tell him, sending a small smile his way.

he returns the action, telling you it was nothing.

“i’ll see you tonight then?” he asks, referring to the party.

“actually not sure, i have a test to study for—on Monday” you say, unbuckling your seatbelt.

you don’t miss the disappointed look that washes over his features.

“you can study on the weekend though, i’ll even help you” he offers to help you, trying to get you to come to the party.

part of you wants to go, but you know you’re gonna see him. it’s a party thrown by his fucking fraternity. of course he’s gonna be in attendance, you can’t imagine seeing him. all those emotions and memories flooding to the forefront of your mind. no, fuck that. you didn’t wanna see how good he looked, or how well he’s been holding up without you. you’d rather gouge your eyes out with a pen. god you wished you weren’t so weak sometimes. you knew you had developing feelings for yuta, there’s no denying that. but jaehyhun was your everything at one point in time. he was the only one you seen, you gave him your everything for 2 and a half fucking years. so there’s no surprise as to why you still had lingering feelings for the said male. you wanted so badly to go with yuta though, to show him that he wasn’t the only person capable of moving on. the only difference being you’re not just sleeping with anyone — you genuinely liked yuta and could see yourself and him having a future. bringing yourself out of your thoughts you direct your eyes to the male in the driver seat. he looks effortlessly ethereal, the sun shining on his honey skin. illuminating his brown pupils, you smile at him.

“you’re so handsome” you blurt out. your comment makes yuta smile.

“stop, im blushing” you both laugh.

leaning in to plant a chaste kiss to your temple, he smiles down at you.

“if you come tonight, i’d be beyond thrilled,” he caresses your face, pushing the stray hairs out of your face.

“—if you choose to not come, that's fine too. it’s your choice, baby” he tells you, showing that stupidly cute smile of his. you nod in understanding, kissing his cheek. you go to open the door. stepping out and grabbing your bag, you start to wave bye. he opens his glove compartment, grabbing a clear bag. handing it to you, you grab it excitedly knowing what it is.

“is it the same from that day?” you ask, beaming at the man in front of you.

he smiles and nods his head yes. you squeal.

“handsome and he gives me free weed?! somebody pinch me” you smile widely, thanking yuta.

waving bye to each other, he watches you make your way upstairs. mumbling a small ‘cute’ seeing you skip down the hall. after waiting for you to get inside, he then pulls off.

—

you scratch your scalp with the pencil in your hand. groaning you let your head fall onto your desk. your tummy growls, practically begging to be fed. double tapping your screen you check the time on your phone. 7:30pm. you sigh, pushing yourself out of your chair. wrapping your throw blanket around your body you make your way to the kitchen. scouring the fridge for the dinner johnny left for you. your eyes land on the tupperware up at the top with a sticky note.

‘for my favorite girl <3’ you smile at the cheesy note.

you smile even harder when you realize what’s inside. picking up your phone you press the text message icon.

you: UGHH JOHNNY BEST BOY!! I LOVE U SFM

john <3: lmaooo are you high??

you: not yet,,but im talking abt what u made me :( i lub u

john <3: lol, its nothing. eat up, ok? imu

you: oh trust, will. :)) same hereeee

john <3: alr honey, i’ll ttyl.

you turn your phone off, waiting eagerly for the food to finish warming up. johnny’s question reminded you that yuta gave you some weed earlier. you were only cloud nine. your favorite food and good bud? who could ask for more? you mind drifted aimlessly as you ate alone at the table. scrolling through tiktok as you spoon the food into your mouth at the same time. eventually growing tired of social media, you close the app. with a sigh you stare at the wall ahead. now that you were fed, you did want to smoke but you can’t roll a blunt to save your life. johnny always rolling them for you. sighing you go back to your room. your mind drifted to yuta, you wondered what he was doing right now. you wanted to know what he was wearing to the party, cursing yourself for not getting his number earlier. you knew he looked good though. you didn’t even need to see proof, you knew he looked fine as fuck tonight. maybe a little too fine..your mind thought of all the girls that are probably gawking at him. hoping they could go home with him. you sat up with a pout. no way could you let that happen! yuta wasn’t available to them, he’s supposed to be yours..right? you hated the thought of any other girl receiving the same treatment as you. free weed, burgers, and company in a class he didn’t have? fuck that. you jumped out of bed and went to go shower.

—

walking up to the familiar frat house, you swallow hard. throat suddenly dried up due to the deja vu. as if on cue a familiar blue headed man shouts your name.

“yn?! is that you?!” mark yells, making his way towards you.

your eyes widened, he looks good. the taller boy walks up to you and envelopes you into a hug.

“you look so hot” he compliments, smiling at you.

“thanks, you look good too” mark laughs and hands you a beer.

“what brings you here today? you haven’t been back here in a hot minute” mark asks, arm hanging loosely on your shoulder.

you shrug not wanting to tell him.

“just cause i guess” you lie, he nods.

“well, if your still good at beer pong i could use you later!” he says loudly, slurring a bit.

you laugh and nod, bidding your goodbye’s. you make your way past the sweaty bodies inside, looking for your tall best friend. spotting the top of his blonde hair you walk in that direction. he’s standing with three others, red cup in hand. only recognizing two, haechan and yuta. the brown headed boy’s eyes widen at your sudden appearance, jumping off of the couch to tackle you into a hug. lifting you off the ground he spins you around. you let out a little squeal at the action.

“oh my god, what the fuck” he yells, out of breath. holding your face in his hands, as if he were checking if you were real.

“it’s been so long” he pouts, pulling you in for another hug. after pulling away his hands linger on your waist too long for yuta’s liking. poking his cheek with his tongue out of sheer annoyance.

“i know huh, im sorry” you look down, feeling bad for ghosting him and any other friend you made through your ex.

you thought you were making the right decision. you didn’t wanna make them choose, so you chose for them. blocking some and just outright ignoring others. you didn’t want any confrontations with anyone about who was whose friend first. fuck all that.

“it’s fine, you just better text me after tonight.” the younger boy scolds you, and you nod obediently.

yuta is now even more annoyed. are you foreal listening to him? he’s younger than you! not to mention the lack of honorifics.

“i will, definitely!” you smile, patting the younger boy atop his head.

hyuck was like a little brother to you. growing up an only child, you longed for a younger sibling. you wanted to take care of someone. haechan gave that to you. you guys grew close during yours and jaehyun’s relationship. sometimes you would even come over to see haechan and not jae.

“mmm, i missed you so much” you whined, ruffling his hair before pulling him into your chest.

the younger one melts into your touch, wrapping his arms around your waist. his hands a bit too close to your ass while his face rests atop your exposed cleavage.

“me too, noona” he smiles into your touch.

yuta was beyond angry. fuming, livid, he was seeing red. he stands, scowl evident. stalking over to you and haechan he tugs your wrist. you pout, but follow him. johnny and haechan give you a look. haechan seems worried and confused, while johnny has a smirk on his lips. as if he knows something you don’t.

“yuta can you please—ouch!” your sentence is cut short when a larger man runs into you, spilling some of his drink on you.

yuta looks back at the interaction, hand still gripping your tiny wrist. your mouth was agape and the mans face wore an annoyed look.

“what the fuck! oh my god” you sighed, looking down at the sticky liquid dripping down your arms and dress.

“watch where you’re going next time” the unfamiliar man tells you, turning around nudging you in the process. yuta was already mad as hell, somebody’s night was about to be ruined and this dickhead right here seemed like the perfect opportunity.

“hey asshole — apologize” yuta shouts over the loud music. pulling you by your wrist, he protectively puts you behind his back. you cling to his arm, peeking from behind his elbow.

“what’d you say to me?” the man replies, laughing.

“i didn’t stutter, apologize. and do it now” his words dripped with dominance.

“look here, if your little dumbass back there didn’t bump into me—i would still have my drink. i think she owes me an apology and a drink” he looks around for approval from the crowd, nodding at the few laughs that erupt from the crowd.

“oh so you’re a funny guy” yuta laughs mockingly, slipping out of his jacket. he drapes it around your shoulders and kisses your forehead.

“gimme a few minutes, and you’re still in trouble” you pout at the statement, but you’re more worried about what’s going to happen.

yuta steps forward towards the man, rolling his shoulders backwards. you see johnny and haechan out of the corner of your eyes. johnny and you make eye contact and he gives you a thumbs up, probably in response to the worried expression on your face. the man steps forward as well, he’s a few inches taller than yuta but he doesn’t seem intimidated at all.

“fight! fight! fight! fight!” the crowd starts to chant.

“come on guys, i can’t knock out some—” his sentence is cut short when yuta’s fist collides with his jaw. a mixture of spit and blood come out of his mouth as he falls to the ground. with a cocky smirk yuta bends down where he’s laid, out cold.

“next time, just say sorry” he taps his cheek, taunting the man with his pretty smile.

standing up he brushes his hands off and makes his way back to you, picking up where he left off. dragging you off somewhere. you’re still shocked about what just happened, but you follow him nonetheless.

—

“thanks, for the clothes and what you did.” you mumbled, fiddling with the sleeves of your (his) jacket.

you were now dressed in one of yutas shirts and a pair of his sweatpants.you looked ridiculous.

“don’t mention it, and he was an ass” yuta says nonchalantly.

you chuckle.

“do you wanna smoke, baby?” he asks you, your head perches up at the question.

you nod eagerly. reaching out to you, he ruffles your hair with a smile. grabbing the tray from the side of his seat he asks you to hand him the bag out of the compartment in front of you. you do as your told, handing him the gram that’s inside along with a pack of raws (little papers u roll the weed in lol)

you watch intently as he rolls up, trying your best to not miss anything. you had to learn one day, johnny’s not gonna roll your blunts forever. occasionally he bring the joint to his lips to lick the paper so it’ll stay in place and you blush. may or may not wish you were the joint.

“all finished, here. you hit it first” you smile and grab the joint from his fingers.

placing it between your lips you lean forward, silently asking for a spark. he does so. puffing a few times you inhale the smoke and blow it back out. you sigh at the feeling that washes over you. nothing like the first hit.

“how do you know haechan?” yuta asks, staring at you intently.

“we met through my ex, he’s like my little brother” you answer, saying it exactly for what it was.

“ex?” he says, obviously wanting to know who you were referring too.

you sigh. passing him the joint.

“it’s a long story” you say, turning your body towards his.

“i got time” he replies, blowing the smoke out.

“yuta” you call him, he hums in response.

he turns his body towards yours as well, finding your eyes.

“if you don’t wanna tell me that’s fine” he reassures you.

you wanna tell him but you also don’t wanna push him away either. after you open up to someone it’s hard for you to keep in touch. there’s a reason why johnny’s your only friend. after that breakup, you hadn’t been the same.

“next time, promise” you tell him, lifting your pinky.

he intertwined his with your sealing it with a ‘kiss’. you both laugh at the small interaction. finishing the joint you look at yuta with heavy red eyes. your high was 10x better than last time since you hotboxed the car. sitting in a cloud of smoke, breathing in the recycled air. you laugh to yourself. yuta was high as well, but his tolerance was better than yours.

“yuta!” you call out to the man and he smiles.

climbing over the middle compartment you invade his personal bubble. plopping yourself right on top of him, legs on either side of his thighs.

“what can i do for you?” he asks, his hands finding your hips.

“you said i was in trouble” you pouted, hands on his chest. that’s right, you were in trouble huh. yuta totally forgot.

“that’s right, you were in trouble.” he replies, hands traveling under your shirt.

“what did i do?” you tilt your head, trying to remember all that you did.

“you were too close to haechan” he says.

your eyes widen in surprise. haechan?! flabbergasted was an understatement!

“wait wait wait” you say, trying to wrap your head around everything

“i’m in trouble because i was too close to hyuckie?” you ask again, sounding like a broken record.

“exactly” he answers in all seriousness.

“you do realize he’s like my little brother, right? i don’t like him” you remind him.

he shrugs in response, his hands rubbing the small of your back.

“of course you don’t like him, he’s not me” he says nonchalantly, leaving small kisses on your chest.

your eyes flutter shut at the contact, hands sliding behind his neck to play with the hair on his nape. trailing his kisses up to your ear he whispers.

“get in the back, princess” you obey his command, sliding off his lap and climbing to the back.

with a grin he follows. as soon as you two are settled, he attacks your lips. kissing you hungrily his hands roam your body. trailing down your back to grip your ass. you let out a squeal of surprise, and he inserts his tongue in your mouth. the two of your tongues fight for dominance, yuta reigning victorious of course. breathing hard you both continue making out, yuta’s hands still gripping your butt. you moan when you pull away from the kiss out of breath. trying to steady you rake a hand through your hair. smirking at you he pulls you in by your hips. you let out a yelp when he pushes you down on his boner. he groans in bliss, loving the feeling of your clothed heat against him.

“make yourself feel good, love” he tells you, his hands moving to rest behind his head.

with a bite of your lip, you begin to move against his hard length. with a few shaky breaths, you set a pace. yuta smiles up at you, loving the sight in front of him. your messy hair, breath ragged, moving against his clothed length? he was so ready to put a baby in you, with no regrets either. you throw your head back when he grabs your hips and moves you faster and harder against him. his thoughts egging him on. you bite your lip to swallow the moan daring to escape. grabbing his neck you pull him in for a messy kiss. disconnecting from each other, a string of saliva following suit.

“you’re so hot” he tells you, hips still moving against each other.

only stopping once he felt too close to cumming. he would hate himself if he came in his pants like a virgin. he’s been wanting to fuck you for so long, so he was set on cumming inside you. you whine his name when he stops moving against you. hands hitting his chest lightly, pouting at the man under you.

“don’t worry i’ll give you something better” he winks, flipping you under him in an instant.

you yelp in surprise. his hands toyed with the band of your sweats, eyes asking for permission. you shyly nod. he grins and pulls them down. his eyes eagerly take in the sight of your legs. bringing your legs to rest over his shoulders, he kisses your inner thighs. you let out a light groan, watching his every move. his kisses lead up to your heat and he leaves an open mouthed kiss right next to where you need him the most.

“yutaaa” you whine, hands finding his hair.

he laughs and rubs your hips with his fingers.

“what do you want?” you buck your hips up, silently answering. he tuts at your actions, slapping your thigh. a mix of a moan and a scream escapes your throat.

“use your words” he scolds you, voice lathered with dominance.

“i want you to eat m-me out” you answer, not quite able to look him in the eyes.

he leaves one more slap to your thigh, a bit harder than the first one. you moan again.

“p-please?” you add, tears brimming at the burning of your thigh. he rubs it with his fingers, and you look down at him. the skin on your thigh turning red. yuta kisses the spot he smacked, attempting to soothe the pain he caused you.

“good girl” was the last thing you heard before his mouth was on your heat.

your back arches at the contact, fingers tugging at his hair. yuta’s tongue was working wonders on you down south and you were loving every second of it. moans and incoherent slurs spilled out of your mouth. a mix of oh fuck’s and yuta’s were coming out like a chant. the familiar knot appeared again in your tummy as he lapped at your wetness.

“im gonna—” you try to warn the boy of your incoming orgasm but he was already well aware.

shoving two finger into your heat he pushed them in and out at an amazing speed. you could barely see, your orgasm taking over your whole body. your legs shook in pure bliss as you moaned out his name.

“cum for me baby” you hear him say as he’s still attacking your poor heat.

your back arches as you come, tugging at the man's hair roughly. but he didn’t stop. continuing to ravage your heat. he was pushing his fingers in and out of you, licking at your clit. you felt another oragasm building up in your tummy, closing your legs due to the overstimulation. his hands roughly pushed your legs back open. a muffled ‘keep them fucking open’ leaving his mouth. his mouth aggressively moved against your heat, bringing you to ecstasy with nothing more than his tongue once more. a screeching moan left your throat as your second orgasm washed over your body. your legs shook against his shoulders uncontrollably and you were literally seeing stars. you panted, attempting to collect yourself after what just happened. yuta sat up with a cocky smirk, loving the fucked out state you were currently in. he found it hella attractive. you look at him through hooded eyes, high definitely gone now. the only thing you were high off of was this man's mouth because god damn.

“i hope you don’t think we’re done, baby” yuta says in a low voice, almost like a whisper.

all you could do was whine in response. you could feel your heartbeat in your pussy, what the fuck does he mean we’re not finished?! yuta laughs as he helps you sit up.

“get on your knees” you nod and move to the floor in between his open legs.

your eyes looked over his hard length through his jeans. you bit your lip at the length, hands automatically going to rub it. a small moan leaves his mouth when your fingers graze over it, and your ears are in heaven. unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans you excitedly pull them down, leaving them to rest on his knees. you looked up at him, and his eyes were already on yours. he nods his head towards his length, telling you to continue. you listen and pull his boxers down, letting his cock free. your mouth was practically watering at the sight alone. he smirks, noticing the excited glint in your eyes. in a matter of seconds your mouth was on his length. dragging your tongue from bottom to the top, you swirled around his tip but didn’t take him in your mouth yet. yuta groans, not really fucking with you teasing him. he gives you a look but your ignore it, continuing to do what you wanted. teasing little kitten licks up and down his length, and small kisses to his tip. you were pushing his limits and you wanted a certain reaction from him and you were bound to get it.

“y/n” yuta’s voice was dangerously low.

you feel his eyes burning holes into your skin, too scared to lift your head. you feel his hands rake through your hair, grabbing a fistful. forcing your eyes to connect with his own. you whimper at the action. your faces are mere inches away from each other.

“do i need to do it for you?” he asks you.

you don’t answer. a mix of anxiety and excitement rushing through your veins. yuta looks at you with a cocked eyebrow.

“you have one more chance, princess” he warns you, collecting a fistful of your hair in his hands.

you hold your ground, keeping your mouth shut. a small ‘ok then’ left his mouth before he roughly positions your face in front of the tip of his cock. you lick your lips at the sight.

“open your mouth” you listen right away, opening wide for him.

without warning he shoves your face over his length. groaning, he holds you in place. your hands clawing at his thighs. bringing you back up by your hair he pushes you right back down. moving his hips in and out of your mouth, abusing your throat, you gasp for air in between his strokes. you could barely breathe but you were loving every second of it. you weren’t the only one either. looking up at him with tears dripping down your face, yuta groans at the sight.

“looking at me with your teary eyes is only gonna make me face fuck you harder, baby” yuta moans. picking up the pace he plows in and out of your mouth. a mixture of you gagging and spit filled the car. soon enough you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, telling you he was close. before you could even react he was pulling you up and off of his heat.

“you didn’t even cum” you pout looking up at the man, hand reaching for his cock.

it was covered in your saliva and his pre-cum. his hand pulls yours away from his length, guiding you to lay down.

“i wanna come inside you” he said in all seriousness.

you blinked at his statement. how was he so open about what he wanted?

“if you’re not on the pill i can get you some” he continues, interpreting your silence as unsureness.

“no it’s not that. i am” you tell him and he smiles, positioning himself in between your legs.

“good” bending down, he cages your head in between his arms.

leaving a kiss on your lips as he slides into you. moaning into his mouth at the burning stretch. he waits a bit for you to adjust. it’s been a long while since you’ve let somebody hit, and it was showing tonight.

“are you ok?” he asks, voice laced with concern.

you nod, arms wrapping around his neck. you move on your own, giving him the green light. he pulls all the way out and slides all the way back into you. he does this a couple more times, and it’s driving you crazy. you could feel everything, every little vein in his cock. your back arches as he rubs circles on your hips, drilling his cock into you repeatedly. your moans fill the car.

“more yuta, i want m-more” you manage to slur, nails dragging down his back.

yuta smirks and in a flash you were on your tummy. grabbing a fistful of your hair he forces you to sit up on your hands. his other hand at the small of your back, pushing it to make your arch. he slides back into you with ease, but this time he picked up his pace. movements faster and harder than just a few seconds before. incoherent moans falling from your mouth as he was fucking you into oblivion, hands still pulling your hair. you claw at the seat under you, he made you a moaning mess and you were here for it all. yuta slapped into you with no remorse, hands gripping your ass and thighs tight enough to leave bruises the next morning.

“you like that huh?” he bends down to your ear, making sure you heard him say that.

if your eyes weren’t already closed they’d be rolling to the back of your head. his dick was enough but now you were losing your fucking mind. that familiar knot formed in your tummy for the third time tonight and you could already feel it begin to become undone. your walls clenched around his cock, silently telling him you were close.

“you better not fucking come” he harshly whispers into your ear, yanking you to sit up on your knees by your hair.

this new position had you on cloud nine. his hands found your clit, rubbing circles edging you closer to your orgasm knowing he just told you to hold it. tears brimmed your eyes as you cry out in ecstasy. his name fell from your mouth as if it was a chant. you felt his strokes become sloppy, his cock twitching inside of you.

“cum. cum for me, baby” he whispers in your ear, kissing your earlobe.

you let yourself become undone, your whole body shaking like crazy. not too long after yuta unloaded himself inside, just like he said he would. a comfortable silence took over, nothing but heavy panting filled the car. yuta laid you down gently, pulling his hoodie back over your body. throwing back on his boxers he opted out to steal the sweats you had on, not wanting to put his jeans back on.

“i can’t feel my legs,” you say, earning a loud laugh from yuta.

you wish you were being dramatic but it was true, you literally couldn’t feel anything from the waist down. yuta opens the door, tugging you by your legs to the edge. picking you up, he kicks the door closed. sitting you down in the passenger seat he kisses the crown of your head lovingly, buckling you up. starting the car after getting you settled he looks over at you. your hooded eyes heavy with drowsiness, obviously sleepy. he watches as you curl up in the seat, wrapping your arms around yourself. turning the heater up he pulls off, heading home.

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turning the engine off yuta looks over at your sleeping figure. he admires you for a second, watching your chest rise and fall. it brings a smile to his face. walking around the car he scoops you from your seat, your arms and legs fastening around his body immediately. with a smile, he locks the car as he makes his way into his apartment. upon arrival he lays you down on his bed, tucking you in. standing he goes to fetch you some water from the kitchen he feels you gripping his shirt, making him look down at you.

“lay down with me” you tell the man and he does.

laying in between his legs you rest your head on his chest, arms wrapping around his waist.

you didn’t know what you two were but all you knew were two things. you were comfortable as hell right now, and you didn’t wanna lose him no matter what.

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Steve Harrington x female reader where she’s the seasoned stoner and Steve wants to get baked so they listen to some tunes and light up and he confesses his feelings accidentally or something? 👀🥺🙏🏼

wc: 3.6k

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: v detailed drug use, sprinkle of angst, cute fluffy in love steve, heavy kissing, some suggestive stuff, clingy!steve

a/n: i slipped in a lil mention of a beloved character let me know if you find it <3

“oh steeeeeeve.” you call out your best friends name in a sing-song voice. you’re laying on your bed, resting on your stomach with your feet kicking in the air. the bedside phone in your hand, and bottom lip between your teeth.

steve sings your name back. the sound of his voice hums into your ear from the other side of the receiver.

“what’d you call me for, huh?”

“i can’t just call because i wanna hear your pretty voice?” he challenges playfully. you can’t help but brush him off with a laugh.

“i did wanna ask you somethin’ though…” he trails off with a timid voice.

“and…?” you urge softly.

“i was thinking… um- i know you do this a lot, but can we get high together?”

the biggest grin formed on you face, instantly kicking your feet off your bed to stand up.

“uh- hello?” he calls out for a response.

“you, steve harrington… want to get high with me?”

“yeah? didn’t i just say that?” he chuckles anxiously.

“i mean yeah of course we can smoke together, steve. holy shit, i don’t think you realize how excited that makes me. oh my god. when?!” you ramble, hands flying as you hold the receiver between your shoulder and ear.

“i mean… i’m free tonight?” he chokes out, clearing his throat.

“seriously?” you shout as your smile grows larger, “i’ll pick you up! i don’t want your pretty car to smell like weed.”

“huh? oh, i don’t care about that, psshhh.” he blows it off like it’s nothing, “i’ll pick you up in ten?” he asks with a higher voice than normal.

“uh yeah, ten minutes sounds good. see ya!” you chirp before hanging up the phone. your eyes dart around your room to look for your goodies.

then you remember that it’s hidden in your underwear drawer. you fly over to dresser, yanking the top drawer open. your hands instantly start digging through your undergarments to find the specific box.

with a thunk, your fingertips hit the metal lunchbox. you grip the handle to tug it out with a noble smile. you kiss the surface of it to show your gratitude, “ah, my baby.”

right now, you’re wearing an oversized pajama shirt with no pants on underneath- so you opt to change into something a little more appropriate. you pull on black biker shorts and an oversized dark green hawkins high school crewneck. the sleeves fit over your hands like mittens, and it covers your body comfortably. actually, this might be steve’s.

you spray some perfume onto your fresh clothes, and fix your hair in your mirror. your fingers gently poke and style the unruly pieces. you glance out your window, seeing harrington’s car is already parked in front of your driveway. his headlights lighting up the street.

your heart flutters at the sight of him, making you wish you could just teleport to him. you leave your room, rattling lunchbox in hand as you trot down the steps.

“hey! where are you going?” your parents are sat in front of the tv watching a movie.

“with steve! i’ll be back soon.”

“be back by twelve, okay?”

“yeah, yeah.” you grumble as you slip your sneakers on over your slouchy socks. in the back of your mind, you already know you’re going to be home past your curfew. your parents never do anything about it because they’re fast asleep by the time you get home.

you swing open the front door of your house, and you instantly spot steve. he’s outside of his car waiting for you, leaning against the driver side door.

when the door behind you clicks shut, his head perks up from looking at his feet. an instant smile curls up on his lips when he sees you, making you jog up to him with open arms.

“harrington! long time no see!” you guys literally were hanging out earlier today after he got off of work.

you fling your arms around his neck in a hug, one of his own wraps around your waist. he soothingly rubs your lower back with his thumb, “yeah, yeah. it’s me.” he chuckles bashfully.

“ready?” your eyebrows raise suggestively, raising the lunchbox to his eyes and shaking it. the contents inside rustle around in the aluminum box.

“ready as i’ll ever be.”

steve walks around to your side to open the car door for you like a true gentleman, before getting into his side. he quickly pulls off, driving out of your neighborhood.

“where to?” he eyes you from his peripheral vision as he drives.

“the school parking lot?” you suggest as your fingers flick open the latch to the lunchbox.

the stench of the herb immediately fills the interior of the car. making your eyes blow wide with an eager smile curling up onto your lips.

“woah.” steve coughs dramatically, his hand pushes the air away from his face. he laughs at the same time, shaking his head in displeasure.

“you smell that?” you sniff the air as if you’re a cartoon following a scent trail. your hand wafts the air in front of your nose, “a delicacy.”

“whatever you say.” steve huffs, obvious sarcasm in his voice.

“it’s northern lights, baby! it’s an indica strain. which means it’ll make you suuuuper duper chill-aaaxed.” you bob your head with a grin.

steve just rolls his eyes at you, but it seems like his smile is unable to falter from his face.

he pulls into the empty parking lot of hawkins high, swinging around the back to a secluded area. “lights off.” you lean forward, twirling the joystick beside the steering wheel so his car goes dark. “yeah this isn’t creepy at all.” he teases.

you quickly get to work, carefully picking a nub out of the plastic bag. you place it in between the two pieces of your grinder. twisting both in your hands so the flower disintegrates into powder between it.

steve watches in wonder, releasing his seat belt from across his chest to turn towards you.

“so, what are you doing now?”

“just grinding the flower so i can pack it into a joint.” you look over his face. he’s completely immersed in what you’re doing, even though it comes second nature to you.

you’re thankful that the person you get your drugs from is nice enough to pre-roll a few cones for you. now all you have to do is fill them up with the freshly ground herb. “so… who do you even get this stuff from?”

“i don’t know, just some kid. he lives near max.” you shrug nonchalantly, “oh, it’s a guy?” steve prods slightly.

your eyebrows furrow with concern from his question, “yeah… and?” steve refuses to respond, only giving you an eye roll.

your hands unscrew one side of your grinder to be able to access the heavenly powder. you slip a filter in there before funneling it inside of the cone. your fingers twist off the end to seal it so it doesn’t spill out.

“alright, harrington. you ready to have some fun?” you eyebrows provocatively raise up and down, an excited grin on your face.

steve looks at the joint in your hand, “let’s do it.” he leans back in his seat, arm reaching across to rest on your headrest.

you pick out your lighter, thumbing striking down to create friction for the flame to ignite. you bring the filtered end of the spliff to your lips, slightly curling them in.

the flame burns the other end, shriveling up the paper as you inhale. the airflow causes the drug to catch fire, instantly making smoke travel into your lungs.

the lighter falls from your hands back into your lunchbox. taking a few more puffs to get it started. the slightly yellow tinted smoke makes a dense cloud as it floats out of your mouth.

it sweetly burns your lungs, making you cough and tears spring to your eyes. “here… just…” you say between your coughs as you hand the joint to him.

he quickly takes it from you, positioning it between his pointer finger and thumb. he brings the end to his lips, following the same steps that you did.

as soon as he inhales, he lets out the most horrendous cough. he squeezes his eyes shut, holding the stick of death towards you to take back. “jesus christ!” he hisses out, continuing to cough out the smoke.

you can’t help but laugh at him, grabbing the joint to bring it back to your lips to take another drag. “is this your first time? wait, wait! am i taking your weed virginity?” you giggle as you hold the smoke in your lungs for a moment before releasing.

steve gasps at your question, “no! this is not my first time actually- thank you very much! i’m not lame.”

you just snicker at his comment, shaking your head as you pass it back to him. he really took that comment to heart.

“what?” one of his eyebrows raise as he takes it back coolly. he presses it between his lips and inhales.

you stare at him, waiting for him to cough. the cloud releases from his mouth and you can see the instant pain in his eyes.

“i’m fine, i’m fine.” his voice strains as he attempts to not breathe.

“just cough, harrington. no shame.” you reach up to pat his bicep that’s resting near your head.

he lets out another terrible cough, his cheeks expanding with air like a pufferfish. he shakes his head as tears blink out of his eyes, streaming down his face, “oh no!” you laugh, leaning forward to cup his cheeks. your thumbs gently wipe away his tears as he coughs directly at you.

his round eyes are red, mirroring your own. he looks into your eyes as he sniffles, laughing in embarrassment. for some reason, your heart tugs when he makes eye contact with you. he looks especially cute right now.

“you’re adorable.“ you blurt out unwillingly, the drugs taking over your system. if you weren’t high right now- you bet your ass that your heart would be jumping out of your chest.

steve’s eyes falter away from yours, making your hands drop back to your lap in defeat. “sorry.” you rush to apologize, looking out the window to hide your awkwardness.

“don’t be sorry.” his voice is hushed. steve hasn’t felt this way about anyone in a while. he’s expecting his heart to be pounding, but he feels relatively calm. after nancy broke his heart, he took a break from girls… well a break from relationships, not from meaningless sex.

sooner than later, he realized the one thing he truly desires has been in front of him all along. his best friend- the one who has been by his side through everything. his feelings have been locked inside of him for way too long- and it definitely doesn’t help that ‘can’t fight this feeling’ by REO speedwagon is playing in the background. steve’s stomach flips as the realization of what he’s about to do hits him.

“you’re adorable too. shit, more than adorable. beautiful- so beautiful… and you’re so fucking cool. you’re not like anyone i’ve ever met which makes me like you even more. you’re awesome and actually hilarious. plus, you’re badass!” he exclaims, eyes wide as he professes everything that’s been on his mind.

you stare at him in awe with big doe-like eyes and a happy upside down smile settling on your lips. “when we fought the demogorgon in the byers house? you actually scared the shit outta me! you’re so cool.” his hands fly around as he rambles, “i haven’t felt comfortable with anyone like this before. i can be myself around you… god, i should’ve known since high school. i was such a douchebag. i..” his mouth fails to keep up with his overworking brain as he stutters, his head turns away from you.

“steve.” you breathe out, bringing a hand back to his cheek to direct him towards you. his slow eyes drift to yours, giving you a tender gaze. “yeah?” his voice is low.

“i feel the same way about you… jesus, ever since nancy fucking wheeler stole you. i thought i was never your type so i just pushed my feelings away. especially after stupid ass tommy h. and carol made it clear they hated my guts.” you confess as you stare into his eyes. you can’t help but notice his face gradually growing closer to yours.

“i never realized what i had in front of me this whole goddamn time.” he whispers to you from his close proximity, noses almost brushing against each other. his eyes flicker to your lips and back up to your eyes. you admire his freckles and moles that are speckled across his skin- he is truly a beautiful work of art.

“cause i can’t fight this feeling anymore.” the chorus of the song blares through his speakers, making the tension become too much to handle.

“god, just kiss me.” you beg, desperately looking up into his dreamy chocolate eyes.

steve lunges forward, hand finding it’s way to your waist to grip your side. his fingertips press into the doughy skin of your hips, holding onto you desperately.

his pillowy lips slot wonderfully against yours, completely domineering over your own. he tastes of weed and mint, the perfect combination in your mind. his cologne overtakes your senses, sending you into an upward spiral farther into the clouds.

your arms fly around his neck to pull him even closer to you. his tongue wiggles its way into your mouth, pressing against yours feverishly.

the feeling of his warmth causes a moan to bubble past your lips and against his. in return, steve’s body presses even farther into you over the center console- because god, that was the hottest thing that has fallen upon his ears. steve’s fingers dig into your side, his chest heaving with hunger. his lips stray away from yours, mouthing at the skin on your jaw to make his way to your neck.

you whine in protest, hands finding their way into his thick yet soft hair to tug him back to you. he presses long pecks to your mouth with a grin, “i’m gonna… kiss you… over here… for a little bit.” he breathes out in between them, just wanting to leave little marks on the exposed skin there.

“but… i don’t… want you… to stop… kissing me” you mumble into his multiple kisses. he chuckles in response, smiling against you.

he pulls away to hide his face in your neck, slightly giggling to himself. you take advantage of this pause to fully breathe and take in the moment. your fingers comb through his locks, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and twirling it between your fingers. the smile on your face is set in stone, either being high on steve and just because of the drugs. maybe both.

“i can’t believe this. i’m making out with you in my car right now. i’ve actually dreamt of this, you know that?” he pulls back from your should to look at you while he talks, “is this a dream? can you pinch me? you gotta pinch me.”

your hand reaches up to pinch at his arm, making him jerk slightly. “yeah, this is real.” his eyes are hooded as he leans in to savor the feeling of your lips against his again. the slight stubble on his top lip tickles you.

“do you wanna sleep over?” you mutter into the kiss, making his head pop back up to look at you. his eyes dart between each of yours, eyebrows raising suggestively. a smirk crawls onto his lips as his mind races.

you slap his arm, “not like that, you dweeb. get your head out of the gutter. i just want to cuddle… and sleep. plus i have snacks.” you offer.

the mention of food makes both of your stomachs grumble, “yeah, i definitely need some food.” steve pecks your lips once more before situating himself back into the drivers seat. he quickly pulls out of the deserted parking lot of the high school and drives back towards your house.

on the way back, you and steve decide to have a little karaoke session when one of his favorite songs comes on.

“just take those old records off the shelf!” he belts out, hands tapping the steering wheel to the beat, “i sit and listen to ‘em by myself!” you sing along loudly with him.

“todays music ain’t got the same soul!” you both lean into each other, your shoulders now touching, “i like that old time rock ‘n roll!” your hand brings an invisible microphone to your mouths.

steve steers his car halfway in the grass of your front yard, slamming the gear into park. he dances his way out of the car, waiting for you to come around to him. he continues humming the song as he walks up to your front door, hands tapping on his hips.

the porch light is on, casting a perfect shadow on his handsome features. all you can do is smile at him as you unlock the door and slip inside. “shh.” you hush his singing, his hands reach out to settle on the familiar dip of your waist.

he kneads at your skin, “wow, you’re really soft.” he mumbles out, pulling you into him so you back is against his chest. he sneaks a few pecks against your cheek and your neck, “lock the door, dummy.” you try not to giggle at how his hair is tickling your skin.

“oh! oh yeah.” he leans back, clumsily turning the locks behind him before attaching himself back to you. “just be quiet and follow me.” you mutter.

“i’d follow you to the ends of the earth, my love!” he whisper yells at you, making you roll your eyes jokingly. you opt to hold his hand to tug him up the steps, his large feet stomp loudly behind you.

“steve!” you scold with a little cackle, stifling your laughs into your fist. you both stumble into your room with a fit of giggles following. his hands don’t dare to leave your body, until you shoo him away so you can quietly shut the door. steve shuffles over to your bed to plop down on it, leaning forward to reach for his feet.

he instantly begins to take off his sneakers. thankful, that he decided to wear sweatpants instead of jeans or he would be sleeping in his underwear. which of course, if it came down to it, you wouldn’t protest.

you stroll over to your nightstand, pulling out your infinite food stash; multiple bags of chips, a bag of famous amos chocolate chip cookies, a box of pop tarts, fruit snacks, and candy bars. he sits up on your bed, legs hanging off the side as he watches with big eyes.

“a stoners dream!” steve exclaims much too loudly, making you jump on him in panic. your hand cups over his mouth and all you can do is laugh at him in shock, “shut up!” you sputter out, head falling to rest on his knee as your shoulders tremble with laughter.

your hand falls from his mouth to rest on his thigh as he busies himself opening a bag of doritos, “so good.” he raises his eyebrows at you as he chews.

you snatch the cookies before pulling yourself up on the bed to sit next to him, “this is the best thing i’ve ever put in my mouth.” you mumble with your mouth full of cookies, “i can think of something even better.” steve’s full mouth turns up into a cheeky grin. all you can do is scoff, but you can’t help but smile.

his eyes flutter shut blissfully as he chews. you never thought you’d be high, eating food in the dark on your bed with steve harrington.

after rummaging through your snacks some more, your eyelids begin to feel too heavy. all you want to do is sleep. you choose to shove all the food off the side of your bed to your floor, instead of putting it back. just so you can crawl under the covers more quickly.

steve follows your movements with his eyes, but doesn’t move to join you. “come on, harrington. i’m cold.” your bottom lip juts out to pout, your hand pats the bed.

steve beams at you from your invitation before slipping underneath the covers. his arms snake around your waist, fitting his head in the crook of your neck as he curls against you. his lips absentmindedly press soft pecks against your warm skin.

your hand cards through his hair, pushing it away from his face. “i really like you, steve. a lot more than i would’ve ever imagined.” you admit into the cool air, slightly shuttering from your confession.

steve’s arms tighten around you, dragging himself up higher so his mouth is next to your ear, “i really, really like you too.”

his raspy voice sends a shiver through your body, goosebumps rising on your skin. he flips onto his back, pulling your body with him so you’re on top of his chest. you can’t help but bury your face into his shirt.

“please don’t let this ruin our friendship.” your voice is muffled.

“what? hey- that’ll never happen. i haven’t felt more closer to you than i have tonight.“ his fingers gently trace the bumps of your spine from under your sweatshirt.

“seriously though, you’re amazing. i could never have anything ruin my friendship with you.”

you lift your head up, resting your chin on his chest. the moonlight streams in from your window, illuminating his face just enough to be able to see his loving expression.

“steve harrington. you’re going to be the death of me.” you chuckle as you crane your neck up to kiss him again, savoring the feeling of his lips against yours.

who would’ve know that tonight would have ended up like this? you, in steve harringtons arms in your bed, high out of your minds.

just wait until the kids find out about you two. they’re gonna lose their shit.

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