#lmao can it just be like when he realized i was smoking weed

[inthelow]

SMOKE SPRITE — jeon jungkook (2).

Pairing: fem! reader x jeon jungkook

Summary: you and Jungkook aren’t that close, you were supposedly be dating his best friend… then why is he about to fuck you in the back of his car?

Genre/Warning: literally porn with a little plot. dirty talk (just a little), fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), jerking off, cursing and a lot more.

author’s note: so that little drabble became a series lmao, i might be doing part 3 but for the moment, here ya go with the 2nd one… you can find the first one here.

part 3

you can find more in this masterlist.

Jungkook couldn’t sleep.

His mind was killing him slowly. With just one week from having you on your knees in his car now he was in his bedroom losing his mind over you. He couldn’t believe the way things had changed so drastically for him, the only thing he could think of was you, your mouth, your hands, your hair, your sighs, your moans. He was going crazy, he needed to get laid or something, maybe it was that, maybe he needed to find someone else and be done with that, he didn’t need to think about his best friend’s girl.

But why couldn’t he stop?.

He knew he didn’t like you that way, he had known you for a long time now. How was it that everything had change so suddenly because of a kiss?, was the head that good?, was he too high?. He had your number, he could just text you and talk but… when was the last time he send you a text?. He grabbed his phone to check and immediately groaned annoyed when he realized it was five months ago just to check if you got home safe, you had answered with a “yep” and he had reacted with some thumbs up. It had been another of those nights where you both had stayed longer than usual just to keep drinking.

Now that he thought about it, he always stayed longer when you were both alone… had he always felt this attracted to you?.

Why didn’t you kiss him that other time?, why was last week?, why now that you were seeing Taehyung?. Was it because of the weed?. Was he thinking about you just because it felt wrong, like something prohibited?, was he the only one that felt that way?. He wanted to asked you so many things. Were you thinking about him too?, were you waiting for him to make a move?, call or text you?. Or was that just something you wanted to forget?, a mistake that was too much for you?, were you with him now?, was he touching you the way Jungkook couldn’t?.

His hand fell down to his side, moving it slowly to his crotch, could Taehyung made you feel good?, could he touch you the right way?, the way you wanted?… he knew that if you said yes, he would touched you the way you wanted, the way you deserved. He was so frustrated because he couldn’t touch you that day, he couldn’t taste you. He knew he was able to take care of you, much better than his friend, so much better. Taehyung didn’t know shit, he was sure that - if given the chance - Jungkook could make you see that nobody would make you feel as good as him. He would be so gentle, or maybe mean, maybe you like it rough, maybe you were waiting for someone to fuck you the right way. He wanted to be that person, he wanted to touch you the way you wanted…

He blinked, coming back to reality with his hand stroking his cock over his pants, alone in his bed… what the fuck was he doing?. Jerking off at the thought of you?, was he really that pathetic?. He put his pillow on top of his head before screaming; he was going crazy.

His phone ringing took his attention. He groaned at the caller’s name, he didn’t feel like entertaining a conversation but he knew he had to answer if it was something related to work.

“What’s up?.”

“Hey, Kookie. What are you doing now?.”

Namjoon’s voice on the other line surprised him a little since it was supposed to be Taehyung. He sighed bored before answering.

“Just resting.”

“Tae is hosting that jazz thing, are you not coming?.”

He felt like shit, remembering that today his friend had invited everyone he knew to this jazz event he was hosting. It was supposed to be in a very well known bar in Downtown Seoul that he rented it to listen to some Jazz bands live and have some drinks. Jungkook knew it had been months since Taehyung made everyone reserve that day. God, he knew he was a terrible friend…

He sat on his bed immediately when you appeared on his mind. Were you going to be there? you had to, right?. You were close with Taehyung so there was no way you would miss it.

“Yeah, sorry, I fell asleep and lost track of time” he lied “. Can you cover me?.”

“No problem, twenty minutes?.”

“I’ll make it faster.”

Jungkook thought it was the first time he had change clothes so fast by himself. He took a shower that morning so he just had to change for something more formal since he knew it was a very fancy event, a typical Taehyung thing to do. He dressed in black pants, a white shirt and a black vest. He put some cologne, a little makeup and his piercings before leaving his house. He wasn’t that far from downtown so in less than fifteen minutes he made his way to the bar, his driver leaving him in a good place for him to not walk that much from the entrance.

The place was crowded.

Jungkook faked a smile to greet people, trying not to look so desperate to find you - not that anyone knew he was looking for you. It took him some minutes to find his group of friends sitting in a corner, chatting and drinking. He said hi to everyone before engaging a conversation and pretend he wasn’t annoyed by the fact that you weren’t there. He was so anxious to see you, were you gonna be mad?, were you gonna pretend that nothing happened? well, you did that the night that Taehyung pick you both up to drive you home… maybe you hated him?, were you too fucked up to remember anything from that night?.

He excuse himself to grab a drink, going straight to the bar and pretending he liked the music that was playing. Jungkook wanted to shot himself in the head when he finally find you… dancing with Taehyung.

You were wearing a long silk dress that wrapped perfectly around you, it was a blue ice color that made you look perfect, your back was naked and the straps on your shoulders were almost falling. He couldn’t see your heels but he was sure you were wearing really high ones because you looked taller. Your hair was falling perfectly over your shoulders in a messy way he adored. You looked beautiful and Taehyung was the one who had the pleasure to have you right now. Jungkook hated the way he was too close to you, his arm around your waist like you were his, his face centimetres apart from yours like he was ready to kiss you anytime, his fingers rubbing your naked back like it was something normal for him to do. He hated the way you laughed, the way he smiled at that, the way he leaned over to you while talking, the way he could smell your perfume and get you smiling pretty for him.

He hated everything about your interaction with his friend.

Why was he so comfortable with you?, Taehyung didn’t know that there cameras around?.

He wanted to pushed him far away from you, maybe hit him in the face before taking you outside… or there, he didn’t care, he just wanted you to himself… was he losing his mind?. He thought he was a really bad friend, not only wanting his best friend’s girl but not giving a fuck about his feelings either, the way he wanted you was almost psychotic. Maybe he was really going insane, it wasn’t normal wanting someone that much… maybe you did something to him, was the blowjob that great?, there was something else for sure.

“They look cute, right?”

Okay, maybe he could punch Yoongi in the face too.

“I’m just worried for the cameras here” Jungkook tried to look normal while chatting with his friend, like he didn’t care the way you were melting at Taehyung’s touch.

“I think we’re past that by now” the rapper grabbed his phone, distracted “. We’re big enough to date whoever the fuck we want, don’t you think?.”

Jungkook hummed in agreement, thinking Yoongi was right, but knowing that everyone still should be careful… or maybe he didn’t actually care, he just care about the fact that now you were dancing with Taehyung and that he was touching you like you were his already, were you?.

“Jungkook!, you’re late again.”

He tried to not look so annoyed when he heard Taehyung’s voice, he was his friend for fucks sake, he needed to get over this weird obsession over you.

“Sorry, man, I lost track of time” he chuckled when the singer jumped to give him a short hug.

“Hi, Jungkook.”

Your voice took his attention, you gave him a small smile, like you always did when you went out with your groups of friends. Now that you were closer he could see you better, your makeup was heavier than most of the times and your eyeliner was sharper. He tried not to think the way it was ruined last week, when you were sucking him off. God, he was sick. He could only think of finding a way to make you a mess again.

“Hey, how are you?.”

He tried to make small talk but you didn’t, you just nodded positively before engaging a conversation with Yoongi about something he didn’t care. He pretended to talk with Taehyung about something, hating the way he was next to you, pressing his body to your arm like it was something natural. And he hated the way it looked so normal, like his touch was something common for you.

Get it together.

Fucking get it together.

The rest of the night was hell. You were glued to Taehyung and he was pretending not to be annoyed at every little thing that happened. But he got time to think… even if he was going crazy about you, it was for the best not to have you again, you really seemed enchanted by his friend and maybe last time you were too high to even rationalize what was happening, to drunk on weed and lust. Maybe it was that combination that made his orgasm out of this world. Maybe he could drink, smoke weed and take another girl home to erase you from his mind. He definitely needed to do that, he couldn’t keep hoping for a sign from a girl that was dating one of his best friends.

He needed to think with his head… the head between his shoulders, not legs.

It was almost twelve when people started to leave, Jungkook cursed himself because he wasn’t that drunk or even a little buzzed. Maybe the best thing to do that night was to go home alone and forget everything. He decided to make an Irish goodbye, he had talked with the host and his friends for almost the entirety of the night so it was enough for him to just say goodbye to Namjoon before disappearing from the place, texting his driver so he could pick him up. Jungkook decided to wait outside, mentally thanking Taehyung and his friends for not calling the press or even paparazzis, having some privacy for the night.

There was some people outside, some of them talking and others waiting for a cab. He stopped and swallowed hard when he saw you in the corner, leaning in the wall and smoking a cigarette while looking at the street, in your own world. He clenched his hands into fists, trying with all his power to not walk towards you. He took his phone out of his pocket to look at the messages he had with his driver, he’s supposed to be there in three minutes… three minutes was nothing, he could chat with you for a moment, just to say goodbye…

He nodded confidently, thinking he was able to behave. It was time to get over with this weird obsession over you.

“You have another one?.”

He could see you tense slightly at his voice, he tried to read your face, trying to find some discomfort or emotion but he couldn’t find anything. He couldn’t read you at all and he didn’t like that.

You smiled slightly before stretching your arm to give him your own, “I don’t but we can share.”

He didn’t bother to grab the cigarette, he leaned in to smoke from your fingers, looking at you while inhaling. You didn’t look away, not afraid of his gaze or his bad flirting. When it came to being so unapologetic sexy, Jungkook was sure you didn’t realize how far advanced you were… and he was sure it wouldn’t take him long to break the promise he did to himself about not having you again.

Maybe he couldn’t behave around you.

“You’re leaving?” you nodded, smoking the last of the nicotine “. Taehyung is taking you home?.”

Jungkook knew he wasn’t, Taehyung was the host so he needed to stay to finish the event. Jungkook thought his friend was very dumb to leave you like that, all alone, like you weren’t the most beautiful girl in there, like men wouldn’t be waiting for you to be alone to hit on you, like him.

“I’m taking a cab. He has to stay ‘till closure” you shrugged.

“Well, my driver is about to arrive, let me give you a ride.”

He was waiting for you to say no, he was ready to insist, to give you any reason - true or false - so you could get in his car and have you alone with him. But you didn’t denied, you just nodded… and he wanted to jump with excitement.

“That would be great, thank you.”

“Of course” Jungkook noticed the black car parked in front of you, he didn’t miss a beat to hold your hand as an excuse to guide you to the car “. He’s here.”

He held your hand while walking to the car, opening the door so you would enter first. When he greeted the driver and you gave him your address, he knew that it was time to talk about what happened last week, it was going to be thirty-minute drive and he didn’t want to take the silence route.

“It was really fun tonight.”

Okay, the small talk route. It was something he was used to do with you.

“Yeah, Taehyung seemed really happy” he wanted to add ‘with you’ but would he looked accusingly annoyed?.

“He was” you smiled slightly.

“Are you two dating?.”

Jungkook knew he caught you by surprise, the way you moved a little uncomfortable in your seat while playing with the seat bell was cute. You nervously chuckled and he wanted to smile.

“Yes, well, not actually- I guess we’re just letting things flow.”

“Are you both exclusive?” he asked directly, trying to seemed more curious than jealous.

“We haven’t talked about it so I guess not” you scrunched your nose, thinking about it “. But we aren’t seeing other people.”

“But you almost fucked another man last week.”

You froze in your place, ogling the driver and maybe even praying that the man didn’t hear anything. Jungkook didn’t want to be so upfront, he just wanted to confirm that las week was something you wanted too, that it didn’t actually break any rules because you weren’t officially dating his friend. He wanted you so bad, he wasn’t sure that those rules even matter to him.

You were sitting next to him looking so beautiful, getting mad at him, he didn’t care, he just wanted to kiss you, he wanted to feel you. He owed you one, he wanted to make you feel good, he wanted to take Taehyung out of your mind, he wanted to hear you moan his name and make a mess for him.

“What?” you frowned and he was sure he was going to kiss you again if you kept looking at him like that.

He could tell you were uncomfortable by the fact that maybe his driver was listening, even if the car was big enough to give you space away from him, even having space to place your feet on the front seat that was mostly used to put bags or objects and even if there was some radio music playing, but he decided to give you both more privacy and space, pressing a bottom so the black window that was inside the car could separate you from the driver. Now the chauffeur couldn’t see you.

“Sorry, that was… out of line, sorry” he apologized, trying to get closer to you “. I don’t know why I said that.”

You looked away, thinking about his words. He tried not to punched himself in the face, he was so stupid, maybe now you were actually regretting what you did that day.

“It was wrong” you shook your head, he couldn’t read you, you didn’t give him anything to work with “. I don’t know why we did that but it was wrong…”

“Why?. You and Taehyung are not official so why would it be wrong?” he tried to argue.

“Because it feels like it’s something I can’t tell him” you said with obviousness “. It was wrong.”

“You don’t have to share everything with him” Jungkook said, unbuckling his belt to be able to touch you, his right hand grabbed your cheek so you would look at him “. Don’t feel guilty about it.”

“It felt wrong so it was wrong, Jungkook.”

You looked so beautiful with the moonlight hitting you for parts, the way you looked so gorgeous with that makeup and that dress… the way you were looking at him didn’t match his dirty thoughts. He didn’t wanna see you mad or worried, he wanted to see you lost in pleasure and mischievous, he wanted you to fall apart in lust, he wanted to take all your stress and break it. Why would you feel bad?, he didn’t even get to touch you and you felt bad for giving him the best head he ever had?. He knew a way he could make you feel good, he knew a way he could make you forget your worries.

Fuck Taehyung for not taking care of you, why was he letting you out of his sight every time?, why was he never taking actual care of you?. It was his fault for not having you with him 24/7, for not leaving that place with you, who care about closing and being respectful when he had a girl like you?, he should be taking you home and fucking you good not making friends and closing a stupid jazz bar. If he was that obsessed with you as he said then he should’ve been making you his girlfriend already, but no, he was taking his time with you, he was not working for you, he was not ready for you.

But Jungkook was… and he was willing to do his job.

His hand travelled to your knee without any shame, his other hand grabbing your hair with softness. Jungkook was sure that he was going to have you that day if you accepted him. He leaned closer to you. He shook his head, his fingers playing with your dress and parts of your hair.

“It felt wrong?” he whispered, his face only a few centimetres apart from yours “. But for me it felt so good. The way you were sucking my cock, choking on it, the way you were so desperate for tasting me… you know what didn’t feel good?” your eyes narrowed, he was finally able to see that you were trying to keep composure “. Not being able to touch you, not being able to make you feel good. You don’t know how much I wanted to feel you around me…”

Your breathing became heavy, your chest moving up and down faster than before, his right hand rubbed your clothed thigh slowly, his fingers felt warm even over your clothes. He could see he was making you lose your mind slowly.

“Yeah?.”

He was going to make a mess out of you.

“Yes, pretty.”

He stamped his lips in your mouth, kissing you with necessity, and for him it felt like finally waking up from a long and bad dream. Your lips were warm and you lipstick tasted like strawberry, he got hard immediately. It was like coming back to life for him, finally being able to touch you again was a relief after a long weeks of just imagining you. His hand in your head pressed you harder, trying to guide the kiss and keep you close to him. His lips moved over yours with desperation and he took his other hand to grabbed your jaw to open your mouth so he could slide his tongue inside you. It wasn’t a fight, it was mostly a rough action, he kissed you with hunger, needy. He tasted every place inside your mouth trying to memorize every part of you to keep you inside his mind forever.

Your hands were fast to touch his abs, breaking the bottoms of his vest with strength before going under his shirt. You were probably the hottest thing to ever exist. He knew he had to act before you or he would fall apart under your touch and would go another day without touching you. It was after some more minutes of making out that he pulled apart, knowing that he had little to no time to touch you before arriving to your place. He gave you a peck before kissing your jaw and neck, kissing down your body and moving slowly until he was kneeling in front of you. His heart was beating faster and his eyes were already all dark in lust. He was quickly to rolled your dress up your waist, not giving you the time to think about it or to stop him, not even giving you time to process the way you stood up real quick to give him access to do it.

He tried not to moan at the sight of you, hair messy, eyes dark, lips swollen, your legs open, your dirty underwear showing. He was sure he could come at the sight of you, he was sure he could hear you moan and that would be the end for him. He was going to make sure to hear you, he didn’t care about his driver or Taehyung, he only care to make you feel good, to make you feel the same way you made him feel the other night. He could take care of you, he wanted to show you that he was the only one that really could.

He rubbed your thighs gently before grabbing your ankles to pull your feet on to the seat, getting a full view of your panties. Now he could see your heels too, they were crystal and sharp, he gave your right ankle some soft kisses before pressing his right thumb to your clothed clit, circling it slowly and hard. You sighed with joy and he tried not to go faster, trying to enjoy every part of it, trying to engraved in his mind those cute noises you were making. He could feel the wetness in your panties growing, with his other hand he formed a V with two fingers and started rubbing the lips of your entrance, making you soaked your underwear. You were sighing so cutely, he wanted to kiss you so bad.

Jungkook couldn’t wait any longer, he grabbed your panties before sliding them down and throwing them inside his pocket. He groaned at your glistening cunt, looking ready to be eaten. His thumb pressed your clit again and you moaned at the sensation.

Oh, he could come in his pants.

“I’m gonna make you feel good, okay pretty?. I’m gonna make you forget your worries, I’ll take care of you.”

Jungkook kissed your inner thighs before sticking out his tongue to lick from your entrance to your clit, tasting you like a starve man. His eyes rolled back when he finally got what he wanted, he tried to not touch his dick and jerk off to your taste. Now this was definitely the best thing that ever happened to him, there was no way in the world that he would get you get away again, even if Taehyung wanted you he didn’t give a fuck, he was going to have you everyday if you allowed him to. His hands went to the back of your thighs to hold you in place and he went straight to suck your clit.

You threw your head back and moaned; Jungkook was finally able to read you. Lost in pleasure, getting to know what you liked, he was happy to know every part of you. Maybe he couldn’t understand you very well in a normal setting but he could definitely read you like a book when giving you head.

He buries his head between your legs, excited to be there, ready to make you feel good. His tongue flattens to move it around your clit, trying to stimulate you more. He was going crazier than before, hungrier, hornier. His teeth trying to grabbed your clit and making you moan louder at the sensation, he was going strong, he wanted you to feel his desire of making you feel good. His lips started kissing your pussy before licking your entrance with desperation, his tongue tried to reach your insides while his nose moved around your clit.

He couldn’t see you anymore, only being able to hear you while he was making out with your pussy. He was making a mess with his face, trying to drink all your juices and making you feel good. He wanted to see you shaking, making a mess for him, he wanted to see you fall apart and not being able to take more, he didn’t want to give you mercy, he wanted to being the only one to make you come hard, to make you cry of pleasure.

He went back to your clit, sucking with more vigor now, wanting more every time. Your hands grabbed his head, pulling his hair harder and closer to your core to look for more. He moans at your desperation, looking to come undone, he could swear he was about to come untouched. He sucked your clit harder and faster and your legs wrapped around his head to keep him in place. He could feel your building, your thighs pressing his head strongly, you jolt and squeal under his mouth, feeling your orgasm closer and closer.

“Fuck!- Jungkook…”

You came hard, your thighs began to spasm slightly and your vision became blurred. The tension in your core coming undone and your mouth becoming dry. You closed your eyes to take your time to come back to reality.

Jungkook didn’t stop.

He was to into it to stop, he tried to drink all of your juices, too pussy drunk to even think of your overstimulation, too drunk at the sound of you moaning his name to even think about other thing that wasn’t making you scream his name again, this time crying. You whined when he continued licking your cunt and he moaned on your clit, the little noise you made making him even harder, he swore he was able to come untouched by only listening to your cute little sounds and eating you out.

You grabbed his hair to pull him away, complaining at the overstimulation. He lifted his head to look at you, his mouth and jaw covered in your juices, his lips red and swollen, his eyes dark and hungry… he wasn’t done yet. He pushed your hand away from his hair before going back in. There was no way in hell he wasn’t going to lick you clean. He wasn’t going to let you go away that easy, you had maybe ten minutes left before arriving to your house, he could make you come again, he was sure of it.

“Too much” you whimpered.

And your fucked up voice was more motivation for him, It was everything.

Did Taehyung make you feel that way too?, did he ever make you come undone like that?, he didn’t think he did if you were still looking for something else. If Taehyung was making you come like that then maybe you wouldn’t be letting him taste you like this. He wanted to show his friend that this time he took good care of you, that he could take care of you much more better than him.

He moved his right hand to your entrance, ready to make you come again in less than five minutes. You were dripping all over his car, seat and jaw, he didn’t have to make you more wet to fuck you with his fingers, you were ready. He thought that you might be the hottest woman ever, the way you didn’t care to ruin his car, the way you didn’t care if the driver heard your moans, the way you were letting him take care of you. He was going to make sure to fuck you the right way so you would never look for someone else, not even Taehyung. Did he feel guilty?, maybe, but that guilt was an aphrodisiac, making everything even hotter.

He pushed his middle finger inside you, feeling your warm and wetness, he moaned at the sensation, thinking how his cock would feel inside you, how you would feel around him, how you would take him so well, so tight and so good… he was salivating at that thought.

He didn’t wait to put another finger inside you, fucking you hard and fast, making you sobbed when he was able to touch that spongy spot. You were so overstimulated, so out of it. You bit your lower lip trying not to whined when his mouth wrapped around your clit again. He watched your eyes formed tears while looking at him so fucked up. His other hand travelled to his pants, moaning at finally having some friction. He was quick to unbuckle his pants and moving his boxer to the side so he could touch himself. He knew he was going to come fast, the view he had of you was more than enough.

He was fucking you with his fingers, sucking your clit with exasperation and jerking off while looking at you cry. He was sure this was the best thing ever, nothing would be the same after this, no other person could make him feel that hot, that obsessed, that fucked up… The way your tears were falling down your cheeks, the way your legs were shaking, the sound of your pussy getting fucked, the taste of your orgasm, your swollen lips, your makeup ruined, you were perfect. There was nothing else, nobody else, this was perfect.

He collected your juices with his other hand to have some kind of lube to touch himself better, his hand moved up and down slowly over his cock before going faster, pre cum already leaving his tip. His fingers going in and out of you with strength, his tongue moved around your clit before sucking it hard one last time. You sobbed, your walls clenched around his fingers and you pushed his head harder between your legs when your orgasm hit you like a train. He smirked at your fucked up state, looking at you like you were some kind of goddess. His orgasm didn’t take too much to hit him too, spilling everything inside his underwear, too horny to even take it off or pull it down.

He didn’t care much about your state, diving back to lick you clean. He couldn’t get enough of you, his tongue tried to avoid your clit to give you some rest while drinking the rest of your juices. It took you some minutes to come back to reality and having strength to grab his hair to move him away from you. You looked at him, makeup ruined and heavy breathing, he thought you looked better that way, too dumb up to even see the mess you were. He knew he was a mess too, his lips swollen, his eyes red, his jaw and lips with your juices, he was so drunk of you, and he was sure he could take more if you wanted him to.

“You’re crazy.”

“About you.”

He giggled, not knowing how he got the strength to pushed himself to sit next to you before grabbing your jaw to kiss you. You moaned in his mouth, tasting yourself on his lips. You tried to back down but he didn’t let you, he wanted you to taste yourself, he wanted you to see why he was so intoxicated by you, why he was ready to go down on you again if you wanted. His hands grabbed your hair with exasperation and his tongue slipped into your mouth, kissing you like he needed you to breathe. Kissing after eaten you out was the best, he couldn’t believe how he didn’t like it before, maybe he only liked doing it with you.

He wanted to smile, last week he was tasting his own cum in your mouth and now you were tasting yours in his.

Jungkook was ready to make you feel good again but he also wanted to just kiss you, your lips felt so good against his, he didn’t want you to leave him yet.

If he asked you right now, would you go home with him?.

“Mr. Jeon, we’re here.”

Shit.

this might be borderline yandere lmao

hope u liked it;;; you guys want part3?? so i just made a taglist let me know if u wanna be on it >_<

taglist:

@bhonbhon @nctma15 @songbyeonkim @mrspotatas @kae143 @spideyjimin @ttanniett @emmie2308 @rrosiitas @kooklovesu @sublimeoperapatrolpickle @haru-jiminn @inhoswifee @hennessysthings

[moonstruckme]

i recently started following you and i absolutely love your writing! you have such great talent!

no pressure at all and feel free to scream at me if this is out of your boundaries (i read ur guidelines so it shouldn’t be but you never know). I’m curious if you could write reader with literally anyone, just in denial that they like them. like she used to go out with really shifty guys and is just appalled that this person actually likes them

(this definitely isn’t self-indulgent at all….)

Thanks for requesting baby! (I would never scream at you lmao) I did this with dealer Eddie, hope that's alright :)

cw: weed, mention of transactional sex

dealer!Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

Eddie’s grinning big when he opens the door to his trailer. He takes off his headphones, hanging them around his neck. You can hear Black Sabbath still playing from the speakers. 

“Hey.” His voice has a slightly raspy quality to it, and you wonder if he’s been singing or smoking. “You lookin’ for a fix, pretty?” 

You grasp the strap of your bag self-consciously, forcing a bouncy “yep” past your lips. Eddie’s got a way of saying things that makes you feel awkward and flighty, like your heart might lurch right out of your ribcage at any moment. It should be routine by now, but you’ll probably never get over it. 

Eddie only nods and opens the door further, inviting you in. He sets a hand on your back as you go by, and you try not to look as shy as the touch makes you feel. 

“Same as usual?” 

“Yeah, thanks.” You lean against the counter while he crosses the room to the drawer where he keeps his stash. 

You’ve been coming to Eddie for years now. You weren’t exactly friends in high school but you were always friendly, and every time you leave his place you’re freshly shocked by the realization that you actually really like him. You appreciate that he keeps it business. Well, as business as anything can be with Eddie. Flirting is just part of the package, but he doesn’t try to smoke your stuff after he sells it to you and doesn’t seem to expect anything other than money in return. Shitty as it sounds, a dealer like that can be hard to come by in your experience.

“I’ve been missing you, sweet thing,” he says, taking out a big zip lock bag of bud and a smaller one to portion yours into. “Thought you might’ve found someone else to keep you happy.” 

You don’t respond for a second, and Eddie’s head tilts up from where he’s picking through the bag, eyebrows going up in intrigue.

“I was seeing this guy for awhile,” you say, looking sideways out the window. “He got pre-rolls from someone else, and he’d let me have them sometimes.” 

“Well shit, I can roll for you if it’ll keep you coming over.” 

You look at Eddie in surprise. He grins at you, jutting his chin towards the couch. 

“Sit down, I’ll get you set up.” 

“You don’t have to do that,” you say. 

“Gotta keep my favorite customer happy, don’t I?” You don’t move, and his smile softens into something more genuine. “It’s no problem, just sit down. Tell me about this guy. Does he treat you right?” 

You follow directions, going to sit on the less saggy and dingy-looking of the couch cushions while Eddie bends over the counter across from you. “Not really,” you say indifferently. As if thinking about it doesn’t send a dull ache blooming through your middle. “We aren’t together anymore.” 

Eddie glances up at you, something odd flitting across his expression. “That sucks,” he says bluntly. “I’m sorry. I mean, it sounds like he sucked, so I guess I’m not sorry that it’s over even if I’m sorry that you’re sad. Are you sad?” 

A little laugh startles out of you. “Not really,” you say, and it’s halfway to honest. You’d been sad to break up with him, but Eddie is right; he sucked. You’re not really sad it’s over either. 

“Good.” He nods, appeased. “Thought I’d have to go beat someone up or something.” 

You snort, and Eddie’s mouth drops open in offense. He looks back down at the roll, sticking his tongue in his cheek as he shakes his head.

“Feels like you’re not taking my threat of vengeance super seriously.” 

“No, I am,” you laugh. “I am, it’s just—you don’t seem like someone who wins a ton of fights.” 

“Ah!” He clutches a fist over his heart, looking at you in absolute betrayal. “So little faith! I’ve fought worse monsters than your jilted beaux, okay?” 

You roll your eyes. “I’m guessing it’s a little different in real life than in your game.” 

Eddie pauses for a half a second, and you wonder if you’ve gone too far in your teasing, but then he bends back over the table, bringing the paper to his mouth. “Right.” He runs his tongue quickly across the roll. “Well, anyway, I have a spear in my garage if you want me to give it a try.” 

You smile at the thought of Eddie jabbing his (in your imagination, plastic and nerdy) spear at your most recent ex. 

“Thanks, but I think I’m good,” you say. 

He shrugs. “Your loss. I’d have taken off my shirt for the battle, but I guess you’ll have to get that show another time.” 

You laugh, crossing your legs as he starts on another roll. “Hey, you don’t actually have to roll all this,” you say. “I won’t stop coming to you.” 

“I don’t mind it,” he replies, packing the next with easy, practiced movements. “Unless you’re in a rush or something. Do you have to go?” 

“No, I’m…I’m good.” You’ve never spent this long at Eddie’s place before. It’s usually that you show up, he gives you a bag, you pay, and you leave. You’ve never taken much time to survey the trailer, the way Eddie moves around the cramped furniture with such ease or the way the windows let in just enough light to make his skin look softer and his eyes browner. “You can leave half of it, though, if that’s okay. I’ve still got a bowl at home.” 

“Whatever you want.” He keeps his focus downward, ringed fingers moving carefully. “You know, I’ve actually kind of missed having you come around.” 

“You said that already.” You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, smiling even though he’s not looking. “I told you I’ll keep coming back, Eddie, you don’t have to butter me up.” 

His gaze flicks to you, eyebrows rising on his forehead. “I’m not,” he says.

Something about his tone has the hairs raising on the back of your neck. You keep intentionally still as a slight chill goes through you. 

“I like hanging out with you.” He shrugs, looking back at his roll. “Would you want to hang out again soon?” 

You hesitate. “I…don’t think I’ll be needing any more for a bit.” 

“Well, ideally you wouldn’t be here to buy.” 

For a second, you’re confused, and then realization and dread collide in your gut with enough force to make you nauseous. The disappointment is more potent than either of them. 

“Oh.” Maybe Eddie isn’t so different from the other dealers you’ve had after all. “Um, I just feel like I’ve always paid in cash…” 

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow, and then his entire face contorts. “Christ—no.” He drops the finished roll, holding up his palms as if to ward you off. “Not that! Ew—I mean—” His hands go to his head. “—not ew, like you’re not ew, I just—gah.” He drops his head back, and his fingers disappear into his hair, making fists. He looks almost pained. “I like you. Like, I’m not trying to have sex with you right now. Not that sex wouldn’t be cool—we could if you wanted to—but that’s not what I’m getting at.” 

He blows out a big breath, hands dropping to his knees, and looks you in the eye. 

“Can we just forget about the weed for a second?” he asks, sounding nearly desperate. “I’m trying to ask you on a date. Not to get you to fuck me for drugs.” Your mouth drops open, but Eddie keeps going. “And if you don’t want to go out, that’s totally cool. Very respectable, honestly. It doesn’t have to affect anything.” He presses his lips together. “I didn’t mean to say you were ew. I’m sorry.” 

You’re too shell-shocked to even laugh. You have whiplash. But now he’s looking at you with his big eyes all expectant, and you feel like you have to say something. 

“A date?” you ask. 

“Uh, yeah.” He leans against the counter, looking a bit awkward but somehow all the more endearing for it. “Like, to the arcade or maybe dairy queen or something—I don’t know, you can pick.” 

“And you…don’t want to have sex.” 

“I don’t not want to have sex,” he clarifies. “But, uh, we don’t have to at all. Like, only if you want to, and definitely not if you think it’s some sort of…” Eddie winces “...transaction.” 

You nod slowly, and now there’s a smile tugging persistently at your lips. “That sounds good,” you say. “The date part.” 

“Yeah?” His head picks up. “Really?”

You smile. “Yeah. Are you sure?” 

“Am I sure?” Eddie guffaws. “Yeah, I’m pretty fucking sure. I’m getting a much better deal here. But no take-backs,” he says quickly, and his grin widens when you laugh. “Are you free tomorrow?” 

“Um, yeah.” You think for a second, nodding. “Yeah, I’ve got nothing tomorrow.” 

“Great.” Eddie presses his lips together like he’s trying to contain the full scope of his smile. He pushes his fingers into the countertop. “Okay, forget everything from today. I’m gonna be such a fucking gentleman when I pick you up tomorrow, you probably won’t even recognize me.”

[dumblilb]

I KNEW THEN

Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

(Synopsis: You have loved Ellie since the moment she moved to Jackson. You just didn’t know it at the time. Inspired by Graceland Too by Phoebe Bridgers.)

(Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, smut with way to much backstory lmao, switch!Ellie, switch!reader, oral (reader and Ellie receiving), fingering, friends to lovers, tlou!au, smoking weed, cursing, fluff)

(Words: 3,6k)

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You had been in Jackson about a year before Ellie had showed up. So when her and Joel moved in next door, your parents practically shoved you out of the house to go invite them to dinner.

You knocked on the door messing with the hem of your shirt. Till it swung open and a scruffy looking man stood in front of you.

“H-hello.” You stuttered out.

“Hi there.” Joel says and you muster up your best smile.

“I live next door and me and my parents were wondering if you guys would like to come over for dinner?” You explain. You can tell the man is tired and you expect him to say no. But he gives a polite grin and nods.

“What time?” He asks and your face lights up.

“Six.” You smile.

“See you then.” He says and shuts the door as you walk off. You couldn’t help but feel giddy at the thought of him bringing the new girl in town over. You had seen her a few months back when they first found tommy. She was walking with Maria in town and you had bumped into them. The girl took a knife out of her pocket and held it to face you. You were so startled you fell back onto the snow covered floor.

“Ellie there’s no need for that.” Maria says and the girl lowers the knife as Maria helps you up.

“Sorry y/n.” She apologizes. And you dust your clothes off.

“It’s fine. I should have been watching where I was going.” You say as the girl next to her just stared at you. She had really pretty green eyes and freckles covering her frosty cheeks.

“Y/n this is Ellie. She’s a friend of Tommy’s brother.” Maria explains and you stick out a hand to shake. She looks at you funny but returns the gesture.

“Nice to meet you, I guess.” She says and you just smile ignoring that last bit.

“You too.” You say and they continue to walk leaving you to stare at the auburn haired girl.

You hadn’t been able to forget her since. She just seemed so cool and grown up compared to you. Even though you found out from your mom when they moved in that she’s the same age as you.

So as you ran home you thought of all the stuff you needed to do to get ready for tonight. You wanted her to like you.

You went into your room and shut the door loudly behind you. You stood in front of the mirror wondering if you should change your hairstyle up, or if you should put on some perfume. You changed your shirt twice and ended up laying on your bed, annoyed at the way your jeans fit, when your mom walked in.

“Are they coming over?” She asks taking in your newly messy room.

“Yeah at 6.” You say and she smiles.

“You better clean up then. What if she wants to see your room.” She teases you and you shoot up right. Looking around at the clothes scattered on your floor and the mess displayed on your vanity. You gasp internally. ‘Oh no’ is all you could think before you started to pile clothes into your hands and rush them to the laundry. Your mom just laughs before going to set the table. You finish up and rush to put on your earrings as you hear a knock at the door.

You dash past your parents and open it up. At first you only see Joel, who moves inside to greet your parents, which finally gives you a good view of her. She looked different than when you last saw her. Not really in appearance, but her demeanor. She seemed some how even more reserved. She had her hands in her pocked and a tired look on her face. All the work you had done lost all meaning in a mater of seconds and you felt humiliated realizing she probably wouldn’t care at all what you had done to look good, or how nice your room looked. But you mustered up the courage to give her a smile.

“Hi.” You say your voice almost cracking.

“Hi…” She says awkwardly. You move aside letting her in. She looks around as she gravitates towards Joel. Him and your parents notice this so as you shut the door your mom says-

“Why don’t you girls go hang out in y/n’s room as we finish up dinner.” Your heart drops as you stare at her wide eyed. Ellie just sighs and Joel nudges her in an attempt at getting her to be polite. You nervously lead the girl to your door and walk in. She stared at your posters that adorn your walls and the books and comics piled up by your bed.

“You wanna sit?” You ask motioning to the bed. She just shrugs and takes a seat. You doing the same.

“So uh, you like comics?” She asks breaking the silence and you look up at her.

“Oh yeah, I have a little collection. You like um too?” You smile and she nods.

“Yeah I had some but I couldn’t bring them to Jackson.” She says a little more comfortable than before.

“You can borrow some of mine. I’ve reread them like a hundred times so they could use some fresh eyes.” You say and she lights up.

“That would be really cool, thanks.” She says giving you a smile. It’s the first time you had seen her smile. Your stomach flipped at the sight. She was so pretty.

“So uh, do you like music?” You say and she nods enthusiastically. You spent the rest of the night getting to know each other. Talking about your interest and favorite things to do. You found out she really liked space and drawing. And you vowed to show her your favorite movies. You both were laying on your bed reading one of your comics in very loud and dramatic display when your mom knocked on the door opening it up.

“Dinner.” She says and can’t help but smile at the big grins on both of your faces.

Dinner at your respective houses became a weekly thing. And quickly a deep friendship was made. You were together all the time. You would sleep over in her garage all the time. To the point that you practically had your own drawer in her dresser. When you got old enough Maria had you and Ellie paired together on patrols. Ellie hated it. Not that she had to do them, but the fact that you got hurt so often. You’d never forget your first day. It was snowing and your feet hurt from the hours of walking in the heavy boots.

“Stay behind me okay.” She smiled moving some of your hair out of your face. You nodded and followed her around the corner towards a broken down fence. She was about to climb through when you both heard noise behind you. An infected was running straight for you. Ellie had spent weeks teaching you how to shoot. But it all seemed to slip your mind. You shot at it a few times before it tackled you to the ground. You grabbed a large rock that was next to you and tried to bash its head, but it was no use. Ellie ripped it off you stabbing it multiple times in the head. Blood splattered across her face as she did it. It fell dead to the ground and you looked up at her. The deep red lay against her frosty pale skin making your stomach flip. She kneeled in front of you and wiped away some that got on your cheek.

You had always thought Ellie was pretty. It never seemed weird to you. But in this moment you realized pretty wasn’t a good way to describe her anymore. It seemed too juvenile. Something any best friend would say. She was beautiful. When she looked at you it was almost polarizing. As she gave you a hand your grip trembled. Ellie would convince herself you were just scared after what just happened. But you knew it was the way she held on for a little too long after you got up that had your knees weak.

“Are you okay?” She asks rubbing your shoulders.

“Yeah, I’m okay…”You say not breaking eye contact.

From that day on you couldn’t help but notice little things about her. Like how she rested her hand on your waist when you would order for her at the tipsy bison. Or how she would kiss your forehead before leaving on a patrol you weren’t assigned on. Or how she was so protective of you when it came to the men in town. Little did she know they wouldn’t have a chance if they wanted one.

Ellie noticed things about you too. Like how you make sure to give her a compliment everyday. Or how you can’t help but cuddle up with her when you sleep over. Half the time leaving her aching as you sleep on her chest. Knowing it’s as close as she’s ever gonna get to what she wishes. She’s known how she’s felt about you since the first day she got here. You were just so gorgeous. It made her super nervous, so when you were so nice to her she couldn’t believe it. You began to get so close that she felt almost disgusted with how much she liked you. She even tried to date a little over the years to get over it. She dated this girl named cat who covered up her scars with a large tattoo on her forearm. But she knew that wouldn’t work out when all she could think about was how excited she was to show it to you.

The day of your 19th birthday you and a few friends went to the bar to do makeshift karaoke. Your parents, Joel, Tommy, and Maria all sat at a table in the back laughing at the sight in front of them. You and Ellie danced around like children as Dina and Jesse sang a horrible rendition of my heart will go on. When they finished up you got up and grabbed the guitar you borrowed from Joel. You start to strum and they all sit down.

You start to sing. At first all you could focus on was where you were putting your fingers. Knowing you weren’t as good as Ellie or Joel. But as you got farther into the song you looked up from the strings and at her. Whenever you heard this song you thought of her. You thought of her voice and how her skin feels against yours. You thought of how much she’s gone through and how many times she been your personal defender. You thought about how no matter what you did she was always the first and last thought you had each day. She consumed you. All you could do was stare at her as the words left you lips.

“Said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment. Ate a sleeve of saltines on my floor, and I knew then.

I would do anything you want me to.

I would do anything for you. I would do anything, I would do anything. Whatever you want me to do, I will do.

Whatever she wants, whatever she wants.

Whatever she wants

Whatever she wants

I will do anything

I will do anything

Whatever she wants

Whatever she wants…..”

The air felt thick as you both looked at each other. The others clapped and you got up walking towards her. You said nothing. Not one word. You just took a seat next to her and watched the next performance. She gripped your hand. Tight. And she didn’t let go till you got to her place that night.

You sat on her couch with a joint between your fingers and her legs entangled with yours. She ran her fingers down your thigh as she looked at you. She was humming the song you sang as you let out a puff of smoke.

You had shared endless nights like this. But the feeling that only can be described as understanding roamed through the air. You were terrified. Cause you couldn’t hold it in any longer. You turned to face her, just taking the moment in. She had changed into an old t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. Her hair was half tied up. And as she took the joint from your fingers to her lips, the sight of them parting made you squirm in your seat. She let out the smoke and you finally spoke up.

“Ellie.”

“Yeah?”

“I want you to know something.” You say and she hold your hand on hers.

“What’s up?” She says trying to play it cool. She can’t remember the last time she found anyone as beautiful as she found you right now.

“I- I think I’ve liked you from the day I met you.” You say in almost a whisper, causing her to chuckle nervously.

“I would hope so. We’re kinda best friends.” She jokes and you hold her hand tighter.

“Ellie. I’ve loved you since the day I met you.” You finally let out without falter. She went tense. But her face softened. You look at her trying to read her mind. You rub the back of her hand with your thumb. Causing her to shiver. She finally lets out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding in. And she smiled. She put her hand out to caress your cheek.

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear that.” She breathes causing you to let out a small giggle.

She moves her hand to the base of your neck. Pulling you towards her.

“Im glad. Cause you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” You whisper and gently press your lips to hers. She grins into the kiss as you run your fingers from her hands to her arms. Moving to where she’s slightly on top of you, she separates slowly. Placing small kisses around your face. You place one last kiss to her lips before you pulled her up to go lay down.

“I’ve gotta say this is probably my favorite sleep over we have ever had.” She smirks and you push her shoulder.

“You better shut up or I’m going home.” You threaten. Small laughs leaving your lips.

“Oh yeah sure. I bet you think the stuffed bear on your bed kisses better than me too.” She smiles now hovering over you. Her knees on either side of your hips as she kisses down your neck.

You grip her hips tightly messing with the hem of her shirt. Sliding your thumbs into the waistband of her boxers you tug a little causing her to nip harder at you neck. She stops for a second to remove her shirt. Causing you to stare up at her in awe.

You wrap your arms under hers and glide your fingers down her bare back.

“You’re so beautiful.” You mutter causing a pink tint to coat her cheeks. You pull her down and start to kiss a line down her chest. Returning the favor she had done to your neck. She lets out a shaky breath gripping your shirt in her hands. She pulls it off of you slowly to let the feeling of your lips linger on her skin a little longer.

“Fuck..” she whispers. A hot feeling pooling in her stomach as she looks down at your chest. She places her hand on your skin rubbing the plush of your tits softly with her thumb, making your head lean back at the feeling. Your hands rest in her hair as she leans in connecting her mouth to one. Her tongue massages the area causing you to let out a soft moan. A hand travels down to try and remove your pajama shorts. So you lift your hips to help her. Grinding into her slightly causing her to groan.

She traveled down your body leaving sloppy pecks to your skin as she goes. She thumbs the damp era of your underwear.

“Hmm.” She sounds and you look down at her. “Can I-“

“Please.” You say. Urgency in your voice.

She lowers herself to place her nose to your clothed core and she breathes in deep causing you to gasp at her actions. She tugs at the fabric helping you get it off you legs. Leaving kisses down and back up your inner thighs as she goes. Spreading you open with her fingers she plays with your folds painfully slow. Neglecting your clit on purpose just to hear you whine.

“Ellie-“

“Shhhh…” she whispers placing her lips to your cunt leaving small kisses the the area. The vibrations of her statement making you close your eyes.

She dips her tongue in grazing it up your slit. And gently sucking on your sensitive bud. You groan loudly making her grip your hips harder. Begging to move quicker she massages the area, making you grind into her face. You grip the messy bed sheets tightly as she brings a hand to slowly insert a finger into your cunt.

She moves at a delicate pace looking up at you. Your face was contorted in pleasure as you let out a moan. Your skin was starting to glisten from sweat and each time you thrust towards her, your chest would bounce. A wet spot was forming in her boxers from the sight. Your knuckles were white as you gripped her sheets. But as she moved slightly one of your hand released its grip and found a new place in her hair. Tugging slightly to direct her where you needed. She complied happily. The feeling of you clenching as she added another finger almost being enough to make her finish herself.

“Ellie don’t stop… I’m gonna…” You barley get out as she pumps her fingers in you rapidly. Running circles on your clit with her tongue as she goes. Your head rolls back as you place your other hand to palm your chest pinching yourself as a wave of release washed over your body. Letting out a string of curses as she lets you ride out your high removing her fingers. Happily cleaning you up with mouth. She kisses up your chest to your cheeks using her thumb to open your lips, she places the fingers she was just using to them. Letting you taste yourself.

“You did so good.” She smiles softly as she places a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m not done.” You say sitting up and flipping her on her back, causing her to look up at you in shock.

“It’s my turn. Whatever you want.” You smile sweetly leaving small kisses to her cheeks as you straddle her hips, locking her down.

“All I’ve ever wanted is you.” She whispers holding your face softly in her palms. Bringing you in for a kiss. It was needy. Like she was making up for lost time. Years of pent up frustration letting itself out in this moment.

You separate for a second to pull off her boxers. You notice the soaked spot but don’t say anything. Like it was a little secret all for yourself. You liked knowing that you had the same affect on her as she did for you.

You gripped her legs pulling her closer to the edge of the bed as you got down bedside it on your knees. You hoisted her thighs over your shoulder.

“God you’re so hot.” You groan as you run your palm down her toned abdomen. When you place your mouth on her slit you swear you hear her whimper out your name. She thrusts slightly on your face. Causing you to hold her down tighter. You start to move your tongue over her clit in small up and down motions, making tension build in her. You could tell she wanted to move quicker so you let her do just that. She used your face like a toy as you assisted her hips in ridding your tongue. She brought a hand down to play with her clit as you inserted your tongue in and out of her heat.

“You feel so fucking good.” She stammers out as you move her hand and replace the sensation with your lips suctioning the area and your fingers plunging in her. A loud groan escapes her lips. She couldn’t help but lean forward a little to watch you. You take notice to this and hover over her. Kissing her neck slowly. Her fingers grip your hair as your fingers continue to fill her walls. Your palm rubbing her puffy clit in the process. She becomes louder, letting out a string of curses her hips turn restless as you add another finger curling up slightly to hit her spot.

You can feel her clench around you tightly as her legs twitch. You feel her release. Cumming on your fingers making you smile against her. Kissing down her body, You remove your fingers with a steady motion. Licking her clean you drag it up to press your chest against hers. You leaned into the crook of her neck as she breathed heavily. Her chest moving up and down, mimicking yours.

You both got comfortable heads resting on her pillows as she connects her lips to yours. You feel something wet on your cheek and separate to look at her. She had small tears in the corners of her eyes. You brought your hand to caress her as she pulls you in tight, clinging to your body.

“Why are you crying?” You ask softly kissing away a tear that threatened to fall.

“I’m just so happy. I wish it wouldn’t have taken us this long to get here.” She sighs nuzzling her head in your chest with a big grin.

“Me too. Im so glad I have you.” You say running your fingers through her roots as she falls asleep in your arms. With a smile resting on her features.

[n30n-l1ghts]

Riding this high with you by my side

Akihiko Sanada x Gn!Stoner!Reader

Genre: Smut Summary: Akihiko gets curious and decides to smoke with you for the first time, things escalate and fun ensues ;)

Words: 4,973

Tw:// Smoking weed (obviously), lots of cursing, Aki jokingly calls reader a brat, riding, oral (m receiving), cum swallowing, reader has no prep, power bottom reader, raw dogging (THIS IS FICTION, WEAR CONDOMS PEOPLE), belly bulge, overstim kind of, begging (Aki), dubcon (they're both high, but I think that still technically counts as dubcon), Aki cums inside reader multiple times, Aki gets milked like a cow, poor boy is just so sensitive :(

for the sake of plot convenience we're not gonna worry about how reader somehow never gets in massive trouble for smoking in the dorms lmao

Petnames used: For reader:babe, baby, darlin' For Aki: babe, baby, darlin', dork (does that count? I think it counts)

A/N: This is fully self indulgent and I have no shame in admitting that. This isn't proof read at all, and there's not really much plot in this. Also, I'm not dead! This is my first actual post in like a year, I am so so sorry, life has had me in a fucking chokehold 😭😭😭 no reader pronouns are used and reader's genitals are not specified at all.

Cross posted on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57984556

Akihiko was pretty used to you smoking in your dorm room maybe once a week. He could smell it when it clung to your clothes and taste it on your lips when you kissed. Though strangely, he found he didn't mind it. No, in fact it made him curious.

It took him a bit to finally ask you about it, his curiosity getting the better of him, and that was how you both had ended up here. Sitting on the bed in your dorm room, silver eyes curiously watching your every move as you rolled a couple joints.

Akihiko watched in awe. Your movements were so practiced, it was as if it was second nature to you. He found it almost impressive how efficiently yet casually you were preparing the joint. In a way, it was almost relaxing to watch you work so easily.

His silver gaze remained on your hands as you worked, and his expression was somewhere between fascination and mild surprise. He watched with an almost dumbfounded smile on his lips.

"Ta-da!"

You said triumphantly after you had a couple joints made and ready, grabbing a lighter from the bedside table.

"You wanna go first or do you want me to go first?"

He was snapped out of his daze by the sound of your voice. Akihiko smiled sheepishly as he realized he had completely lost himself for a moment there. He shook his head slightly, and thought about your question. He didn't want to seem like an idiot if he did something wrong on his own, so...

"You first, that way I can see how it's done." 

He said, his smile softening as he spoke.

"It's just like smoking a cigarette, really."

You said with a shrug, holding it up to your lips, pinching it between your thumb and forefinger as you lit the larger end. You breathed in for a few beats, holding it in a bit before exhaling a puff of smoke upwards, your shoulders visibly relaxing slightly at the first hit. You then held it out for Akihiko to take, your arm extended to the side.

"Your turn babe."

"Of course it is."

Akihiko mumbled in a slightly sarcastic tone, watching as you hit from the joint like it was no big deal. He was honestly impressed just by the way you inhaled and exhaled the smoke. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but you seemed so much more relaxed after just your first hit.

His hand reached out to gently take the joint from you, fingertips brushing for a brief moment as you gave it to him. He brought the joint to his lips, and breathed in the smoke himself.

Your eyes raked over his figure as he did, looking almost sort of mesmerized by him as he hit. You watched intently, taking in his every expression. The way he looked when he was smoking was nearly ethereal, the mannerisms so uncharacteristic for him, and yet they still felt so right.

He held the smoke in his lungs for a moment, feeling how it spread through his body like a warm, gentle wave. He held his breath for a few more moments, before suddenly breathing the smoke out through his mouth. Once the last bits of smoke were gone, his breath became slightly shaky as he exhaled, and the teen let out a few small coughs as the sensation started to take effect. It was... Pleasantly strange to say the least. And the mild burning sensation in his throat didn't hurt either, it was kind of... Nice, in an odd way.

His gaze drifted over to meet yours once more

Akihiko's expression softened as he saw your reaction, as if inspecting him through a microscope. A small, lopsided smile formed on his lips, as he held the joint between his fingers.

With a chuckle, he brought the rolled up paper to his lips once more, and took another hit, then holding the smoke in his lungs for a few moments before slowly exhaling, keeping his gaze on you all the while. He chuckled before speaking up.

"You're staring, you know..."

After a couple beats you snapped out of it, shaking your head and blinking a couple times.

"Yeah, sorry- sorry, that was just way, way hotter than I expected it to be."

As soon as you spoke up, Akihiko's mild smile gained a hint of smugness at your words. He chuckled, the sound amused as he held the joint between his fingers still. He took one final hit before handing it back to you.

"Oh? You like me smoking, huh?"

 He teased, the smirk on his lips getting a bit wider at your reaction. He tilted his head, looking at you with a raised eyebrow, clearly amused at the sight.

"What can I say, it's a picture I never thought I'd see, but god damn am I glad I did."

You let out a small chuckle before taking a long hit of your own, the smell starting to permeate throughout the room stronger than before (it already smelled a bit like weed when they walked in).

Akihiko let out a hum, a sense of satisfaction at your words. It was... Nice to get such a reaction from you. He wasn't sure exactly why, maybe it was just the drugs messing with his mind making him a bit more sensitive to praise. The teen leaned back, letting his body drop back onto the bed.

He laid there, his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes as he let the high overtake him slowly. A soft sigh escaped his lips, and he started mumbling.

"This feels... Pretty nice..."

"Doesn't it?"

You laid down beside him, taking one more deep hit before passing it back to Akihiko, the familiar feeling of your body getting heavier and your mind getting fuzzier already starting to set in.

Akihiko's senses were also starting to get a bit dulled, and he was growing much more relaxed after his first few hits. He let out a hum in agreement, slowly opening his eyes as he felt the bed dip beside him.

He took the joint as it was handed back to him, bringing it to his lips as he took another hit, this time holding the smoke in for a few more seconds before he breathed out. A low, satisfied sigh escaped from his lips as the high started to take over more.

"Hey... There's somethin' 've always wanted to try. You're ever heard of shotgunnin'?"

You asked, your words a tad bit slurred and lazy.

His eyelids fluttered slightly from the drug starting to take full effect, but Akihiko's gaze still met yours as you spoke to him. He slowly exhaled another low sigh as he shook his head in answer to your question.

"I've never heard of it, no..." He replied, his voice low and slightly drawn out. He raised an eyebrow slightly, looking rather intrigued at the idea.

"What is it?"

"It's where I breathe out the smoke 'n you breathe it in. 's like a way sexier version of a kiss."

A tinge of pink started to appear on Akihiko's cheeks at the explanation, and a small smile formed on his lips at the realization. He let out another low hum, and laid there silently for a few seconds, clearly considering it.

Finally, he spoke up, his tone even more casual than it usually was.

"That sounds... Surprisingly nice. Pretty hot, actually. Go for it."

You hummed in response, propping yourself up to straddle Akihiko with your legs caging either side of his hips before taking the joint back. Akihiko's hands instinctively went to your hips as you straddled him, and without thinking he started to caress you gently with his thumbs. He looked up at you, the pink in his cheeks growing slightly more prominent.

He silently watched as you brought the joint to your lips and breathed in, and he waited for you silently.

You took a long drag, letting the familiar itch of the smoke flood your lungs, keeping it there for a moment before leaning down and bringing your lips to his, breathing out the smoke directly into his mouth. And the first thing you noticed was just how much better his lips tasted and felt when you were all tingly like this.

Akihiko let out a small gasp as he felt your lips against his, but he quickly closed his eyes, savoring the strange sensation of smoke as it entered his mouth and then his lungs, a pleasant taste of the weed combined with your own taste. Your lips really did taste better when he was feeling so light-headed from the high, the plush skin molding so perfectly as though the two of you were built from the ground up to slot together like puzzle pieces.

A small shiver ran down his spine as you pulled away, instantly missing your touch, He laid there quietly for a good few seconds before he was forced to breathe again. More small clouds of smoke escaped his mouth, mixing together in the air between them.

"God damn that was hot."

He mumbled after he pulled back, taking one last deep hit from the almost entirely burnt out joint. He put it out on the ashtray on your bedside table as he breathed out the huff of smoke from between his parted lips.

You let out a soft chuckle at his comment, the pink on your own cheeks darkening slightly as you nodded in agreement and let a small huff of breath out.

"That was... Unbelievably hot..." 

He commented again, his own words slow and drawn out from the effects of the drug, and clearly a tad bit more honest than usual. He still had his hands on your hips as you sat on top of him, gently grazing the soft skin with his fingers.

You quickly bent back down, pressing gentle kisses to his cheek, then his jawline, tracing down to his neck with the feather light pecks. He was just so incredibly irresistible like this, laying so pretty beneath you with his messy hair and lidded grey eyes.

As you leaned down, Akihiko instinctively tilted his head to the side slightly to give you more room to kiss his neck. His breath hitched softly at the feeling of each gentle kiss, and he couldn’t help but let small sighs and quiet hums that escaped his lips as you moved down his jaw.

He was already feeling so sensitive just from being high, and his entire body felt warm and tingly from all the contact, effectively in a state of pure bliss.

Soft and gentle kisses quickly became firmer, then became full on hickeys as you sucked and lapped at the sensitive skin, groaning just at the taste of him. Akihiko bit his lip in an instinctive attempt to hold back any sounds. As you went from light kisses to much harsher ones, he could feel a small shiver run down his spine again, goosebumps raising on his skin.

He couldn't help but let a soft moan escape his lips at the sensation, and he squeezed your hips gently with his hands.

You couldn't help but let out another small groan in response to his own noises.

"Fuuuck, baby- you taste so fuckin' good. 'n look so fuckin' pretty f'me too..."

You mumbled against his neck. You honestly weren't too sure why you were acting like this, and why your self control had left so easily. Though maybe it was just because your thoughts were a bit clouded and he just looked too damn cute.

Akihiko felt his heart skip a beat as words left your lips in such a lewd and suggestive tone, and the heat in his face suddenly flared up. He closed his eyes, listening to the sound of your voice, your lips still against his skin.

He could feel his own body reacting to your words as he shivered slightly, and he almost instinctively tried to hold back his own voice. It was strange, but the drugs were already making him so sensitive, he felt like he was getting drunk off the touch.

You had to actively hold back the ever growing urge to roll your hips against his, using every sliver of self control you still had just to try and keep yourself from pouncing, but it was getting harder and harder by the second.

"Need you- need you so bad- fuck m'sorry, but I- haah~ N- need you so fuckin' bad." 

You said through grit teeth, relenting and rolling your hips in a circle, static-y waves of pleasure coursing through your every bone with each delicious bit of friction you could get between your respective clothed sexes.

As soon as he felt the sensation of your hips against him, Akihiko could feel his mind getting foggier and more hazy than before. He could hear your voice growing needier and more desperate, and the words were almost like music to his ears in the state of mind he was in. It was like his brain was melting from your every touch.

“Then take me, baby… Take anything you want… I’m all yours-”

Any and all other words he uttered after that fell on deaf ears as you completely let go, your hand immediately reaching to take off your uniform shirt, tossing it across the room without a care in the world, doing much the same with your bottoms, leaving you in just your underwear. It's not like you both haven't done this about a million times before, but something about the effects of the weed mixed in just amplified everything, every touch, every sound, every emotion, everything was just so raw.

As soon as you undressed, Akihiko's hands quickly roamed over every newly exposed part of your body that he could reach. His hands were everywhere all at once, caressing your thighs, your stomach, your sides, your chest, all with a bit of a frenzied and almost desperate touch.

He could feel his heart beating faster in his chest as he looked at you, and he was panting softly from the rush of sensations. He was already feeling so hot, so sensitive to the touch, and he wanted to be touched by you so badly he felt like he was going crazy.

You reached down for his own uniform shirt, mumbling something under your breath as you fumbled with the buttons. It took you a second, thanks to your complete lack of coherence as a result of the high, but you still managed to get it, tossing his shirt with the exact same lack of care.

It didn't take you long to quickly dive back down, kissing a handful of dark bruising marks onto his chest, trailing them downwards as you simultaneously fumbled with his belt buckle with that same lack of tact from earlier, any and all patience completely out the window by now.

Akihiko's breathing grew heavier and more ragged as he let you kiss and suck a trail of marks down his chest and abdominal muscles. As you started to mess with his belt, he subconsciously spread his legs slightly, giving you more room to work with a small shift of his body.

He closed his eyes, and all he could feel was the faint sensation of your hands as they moved, all he could hear was his own heart racing in his ears.

When you finally did get his belt undone, you didn't even bother to fully take it off, unbuttoning his pants before tugging them and his boxers down just below his balls, enough to free his aching cock. You took a solid few moments just to stare at it, you usually did, always somehow seeming a little infatuated with it no matter how many times they did this. It was decently long, which made up for it's average girth, with a nice, thick, juicy vein running up the side of it, his tip already weeping thick beads of precum from the slit.

Akihiko's breathing hitched as he felt the cool air against his shaft, now free from the tight confines of his clothes. He opened his eyes briefly to glance down at himself. He could see the way you couldn't seem to tear your eyes away, and his cheeks started to grow hotter from the realization. You looked so fixated on him, and it made his heart race even faster in his chest.

He let out a small huff of breath, shifting slightly under the intensity of your gaze, before he spoke up in a voice slightly shaky with nerves.

“S- Stop staring-”

"Sorry, can't help it. 's just so perfect and pretty..."

You mumbled before giving a curious kitten lick to the tip, the salty taste of his pre running asking your tongue, the slight buzzing in your head causing it to taste even better then usual. You watched as he squirmed and shivered a little under your touch, biting back any unwanted noises, eliciting a small chuckle from you.

You pressed your tongue flat against the side, licking a thick stripe from base to tip, trailing over the large vain. He let out a small whine, narrowly resisting the urge to just slam your head down onto his cock and fuck your throat.

"Oh fuck... Shit- you gotta- gotta stop teasin' me darlin'-"

He whispered out in a hushed tone, his breath a little shaky and uneven.

"Patience, love, patience."

You replied before taking his tip into the warm cavern of your mouth, running your tongue along his slit and the underside of his tip. A breathy whine slipped past his lips, one hand tangling into your hair, not firmly enough to hurt, but enough to try and keep himself somewhat grounded. 

You slowly started bobbing your head up and down, gradually taking more and more of his cock into your mouth each time, until eventually the tip of his cock kissed the back of your throat deliciously, your nose pressed into the well kept tuft of white hair at his base. He groaned loudly as he bottomed out in your mouth, practically blanked out from the pleasure because holy shit, getting his dick sucked has never felt this heavenly before. 

He could feel himself quickly coming undone when you picked up the pace a little, unable to resist the urge to buck his hips up into you, matching your pace. As he started bucking, you could feel his cock slam into the back of your throat at a nearly punishing pace, tears welling in the corner of your eyes.

Wanton moans and curses flowed out of him like a mantra, the feeling of your warm mouth wrapped so prettily around his cock practically addictive to him. It didn't take much longer for his thrusts to become sloppy and uneven, picking up the pace as his hips stuttered.

"F-fuck baby- gonna cum- fuck- you're gonna take it yeah? Yeah? God- fuckin' take it- shit- 'm cummin'- oh god-"

He was cut off by a stuttered and rather loud moan as he came, thick white ropes shooting straight down your throat, his back arching slightly and eyes basically rolling into the back of his head.

You swallowed down all of the thick, salty seed that you could, pulling off of his dick with a pop, the sight of his cum and your own saliva dribbling down your chin just serving to arouse him all over again.

Akihiko panted softly, his chest heaving as he let out a shuddering sigh. He let go of your hair, gently running his hands through your locks before pulling his hand back, letting it flop down at his side.

“Hhh- Jesus…"

He said, still out of breath from the high and now from the pleasure. He glanced up at you with a small flush to his cheeks.

"...You’re really trying to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”

"Only a little bit."

You said with a chuckle, a slight raw, and raspy undertone to your voice, partially from a bit of cottonmouth, but mostly from just having his dick shoved down your throat. Though that wasn't quite enough, not for you at least.

"Wanna feel more of you though, wanna ride you. That okay, darlin'?"

Akihiko nodded, looking up at you with wide, hazy eyes.

"Please, baby-"

He mumbled quietly. His own voice was slightly shaky and hoarse as well, and he quickly swallowed to try and soothe the slight lump in his throat.

"Just please hurry up-"

You got to work rather quickly, undressing you both the rest of the way with fervor and impatience, even more clothing being haphazardly tossed somewhere on the floor to worry about later. You leaned over to pick up a second joint, lighting it between your lips and taking a long drag of it as you simultaneously nestled yourself on top of Akihiko's length, whining. A bit at the stretch, taking your time to lower yourself on him.

He let out a soft shaky breath as you started to sit down on him, instinctively grabbing your hips and holding on tight as he closed his eyes and tipped his head back with a low groan. If he thought the warmth of your mouth was heavenly, than this had to be straight up devine, because the warmth of your hole was something else entirely. 

"Ohhh fuck."

He said in a sort of whiney tone when he bottomed out, able to see himself nestled inside of you because of the ever so slight bulge in your lower stomach. You comfortably sat there on top of him for a bit, taking another long drag of the fresh joint, gesturing with it as if to ask if he wanted some more.

"Wan' some?"

Akihiko opened his eyes to look up at you, his chest rising and falling shakily in an attempt to calm down and not cum right then and there. It took him a few moments to find his words, his mind still cloudy and fogged from the drug, before he nodded.

“Y- Yes, please-”

He managed to breathe out, one of his hands leaving your hips to reach up towards the joint. As soon as the joint was in his hand, he took a long, shaking drag from it, holding it in his lungs for a few moments before letting it out with a ragged exhale. The effects of the drug only added to the already overwhelming sensation, making the heat and pleasure rise from each point of contact between the two.

He looked up at you, his eyes hazy and unfocused from the combination of the effects, and he let out another slow, shaky breath.

“God, baby- I don’t know how much more I can take…”

He mumbled. 

" 's fine- long as I can ride you until 'm satisfied I really don't care how many times you finish..."

You hummed in response, your words honestly a bit hotter than they probably should've been, at least to Akihiko. His face flushed at the words, and he let out a soft, shaky gasp.

“You- You’re going to milk me dry at this rate-"

He spoke up, his own words a bit shaky and breathless. It was hard to tell if it was from the high or your words or both, but he quickly tried to clear his voice, and his grip on your hips started to get a bit tighter.

“You feel so damn good, baby..."

He trailed off again, letting out a shuddering gasp of air. He looked up at you with a haze in his eyes, desperate, desperate to say something else without the words being stuck in his throat. His mind was running wild, but it was hard to put it into words, like he was stuck in a fog.

“God-” 

He managed to murmur shakily.

“Baby, please… I can’t-”

"Yeah you can. I believe in you."

You took the joint from him, taking another long hit, blowing out a plume of smoke before leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, the action almost deceivingly sweet in comparison to what you were going to do next. You slowly started moving your hips up and down, methodically rolling against him at the same time, your movements a bit lazy, but effective.

Akihiko could feel the wind get knocked out of his breath as you started moving, a deep guttural groan escaping his lips as his nails dig crescent shaped marks into your flesh.

"Fuu-huhuck- Oh god, please- please baby faster- god- jesus- need you s'bad- need to feel every inch of you."

You hummed as you kept your slow pace, somewhat amused at how the ever confident boxer had been so easily reduced to a whining, whimpering mess underneath your touch.

"What's the magic word, Aki?"

Your sultry and sort of teasing tone had him practically weak in the knees, and he couldn't even care about being embarrassed anymore. His own pride he damned he just needed you. Needed to feel you, needed you to fuck him. He whines a little as if upset about your teasing, bit the way his cock twitched inside you said otherwise.

"P-please- Fuck me, ride me- please baby, yer killin' me here- oh, fuck- please-"

You couldn't help but notice just how cute he was when he was begging and writhing beneath you, and as much as you wanted to tease him forever, you wanted to go faster just as much as he did. And so you picked up the speed, the slapping of skin on skin contact, his moans, and your own noises reverberating through the room like a symphony of sorts.

"Ah- hah- haah~ thank you- thank you- fuck- ah~ thank you-"

He spewed out, accompanied by whines and moans of your name, as if he couldn't even remember how to say anything else. Every drag of his thick cock against your walls had both of you shuddering in pleasure. His noises were loud and unabashed, probably largely due to the effect of the we'd making him incapable of even caring. 

He came with a shrill moan shortly after, the feeling of everything just too overwhelming in his current state. He whimpered slightly, body shaking as he somehow grew even louder as you rode him through his orgasm, hot, thick semen filling your hole and dripping out, forming a white foamy ring around the base of his cock. He honestly felt like he could cum again just from the sight of that. 

His mind felt numb and his stomach coiled pleasantly as you kept slamming back down on him with wet 'plaps'. You threw your own head back at the pleasure of finding that perfect spot, his cock curved just right to be able to hit that one little bundle of nerves that had you seeing stars.

A litany of curses, moans and groans escaped the both of you, with Akihiko mindlessly babbling your name intermittently. And you really did milk this poor boy dry, as his sensitive cock took hardly any time to twitch back to life, and even less time to spill another warm load inside of you, hitting his third intense orgasm of the day.

You on the other hand could feel yourself reaching your limit and getting closer, that familiar warm coil in your lower stomach tightening. Your warm breath mixing together in the humid, weed stenched room, everything about you two mixing together. Your own climax was fast approaching as your pace quickened, losing its steady rhythm and instead becoming much more frantic and desperate.

“Oh, fuck- Aki- Aki ‘m so close- gonna cum, shit- cum with me baby, c’mon- fuck-” You huffed out between panting breaths, barely hanging on by a thread at this point. Akihiko wasn’t too far behind you, somehow already climbing up to his fourth high, his mind turned into mush, completely incoherent. He could only really spew out curses and your name, but he vehemently nodded in response, enough of a signal that he too was quite close again. You took one last large hit of the joint in your hand before discarding it, leaning down to attach your lips to Akihiko’s parted ones. You did much the same thing as before, but a bit less calm this time as you transferred the smoke into his mouth in unison with both of your releases.

The feeling of your lips against his, and the feeling of the smoke being passed into his own mouth, sent his mind spiraling. All of the sensations overwhelmed him, everything becoming one as he let go, shuddering and moaning against your mouth as he came. He could barely breathe by the time it was all over, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. He opened his eyes, trying to focus his hazy vision on you as he tried to speak again.

“Babe-”

You let yourself lightly drop on top of his chest, breathing heavily as you laid there with his cock buried deep inside you, your hole leaking a bit of his release, not that either of you could really care right now.

"Yeah, what?"

You asked rather breathlessly.

“God, you’re so perfect.”

Akihiko mumbled, his hands letting up their grip on you in favor of moving up to gently cradle your waist in his hands. He was still trying to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling with every deep breath he took.

He let his eyes shut for a moment, letting himself try and come down from the high and the rush of pleasure, before looking back up at you again.

“Love you… so, so damn much.” You let out a small huff of amusement, idly tracing shapes on his bare chest. “Yeah… Love you too, dork.”

[belit0]

Hi love, I'm loving your posts about the Uchihas in high school, LIKE SO MUCH 🙏🏻🥺❤️if you're interested, you can make Indra, Madara and Izuna having a classmate as a fuck partner? in the living room, they don't even exchange glances, but in the bedroom it's another story lmao 🙂‍↕️

This… ended up being quite dark. I mean, the usual with this AU, but it has a... r4p3 scene, that's pretty explicit, so proceed with caution.

All characters depicted in this story are 18 years of age.

TW: n0n.c0n, drug$, r4p3, manipulation, yandere behaviour, psychological manipulation, violence. "She's desorientated, traumatized, and vulnerable. Just how Uchiha's like it."

PROCEED WITH CAUTION, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED

Behind the gym, it smells like burnt rubber and weed. Heat clings to the concrete even in the shade, the air thick with that late afternoon buzz that always makes everything feel more surreal.

Izuna flicks his lighter shut with a snap, squinting through the smoke curling from the joint hanging off his bottom lip.

–I’m fucking bored.

Madara doesn’t answer. He’s leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded like he’s waiting for someone to piss him off just enough to bother breathing.

Indra sits on the edge of the loading dock, hoodie sleeves shoved up, legs spread wide, a cigarette loose between two fingers.

Izuna exhales, then grins. –We should get a fucktoy.–

Indra looks up first. No expression, just a blank stare that lingers a beat too long.

Madara snorts. –What the fuck are you on about.–

–Dead serious.– Izuna pops the joint back in, cheeks hollowing as he hits it deep. –Think about it. One girl. We take turns, we fuck her up proper.–

Madara doesn’t respond right away. His mouth pulls to the side, not quite a smirk. –That’s not normal.–

–And?– Izuna looks at him, eyes glassy but focused. –We aren’t exactly winning awards for mental health. You’re the one who broke that guy’s nose last week because he touched your shoulder.–

Madara’s jaw flexes.

Indra flicks ash off the end of his cigarette, staring at the ground.

–The fuck makes you think a girl'd agree to that?– Madara mutters.

–Doesn’t have to.– Izuna shrugs. –Just has to show up.–

–That’s fucked.– Indra says it flatly.

No judgment. Just a statement.

Izuna grins. –You’re thinking about it though.–

Madara pushes off the wall finally. –Sharing’s a pain in the ass.–

–You making a big deal about it. Just us, using her. You get your control shit. Indra gets his twisted pain. I get her when she’s all fucked up and crying.

Madara stares at him.

Izuna doesn't blink. –Don’t lie like that’s not exactly what you want.–

Indra’s voice comes low. –If we’re doing it, we pick well. Don't want no drama.-

Izuna barks a laugh, tossing his head back. –Jesus. You’re sicker than me.–

–Takes one to know one.

Madara finally sighs, dragging a hand down his face. –Whatever. Let’s say we do it. Who?–

–It can’t be anyone mouthy. Or anyone who talks to too many people. Has to be quiet. Desperate. Someone who doesn’t even realize how fucked this is.

–And she can’t bitch when we push her around,– Madara adds. –Like Indra said, no drama.–

–She’s gotta like it when we fuck with her head.– Izuna leans in now, eyes lighting up. –Like… wait for the hallway stares. Sleep with her phone on her chest in case one of us calls. That type of girl.–

–Someone who’ll break easy,– Indra murmurs.

They all go quiet again.

And then Izuna tilts his head, a slow grin spreading like blood in water.

–I think I know who.

//

The hallway behind the old gym isn’t supposed to echo.

But her steps do. Loud. Uneven.

She turns around the corner, hurrying, late for class, until her concern shifts.

(Y/N) stops.

Izuna stands in front of her, blocking her way forward, teeth-baring smirk cutting through the stillness like a knife.

Madara leans against the wall at her right. Arms crossed, black eyes unreadable.

Waiting.

And Indra?

He’s coming from behind her. Silent.

She didn't realize he was there when she picked that route.

Panic blooms fast. Like a match lit too close to dry skin.

–...What do you want?– Her voice is barely there.

Izuna doesn’t blink. –You.–

Madara speaks next, slow and cold. –So don’t fuck it up by running your mouth.–

She takes a step back—and hits something solid.

Indra.

His presence is a wall, unmoving.

She doesn’t dare look over her shoulder.

–You know what we are, yeah?– Izuna tilts his head. –You’ve heard the shit they say. You’ve seen how they look at us. Like we’re poison. Dangerous. That sound about right?–

She doesn’t answer.

–Good,– Madara says. –Because it means you’re smart. Smart enough to shut up and listen.–

Izuna steps forward. Too close.

Her back presses harder against Indra, breath caught in her throat.

–We want one girl. A plaything. A hole. Someone who knows how to stay quiet and take it. You.

Madara’s eyes don’t move from her face. –Not because you're special. Don’t get it twisted. You just fit. You’re quiet. You don’t talk to anyone. No one will fucking miss you.–

–You’ll do what we say, when we say it,– Izuna adds, voice tightening. –No bitching. No pouting. You’ll open your legs when told, and you’ll thank us for the attention.–

Her heart pounds. Too fast. Her lungs can’t pull enough air.

Indra finally leans in—his mouth by her ear, his breath ice against her skin.

–Run if you want. I’ll drag you back.

She trembles.

Madara watches her shake with an expression that borders on cruel amusement.

Izuna leans close from the front, boxing her in. –Say it, now. That you're in.–

–I... I-I–

–Louder, slut, no stuttering.

And in the heat of that silence, trapped between danger and obsession, something in her cracks.

–...Y-Yes...?

Madara smirks. Indra exhales—satisfied. Izuna laughs once, dark and sharp.

–Knew it. She’s gonna break real nice.

//

GROUP CHAT: locked_room (created by Izuna Uchiha) Members: Izuna, Madara, Indra, (Y/N)

Izuna this where we talk about her nothing else

Madara she in the chat?

Izuna yeah can read not like she’s gonna say shit

Indra good should see what’s coming

Madara don’t think she gets it yet

Izuna she’ll stop pretending after saturday

Indra where?

Madara here. dad’s out of the city house empty

Izuna 10PM she shows or she gets picked up

Madara don’t care how she ends up my room

Indra quiet girls don’t fight they fold

Izuna i go first girl been staring at my mouth since day one

Madara don’t care what hole i get as long as she breaks

Indra she gonna wants it too bad to run

Izuna @(Y/N) reply you already said yes no turning back

[PRIVATE DM – Izuna → (Y/N)]

Izuna check the fucking chat top to bottom

Izuna we made the call my place saturday night you showing up dont waste our time

//

The door swings open before she knocks again.

It's 10:30PM.

Izuna’s face is unreadable—no smirk this time. Just a flick of the chin.

–Get in.

No greeting. No smile.

Just fingers gripping her wrist tight enough to leave marks as he pulls her inside, already walking.

Halfway up the stairs, he cuts a look over his shoulder.

–You wore that? Jesus.– A click of his tongue. His eyes drag down her legs with zero subtlety. –Try harder. You’re not the only one we could’ve called tonight.–

He doesn’t wait for her to answer. Doesn’t care. Just pushes open Madara's bedroom door. Inside: the other two Uchihas, sharing a cigarette and talking nonsense.

They don’t look up when she walks in.

They saw her already. That was enough.

–Took long enough.– Madara’s voice is flat. –Thought she chickened out.–

Izuna shuts the door behind her with a loud click.

Her throat tightens.

The sound locks her in.

–You stand there ‘cause you’re scared, or you want attention?– Indra finally raises his eyes. Not soft. Not amused. Just cold.

She opens her mouth, but nothing comes.

–That dumb look again.– Izuna's voice is sharp, biting. He walks past her toward the bed. –Don’t tell me you thought we were gonna be nice tonight.–

Indra comes closer, with that dangerous pace of his. Hands in his pockets. Not looking at her, but through her. –You’re not special just because we picked you. You’re here because we agreed to let you be.– He pauses. –You fuck that up, shit won't be good for you.–

Her hands tremble at her sides, but she says nothing.

–Say something, toy.– Madara doesn’t blink. –Or you just here to look stupid?–

Her voice barely makes it out. –I… I didn’t mean to be late.–

That earns her nothing.

No nod. No look. Just Madara standing, moving toward her as well, slow like a storm cloud, staring down without warmth.

–You think that’s what this is about? Time?– He scoffs. –You could crawl in here bleeding and we wouldn’t give a fuck.-

Izuna drops onto the bed, pulling a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it like she’s not even in the room. He exhales smoke through a grin. –Give her ten minutes.–

Indra stays quiet. But his eyes are on her.

Calculating.

Unimpressed.

She shifts, knees brushing. That’s when Madara tilts her chin up — not gently. Thumb under her jaw like he’s examining something half-broken.

–You came here. That means you’re ours for the night. Don’t care what’s in your head. Don’t care how you feel.

He lets her go, roughly. Then, like nothing, joins Izuna at the bed, sitting against the headboard and stealing his cigarette.

–You don’t speak unless told. You don’t leave unless we say so.- Indra’s voice cuts in, emotionless: –And if you ever think about backing out, remember this: we're not people to be fucked with.– Then he moves, one hand closes around her upper arm—not rough, but firm.

Unnegotiable.

He says nothing.

Just pulls her forward.

Walks her across the room like dragging furniture.

Madara doesn’t even blink as Indra brings her to the bed.

–You’re in the way.– That’s all Indra mutters before pushing her down —straight into Madara’s lap.

She stumbles, knees landing on either side of him. He doesn’t move to help. Doesn’t even look at her. Just exhales a breath, like she’s nothing more than added weight.

His hands rest on her thighs, eventually.

Heavy. Not affectionate.

–Keep still.

That’s it.

Izuna laughs, sparking the lighter with one thumb.

–Remember that one girl at Shisui's party? The clingy one with the fake lashes?

Madara finally speaks, not to her.

–The one that cried when you got her name wrong?

–Yeah, that dumb bitch.- Izuna shakes his head, –Tried to fuck her while she was mid-breakdown. Couldn't stop laughing.–

Indra walks past the bed, picks up a bottle, drinks from it, then tosses it down again with a clink.

–The short one who called you her soulmate after two days was worse.– Madara affirms.

Izuna grins. –She’s the one that brought cupcakes. Broke down when she saw her friend with me the next week.–

Madara snorts. –Cupcakes.–

(Y/N) doesn’t speak.

She’s still on Madara’s lap. His hand drifts up her waist absently, dragging her lower on him so her weight fully sinks into his. He doesn’t look at her once.

Izuna stands, fetching a joint from the desk and getting it in his mouth. He then walks over, passing it lazily to Madara, who takes it with one hand, the other still on her hip.

–We gonna keep talking or we doing something?– Izuna asks, fingers ghosting over the back of her neck.

–She’s too quiet.– Indra again. Leaning against the wall now, arms crossed. –Might think we give a shit what she’s feeling.–

Madara taps ash onto the floor.

–She knows what this is.

(Y/N) stays still. Heat floods up her chest, her throat.

Madara shifts under her, finally. The first movement with intention. He takes another drag, fingers tightening on her hip.

They’re not done talking. Not done ignoring her.

But she’s in position.

Exactly where they want her.

Then Indra moves, lowers himself to Madara’s side on the bed, phone in hand, swiping through photos of metal parts and custom dashboards.

–I swapped the console, carbon finish. Ordered the new clutch too.

Madara flicks ash into the tray without looking up.

–Hydraulic or no?

–Hydraulic. Not fucking around with anything less.– Indra’s voice is low, unconcerned. His knee bumps against hers. He doesn’t acknowledge it.

Madara gives a slow nod. –About time.–

(Y/N) sits still. Silent. Knees on either side of Madara’s thighs. Her weight barely shifts the bed.

She could disappear and neither of them would notice.

Behind her, Izuna moves.

No warning—just fingers curling into her hair. Not gentle. He pulls her head back without a word, exposing her neck. She gasps, spine arching as his mouth grazes the side of her throat.

His breath is hot. His other hand slides under her shirt, palm cold against her skin.

She makes a sound—quiet, involuntary. A moan caught somewhere between her teeth.

Indra doesn't lift his gaze. –Did she say something?–

Madara doesn't even blink. –Told her to keep quiet.–

(Y/N) stiffens.

Izuna doesn't stop. His hand drags lower, lips still at her neck, breath heavy like he’s not even hearing them. Or maybe he is—and doesn’t care. His grip in her hair tightens, forcing her to hold position, spine taut like a puppet’s.

Indra flips to the next photo. –Installed the LEDs under the seats too. Custom switch under the dash.–

–Clean work. You wire it yourself?

–Obviously.

Izuna hums low behind her.

Maybe in approval. Maybe in distraction.

(Y/N) doesn’t dare move.

Her breath stutters. The weight of Madara beneath her, Indra beside her, Izuna behind—none of them focused on her. Not fully. Not the way normal people would be. But she can feel the ownership in every hand that touches her.

Every word spoken around her.

Presence without care.

–If she makes another sound, take her out of the room.- Indra speaks.

Izuna lets go of her hair slowly, drags his palm down her spine, deliberate and slow. –She not gonna say shit. Dumb as hell, but even worse? Dick-starved.-

She’s barely balanced in Madara’s lap when Izuna’s fingers wrap around her wrist and yank.

No warning. No softness.

Just take.

–Get off.– he mutters, barely louder than a breath, but it’s an order.

Madara doesn’t even glance down when her weight lifts. He exhales through his nose, more interested in the car mods Indra’s showing than the girl being dragged off his lap like she’s an accessory that overstayed her use.

Izuna pulls her across the room like she’s weightless.

He drops into the desk chair, leather creaking, and pulls her down with him—hard. One motion. Her knees hit the outside of his thighs. Her breath catches.

Straddling him now.

No space left between them.

His hands are already moving—one sliding under her thigh, the other gripping the back of her neck, fingers pressing into her skin like he wants to fuse her spine to his palm.

He kisses her like he’s punishing her for not doing it first. Rough. Possessive. All teeth and breath, like he’s not chasing pleasure—just control.

She makes a noise. Too soft. Too revealing.

Indra doesn't look up. –You're still using that busted intake?-

Madara scoffs. –Not after last week. Swapped it for the high-flow.–

Izuna’s hand slides higher on her leg. His knee bounces once, jolting her in place, but he doesn’t stop kissing her. Doesn’t speak to her. Doesn’t ask for permission.

Her mouth breaks from his, breathing sharply.

He follows immediately, dragging his mouth along her jaw, down to the base of her throat.

(Y/N) squirms. One of her hands lifts—maybe to push—but Izuna catches it midair and shoves it down against his chest. No room for choices here.

Madara flicks ash from a new cigarette. –Tell me you didn’t cheap out on the suspension.–

Indra snorts. –What do I look like, a charity case? I don’t half-ass anything.–

She’s still trying to breathe right.

Still trying to decide if she’s allowed to move, to speak, to look at them.

But they never told her she could.

Izuna kisses her again, harsher now. Less about her and more about him.

Like she’s just a way to quiet something in his chest.

And the other two don’t even pause their conversation.

Because she’s not important in that room.

Izuna tears her shirt off like it insulted him, the fabric hitting the floor and disappearing from his mind the second it leaves her skin. His fingers find the clasp of her bra, but he doesn’t rush.

He leans in instead, his voice a low rasp against her ear, cruel and amused. –Wearing this shit like you didn’t know what was gonna happen. Fuckin’ clueless. Lemme guess—you’re still a virgin?-

He lets both pieces fall, eyes locked on her, and when she stays silent, when she doesn't even try to lie, something in him lights up.

That stillness… that shame. It answers louder than words.

His laugh slices through the air—sharp, guttural, brutal. One hand wraps around her breast, pinching until she jolts. Over her shoulder, he throws a glance back at the others, grin wicked, unrestrained. –No fucking way! You hear that? She’s still whole. A fucking virgin.–

He keeps laughing, unbothered, cruel. 

And when Indra rises, silent and slow, reaching for her like claiming prey, Izuna doesn’t move. Doesn’t stop him. Just watches as his cousin drags her from his lap, pale and trembling, and tosses her onto the bed like something meant to be used.

She lands hard—bare skin against linen, legs open, breath catching.

Madara rises with the kind of stillness that makes silence feel like violence. –Stupid as hell, aren’t you? Walked right into this without a clue.-

He moves, kneeling where her head rests, his presence suffocating. Then his hand meets her cheek—sharp, deliberate. Not anger. Not discipline. Just because he enjoys the sting it leaves.

Below, Indra peels away what’s left. Her underwear doesn’t slide—it’s torn, split in his fists, not because it’s in the way, but because destruction lives in his blood, and softness never satisfied him.

Izuna tosses something onto the bed with a flick of his wrist, the foil packet landing near her hip like an afterthought. He moves closer, slow and sure, and sinks down onto the edge of the mattress without saying a word.

His gaze flicks toward Madara, who’s already getting ride of his clothes with that same clinical precision he applies to everything—swift, sharp, indifferent.

Indra doesn’t even glance her way. He tears the foil open with his teeth, all focus and force, like prep or foreplay doesn’t exist in his vocabulary. Efficiency over empathy. Control over everything else.

Madara doesn’t pause. His voice is flat, commanding—no heat, just pressure, squeezing her cheeks with one hand to signal what he wants. –Open. And don’t even think about using teeth.–

She obeys. Of course she does. There’s no room for protest here, not when their silence is heavier than any threat. Madara positions inside her mouth without care, both hands braced on either side of her ribs as he sets the rhythm, using her body like it’s just a function in the moment.

None of them look at her like a person right now. 

-Pathetic,- Izuna leans back on his palms, smirking. He watches like it’s a show, fingers tightening into the sheets as he waits for his turn, his other hand stroking himself. -Dumb, messy little cumdump. Fuckin’ knew it soon as I saw you.-

Indra finally thrusts into her—one hard, unforgiving motion that wrenches a cry from deep inside her, penetrating with no mercy. Her body jerks beneath Madara’s weight, spine arching in a futile attempt to escape the sudden stretch, the pain, the intrusion.

Above her, Madara growls when her mouth tightens reflexively around him, teeth brushing where they shouldn't.

His palm comes down across her breast, sharp, stinging. 

Indra throws his head back, hips snapping forward again and again, brutal, ruthless, lost in the rhythm he sets for himself. He doesn’t slow. He moves in the way he needs.

Madara’s hips press forward with cruel weight, forcing her to take him deeper.

Izuna watches, eyes fixed, and even with his brother’s ball hitting her eyes and nose, he can see the sheen of tears on her cheeks as she struggles for air.

Her nails dig into Madara’s thighs, desperate, wild—but it only earns her another slap to her breasts, harder this time. -Stay fucking still whore.-

Then he shifts, planting more of his weight on either side of her head, sinking in with full intent until she’s choking on the length of him, throat stretched tight, the shape of his cock visible under that soft skin.

The room fills with slick sounds—wet, messy, brutal gagging.

Only when he decides she’s had enough does he pull back, letting her breathe in broken gasps, eyes glassy, lips red and wet, spit all over her face.

But the reprieve is short. A few seconds, maybe. 

Indra moves like her body is a toy—like it's not even hers to resist anymore. -Useless bitch. Just a hole now, can’t even fight back, can’t even scream right.- One hand bruises her thigh as he spreads her wide, pushing down on her lower belly with the flat of his other palm, forcing her to feel every inch of him inside. Not just the stretch, but the burn, the pressure, the pain and intrusion, the raw throb of something too big and too brutal for her to take quietly, for a first time to be like this. -Bet you’ll start liking it.-

He keeps her open, locked in place beneath him, hands pinning her like prey that tried to run too late. But she still squirms, fights, resists, trembling with the kind of panic that tastes like regret.

Izuna joins without a word. His hands slide over her legs, holding her down beside his cousin—not to comfort, never that, but to steady her, to still her, so Indra can keep taking whatever he wants at the pace he needs.

The air smells like sweat and sex, and the bed creaks under the weight of what she’s being pulled through. Indra’s hand slaps her skin—thighs, hips, anywhere he can reach. With fury, dominance, correction, reminder that she doesn’t get to fight anymore.

When he finishes, he pulls out with a final grunt, knot of tension snapping loose from his spine. He ties off the condom, dripping with a mixture of blood and fluids, and tosses it aside, stripping the last of his clothes as if the heat still burns under his skin. 

The flick of a lighter joins the other sounds while he sits on the edge of the bed, and smoke curls around his face as he leans back, satisfied for now.

Izuna moves in next—not in a rush, but with the slow, deliberate hunger of a wolf circling a weakened doe.

He undresses fully while taking Indra’s previous position, cock already thick and flushed. He presses the head against her slick, swollen folds, not to enter, not yet—but to rub against the mess left behind. -Already fucked stupid, and I haven’t even touched her yet. Bet she’ll still clamp down like a goddamn vice.- Her pussy is red, abused, sensitive after that punishing pace, but he watches the friction, watches her flinch and twitch, watches the way her body reacts to the pain.

Madara finishes too, deep in her throat.

She gags around him, spit and heat and cum dripping from the corners of her lips when he finally pulls away. Some of it lands on her cheek, sliding down her flushed skin as her body collapses onto the bed in a mess of limbs and shaking breath, no hands holding her down or restricting her movements.

She coughs, blinking like she’s trying to remember where she is, what world she just fell into. Her lungs drag in air like it’s her first breath in minutes.

She’s desorientated, traumatized, vulnerable.

Just how the Uchihas like it.

–Where’s the weed?– Madara’s voice is lazy, thick with release, as he stretches against the headboard. 

Indra tosses him a joint with two fingers.

But Izuna’s waited long enough.

He grabs her by the hips and flips her easily, forcing her onto her knees. One palm presses between her shoulder blades, driving her chest to the mattress. –Should’ve thought it through, slut.– His voice is low, dangerous, sick. –Might’ve been gentler if you'd told us “no”.–

He uses the swollen head of his cock, slick with the fluid dripping from her pussy, to glide down her trembling seam—sliding from her freshly stretched opening to that second ring of tense muscle above, untouched, tight, and offering no invitation.

Izuna doesn’t ask. He never has to. He knows what he wants. And he never goes after what someone else has already claimed. –Cover her mouth, cousin. Don’t want neighbors banging on the door or calling Dad.– He says it to Indra, taking a drag from the joint Madara just handed him.

Indra gets the joint next, while working the screaming.

With her mouth muffled beneath the weight of a pillow, breath smothered into the fabric, Izuna takes a path she never imagined was even on offer tonight.

-Hope you’re ready, whore. I’m not the nice one.

Pain sears through her—raw, immediate.

Her body lurches forward on instinct, trying to flee the intrusion. But Madara shifts behind her, gripping her hips and angling her just right for Izuna to push in deeper.

The screams that tear through her are guttural, near animal, but buried in the bedding they go unheard—except by the three guys who crave them. 

Uchiha blood only burns hotter when it hears suffering wrapped in surrender.

Indra gives Madara the joint, all three way too high.

Izuna sinks to the hilt, lost in the impossibly tight hole he’s taken without permission, fully aware he won’t last more than a few thrusts before this little bitch pulls the orgasm out of him. –Gonna sound like a fucking virgin but swear to God… you don’t get how stupidly tight she is.–

The joint finally dies, so Madara drops it into the ashtray and shifts. 

Indra removes the pillow from her face, noticing the screams have fallen silent.

The fabric has done its work—left her pliant, dazed, open. 

Madara slides beneath her with purpose, his movement fluid and silent, and Izuna catches on fast. Together, they lower her hips, positioning her just right. With a slow, deliberate thrust, Madara fills her cunt, the slick drag of dual penetration creating a dark symphony of wet sounds and flesh meeting flesh.

(Y/N) seems to regain consciousness just enough to try and scream, but Indra positions himself inside her mouth, lodging deep and making her choke again. The three move like a trained trio, each taking what they want, how they want it, the girl between them nothing more than a simple object to use and discard.

And eventually, she blacks out for good—maybe from the pain, maybe from the shame, or from the sheer submission her body has been forced to endure.

When each Uchiha finishes one last time, her body is left behind, limp and used, sprawled across the bed like an afterthought.

The three of them clean up and get dressed amid the haze of weed and laughing, already talking about doing it again.

They cover the girl’s limp, unconscious body without ceremony and carry her out to Madara’s car.

The drive is quiet. No one speaks.

At her doorstep, one of them drops her on the porch without a second thought—no concern for the aftermath, no care for what might follow.

After all, this is what happens when you get involved with the Uchiha family

[lovelykil]

Hiii can I request hcs for killua with an so who smokes?? Like weed and vape and stuff like that she’s just someone who enjoys getting high yk? Like would he be against it and try to get her to quit or would’ve he want to try it or and if so do you think he’d get high w her often? I love your work btw I go to your page almost everyday to see if you’ve posted anything you’re honestly one of my favorite writers on here 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

headcanons—

: ➛killua

hc; reader who smokes

cw; 🌬🍃

note; STOP IM blushing tysm 😞

“are you seriously high right now”

I think he would lowkey try it, I mean hell whatever it's just some plant right?

first time he took a hit he either didn't have a reaction or coughed till tears fell out of his face while you tried not to laugh, attempting to help him.

then again I'm pretty sure he would be immune to the cannabis though I'm not entirely sure but for the sake of this headcanon he's not

anyway vaping? I'd assume he thinks vaping is pretty lame, just smoke weed pussy

he actually told you this one time lmao

"do you wanna hit my vape kil?" You held the device, shaking it slightly in your grasp.

he looks at you then the vape.

"vape?"

"yeah, it's watermelon flavored." You smile.

he looks unamused, scoffing at your confused face.

"you're a loser you know."

you almost drop the vape, feeling your eyebrows furrow from annoyance.

"you could've just said NO ASSHOLE"

"no, you needed to know" a cat-like grin paints his face.

killua would probably get high a few times with you just because. He sees you outside and you're already passing the rolled-up joint to him.

"I feel like you only wanna be with me when I'm smoking." You tease, watching him inhale. he takes the rolled-up paper out of his mouth and exhales.

"you're an idiot, of course that's not why." He turns to look at you. You grab the joint back and shrug, "whatever you say." You scoot closer to him and look up at the night sky.

you get high ALOT, while he's not that much into it. He doesn't really realize you do it like 24/7 till you guys get assigned a mission.

like take example the ant arc, training to fight knuckle. Of course you trained, but you actually sneaked away to get yourself seeing rainbows then made yourself back inside.

you, kil, and gon walk your way to where knuckle was. You're currently in the back of the two seeing the sky turn all sorts of peculiar colors as you giggle unconsciously.

the continuous laughing eventually makes killua a little annoyed while gon grows a tad bit concerned.

"y/n are you okay? You've been laughing the past 5 minutes." the ravenette stops, turning around. Killua does the same with his arms crossed, staring at you.

"cause the sky is telling me jokes, there's a talking cloud his name is George." You point up. The boys follow your finger, looking up. The boys look at each other having a mutual puzzled expression.

as kil looked down it finally hit him, his eyes meet yours and he could just see those glossy red eyes of yours. He rubs his face with a grumble.

"oh my god."

"hey y/n you kinda have a weird strong scent coming from you."

now at this point he grasps the intensity of this situation and tells you to maybe lay off the weed for a bit, as a concerned friend or if you guys are together

a concerned BOYFRIEND

he doesn't want you to fuck up your brain, cares for you to much.

[babiebom]

Sdv Bachelor/ettes at a Thanksgiving Dinner

A/N:happy thanksgiving if you celebrate!! I don’t really celebrate but I do like to eat a lot and sleep all day :)

Tw:cursing/ some sus content/mention of drugs and alcohol(not hard drugs)/ death mention

Wc: I have no idea it’s headcanons lmao

Sdv Masterlist

Sebastian

Shows up to eat and leave

Does not like the spending time and emotional part

Would rather not say what he’s thankful for just please fill his plate so he can eat and sleep

Would probably be the older cousin that you rarely ever see during the year you only ever see him on holidays and for like 20 minutes at most.

Will be found in a room smoking it up.

Will offer you some weed

Will probably forget how old you are and if you’re underage would be like “oops don’t snitch/get out of here”

Is the first to say bye

No one even realizes when he leaves because his bye was so quick and quiet

Sam

Constantly laughing and having a good time

Like actually before the food is ready he is so energetic

Singing

Dancing

Telling jokes

He’s literally the life of the party, and will not hesitate to get up and dance to the music at all

Does drag you to dance with him

He is probably sibling or cousins best friend that they bring and you lowkey have a crush on.

Wants to help cook is not allowed

Also sleeps over for some reason

Shane

Somehow gets there early and is angry the entire time

He’s only early because he was anxious about being late and now he wishes he was home

Doesn’t really interact with anyone just sits on the couch and watches tv

Gets his plate and eats by himself

Would be the alcoholic uncle that is cool but also makes everything depressing

He’s not the partying type

Is amused and is nice to the kids

But like his face is just stoic the entire time

No one bothers him to keep the party mood going.

Elliott

Brings like a pie or something

Like he does make a dish to bring ALWAYS

Wants to make sure that he’s not just eating and taking up space

Talks to EVERYONE and is VERY like….poetic

It annoys the women how lovely he is

Everything turns into a deep discussion the second he starts drinking

Is probably like your aunts husband that she brags that she bagged while on vacation somewhere expensive

Harvey

Surprisingly doesn’t eat a lot

Like everyone thinks that he’s going to CHOW DOWN but he doesn’t

Does however take a nap immediately

Is on the couch and he is passed out, his tie is loose and his tummy is slightly out

Is the older cousin that everyone is proud of and compares you to because HES A DOCTOR and YOU ARENT

Doesn’t drink much either, he’s literally just so tired

The kids are lying on him because his body is comfortable and his mustache is funny

Absolutely does not notice it and allows them to be all over him because he’s napping anyways it doesn’t matter

Loves to talk to the kids about airplanes and really gets into detail

Is the one sleeping over

Alex

Is 100 percent outside with the kids playing sports

Forces the kids to play with him because everyone else is too old to want to play outside anymore

Sam probably plays with him ngl

Does not go easy on the kids at all

Like absolutely demolishes them in football.

Just because you’re a kid doesn’t mean shit you’re getting massacred on the field.

Is your older brother that thinks he’s super cool, is actually really nice

He eats a LOT and passes out right after.

Probably has sex with someone (not a family me never you FREAKS) upstairs in his room and doesn’t hide the fact

He’s just like heheheh then gets yelled at for being vulgur in front of everyone.

Penny

Probably the one who cooked/helped Emily cook

Is VERY proud of her desserts

Makes all of the sides and leaves the main courses to Emily

Gets super anxious about being around everyone and what they’re going to think about her food

Absolutely doesn’t experiment with food because of anyone dislikes anything she’s gonna have a breakdown.

I think she likes the cranberry sauce the most, puts it on her rolls

Eats more than people think she’s capable of

Somehow doesn’t nap after stuffing herself, gets some chores done instead and starts cleaning as things are starting to be empty.

Is probably the mom, and it’s her house that everyone is going to for the dinner.

Very annoyed that her house is a mess now but won’t say anything.

Lets people sleep over

Abigail

Girlfriend of someone in your family

You really can’t tell if she’s the girlfriend of a sibling or cousin or anyone

She just doesn’t elaborate

Like she’s like “oh I’m their girlfriend”

And you’re like ?????WHOS GIRLFRIEND???

and she walks away

Somehow knows your family well enough even though no one knows who’s girlfriend she is

Will also supply weed

Is high as fuck

Also sleeps over for some reason

Leah

Eats all the sweets

Like every single dessert there is is on her plate

Eats like a salad right before to offset it

Also to be able to say she actually ate food

Eats SO MUCH

She’s your uncles “wife”

Met him while on a retreat somewhere and they have been together for 20 years

Like your uncle is dead and she’s still around even though they never got married bc she’s literally just your aunt now

Brings the salad that she eats to say that she ate some food

It’s funny

Maru

Also eats SO MUCH

And she’s not self conscious at all

She’s next to the dining table at all times

She’s definitely your younger sister

Shows off her robots and stuff to the kids

Gets in trouble because her robot catches on fire(idk why she’s Spencer from icarly but she is now and I refuse to change it)

Also makes something for dinner but only a couple people actually eat it because she experimented and it’s weird

She is offered weed by someone’s friend and gets everyone yelled at.

Haley

Older sister that wants nothing to do with anyone

Brings her friend and they stay in her room the entire time gossiping

Comes down to get her and her friend a plate and returns to her room

You can hear laughing from her room if you listen closely

Is probably drunk up in her room

Ignores your parents pleads for her to spend time with the family

If she comes down she’s going to openly make fun of everyone

Also will flirt with you and your other siblings friends she absolutely doesn’t care

Take pictures though because in reality she does care just hates to show it

The pictures are very cute and she hangs them up in her room

Emily

Aunt that made the turkey and other main dishes

Will also make the effort to make something vegan or vegetarian for people who don’t eat animal products

Her food is surprisingly good like it’s so good that people will over stuff themself

Is the aunt that everyone is always around

Is on the dance floor with Sam and is not embarrassed at all

Also makes the animals something

Just a joy to be around

Brings Shane his plate

Chats away with Penny while cooking together because everything is fun for her

Loves the quality time together

She loves when everyone is in the same room

Is annoyed that there’s no thanksgiving music because she loves getting into the festive mood.

[dolcinos]

OH my god i love your account, ive been stalking u via AO3 but anyways have you ever thought of casual or forced intox (mainly weed bc i love weed lol) with a fatty Alfred who starts off by having the munchies and then… oh no, how’d he get sooooo fat? … and his partner just… sits in what’s left of his lap and placates him with either food or weed and the cycle begins anew until he’s stubbornly insisting he *can too* walk, except… no he cant, but that makes him anxious. Y’know what helps when you’re anxious? And the cycle begins anew. (Sorry, I’m a little high myself)

THANK YOU <333 that’s super sweet, i’m glad you’re enjoying perusing my wares~ 💗💗 (side note, thank you for the reminder to update and polish up more of my drabble collection there)

but back to the meat of your ask. i believe i’ve talked a bit about this before (mostly pertaining to matt), having the weed make him not realize how much he’s snacking on… well, it can apply to alfred too! when he’s high, he doesn’t even think about his weight woes, or register the growing pounds around his middle.

if there’s periods of time, like the 80s/90s when he’s high 75% of the time (wall street cocaine went crazy back in the day), then he really has no clue about how much he’s eating and therefore gaining. alfred is quite oblivious because he’s already ignoring his weight or in denial of it most of the time (when he doesn’t get diet crazy anyway), but now it’s amped up to the extreme end of either being too placated or partying too much to care.

drug binges lead to food binges, as they do. his partner is all too willingly to make sure snacks and various sweets are stocked in the kitchen before he smokes or snorts the day away or what have you. alfred can eat even more like an animal when he’s conked out like this. but i also think when he spends an entire day high and relaxing, he naturally goes slower and gorges on a ton of food, just throughout the day. a big breakfast, big lunch, huge dinner…but also snacking nearly every hour.

in nationverse, i think alfred definitely would still do coke lmao, probably has it on hand in case he needs to slim down. but like with that, i think he has “phases” of using drugs rather than do it consistently… he hasn’t smoked weed in quite some years and then he takes it up again for three months, BAM he’s gained 100 pounds. he gets his fill of smoking and afterward the clarity of what happened finally hits. and he’s literally like “erm when did i get so huge…” DEFINITELY THE BEST.

and now, if we mix that with alfred having a very indulgent partner… he can for sure get so stressed trying to lose weight that they can convince him to calm down with some weed, he uses it too frequently and gets munchies he can’t remember, gorges like crazy, and…whatever weight he lost is promptly gained back, and then some! when he’s too big for the weight capacity of the gym machines (accidentally breaks one, or maybe the treadmill literally can’t start underneath him), he’s so upset and pouty that only weed and plenty of sugar can cure what ails him.

partner gets plenty of opportunities to stuff him with weed-filled baked goods as alfred gets increasingly too lazy to walk around or do much of anything… and the drugs just make him even lazier, permanent cycle as he gets completely massive, lmao.

[remuslupinschocolat3]

My stardew valley headcanons because no one can stop me!!!!!!!

Part one

In alphabetical order

Abigail:

💎Bisexual

💎she/they

💎Hates children

💎In a Polycule with Sam and Sebastian

💎Shares a braincell with Sam

💎smoked weed once with Sebastian and threw up afterwards

💎has random beef with Haley that Haley isn't aware of

💎gets piercings just to spite her dad

💎was only good in English class in highschool

💎regrets being on 2020 alt tiktok

💎 secretly vandalizes their father's yoba shrine (he thinks it's Sebastian doing it)

💎their gay awakening was Keira Knightley in Pirates of the Caribbean (she just like me fr)

Alex

🏈the definition of comphet

🏈himbo

🏈gay man/lesbian alliance with Haley

🏈his first crush was the team captain of an Opponent's school gridball team

🏈 doesn't drink alcohol because he's scared to be like his father

🏈he had a pathetic crush on Elliot when Elliot first moved to the valley

🏈has a bottle of the perfume his mother used to wear and sprays it on his pillow when he's sad

🏈used to go to a gym in Zu City but stopped after a boy there asked him out

🏈dated Haley in highschool for half a year until both of them came out to the other in hopes to let the other down gently

Caroline

🍃not a single thought behind those eyes

🍃fell out of love with Pierre ten years ago

🍃grows marijuana plants in her tea house (have you seen her two heart event?)

🍃dyed her hair green once when she was 15 and never tried a different color again

🍃has a few secret tattoos

🍃the necklace she wears is a gift by Rasmodios

🍃best friends with Jodi and Robin

🍃loves to gossip, she knows everyone's business

🍃almost became an almond mom but stopped before it could affect Abigail in the long run

🍃she has no enemies, everyone loves her but hates her husband

Clint (it's red cus he's a red flag)

🔨4chan user

🔨incel

🔨used to tell his mom to make him a sandwich

🔨called his parents by their first names

🔨knows the Irish dance (I don't know what it's called lmao)

🔨can't have friendships with women because he always thinks they fall in love with him

🔨hasn't exercised since he finished highschool

🔨stalks Emily (that's canon) (stay away from her)

🔨can you tell I hate him yet?

Demetrius

🧪is the reason his first marriage failed

🧪controlling and possessive (Maru's two heart event)

🧪so boring

🧪thinks missionary is the only way to have sex

🧪I know people headcanon him as autistic but I think he's just petty

🧪 arrogant, thinks he's smarter than everyone else because he knows science

🧪was actually an okay step father to Sebastian until Maru was born

🧪him and Robin are not compatible but neither of them want to go through a second divorce

Elliot

🦀 gay and proud

🦀in his mid thirties

🦀 can't swim

🦀 used to write star trek fanfiction as a teenager on fanfiction.net

🦀so fucking tall

🦀went through three separate gender identity crisis before realizing that he just isn't comfortable expressing himself as a stereotypical manly man

🦀demi romantic

🦀gay man/lesbian alliance with Leah

🦀sees Leah as the little sister he never had

🦀 isn't really broke, he's a trustfund baby who wanted to experience what it's like to be a starving artist (thinks it makes his art more valid)

🦀Leah beat him up when she found out

🦀 obsessed with his hair (I'm so jealous of his luscious curls 😭😭😭)

🦀so dramatic (used to be a theater kid for sure)

Emily

🔮the character I headcanon as autistic

🔮 pansexual and asexual

🔮they/she, trans

🔮dating Sandy

🔮knows everyone's zodiac signs

🔮names her plants

🔮gets the zoomies after work (at night)

🔮Haley hates it

🔮Haley's biggest supporter

🔮vegan

🔮thinks of Clint as a genuine friend (save yourself girly pop)

🔮calls Sandy the weirdest nick names "hello my cuddle bear" "it's been too long since we last saw each other my strawberry jam"

🔮suckles on Pennies (she just like me fr)

🔮reads books about crystals for hours on end, Haley has to take the book away from her and drag her to bed sometimes

🔮has befriended the junimos

🔮Sandy sells the clothes she makes

🔮hates the taste of strawberry in candy and stuff

🔮would vape if vapes existed in stardew valley but not in a I'm a thirteen year old boy way but in a I like the taste and I enjoy making smoke rings kinda way

🔮you can't tell me that she's not a pothead

🔮knows Haley is a lesbian years before her sister figures it out

🔮besties with Shane (refuses to sell him alcohol at the Stardrop saloon)

🔮gets extremely flustered around people she deems as attractive

🔮is really bad at doing her own makeup (Sandy or Haley do it for her)

🔮has a huge tattoo that covers almost her entire back

🔮her energy is contagious

🔮high School was very hard for her but college was the best time of her life

🔮wants to buzz her hair so bad but has enough restrain to keep herself from doing so

🔮loves to make cocktails (she makes Gus try them and he always loves them and puts them on his menu)

🔮makes Shane, Sandy and Haley cosplay with her (none of them want to but they can't say no when Emily looks at them with that wide eyed grin of hers)

🔮unleashed a group of rats in JoJa mart because Shane complained once (1 time) about his working conditions, the store closed for two months

🔮can you tell how much I love Emily?

[gregoftom]

Been going through it lately with fibromyalgia symptoms so obviously I’m gonna project onto Greg. He’s always hurting ESPECIALLY his back/shoulders/neck because being so tall has him hunching all the time, and the period of time he spent sleeping on benches and in shitty hostels did not help at all. He’s always a bit sleepy because the fatigue is real (Greg has such sleepy eyes, I can see the constant need for a nap in them lmao). His default state is anxiety, and sometimes the brain fog is extra bad so when he tries to talk to people he comes off as dumb and tends to ramble to get to what he’s trying to say. He smokes weed to cope with his symptoms because it’s not easy to get through the day when everything feels bad. When Greg first starts working with Tom, I think Tom would definitely be like “that’s not a real thing, you idiot” because he thinks Greg’s just trying to get out of things and make excuses for any incompetence. But then he gets to know Greg better and really care for him, he realizes that “oh, he wasn’t fucking with me” and he becomes unbearable. He is constantly checking in, offering more pto, saying he knows how to give a great shoulder massage (and sometimes just doing it), dropping hints that he has painkillers in his office if Greg needs them, panicking that Greg needs to go to the hospital when he has a flare up. And Greg’s overwhelmed but mostly touched by the fact that Tom wants to take care of him. He does however have to tell Tom to calm the fuck down because if things keep going this way Tom will probably die of a stress-induced heart attack or go broke trying to fund research for a fibromyalgia cure.

first of all i am so sorry that you've been suffering like that 🥺 i really hope things look up for you soon, and you feel better <3

second of all project away! i love to do that too. and. this is sssoooo fjlkdfdfg god i love tom being over protective and doting, because he would, he'd want to take care of greg so much, and would! the massages! little smile when greg relaxes under his touch and seem to feel a bit better. the one time greg forgets/runs out of painkillers and tom has them right there for him, gets him a glass of water to take them with. and yeah greg is like. eeeeeee at the attention and care but absolutely would eventually be like Relax i am begging you take care of yourself too or let me take care of you! fund research for a fibromyalgia cure ooommg 🥺 that just made me die a bit, wuhhh.

ty for the sweet ask and again, hope things improve for you asap <3

[valiantroeagleangel]

ITS ME AGAIN HELLO!! YES TAKE YOUR TIME AND ENJOY YOUR VISIT!!!

This is like SO self indulgent and also probably very silly but it was inspired by me watching the All Tall Things Must Come to An End series of behind the scenes clips <3 this will talk a little bit about weed so I hope that’s ok!! if not, im sorry and please feel free to ignore, but here you areee!!

So when I was watching, I was high HWVSJWNE and it seemed like there were definitely moments where they were high too, Vinny in particular LMAO. I’ve always loved this particular trope that involves being high and getting tickled. its MY EVERYTHING. Idea wise, Vinny and the Reader take edibles/smoke and are both chatting about the random thoughts that pop into their heads. Eventually, the reader gets a silly idea (we’ll say Vinny already knows she like being tickled to make life easier <3) she asks Vinny if she can talk about it for a second and he perks up excitedly. She explains she saw a post somehwere that said being high made you more ticklish. She pauses. He pauses. “So you want me to test it out don’t you?” She covers her face with her hands and nods. He smirks and takes the opportunity of her covering her eyes to strike. He’d probably start with her sides, skittering his fingers up and down. Lingering on her ribs when he notices her stronger reaction there. “You know, you can ask me to tickle you right?” She continues to giggle, not sure how to respond to his question. Of course she knows she can, but it always makes her so flustered. To her horror, he stop for a moment. He crosses his hands and grins. “Did you hear me?” She nods, “Oh ok so then you won’t mind me asking you to ask me for it right?” That smirk returns. He watches as the blush rises on her cheeks. He slowly walks his fingers up her thigh. “It’s so easy! You just have to say, ‘can you please tickle me Vinny,’ that’s it!” “But it’s haaaard” she whines playfully. Not wanting to give in this easily. He was prepared for that. “I can wait,” he says like a teacher awaiting a classroom of rambunctious students. She pouts, realizing she HAS to ask or else the precious tickles aren’t coming her way. Vinny watches in real time as she figures all of this out, pleased that he can make her feel this way. “Can you please.. do the thing?” She offers. He stares at her, “Do what thing?” He smirks again, feigning cluelessness as he giggles to himself. “Do I have to say it, you know what i mean!” She protests. “Come onnn you can say the word tickle, it’s not scary,” he watches as she almost winces at the word. “What does it make you flustered?” He asked, semi seriously. She blushes even more, meaning the answer is yes. “Well well well, thats exciting. I’ll keep that in mind.” She sighs, realizing there’s no getting out of this. It’s just a word! A dumb stupid word that is the key to getting her shit rocked. “Can you tickle me, pleaseee” she sing songs. Vinny nods, his hands suddeny meeting her tummy again. “See wasn’t that easy!” He teases. The reader just giggles in bliss the entire time. Of course she lowkey retaliates bc Vinny is like a little puppy I think he would vibe with getting tickled. He’d still protest and fight back a little bit, but internally he’d love every second. Which makes her all the more happy <3 Conclusion: yes it does make you more ticklish and they keep that in mind for later <3

Part of me also wants to include that the reader or maybe vinny is not super ticklish usually. The weed just makes them more open and so the tickly feelings get to them a lot more. Which is so amazing for them <3.

OK THATS MY SILLY IDEA THANK YOU I HOPE IT WAS FUN HEHEH THATS WHAT IVE GOT FOR RIGHT NOW, PLUS I HAVENT WRITTEN IN Y E A R S BUT!!! It’s the concept that counts HEHE OK BYEEEE

- 😽👻

OMG YES YOU AGAIN. HELLO BABE, TAKE A SIT. LET'S CHAT FOR A BIT.

Because please- I love this! I WANT VINNY TO TICKLE ME WHEN I'M HIGH. I haven't SmOkEd in years but this is now a new need in my life. Thanks. Getting high with that dude must be the best thing in the world. Don't ask me why, I don't know. I just have that feeling you know. Makes my heart ache.

Like- it must be so peaceful and yet so funny and full of love and AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH.

But babe I love your silly ideas and HC honestly. You're getting me real good with your tickling visions. 🫠🫠

THANK YOU FOR THAT ONE. <3

[illusorysinger]

emoji oc ask game from @.brown-little-robin

filling this out for helvius this time because he's my rotating blorbo of the week i guess

cw for mentions of suicide

🌈 - Do you associate any colors with them?

honey color--anywhere from a rich amber to a thin yellow

👁️ - How do other people perceive this oc? How close do their first assumptions come to the truth?

as far as demons go, he comes across pretty chill. and he is, to the point of disaffected. he can look more cold and tough, and uses that, but he's literally just so chill.

💝 - How much effort do they put into appearances? Do they have a favorite article of clothing?

he's rather low-maintenance, except that he keeps getting new piercings. he likes jewelry more than clothing and it shows.

⚠️ - If this oc came with a warning sign, what would it be?

🤔... "he doesn't care about you!!!" *proceeds to ignore the sign*

🌨️ - If this oc had a day free from all their responsibilities, how would they spend it?

loitering in public places with his friends, smoking and people-watching

💙 - Describe their bedroom! Is it personalized, unchanged? Messy, neat?

run-down apartment. he keeps it clean, but there's only so much you can do when like the paint is peeling etc. It doesn't look like much but it's his. (*i haven't decided if he has roommates yet.) he knows exactly where everything is and will notice if anything is moved.

👖 - Coffee shop or high school AU, your choice: tell me their role.

high school delinquent would be the easiest choice, since it's so close to what he is already.

☕ - What is their preferred beverage(s)?

black coffee, absinthe, fernet-and-coke. the bitterer, the betterer.

🧁 - When is their birthday? How do they celebrate it, if at all?

i spent so much time rn trying to reverse engineer a birthday out of the signs i wanted him to have and then remembered he's born under a different fucking sky. His birthday's April 21st but he lies about when it is if it's convenient for him. (♉☀️♉🌙♑⬆️, by the way, if you care.)

🧠 - What is their stress response: fight, flight, freeze, or fawn?

freeze for chronic stress, fight for acute.

💭 - How is their mental health? Do they struggle with guilt or shame?

💔 - Does forgiveness come easily or with difficulty to this oc? Can they forgive others? What about themselves?

he considers himself blameless in pretty much all things, but is pretty chill about blame in general. if someone really wrongs him, he'll just cut them off. simple as.

❗- What are the highest priorities to this oc (at a point in their life of your choosing)?

he's a hedonist first and foremost. at the point he's met in the story, he's bored and aimless, just going with it, and apparently (he told me this just now) flirting with suicidal ideation.

⚔️ - How does this oc handle conflict?

he's stubborn as fuck, though not intensely passionate, so it's definitely a "wait 'til you realize you're wrong" kind of thing.

🌍 - What are this oc’s religious views?

he's a demon. ok real answer: he's pretty firmly anti-religion on the basis of being anti-authority.

🌊 - Does this oc have a secret or repressed desire?

apparently he low-key wants to kill himself. he's not talking about it to me though. he's the one who brought it up but NOW he doesn't want to talk about it!

✨ - Tell something that makes this oc feel happy!

drugs lmao. he's a heavy smoker and drinker and more than that he's well-connected to a network of substance providers.

🧶 - Do they do any arts, crafts, or creative hobbies?

yeah he draws. he likes pencil, charcoal, or monochrome pen on paper. he was asked to be in a band once but didn't play any instruments and wasn't interested in singing.

🍪 - What are their favorite scents?

tobacco smoke, weed smoke, wood smoke, charcoal, meat, liquor, blood. can't stand the candy ass vape scents though.

☔ - How does this oc feel about rain?

dislikes it. it doesn't help that demon world rains tend to be more dangerous than just water.

🌲 - Do they have a favorite location to hang out in?

he's a mall goth lmao

⚡ - Does this oc have any unusual or “irrational” fears?

not that he's telling

🗡️ - Does this oc have a signature object, accessory, or weapon?

✨piercings✨

💛 - Are they ‘good with children’, or more awkward?

oh my god no

🧡 - Physical touch: good or bad for this oc?

he doesn't seek it out often but he appreciates it. he doesn't consciously realize when he's being touchy.

👁️‍🗨️ - Eye contact: good or bad for this oc?

he's like

👁️👁️

🐺 - How does this oc deal with solitude?

i feel like i need more context for this one. like being on his own in a situation? he's fine. he's tough and level headed. being shifted to the backrooms alone? he'll figure it out. being shifted to the backrooms with his friends, who then disappear? he'll start tearing down walls.

🔅 - How does this oc deal with physical pain?

he's tough. doesn't think about it. he'll straight up black out trying to ignore pain. self medication!

🌱 - Share one of this oc’s early memories.

i'm not sure if demons have childhoods the way we do. he does remember the great fires of chicago, london, aaaaand rome.

🐰 - How huggable is this oc?

quite but he will not let you

🍁 - What is this oc’s favorite season?

he doesn't have one. i'm beginning to think he might be high-key depressed with his lack of investment in anything and substance abuse problems. WONDER WHERE THAT COMES FROM

🌕 - If this oc was an animal, what kind would they be?

reptilian i have yet to narrow down

🦷 - Would this oc ever bite someone?

hehe yeeaaaaa

🐉 - Very serious question… are they more like a dragon, or a unicorn?

dragon, but he doesn't have wings

🐸 - What’s this oc’s sense of humor like?

mean. haven't really developed it yet i'm working on it

🚷 - Tell one difference between yourself and this oc!

i think the only thing we have in common is the substance abuse/depression

📓 - Do you associate any quotes or lyrics with this oc?

*blasting sub urban songs at max volume* no

[atlafan]

maybe i’m mistaken but i recall you saying something about having a big age gap to one or all of your siblings - if thats true, did you like having this age gap? i’m a bit worried about my kids having a pretty big age gap and personally don’t know many people who grew up with siblings who weren’t close in age

Yeah! So my oldest sister is 9 years older than me, my brother is 7 years older than me, and my other sister is about 3 1/2 years older than me.

I think with any family/siblings, age gaps don’t need to be a reason you’re not close. For a while, the four of us did a lot of things together. Like for holidays and whatnot. My oldest sister would babysit all of us, so we’d all go go for walks to Friendlys or go to the movies. My oldest sister also had to like change my diapers and stuff lmao so I usually call her my other mother. And I’ll always be her baby sister.

In all honesty, I went through phases where I was closer with each of them. Me and my sisters all had to share a room until I was about 10. Then me and the sister I’m closest in age with shared our attic as a bedroom up until she went away to college. We would play Barbie’s and stuff like that, but she also wanted absolutely nothing to do with me after a certain age. We were always getting lumped together and naturally she couldn’t stand it.

When I was really little, I hated sleeping in my own bed. So I’d crawl into bed with my sister im closest in age with. If she wasn’t having it, I’d go down the hall to my brothers room and he’d let me sleep in his bed with him. I don’t know why I was like this, but it took me years to be able to sleep by myself

My brother I was close with for a while because he would actually like sit and watch tv with me. Like we watched SpongeBob and a ton of Cartoon Network cartoons together. And my brother would actually listen when I talked and just sort of be there for me during a rough patch. But he’d also give it to me straight if he needed to. And he had the same like “do I have to bring her along” attitude when he got older which of course makes sense. What teenager wants to hang out with their baby sister when all they want to do is go smoke weed with their friends? lmao but my brother in general was always very good to me and I just thought he was this cool guy. He is my other dad much like how my oldest sister is my other mom

Now the sister I was closest in age with she and I have pretty much always been at odds like once we were a little older. Like I was in 5th grade when she was on 8th grade, so we were only in school together for like a year every three years. We fought the most. Even the summer my mom paid her to babysit me and do fun things with me, we barely did anything fun! It was really fucking annoying lmao and like not that we’re super close now but I am able to have a conversation and look to her for advice and she and I are just very similar in general which pisses me off sometimes because I’m like if we hadn’t spent so much time fighting we could’ve realized how similar we are so much sooner. I did everything she did because I looked up to her a lot. Like if she took an AP class, then I took an AP class.

Also..when things were bad between my parents, which was almost always, the four of us had each other. We could all huddle in one persons room and wait for the arguing to be over. We’d all take a bullet for the other. Like when my life fell apart and I FaceTimed my sister as Nick was walking out the door and I couldn’t even talk, she goes “do I need to come up there?” And I nodded, so she hopped in the car, grabbed my other sister and my mom, and they drove the two hours north to come be with me. Meanwhile, I was able to call my brother and talk to him and he helped me to sort of calm down a little. I would do anything for any one of their children. Like we can all count on each other you know?

Also my two oldest siblings are exactly two years apart and they’re not close at all lmao so age doesn’t have to be a factor for how close the siblings are. It really depends on the parents and like the kids themselves wanting to be around each other.

Long story short, don’t worry about it.

[lynsburner]

your fics are so amazing!! where do you usually get inspiration from?

Thank you so much! Also, my apologies, because as always, it's time to give an unnecessary, long-ass answer to questions that should take a second to respond to.

So, this is threefold.

One: I love me a rom-com. I love two people who should be together finally find their way to each other. Some of my favorites are What If? (also called The F Word in some places) which to me is friends to lovers excellence, and there's a scene where they turn the "grand gesture" trope on its head that I LOVE, About Time (and the message of living every day to the fullest), and I really did like Plus One, which is another great friends to lovers time. Also, as we know, I am a sucker for Practical Magic. I just like writing stories like these lol

Two: .... don't hate me for this, but spite/determination LMAO. There were fics that I wanted to see/read but couldn't seem to find them... so I wrote them myself!

I didn't really get into reading/writing self-insert until a few years ago, and even then, I was mostly reading the silly/Wattpad-level bad ones with friends as a joke. But, like most things I do, it went from being ironic to unironic really quickly and I thought to myself, "Hey, if these people can do this, so can I!" Most of these stories lived on my notes app and I exchanged them with a single friend. The more (once I realized who and who wouldn't judge me for writing these) friends who saw them encouraged me to publish them. And now I have this burner account lol.

So, long story short: there are just things I wanted to read and I thought "Well, if no one else will... guess I'll have to step up to the plate. "

Not that I think I'm writing anything revolutionary. This is my burner account self-insert blog. My name isn't really Lyn. This is my little secret aka my commitment to the bit is truly... unmatched.

And three: My first ever published fic from this account was inspired by a genuine long-distance relationship I was in at the time (he was also just as tall, and had long hair, but from a neighboring country lol) and being frustrated I couldn't meet them because of the pandemic. So I kind of channeled that want (and even some of the moments we had shared) in there.

The second one in that series was inspired by more real-life experience, as well as a shit ton of tik-toks of plus-size women having shared their experience of more conventionally attractive people trying to flirt with their significant others in front of them. I really wanted to attempt to subvert expectations with that one and say while it might feel good in the moment, constantly being overlooked because of the body you lived in fucking SUCKS.

The third in that series literally came together in a week of just an idea I had that was just like... yeah this relationship is hard... and no one's perfect.. but love, man! I also just desperately needed a vacation IRL lol Plus, a lovely anon kept messaging me about that series and I had the urge to revisit it.

With the most recent one, that angst was actually scrapped dialogue from the third in that series that I just wanted to explore more? Like that one had the end goal of them getting engaged and I knew if I had them genuinely yelling at each other, that engagement wouldn't be earned. So to a blank slate of a couple it went to! Also, lbr, Unreal Unearth is truly so tragic when it comes to its themes (specifically about love) so I pulled from there a teensy bit.

And, then the chaptered one was fully inspired by that tumblr post that was like "He's a sound guy. Shite Craic. Would not have him round for cans, on my life" where they described Andrew as a dude who only mopes and smokes weed. I just thought it would be very funny to make him a bit of a cynical asshole. Plus, I technically have a film degree, and dreams of becoming a professional screenwriter in me, so writing dialogue is my absolute favorite thing. Love silly banter between two people who just need to kiss already.

Again, so sorry for this being so long, but I am a sucker for an ego-boost-filled deep dive.

[isdalinarhot]

first here is the sfw version of the headcanon alphabet meme. that versions all boring and like ooooh talk about what a good boyfriend husband your favorite character would be a-z headcanon prompts!!!!! and i have to be realistic and look inside myself and go Yeah Dalinar Would Be Really Shitty At This Actually. which i think is funny. anyway yeah

[NOTE: these memes were created by a random x reader blogger so sometimes they say stuff like what would it be like for them to date you? For every “you” assume the “you” in question is Evi Sadeas and Navani. his weed smoking girlfriends]

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) we can get canon with this one. dalinar is like. weird about physical affection. very notably weird about physical affection. hates pda hates all of that. but if he likes someone enough he’ll tolerate it (sigh. eg navani. if he and sadeas werent hashtag descreet probs him too honestly)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) well historically most of dalinar’s friendships have started with, like, feats of strength? like either dalinar kills someone or someone else just barely doesnt kill dalinar or they wrestle and have a warriors bond etc. lot of Love As Violence type friendships. then pre him getting sober the bond is usually formalized by going out for drinks and post getting sober i dunno i guess he sits there and recites the way of kings for you and if you dont want to kill him on the spot youre friends

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) nah hes not really big on cuddling. to be treated soft gentle is weird for mr violence. both sadeas and evi are cloth mother ass motherfuckers though so he does end up doing a lot of cuddling with them and with sadeas since hes like. actually attracted to him lmao he does have cuddle preferences kind of… sadeas likes being the big spoon so its a lot of like sitting on sadeas’s lap if his big fat ass crushes sadeas’s legs paralyzing him instantly thats how hed want it to happen. get held soft and gentle like hamburger.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) dalinar is one of those freaks who enjoys the idea of being married but hes so shit at chores yall. hes so shit at them. it doesnt matter because hes rich as fuck but oh my god he burns his quesadillas and theres mold in his kitchen sink. his divorce pad has like a constant fruit fly infestation. its bad

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) probs would accidently set them on fire i dunno.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) this bondsmith ass motherfucker is So Serious About Committment but like i dunno in a modern au where he isnt royalty that needs to be married off as quickly as possible i think it would take a couple years at least. like he has to make sure he doesn’t fuck it up irreperably, yknow?

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) dalinar crushes you when you get a hug from him because he doesn’t realize the extent of his strength. this is both literal and a metaphor for his emotional demeanor.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) oh shit h was hugs. well g has all my dalinar hug thoughts. please dalinar pressurize me like a diamond

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) has dalinar ever said i love you in his entire life WHILE SOBER. because when he’s drunk he’ll say i love you to anybody. he’ll say i love you to teleb because teleb bought him shitty bar appetizers. but sober i think you can pry i love you out of his cold dead hands #repression

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) well like we know how that went with gavilar and navani right? he mostly repressed it? yeah

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) oh yeah baby dalinar kissie kissie headcanons. dalinar kisses are like…. hmm. well in the blackthorn days hes very not good at it like he doesnt know what the hell hes supposed to do with his teeth. its like the captain crunch blowjob but with kissing. but he figures his shit out eventually. where does he like to kiss people…. well if its a woman hes obviously gonna go in for the safehand kiss yknow get a little bit saucy with it. if its a not a woman its like. i dunno hell kiss them wherever i dunno. where he likes to be kissed… on the chest…. smooch a titty for him…. please he needs it

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Bad. next question

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) dalinar is one of those freaks who wakes up at 7 am and immediately gets out of bed and gets dressed and has breakfast and he usually has the energy. unless hes hungover but like come on that doesnt count

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) this is another pre post getting sober thing like modern day non flashback dalinar goes to bed at roshar 10 pm sleeps through the night early to bed early to rise and all that. pre getting sober depending on how Rough a period of his life he’s going through he is essentially just getting drunk once the sun starts going down (like before that even maybe, like during golden hour) and then going to bed once he either gets too tired or passes out whcihever one comes first. eyah.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) it takes a few months for him to start opening up i think. and depending on the nature of the relationship he might not open up at all. hes pretty private

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) he’s deffo gotten more patient as he’s gotten older. Like blackthorn dalinar would kill for any reason but now he’s like “a rational mature adult” or whatever

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) he’s not good at the details, no :( like it’s not a malicious thing or anything, and he does try, but if he was asked quick what’s Navani’s favorite food! he’d be like uhhhhhhhh

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) the answer for Evi is probably something cynical. Any of the times she told Dalinar she was pregnant (because it means he gets to stop having sex with her) probably come to mind. The answer for Navani is more difficult because it’s been such a short relationship so far in the grand scheme of his life, but I think the Stormfather wedding was probably really special. And Sadeas… I mean, when Sadeas died the big thing was his bachelor party, right? Which I think is probably a blanket answer for all the times they got drunk, screwed around, but Sadeas was still there in the morning. Yeah

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) in the words of Navani, Dalinar is “a touch overprotective. In the way a highstorm could be a touch windy”. How he protects his partners…. I mean, he’s not really Protecting them he’s just kinda going nooooooo don’t do this you’ll get hurt!!!!!!!!! and then they don’t get hurt anyway. How he wants to be protected hmm…… I bet he is thinking about Sadeas killing a bunch of guys to defend his honor and blushing and kicking his feet

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) not much honestly. Sorry :(

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) I mean there’s the drinking too much and the killing civilians and all that, and the trying to be in control when by all rights he shouldn’t be the one in control, stuff like that.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) none. Not a bit. Zero. Cares about looking clean and professional when in a good headspace, but other than that he does not care. He knows he’s sexy to the right people he doesn’t need to obsess over it. May we all strive to be more like him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) gonna be real, no. He loves Navani very much, he loved Sadeas very much, and if something happened to either of them (well it already happened to Sadeas but y’know) he’d spend a few days being sad and then move on.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) dalinar would go insane for bbq pulled pork if they had that on Roshar. Honestly.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) I think Evi is the exact opposite of Dalinar’s type in every way

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) Guy who snores. Guy who snores so loudly and it’s so annoying and they don’t even have cpap machines on Roshar

say what you will about the x reader types but they sure can come up with bangers of prompt lists

[purbiworl]

Wait, has dad been they/them-ing me beyond just that once???