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mushiewrites · 10 months

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Rise & Shine

I was originally writing this bc I felt the need to be rude to @wishitweresummer, but she actually just reached a little over 300 followers, and so this has become a lil fic present too for hitting such an incredible milestone! summer, you are cool as heck and I adore you SO MUCH, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did while picturing you reading this :D <3 love u!!!!

Sapnap is spending the day lounging by the pool, minding his own business and taking a lil panda nap. George is bored and decides to mess with him anyway

(lee!Sapnap / ler!George : 3K words)

George knew it was cruel, yet he didn’t seem to care enough to stop himself. He slipped two fingers between the blinds on the sliding glass door to the backyard, spreading them to create a gap he could see through.

The youngest of the three boys in the house was out by the pool on one of the lounge chairs, lying on his back with his hat pulled down over his face. His shirt had been discarded on the chair next to him, and his arms were crossed behind his head. Sapnap was in his swimming trunks, the black and white checkered design looking dry and telling him that he’d been in that same spot for a while now. His eyes trailed down to the boy’s feet, one protected by the flip flops he had worn, while the opposite was bare, the other shoe resting on its side on the chair. He looked so peaceful.

George only felt a little bad for what he was about to do.

He slid the door open slowly, trying not to wake Sapnap as he stepped out onto the hot concrete in his socks. Spinning on his heel, he turned back towards the door to close it, making sure to use the lightest amount of pressure to make sure it shut properly behind him without slamming closed. George turned around to face Sapnap again, standing there for a few seconds to make sure he hadn’t woken up. When no movement was detected, George made his way over to him.

Sapnap was definitely asleep, the sound of quiet snoring coming from beneath his hat now audible as he got closer. The elder stopped when he reached the foot of Sapnap’s chair, folding his arms across his chest as he looked the shorter boy up and down, thinking of how exactly he planned to entertain himself. It didn’t take long for his eyes to land on the feet in front of him, the toes wiggling as Sapnap took in a deep breath and stretched slightly. He slowly ran a finger over the toes of the bare foot, just over the pads, and was rewarded with a tiny squeak. George repeated the action again, biting his bottom lip to keep from laughing when Sap whined in his sleep, curling his toes and letting out the tiniest giggle.

“Poor thing.” George whispered under his breath to no one in particular, moving his legs apart and taking a few steps forward to straddle the chair, directly over Sapnap’s ankles. He stayed standing, reaching a hand behind him to play with the curled toes a bit more as Sapnap continued to stir beneath him. The nail of his pointer finger scraped lightly over the pad of his big toe, making him squirm and jerk his foot away, beginning to wake up properly.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”

“Nohoho…” Sapnap whined from behind his hat as he felt a weight settle on his shins, fingertips moving from his toes to his arch. George leaned forward and stretched out with his free hand, gently removing the hat and giving the boy time to bring his hands up to cover his face from the blinding sun. The elder giggled when he saw a flash of pink skin, noticing Sapnap’s blush immediately and cooing at him.

“You either got way too much sun or are flustered out of your sleepy little mind right now.” George commented, allowing his giggles to flow freely now at the way Sapnap snatched the hat from his hand and held it back over his face.

“M’ not!”

“You’re not? So you just got sunburnt then? Silly little pandas, you really should use sunscreen!” George replied, moving his hand that previously held the hat to join the one behind him, reaching around until he felt the flip flop and gripped onto it lightly. This caught Sapnap’s attention right away, sending him into a frenzy and grabbing at George’s arms as he sat up straight in the lounge chair. This didn’t deter him, though, and he continued to pull at the shoe, trying to slide it off but finding it hard due to Sapnap flailing and curling his toes in a desperate attempt to keep it on. After a minute of fighting, George let go of the shoe and brought both of his hands in front of him, crossing his fingers together and looking at Sapnap, as if he were waiting for something.

“George wh- NAHAHAHA! NO NONONO FUCK!”

Sapnap’s curiosity was silenced, George’s hands now suddenly squeezing and prodding at his thighs like his life depended on it. He paused briefly to adjust himself, sliding himself up the smaller boy’s shins and settling back down right below his knees before digging right back in. George’s fingers squeezed above his kneecaps, making Sapnap kick out with a squeal. They both heard a small splash, making George pause and turn around, only to burst into bright giggles. The flip flop that Sapnap so desperately tried to keep as protection was flung from his foot in his struggles, now floating around on the surface of the pool. George turned back around and came face to face with a very blushy Sapnap, only laughing harder when the younger slapped the hat back over his face once more.

“Stohohop laughing! It’s your fahault!” Sapnap whined through his laughter as George’s fingers sprung to life again, this time moving up a few inches and digging circles in with his thumbs right at the inner middle part of the boy’s thighs. Sapnap arched his back, his laughter flowing into the air as George continued to squeeze and torment the younger boy. He used the nails of his four idle fingers to skitter lightly over the tops of Sapnap’s thighs while his thumbs switched to pushing in for seconds at a time, smirking and giggling to himself whenever Sapnap screamed.

“I always forget just how ticklish you are here, Sappy,” George spoke over his laughter, his volume a little louder than usual to make sure the younger boy heard him. “Listen to how giggly you are! Your nose is probably all scrunched too, isn’t it?”

Sapnap shook his head quickly, hat still pressed firmly over his face as he protested through his cackles. George smirked, pride flowing through him when he saw how red the tips of Sapnap’s ears were. It was a sign of victory in his mind, having the younger boy falling apart below him with just a few well placed squeezes and pokes. He moved his hands up further, giving an experimental squeeze to the tops of his inner thighs and breaking out into a huge grin when Sapnap screeched. The sound was unlike anything George had heard him make before, and he quickly decided he needed to hear it again immediately.

The Brit moved himself up a bit more, adjusting himself until he was hovering above Sapnap’s knees. Before sitting down - and before Sapnap knew what was happening - George reached behind him and gripped onto his right ankle, quickly bending the leg at the knee and turning it to the side, until the milky skin of Sapnap’s inner thigh was facing the skylights. The brunette sat down quickly before Sapnap could correct the positioning and straighten his leg out, successfully trapping his thigh in the most vulnerable way.

The tips of George’s fingers barely grazed the exposed skin before his wrists were scooped up and yanked away harshly, a string of protests and pleads falling from Sapnap’s lips. George pulled on his wrists lightly, laughing when the younger boy’s grip tightened. He lifted his head and was once again face to face with Sapnap, the hat once covering his face nowhere to be found as he pouted at the older boy.

“Please, please you cahan’t! George- George, nohohot there! Come on, don’t be a little bitch!” Sapnap’s lips pressed tightly together as he realized what he said, his eyes now pointed down in his lap to avoid meeting George’s gaze. He heard the brunette let out a quiet hum of disapproval, followed by silence, making him more anxious with every second that passed by. Just when he was about to beg for forgiveness, he saw a flash of brown hair dart towards him, letting out a high pitched scream when he felt teeth nibbling at the muscle between his neck and shoulder.

“FUCK! Nohoho no! Stohohop, fucking stohop! George, no!” George’s wrists were released as Sapnap flung his hands up to gently grab his face, lightly squeezing George’s cheeks as he pushed his face out from the crook of his neck. Once his face was completely out of its hiding spot, George wasted no time, digging both of his hands into the soft thigh that was practically immobile.

“NOHOHOHO! NO, FUHUHUCK OFF! GEHET OFF!” Sapnap was screaming through his laughter, flipping between flinging himself to sit straight up and slamming himself back down against the chair. The side of Sapnap’s foot was slapping against the plastic, not able to do anything with it other than pathetically wiggle in lieu of kicking.

George spread all of his fingers as far apart as he could , pressing in his fingertips and vibrating his hands back and forth. He eventually found the spot at the top of Sapnap’s thigh that the boy was trying to hide, and George giggled as Sapnap made the foreign noise once again. To his horror, this only encouraged George to tickle harder, squeezing and pinching at the sensitive area. The action sent Sapnap into another round of cackles, the raspiness from laughing so hard creating little breaks of silence in between them. George leaned forward slightly, allowing some of his weight to rest more on his hands, purely to add more pressure onto his tickling fingers. Sapnap shook his head quickly, throwing himself down against the back of his chair again as he squealed out in ticklish agony. His arms were wrapped tightly around his torso, a hand gripping onto George’s wrists every so often, but not having any strength to pull them away and end his suffering. George took this moment of extreme weakness to walk the hand that was higher up on Sapnap’s thigh to the very top of it, slotting his thumb into the muscle in the crease between his hip and thigh and pressing down lightly. Sapnap shrieked, bucking his hips up violently and almost throwing George off of him.

“Oh? What’s this, angel? Did I find something?” George gave another press with his thumb, this time wiggling it slightly. This time he was prepared when Sapnap attempted to buck up again, breaking out into hysterics when George began making little circles in the seemingly hypersensitive spot. He abandoned the vulnerable inner thigh in favor of using both hands on the newly rediscovered spot, placing them on either side to mirror each other and digging in. Sapnap wailed, kicking and thrashing and doing anything he could to try and dislodge George.

“NAHAHAHA PL-PLEHEHEASE! NOHOHO- I- I CAHAN’T I-!” Sapnap was blubbering through his hysterics, flopping around like a fish out of water as George tickled him to tears. He could feel them welling up in the corner of his eyes, unable to stop them from falling when he squeezed his eyes shut tighter.

“This must be a really bad spot, huh, Sap? Look at you, you’re crying like a little tickle baby!” He could hear George giggling at him, only further flustering him and making him whine through his laughter. He gripped onto George’s wrists again, pulling and yanking as much as he could, only to find he was sapped of all strength.

“GEOHOHORGE!” He complained as he twisted in his seat, taking in a much needed breath when George’s fingers finally came to a stop. The elder shook the grip off of his wrists, instead taking Sapnap’s hands in his own and bringing them to his mouth to place a kiss on each one, right along the knuckles. This made the younger boy whine through his giggles, still trying to catch his breath but allowing himself to relax into the touch.

“Alright, Sap, just one more thing and then I’ll stop tormenting you.” George compromised, smiling with a giggle when Sapnap let out a defeated whimper. He gently moved his hands from George’s and brought them up to his face, rubbing at his reddening cheeks in an attempt to control his blush. It was useless, but he continued to do it anyway as a form of self soothing. George took this as a sign to continue.

Suddenly nimble fingers were back on his inner thighs, spidering and squeezing and pressing in as much as they could. Sapnap cried out at the intensity, bringing his hands to his hair and pulling as an outlet to release some of the tickly energy surging through him. Every squeeze and pinch to his inner thighs sent him into another fit of laughter, squeals and squeaks and raspy giggles spilling out and deafening both of them. But George didn’t care, only interested in coaxing out the most embarrassing noises he could produce from the squirmy boy beneath him. Sapnap could feel the cool air against the wetness of his cheeks, bringing his hands down to rub at his eyes to get rid of the lingering tears there. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take - his lungs felt like they were on fire, and his breathing was getting more shallow the harder he laughed. Just when he thought he would have to pull out the safeword, the tickles stopped, finally allowing him to breathe again.

“You actually did pretty well! I was expecting you to fling me off of you like, halfway through that!” George rubbed his palms over the tingly skin of Sapnap’s thighs, trying to ease the ghost tickles that were still lingering there. The younger boy continued to giggle as he slowly sat up, replacing George’s hands with his own. George moved his hands down Sapnap’s thigh, instead rubbing the area above his knees soothingly to try and help him calm down.

“You…whahat the hell, George?! I was trying to sleep!” He whined, trying his hardest to sound mad but failing as his giggles continued to flow from him. George giggled along with him, shrugging his shoulders and dipping his head down, clearly bashful about the situation he created.

“I know, but I was bored! I couldn’t help it. Don’t act like you didn’t have fun!” George snapped back, lifting his head back up and meeting Sapnap’s eyes, daring him to deny it. The younger boy got the point, rolling his eyes with a sigh as the last of his giggles finally dissolved on his tongue.

“Geez Sap, you were so squirmy. Look! You threw your hat!” George chuckled as he spotted the black hat on the ground under the chair next to them, leaning down and stretching to pick it up between his pointer and middle fingers, not wanting to stand up to get it. He managed to lift it, gliding it up and over Sapnap’s lap before dropping it on top of his thighs. Sapnap was quick to grab it, dusting it off before putting it back on his head, adjusting it until it sat perfectly in place.

“Yeah, and look what you did to my flip flop!” Sapnap yelled as he pointed at the floating shoe, his slight annoyance seeping through his tone. He let out a yelp as George squeezed into the sensitive above his hip bones, jolting to the side and growling when the elder let out a little giggle. He watched as George stood up, walking towards the edge of the pool to see for himself.

“I didn’t do this, idiot, that was all you. It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish.” George scoffed, turning briefly to roll his eyes at Sapnap before turning back towards the pool. Sapnap rolled his eyes back, breaking into a small smirk as he got an idea. He slowly stood up for the lounge chair, careful to be as quiet as possible as he started walking towards George.

“Yeah, it’s not like you were the one tickling me to death.” Sapnap argued back, keeping his tone the same as to not throw himself off and ruin his own plan.

“Whatever, it’s not my- WAH!”

George screamed out as he was pushed from behind by the younger, sending him forward and right into the pool. When he resurfaced, he gasped for air, letting out a loud screech when the black flip flop bobbed next to him. He looked around the room quickly, trying to reorient himself when his eyes finally landed on Sapnap. He was bent over, laughing hysterically like he was still being tickled.

“You’re an idiot! What is wrong with you?!” George yelled, grabbing the shoe and throwing it as hard as he could in Sapnap’s direction. The younger boy dodged it, turning back towards George and sticking his tongue out at him. The brunette glared at him with a look that could kill, wiping the wet hair out of his eyes before speaking.

“You’re fucking dead, Sapnap.” George made a move for the ladder, sending Sapnap running towards the back door to the house. He watched the younger boy frantically grab at the handle as he began to climb out of the pool, teasing him the whole time.

“I’m gonna get you, Sap!” George called in a sing-song tone, laughing when Sapnap let out a scream as he flung the door open, quickly turning around and sliding it shut with a loud thud. He grabbed a towel from the chair to dry himself off as he watched Sapnap disappear into the house, shaking his head with a chuckle. George was in no rush, knowing he had plenty of time to catch up to Sapnap and tickle him to pieces again. Only this time, it would be easier.

This time he’d have a very big puppy on his side, eager to help destroy Sapnap.

#lee!sapnap #ler!george #hehehehehehee #thank u juno for helping me with the title!!!#thank u cal baby for reading too #summmer i hope u love it :3 #and think about it for a loooooong time <3 :D #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff

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endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus · 7 months

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[headcannons] Getting high with Papa & the ghouls [NSFW]

GIF by venus-2273

Warnings - MDNI 18+, explicit language, mentions of smoke/weed and sexual commentary/actions.

The title speaks for itself

if you would like me to write about the ghouletttes, please let me know <3

Huge, huge, huge thank you to my bestie @sink-me-in-your-ocean

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ℙ𝕒𝕡𝕒 𝕀𝕍

Claims to know what he is doing

In his office, he taps on the wooden desk and you do as instructed, sitting with your legs on either side of his thighs while he is slouched in his throne

Opens the top drawer and pulls out a match book and a pre-rolled joint

He licks his lips before propping the joint between his lips, he raises a brow to you - not realizing you mimicked his action of swiping your own tongue over your lips. You bite down on your bottom lip, your face flushing in a hue of deep ruby red.

Not only did his rise to power and wicked dance moves make you weak in the knees, this was taking that to another level.

He shakes his head, a devilish grin appearing and he continues with nimble fingers. Papa rips a single match from its home and strikes it against the red strip on the back of the package.

It instantly ignites, he cups his hand around it to keep the flame from going out, and brings it up to the end of the joint. He takes a few small puffs, making sure it's evenly burning before he takes a bigger hit.

In a slow exhale, the smoke escapes, hugging the features of his face before disappearing in the air. He offers it to you and you excitingly accept, taking it between your thumb and pointer finger. In a swift inhale, you indulge, watching the end of it burn red and ash forming immediately following.

Courteously, you blow the smoke away, and he takes it back, your fingers grazing during the exchange. He winks before bringing it to his lips and taking another drawn out inhale. Mid hit, he begins to violently cough, smoke spewing out during his attack. You quickly take the joint and place it in the ashtray before tending to him.

You grab a bottle of water that was sitting on the desk and tell him to drink up. He tries his best, hunched over, his hands grasping the sides of your thighs, attempting to hold himself. Your hand flies to rub his back, and he catches his breath. He rests his head on your thigh, still recovering and you move your hand to pet his hair.

Silly rat man…

𝕊𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕤

Always has a pre-rolled joint tucked behind his ear

He is more than happy to share his stash with the other Brothers and Sisters of sin

Practically begs for you to join him

Has a tray, all the ingredients laid out to create the perfect blunt for you two to enjoy

The both of you are sitting criss crossed on the floor, the tray separating you two

He hums as he begins the ancient ritual

His slender fingers pick up a piece of paper and hold it in the palm of his hand as he sprinkles the ground buds in a line. Once he was happy at the amount of flour, he picked up one side of the paper and began to tuck it in. You were captivated by how flawless his execution was, more invested on how delicately his fingers moved.

Slowly rolling and making sure the ends were packed in tight, he brought it to his mouth and you held your breath. With a smooth swipe of his velvet tongue, he seductively licked the edge. Your eyes locked as he did and a cool shiver possessed your being, making you shudder.

He casually chuckled at your reaction, “Is it cold in here?” his eyes grazed over your figure and landed on your braless, perked breasts, your hardened nipples poking out of your thin shirt.

“Here, this should warm you right up” with a suggestive wink and his voice laced in adoration of your display, he held the spliff out for you. You rolled your eyes at the benign comment, ignoring the fact that he was clearly turned on by your mind-of-their-own breasts and snatched the joint from him.

Your chest rose, puffing out as you took in a vast inhale, and you knew he was drooling at the sight. You blew the smoke out right in his face and as it dissipated he bit through it, flashing his pearly white fangs at you.

A low growl rumbled from his throat and you giggled at his sass. You played innocent, purposefully arching your back to give him a show as you took your hit. He reached out to pluck the blunt from your hand, invading your personal space and extinguishing it out on the tray before tucking it behind his ear.

You were puzzled, a bit nervous, had you upset him? You replayed the last few minutes in your head, too distracted within the confines of your mind momentarily. There was no warning as he lunged forward and tackled you to the hard floor, his hands holding the back of your head to protect from the impact.

He peppered your face in kisses before he feverishly seized his lips onto yours, his entangled fingers in your hair gently tugging on the strands, eliciting a moan from you and granting him access for his tongue to wrestle yours in a fiery passion.

𝕄𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟

The real professional when it comes to weed

He has a display case dedicated to his collection of bongs and pipes

Very shy when inviting you into his room

You both are sitting on the edge of his bed

He nervously chuckled when he realized he was anxiously ripping a few bowls before you came by. He removed the bowl piece from the bong and dumped out the dust in a small trash can by his nightstand, apologizing for the haze that clung onto the walls in his room.

He crumbled up a piece of bud in his long fingers as he re-packed the bowl for you, a slight shake in his hand. You admired his room, very neat and organized, very fitting to his personality.

“W-would you like to light it, or me?” His hands were so big, he was able to balance the bong in one palm and the white lighter which looked so tiny in his other. You smiled and politely asked for him to ignite the lighter for you.

You picked up the crystal clear bong with both hands, being as cautious as you can. You positioned your hand to wrap around the neck of it and the other to support the bottom for the time being.

“Ready?” His voice was quiet and timid. You nodded and he set the green ablaze, you sucked in as long as you could, the bubbles vigorously vibrating inside the glass. You swiftly removed the bowl piece, making sure to inhale and clearing out all the smoke before shakily exhaling, a huge cloud emerging from your mouth.

You coughed a bit and he had a water bottle on hand, exchanging the items between your hands. You chugged about half of it when the tingling feeling of the high washed over you. Your eyes became so heavy, you ended up leaning against him and he welcomed you with open arms.

He cozily swaddled you in his massive arms and laid back, letting you rest your head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. His grip was tight but you didn’t mind, he was an adorable snuggly bear.

𝔻𝕖𝕨𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡

Doesn’t go anywhere without his pen

Likes to wear his mask and let the smoke cascade through its openings

Anytime you see him, he lets you sneakily take a hit

One time he placed it over his crotch and erected it like his cock as a joke

It didn’t stop you from getting on your knees to suck it, keeping your eyes fixated on his

Demon boy died at the sight, “You’re so fucking hot.” he snarled through gritted teeth

You bumped into him in the hallway: he was leaving rehearsals at a pretty late hour which is why you gave him a confused look. He read your mind, replying to the unprompted question, “Technical difficulties,” he groaned.

You sighed, knowing he was most likely irritated and wanting to escape to decompress before he unleashed his fury on innocent folks. He fished out his gray pen from his back pocket, flashing it between his thumb and pointer finger and nodded his head towards the exit outside. Words were not needed as this was his signal for you to join him.

I have a few minutes to spare.

He led the way to his secret spot in the gardens, it was tucked away in the furthest forgotten corner. The hedges, which hadn’t been tended to in ages as they grew uncontrollably tall, were surrounded by piles of crunchy dead leaves covering the overgrown grass. He kicked away the debris to make room for you two to settle down. The dark sky was luminated by the moon and stars of various sizes twinkled brightly.

Your focus was on the shining stars, mentally connecting the dots to form your own constellations. He tapped the tip of the pen on your shoulder to get your attention, it was your turn to take a hit. You cheerfully accepted the device from his lithe digits, your eyes tracing over the protruding tendons and veins running down the back of his hand.

As you brought the pen to your lips to take a drawn out drag, he grasped your chin turning to face him, mere inches away from yours. As you exhaled he latched his lips onto yours, shot-gunning the massive cloud of smoke into his own lungs. His grip was taut and you blinked rapidly with wide doe eyes.

He licked his lips as the smoke exited his nostrils, tasting the strawberry flavored chapstick you sported on a daily basis. Without a second thought he dove back in for seconds, feasting on your bottom lip like his life depended on it.

ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞

Indulges quite often in the devils lettuce

Usually likes to have a smoking buddy

Wood worked a janky little box where he stashes all his materials

Phantom was laying on his stomach, fishing under his bed when you entered his bedroom. You tilted your head to the side, curious to what he was doing.

“Ah ha!” he hollered, his head appearing from the curtain of his bed skirt and holding a wooden carved - clearly homemade - box. He shimmed to sit up right, his back leaning on the frame of his bed.

He grinned like a giddy child in a candy shop, delighted you made it and motioned for you to join him. You approached him unsure where to hunker down. Unexpectedly, he yanked your hand and you landed in his lap, your back neatly pressed against his front. He had trapped you in a compact embrace, squeezing tight with his lean arms wrapped around your waist. You gasped and lightly tapped his forearm, flagging him to loosen his grip before you passed out.

You both giggled and you nuzzled into him, wiggling your butt over his crotch, purposefully stirring his cock awake.

“Hey, hey,” he teasfully growled, “settle down girl.” His hot, shaky breath caresses your earlobe, sending a bolt of electricity throughout your body. He placed the box in your lap, his chin propped on your shoulder, overlooking. He flung the top open, gathering all the necessary items before shutting it closed with a thud.

The short hollow cylinder he picked out was colorful and petite, he grabbed your hand, holding your palm out for him to place the vibrant glass.

“You know what this is?” his voice was low and you could feel his throat vibrate as he spoke.

You shook your head no and he continued, “So I’m going to pack this end piece, the bowl, just keep still.”

You were enraptured by his agile fingers maneuvering skillfully as they stuffed the bowl with crumpled pieces of herb. He then took the glass and balanced it on top of his fingertips, “I’m going to light the bowl and you’re going to suck on this.”

Your lips met the cool glass opening, deftly sucking until you couldn’t handle the harsh smoke anymore.

“Good girl, now we don’t want to let it go to waste.” he took over, consuming the rest until the bowl was burnt to a crisp.

Your head lolled back, exposing your neck and he took the invitation to plant open mouth smooches leading up to your ear.

“Why don’t we get more comfortable?”

ℝ𝕒𝕚𝕟

Doesn’t really care for smoking

Usually babysits the other ghouls

Likes to mess with them now and then

You two are sitting on the couch in the Ghouls rec center

Rain was curious when you pulled out a small tin from your bag. You explained that it helped you wind down for bed and he asked to also try.

You popped one into your mouth and chewed on the gummy candy, barely even able to distinguish it had weed in it.

He opened his mouth, pointing for you to feed it to him directly. You rolled your eyes, he’s such a baby, and placed the soft jellied sweet on his tongue.

“Mmm, that's yummy.” He sighed, contentedly licking his lips. You swear he didn’t chew it, instead swallowed it whole. You gawked at him, watching his Adam's apple bob as the gummy traveled down his throat.

“You have any more sweeties?” He tapped your bag excitedly and you chuckled, the ghouls had such sweet tooth's, you should know better by now to bring extra candy for them.

Time flew by as you two sat chatting about everything under the sun. Your high was creeping in, you could tell once your cheeks started to tingle and you had a feeling his was closing in as well.

He had an enormous grin as he stared at you blankly, and you cocked your head to the side, oh no.. here we go.

His lanky fingers reached out to brush the soft features of your face and you didn’t flinch, wanting to see where this would lead.

“You’re… so… pretty.” His voice purred as he slowly spoke each word.

You were stunned by his words and had no idea how to respond to his compliment. Your cheeks immediately flushed and mouth slightly gaped.

He took the opportunity to skim his thumb over your supple lips, continuing to smile as he did. Maintaining eye contact, he let his hand drop to your chest over your heart.

He hummed, closing the gap between each other, the tip of his nose tickling your cheek. He took your hand in his other and rested it above his own heart, holding it in place.

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