#maybe i can get a friend to take me to the Weed Store. if i ask niceys

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Make It Up | Quinn Hughes & Trevor Zegras

summary: when you get left at the lake house with trevor and quinn, what happens when their bet has a way of helping you.

pairing: quinn hughes x fem!jack hughes best friend x trevor zegras

request: yes/no

warnings: mature themes, threesome, p in v (unprotected), oral (fem and m receiving!), mild choking, degradation, spanking, swearing, weed, and drinking.

word count: 6.74k

authors note: strap in people for our @sweetestdesire smut where our inner whore was truly released. I hope you all enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it! and did this take me a week? yes…

“Don’t be so stupid!”

You heard Trevor groan as someone - who you could only assume to be Quinn - hit the boy on the head “I’m just saying that maybe we should let her decide who gets her?” Trevor’s shrugged still letting his hand nurse the sore spot on his head.

The boys were sat on the couch unaware of the fact that you had woken up and crawled out of the comfort that was your bedroom “you make her sound like she’s some toy bro.” Quinn scowled, knowing you were worth more than that.

But the younger boy laughed, taking the captains apprehension for something else “look if you think I could fuck Y/N better then, I’ll understand if you want to concede.” His words made your eyes go wide finally realizing that it was you that they were talking about, not one of the girls who stayed in the area for the summer.

The idea within itself was complicated, you were Jack’s best friend. Had been since you both ended up reaching for the last coke can in the cooler during a party.

It was that awkward moment as your hands touched “you can have it.” Jack offered letting his hand drop.

You were a gorgeous girl that had Jack wondering why he hadn’t seen you before “we could split it.” You shook your head as you smiled.

That offer was far more suitable for the two of you as he nodded ‘I would but I sorta got this rule that I need to know your name before I share a drink with you.” He made this exaggerated sigh that made you laugh.

The hockey player watched you playfully roll your eyes “it’s Y/N.” You mumbled holding your hand out to meet his “Jack.”

But somehow they didn’t really care for the innocence of that memory that was the foundation of which your friendship with Jack was built on.

“Oh you are so fucking on.”

With their handshake it now felt time for your presence to be known “you boys coming with for a run?” You forced a smile onto your lips acting like your mind wasn’t going a million miles a minute thinking about what they wanted to have be in store for you.

Their faces were red as their eyes went wide with fear wondering how much of that you had heard “geez, you’d think a bunch of athletes would be a little more cooperative.” You raised your hands in surrender assuming they wanted to discuss more of their conversation.

So they watched you walk off, sliding your shoes on before you sent them a salute. The boys grew jealous of your shorts and sports bra watching the material hug your breasts and the curve of your ass before you left them alone.

The desire that filled their bones was almost enough to have them run after you. But with the reminder of the fact that, the house was set to remain with just the three of you for another five days, they knew they could wait. After all, they couldn’t allow themselves to be seen as too desperate right?

Your initial plan for the summer was to have one last bit of fun before you headed off to work. After college you were left with two different offers which ironically enough, were in Vancouver and Anaheim. So now you were left with a measly week to reveal to them exactly which one you were going to take.

Now part of you was willing to just pick yourself, but being so indecisive by nature. When the idea came up of someone else picking for you, you practically chomped at the bit. Still refusing to let the figments of fantasy that your mind created around the boys plan, that they still didn’t bring up to your face.

But truthful it was all they could think about when they watched you fall asleep on the boat as the three of you grew used to each other. Settling into a routine what seemed to almost always have you in your bikini “I’m bored.” You whined skipping the song on Trevor’s playlist as you didn’t think you could handle the sounds of Drake once more.

You had been sat on the arm of the couch as you watched the boys play pool, after giving up when you lost for a fifth time in a row. As you sat up straight it made the boys smile turning their attentions to you “so what do you propose we do?” Trevor had a blunt between his fingers as he offered you a hit.

His eyes practically jumped into what felt like your soul as you nodded. Opening your lips slightly as you allowed him to rest it on your lower lip. Both boys watched in awe as your eyes never left Trevor’s “now breathe out f’me pretty girl.” His voice was soft as it made you feel at ease letting some of the herbal taste still on your tongue before you followed the instructions.

Trevor brought the blunt up to his own lips as even Quinn walked over to the two of you “what do you wanna do now doll?” The pet names had you feeling fuzzy when his hand was placed on your thigh.

It made you squirm as the alcohol in your system had you feeling everything in a tenfold strength “I want you both.” You confessed bringing the white claw that you were drinking to your lips to taste the mango flavored drink.

The boys swore they were dreaming, like their prayers had been answered and heavens gates opened. Yet when they remembered that they hadn’t brought it up to you panic did start to set in for the two of them.

Part of you realized your minor error and smiled as your cheeks turned a soft shade of pink “maybe it could help me decide where I go.” You shrugged running your fingers through your hair “and besides, it’s not like the two of you didn’t already want to fuck me.”

Trevor smirked running his fingers along his jaw as he looked down at you “y’know it’s rude to talk about someone behind their back.” He pointed out shaking his head, as if he was pretending to be disappointed that you had listened in on their conversation.

But instead a soft laugh left your lips as you took his dying blunt from him letting it rest between your fingers “thought it was worse to talk about someone though?” You quipped back bringing your feet up to the couches on either side of you, revealing the wet patch in your red bikini bottoms as you smirked “so if anything, I think we should be starting with an apology.” Your words were directed to them both as they couldn’t but almost cum on the spot as they watched your hand run down your bare thigh, with your baseball jersey - that you had most definitely stolen from Luke - falling to your sides.

The air in the room grew warm as the boys wondered who should really make the first move “princess if you want us to act sorry then you gotta do something for me first.” Quinn spoke up, almost in awe of how your eyes looked up at him when you nodded.

Quinn placed his fingers under your chin forcing your head up “go sit on the table f’me please.” Even as he had a tone strong enough to make your entire body squirm, he was still the well mannered boy that his mom raised him to be.

So of course you listened, short bursts of movement left the felt material against your ass “who do you want more of an apology from?” Trevor went to step in front of you as it was he who came up with the original idea of the agreement. Meaning that he was sure to be the most logical to be blamed.

But instead your eyes never left Quinn “someone who thought his morals were too good to fuck me.” The captain let his head drop as he realized that you had also heard the part where he tried to say no.

Somehow Trevor wasn’t disappointed to be shut down, instead he found himself comfortably on the pool table behind you “rest your pretty little head f’me doll.” Trevor mumbled spreading his legs to allow you to rest against him.

His fingers brushed over your collarbone as he smiled “Quinny you gonna fuck her or keep us both waiting?” The younger player couldn’t help but grumble still jealous that it wasn’t him between your legs.

Quinn tapped the pads of his fingertips over the insides of your thighs “been thinking about getting you like this since I met ya.” His confession made you blush as you remembered the day you picked up Jack’s FaceTime call from the older boy.

So you sent him a smile as he tapped your thigh motioning to you to push off of your hips making his cock throb against his boxers at the way you were so responsive to him. It took him a moment to hook his fingers into the bottoms of your swimsuit as he sucked in his breath, watching in awe at how your panties slid off of your legs “you’re such a pretty fucking girl.” Quinn murmured to himself as he pressed his hands on the table to stop you from shutting your legs.

He kissed up your skin, making sure to not miss a spot in his efforts to spread his love equally between your two legs “please.” Your voice drew a shaky whimper “since you asked so nicely.” The captain smirked, dropping his face down to meet your cunt.

His tongue was rough against your slit “shit!” You gasped pushing back against Trevor as your eyes fluttered feeling the new sensation

It made him smile as he watched your head look up to him “hi pretty girl.” Trevor mumbled as he cupped your cheek keeping you close as his lips hovered over yours.

He pressed a soft kiss against your lips wanting to keep your attention but as Quinn slotted his tongue into your cunt, it made you moan unintentionally giving Trevor the chance to slot his tongue between your lips. Quinn enjoyed how you tasted on his tongue letting his nose bump your clit occasionally to draw your eyes back to him “fuck Quinn!” You whimpered feeling the scruff of his beard against the inside of your thighs.

The captain practically treated you like you were his last meal, constantly sucking and licking as he replaced his tongue with his fingers letting the calloused skin stretch your cunt out. Quinn took the opportunity to watch you in awe “is this a good enough apology f’you?” He mumbled finally letting his tongue focus on your sensitive clit.

Your mind went foggy as you arched your back letting your ass press against Trevor’s boner that tried to push through his shorts “think Quinny boy asked you a question doll.” You could feel the younger boy’s warm breath against your neck as he ran his fingers up the sides of your chest.

His hands were rough as they found their place on the bikini top that did little to cover your breasts “since you won’t need this tonight.” Cockiness soaked his voice as the door air hit your hardening nipples, feeling the fabric that once covered them get pushed to the side.

Incoherent whimpers of apology felt from your lips as Trevor caught your breasts in between his fingers “s-so good.” You nodded feeling your fingers tug through Quinn’s locks that you had somehow convinced him not to cut coming into summer.

The new pain in his scalp made him grunt as the sensation traveled down to his cock, only making his tongue as his fingers move faster as he curved his fingers that thrusted into your cunt “I’m gonna.” You warned feeling your body grow tight as your toes curled when your eyes locked in on him.

Trevor’s antic’s only seemed to increase at that point rolling your sensitive peaks against his skin, bringing his lips down to suck at your ear lobe as he let his grunts echo on your ears.

You bit your lip as you squirmed, Quinn still attacking your clit in awe of the way you became a mess in his hands. As he tapped the pool table with two fingers from his free hand it seemed that he and Trevor had a secret language “he want’s you to make a mess on the table sweet girl.” Trevor’s mumble was all that you needed to finally reach your orgasm.

The walls around you absorbed the sounds of your cries and the way that you used each of your hands to each one boy close to you. Your body came crashing down from the high as if you had been brought to shore by a wave that knocked the wind out of your chest “lay off her for a second.” Trevor almost felt like he was getting protective over you as you struggled to regain your breathing with Quinn still lapping away at your cunt.

Quinn’s chin glistened from your juices and you couldn’t help but whimper using the remaining bits of your energy to lean forward to kiss him. Getting to taste your salty release on his tongue as it mixed with the array of drinks that he had been having through the day “fuck baby.” Quinn let out a grunt as he had to pull away from you just as you got into the kiss when his phone went off.

The contact that illuminated his screen was Josh and you couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows at it “I need to take this.” Quinn sighed wanting to kill his friend as he saw the previous two miss calls from earlier in the day.

You nodded - not like you had much choice anyways - as he left the room, leaving you to breathe against Trevor “hi pretty girl.” Trevor laughed as he caught your grin.

He helped you sit up straight “you still with us?” His voice was soft seeing your eyes begin to grow heavy.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins, body coming down from what could have been drowning. Once not being able to even breathe but now sat trying to process all that had happened “of course I am.” You grumbled looking down to see your breasts still out of your bikini top.

His hands reached for the two parts of triangle fabric before he pulled them together covering your breasts when you yawned “okay we are getting you to bed.” You wanted to argue with him but Trevor instead pressed a kiss to your lips.

It was enough to silence you honestly in surprise of such a soft gesture “I promise I’ll make sure to fuck you tomorrow.” He offered making your cheeks go red as he helped you off of the table.

You sent him a sweet smile ignoring the way that your thighs pressed together as the alcohol in your head made your eyes go heavy “don’t fall asleep before I figure out how to take your makeup off.”

The memories of that night stayed in your mind even as you lay on the seat at the back of the boat letting the sun coat you skin in a gorgeous glow. Even as you pretended to be asleep, no slumber would be powerful enough to nullify the power the boy’s gaze had. It wasn’t the sun that cooked your body, it was instead the attention that they sent you.

Last night was painful for them both as they had to sort themselves out, yet the sight of you in that new bikini reminded them of the important message: this is a marathon, not a sprint. Yet still Trevor couldn’t help but jump off of his seat as the moment that Quinn killed the engine. The area they picked was quiet, in the years they went not a single person beyond the group in the boat had been seen.

That was partly the reason why they picked it today. The soft marks on your neck reminded them of the night before, and they both needed more “you know I can feel you watching right?” You blurted out feeling the sun that once shone on you, now partially blocked by a body that stood over you.

Trevor smirked as he clicked his tongue “should have given us a show then.” He winked watching you sit up straight to look at him “do my best ones with a bit more music than this.” Your words were intended to be playful but instead Trevor pulled his phone out of his pocket as he scrolled to a playlist.

You expected to hear the soft sounds of whatever rap music that was on his Spotify playlist, but instead it was your own picks in the yearly lake house mixtape you crafted. Quinn had joined the two of you in the back of the boat “don’t be a brat.” His hand tugged through his hair making you remember how it felt between your fingers just hours before.

The boys knew you were good but letting them watch you in nothing more than what seemed to be your tiniest bikini as you let your ass hang in there air “fuck pretty girl.” Trevor couldn’t help palm his cock through his pants locking eyes with you.

You licked your lips attempting to crawl to him in the most sultry manner possible “should I finally make you feel good?” You asked as you placed your hands on his knees, using the little upper body strength that you have to push yourself onto him.

The sight made the boys mouths water as you straddled the Ducks player’s thighs “think I should fuck you yet?” The question oozed from your lips as he whimper, feeling your hand close over his “please.” Trevor nodded wanting every inch of you in that moment.

Your lips were soft against his ear “you wanna join my show and put one on for Quinn?” You sucker at his lobe grinding your cunt against him as you pulled his hand out from his pants bringing it to your breast instead “oh shit.” The boy whined as he swore he felt your folds spread for his cock.

Quinn had no shame letting his shorts go halfway down his thighs. His cock was in his hands as he pumped himself “need to hear your words.” You cooed pushing into your knees as you let the flimsy material of your bikini top catch his eyes.

Your breasts looked perfect - they always do - but now that sight has his shorts ready to rip at the seam “use me doll.” Trevor forced the words out from his lips with a deep breath, trying to keep some once of strength.

His eyes locked with yours as you froze, checking that he was being serious “want your cunt all over my cock.” He begged making you catch your lower lip between your teeth.

You got up making his expression grow hurt “gotta take these off unless you plan on fucking me through them.” You pointed out and you swore that there was something in the air that made them both contemplate it for a second.

But as they watched your bikini bottoms drop to the ground they realized what it was all truth “fuck Y/n please.” Trevor tugged his shorts down finally letting his cock hit his pelvic bone “you are so responsive.” You grinned letting your ass meet his cock.

He hissed at the feeling of you dragging his cock over your slit before you sunk down on it. You had opted to sit facing away from him so that you could have a similar effect on Quinn too “shit baby.” Trevor watched your legs spread on either side on the boat bench before you began to push off of his cock.

The movements were ones that the two of you quickly fell into letting him help you out as your walls hugged his cock letting him guide the pace “this pussy is heaven.” Trevor announced making Quinn grow jealous.

He had seen you first, so you were meant to be his. But somehow you were sat making Trevor feel good “wanna suck your cock.” You blurted out snapping your head to Quinn who nodded.

The boy tucked himself back into his shorts as he got up, paying little attention to the sounds of your skin slapping against Trevor’s lap. Your legs tucked to the sides, trying to make it easier for you to bounce as his cock grazed your sweet spot.

Trevor was feeling awfully possessive as his fingers dug into your sides taking charge of the thrusts pace “can’t have you move.” He gritted as you leaned forward to kiss Quinn, forcing Trevor to elongate his thrusts in order to feel your cunt in its entirety.

Quinn’s lips were rough against yours as you let your hand trail down to his waistband, tugging them down to his sides “you poor guy.” You clicked your tongue as you went to wrap your hand around his cock.

But Trevor lay a hard slap to your ass that made you jump “behave before we make sure to fuck you like the real whore that you are.” He warned tugging at the bow of your bikini letting the material fall from your breasts again “sorry Quinny.” You apologized batting your eyelashes at him as he smiled.

The older boy ran his fingers through your hair “think you know how to make it up to me.” He nodded as you dropped your head “cause you don’t get to cum until you’ve finished him off in your mouth.” Trevor’s words were meant to make you freeze with fear, but instead you took it as a challenge.

Your tongue ran over the underside of his cock as your eyes locked with Quinn’s “fuck it’s like she wants to be treated like a slut.” The Hughes boy grunted as he tugged his fingers through your hair.

Quinn was big in your mouth, his cock was hitting the back of your throat as he refused to let you even think about teasing him. Your eyes fluttered as they got into a rhythm. For every time that Trevor thrusted deeper into your cunt, Quinn would pull back.

Only for them to then switch roles “wonder what Jack would think seeing his best friend between us?” Trevor asked as he let his hand travel down your clit.

A moan let your lips when your cunt clenched around his cock, at the feeling of his fingers against your sensitive nub “think she likes the idea of being caught like that huh?” Quinn egged you on.

He let his head fall back when you tilted your head forward to take more of his cock in your mouth “this mouth was made to be fucked Jesus.” The captain let out a grunt as he felt your nails claw at this thighs attempting to help gain back some control.

Even with that you still gagged on his cock treating it like a drug that you needed so much more of, for each time Trevor’s cock hit your cunt deeper. For every time you swore you felt the ducks player in your brain, he seemed to push you that much further.

You were a moaning mess as your legs began to shake swearing that you felt a bruise form on your pelvis “aghhh.” Your saliva dripped down your chin as your cunt clamped around Trevor.

At that point Quinn was doing all of the work fucking your throat “fuck you are gonna make me cum.” He tugged at your hair making you moan as he felt his cock throb against your tongue.

Trevor was doing everything that he could to not coat the walls of your cunt as you clenched around him “play with her tits.” He knew you weren’t going to last long as your cunt gushed around him “she fucking loves it.” He added with a smirk as you whimpered, forcing your thighs closer together as the thought of them taking about you like you weren’t there made you squirm.

His hands were rough against your breasts and that combined with the feeling against your clit and how Trevors cock was practically in your stomach at this point, was too much for you. Tears flooded your waterline as your body thrashed against them.

Quinn felt his orgasm quickly approach as your throat tightened around his cock finally sending him over the edge “shit doll.” Quinn’s thrusts grew inconsistent as he pressed his fingers into the back of your scalp as he “fuck you are gonna make me cum.” He tugged at your hair making you moan as he felt his cock throb against your tongue.

So it seemed that one tug of your nipples was enough to finally let Quinn shoot his release into your mouth, sure to not waste a drop of it. Your nose was pressed against his skin as he caught his breath thrusting once or twice more. Certain that his cock was milked dry before he pulled out “holy shit.” As the captain fought to regain his breath again it sent Trevor into overdrive.

His pace grew animal hearing the grunt that left Quinn’s lips as he watched you swallow his release as if it was nothing “shit Z.” You whimper letting your own fingers tug at your breasts when you were spun around to face Trevor.

The boy was desperate to watch you cum “a deal is a deal pretty thing so go make a mess on my cock.” Was all you needed to hear to fall against him “fuck Trevor!” Your teeth sunk into his shoulder to muffle your moans when your walls clenched around his cock.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt his release mark up your walls when he planted your hips against his to try to stop you from squirming anymore “holy shit.” You gasped as your chest heaved trying to process the black specs that were still in your vision.

They laughed watching Trevor reach behind you to do up your bikini top when they heard the sound of a boat engine “it seems we might have some company.” And with that you were back on the boat bench with a towel wrapped around your hips as you waited for a chance to put your bottoms back on.

The boys thought that the timing of the other boat was horrible, but you were just glad that you had came before it decided to.

You walked back to the house from the dock in Trevor’s shirt as you laughed priding it now as your own. Quinn watched the younger boy almost chase you up the grass making you squeal like you were going to lose, even as the hockey player had the cooler in his hands “guys.” You were quick to freeze the moment you realized that the front door was left wide open.

Trevor took the chance to bump into you as he grinned “told you I would get my shirt back.” He smirked until his eyes followed yours bringing up similar questions “nice to see someone finally show up.” Josh teased as he locked eyes with you.

This wasn’t the first trip you had met him on and your cheeks grew a soft tint of red when he looked down realizing that he had walked into a rather interesting dynamic “the three of us were just on the boat.” You explained bringing your hair in front of your neck to cover where Trevor had his hands on your throat “hey guys.” You and Trevor did little to hide your glares at Quinn as the eldest Hughes boy walked up.

Quinn awkwardly smiled looking towards his friends for any kind of help “was gonna tell you two last night but then you went to bed early.” He shrugged making the mental note to apologize to you after on in the day.

That was all hours ago and now it seemed that the plans of the summer of sex were now nothing more than a fun memory. You couldn’t sleep properly in the now fuller house so as you saw the time was three a.m, you opted for a midnight snack. It was a common occurrence for you as you continued to curse the creaky floorboards that sat beneath your feet.

Quinn had heard it as he too struggled to sleep with the sounds of Josh’s snores now coming from next to him “you really did fuck me over buddy.” Quinn sighed as he raked his fingers through his hair wanting to be mad at the boys for how their arrival was indeed a giant cock block. Quinn had tried convincing them to come at least a day or two after their proposed date, but the requests clearly fell onto deaf ears.

In the kitchen you stood with a bowl of fruits that you were grateful you cut up the day before. The mix of mango and watermelon was tasty on your tongue as you cracked open a white claw, figuring that you might as well give yourself the time to relax properly “you got room f’one more?” Quinn asked as he walked down the stairs to see you comfortably situated against the counter.

Your eyes sharpened as he continued his walk towards you “depends.” You sighed putting another mango cube into your mouth “your friends gonna come down and decide that they want some too?” The spite in your voice made it clear to him that you were still so beyond annoyed that he had done that to the two of you.

It made the captain scoff “look I didn’t ask for them to come early.” He shot back as he rolled his eyes “so don’t fucking bitch about it like it is my fault.” He warned you clearly not impressed by the new attitude you had.

However his words only seemed to light a fire beneath you “well what are you gonna do if I don’t stop being a brat?” Your words were curious as you bit into a piece of mango accidentally letting the juice of it slide down your chin and onto your t-shirt “because you aren’t really the kind of guy who is gonna fuck me back into my place.” You took a step closer to him as you reminded him of the game of never have I ever from last summer. When Quinn decided to let Jack and Trevor know that they were disgusting for having had slept with girls whilst everyone was under the roof of the house.

But this time something snapped in Quinn. His lips were quickly on yours as you swore you had never seen so much anger in his eyes “you think this is a fucking funny joke don’t ya?” The hockey player spat as he pushed you onto the counter where you placed the bowl behind you “hell you’re probably soaked at the thought of me fucking you for them all to hear.” He added pushing the sleep shirt you wore up to reveal the white panties you had beneath it.

He let out a grunt seeing the wet patch on them “why did you have to act like such a fucking brat if all you wanted was to be fucked?” The boy asked letting his two fingers collect your wetness as they made their way between your folds.

Your lips pressed together as you stopped yourself from letting out a moan, but that only made him more annoyed as he pushed through into your cunt “don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how to speak already?” Quinn spat as he brought his hand to rest around your throat “n-no.” Tears formed in your eyes as you felt the skin of his palm graze over your clit.

Quinn felt his cock grow hard as he felt you clench around him “please.” You begged bringing your hips up to meet his fingers as you so badly needed more “use your words.” He instructed as he began to slow down his thrusts using it as a warning against you.

You shook your head as your fingers gripped at the edge of the counter “need your cock.” You blurted out making his fingers force themselves even deeper into the gummy walls of your cunt “think you deserve it?” He taunted bringing his lips dangerously close to yours.

The boy wondered if he was being too rough with you all of a sudden “just wanna cum on your cock.” You whined not having a care in the world for the concerns that had flashed across his face.

Those words made him tug your panties down over your feet as he let them form into a ball “would hate for the boys to hear ya.” He pointed out placing them into your mouth as he pulled you off of the counter.

Before you knew it, you were facing the staircase with your stomach against the counter as Quinn lined up his cock with your entrance. He took the time to spread his precum across your slit as you let out a muffled moan “fuck Z was right about how good this cunt is.” Quinn let out a grunt as he felt your walls quick to hug him.

Trevor knew he shouldn’t have chugged the whole bottle of water before bed, but somehow he did it and was now wide awake after going to pee. But what stopped him from ending back in his room was the fact that your door was wide open and you were now nowhere in sight.

It made his lips form a frown until he saw the low light creep up the stairs that came from the kitchen. He thought that you must have just been tired wanting a snack and he smirked to himself as he went to offer you some company.

The creaks of the floorboards made you whimper as your eyes went wide “fuck princess maybe someone is gonna walk in on you being such a slut.” Your cheeks were stained from your tears as the boy continued to let his hips snap into yours.

The idea of it happening made your cunt clench around him as he lay a slap on your ass “but maybe it’s what you wanted all of this time huh?” Quinn taunted you as a muffled moan left your lips letting your spit soak your panties.

Your heart pounded against your ribcage as you grew nervous seeing the feet walk down the steps as you swore that Quinn’s pace had somehow gotten quicker as he made bruised your pelvis consistently pressing against your g-spot “would you look at that.” Trevor smirked as he caught sight of Quinn fucking you. You looked like a mess, Quinn’s hand in your hair and your mouth stuffed with your own panties “honestly I am offended that you guys didn’t wake me up for this.” He pointed out as he walked down the remainder of the steps.

Trevor felt his cock grow hard as he was finally able to see the proper sight of how Quinn fucked your cunt “let me hear ya now then.” His words were soft as he pulled your panties from your mouth.

With that came a string of loose moans that had your entire body shaking “doll is he fucking you good?” Trevor quizzed as he gripped your chin between his fingers.

You whimpered with a nod as your lips formed a pout feeling his free hand reach down to rub at your clit “woulda fucked you too but it seems I’m too late to the party.” The ducks player faked being hurt as the view of your blown pupils were enough to make him feel better.

Your cunt squelched as the sounds of skin slapping echoed off of the walls around you “shit.” Your head fell forward as you rested it on Trevors shoulder feeling your eyes screw shut as each boy played apart in your pleasure.

The boys locked eyes with each other as they knew they shared the common goal of making you cum “squeezing me so tight I might lose my dick in it.” Quinn warned as he tugged his fingers through your hair letting out a grunt as he felt his cock throb when you clenched.

Trevor felt your tears soak his skin as he forced your face up to look at him “what’s got you all sad pretty girl?” He taunted you pressing his thumb into your clit harder when you whimpered.

You felt your eyes flutter as pleasure built in your stomach as your hands gripped at Trevors shoulders “just wanna cum so bad.” You confessed feeling that if you hadn’t been between the two of them that you would have been on the floor in a mess.

It made the boys moan in delight as they began to think about how needy you were “oh I think you know how to ask is better than that.” Trevor clicked his tongue as Quinn wanted to reach over to kill him, worried that he couldn’t handle much more of fucking you.

Your throat felt raw as Trevor used his free hand to wrap around hit “please let me cum.” You pleaded “just wanna feel so good on his cock.” Trevor looked to Quinn who nodded “go on pretty girl.” Trevor nodded finally giving you the green light.

The coil in your stomach broke as Trevor’s pace of his rough fingers against your clit didn’t let up, much like Quinn’s thrusts as he fucked you through your orgasm “shit shit shit!” You chanted the course of words as your body shook clenching around Quinn as it trigged his own orgasm.

His release sprayed up the walls of your cunt placing his mark on you too as they didn’t stop their actions until you went quiet. Quinn’s cock hit the inside of your thigh as he pulled out of you.

Trevor brushed your hair out of your thighs as he heard the sound of the floor creaking once more meaning that someone was awake.

As your adrenaline crashed your eyes went wide pushing the boys away from you as you pulled your shirt down over your ass “panties?” You asked forgetting which boy hand them.

Trevor pulled it out of his pocket as he tapped your ankle to help you put them on “now I might not be a genius, but unless we want a real audience I suggest we go to bed.” Trevor pointed out as you nodded feeling Quinns cum soak your panties as it pressed against your slit.

You nodded as the boys helped you back up the steps picking up on your shaky legs it left them needing to carry you up the stairs.

Watching them leave your room you were brought back to the decision that you knew you needed to make, only one of them could get you. Sure they could share for the summer, but you had a job in one of their cities.

The summer had gone by in the blink of an eye and now you were in his apartment getting ready for the first day of work “happy first day to me I guess.” You teased coming down from your high as you had woken up to him between your legs.

It was truly his favorite place to be “I am just making sure that your day is off to the best start.” He shrugged as he crawled through the sheet and let his face hover over yours as he let your release act like a badge of honor.

You rolled your eyes as you laughed “you’re such a goof.” You mumbled as you kissed his lips shaking your head.

He melted into it as he grinned “but I’m your goof.” Trevor reminded you as he pulled you into his arms letting you roll onto his stomach as he kissed your head.

You hoped that Anaheim would be just as good to you as he was.

#quinn hughes smut #trevor zegras smut #qh43 #tz11 #quinn hughes x y/n #trevor zegras x y/n #quinn hughes imagines #quinn hughes oneshots #trevor zegras oneshot #trevor zegras imagines #trevor zegras x reader #quinn hughes x reader #amber writes fics

[aropride]

#text #i miss weed #my beautiful wife weed #maybe i can get a friend to take me to the Weed Store. if i ask niceys #Do you know how embarassing it is to be 21 and unable to drive #also yes i know its not called a weed store. im calling it that anyway though #i have one half of an edible But i haventb even been home a week lmao i have to RATION. like molly from americangirl doll #<- INSANE thing to say

[stars4chratt]

Subconscious

Pairing: Matt x fem!reader

Warnings: Again, smut / use of drugs / confessing / cocky to sub!Matt / softdom!reader / high sex (i do not condone this in any way guys, just a fair warning) / praise / stoner!Matt / grinding / handjob / vanilla(ish) / mommy kink / pet names (sweetheart, princess, mommy, etc etc) / a trip (no pun) / aftercare / a lot of swearing

Summary: The reader and Matt have been the best of friends ever since they were eleven. As they got older, the more vulnerable they were to alcohol and drugs. Matt would always be by her side getting high and drunk at desolate and abandoned parks, or maybe even in Matt’s room. Matt and the reader agreed to only stick to natural stuff like weed. But now, they’re taking it up a notch by taking a round and earthy psychedelic.

Author’s Note: stoner Matt > as i’m writing this i have Matt’s recorded twitch streams playing in the back. MY BAD I KEEP ADDING THE SWEETHEART PET NAME WITH MATT I JS LOVE IT SM ESP AFTER THE BAGS TT. Anyways, this wasn’t requested or anything this is something i just really wanted to write because i love it when there's a best friend trope weaved in <3 HOPE YOU ENJOYYYY. From Maxine, with love ♡.

“Are we still friends? Can we be friends?” - ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?, TYLER THE CREATOR

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Matt has always had an obsession with spirituality and the 60s. From the posters of Jimi Hendrix on his walls, to the deluxe edition Beatles vinyl records that sit alongside the vintage record player on his hardwood dresser.

Ever since Matt’s dad bought a collection of thrifted CDs for his car when he was only a toddler, he fell in love with psychedelic rock and the whole new era of love and peace and tranquil that came around in the mid to late 20th century.

Whenever he isn’t in his cramped and maximalist abode smoking bubba kush, he’s out going to underground stores which sell abstract and kaleidoscopic clothes and fashion statements in general.

The vibrant colours and the political mindsets and the pure lack of fucks to give during the time period has Matt enamoured. Calling him a big fan would be putting it extremely lightly.

You and Matt first met in 6th grade of middle school. From what you can remember, you were sitting next to him.

He was laser focused on his assignment with big and obvious headphones clasped onto his head.

Bobbing his head slowly to the smooth and flowy melodies, you pat him on the shoulder.

He turns his head and immediately pulls the headphones to the side so one of his ears perks out.

“What music are you listenin’ to?” Matt instantly thinks you’re about to ridicule him. He, for some odd reason, has always been the victim of mockery. You never understood why, he’s such a cool and chilled out kid.

“O-oh…um…” Matt stutters nervously. He was truly unsure of what to say or do in this situation. You could feel the fight or flight trigger in his hard gaze.

“Gimme the headphones! I wanna listen.” Exclaiming with an odd sense of compassion. Matt furrows his eyebrows and looks at you funny but still gives you his headphones anyway.

You whiz the headphones around your ears and onto your head. The hallucinatory notes mixing with the light and staticky voices put you in a heavy but pleasing trance.

You feel a big smile wipe across your face clean as you look back at Matt staring at you impatiently. Silently telling you ‘give me my headphones back, you weirdo.’

“This is so cool! What’s the song called?” You speak enthusiastically, still with a big grin on your profile.

Matt’s eyes light up slightly at you. You can’t tell if it’s because he’s shocked at your interest in this type of thing or because he was alarmed by how bubbly and enthusiastic you are.

“Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds… It’s by the Beatles.” He drawls out, now looking down at the floor and fidgeting with his fingers.

“Siiiiiick. Are there any more songs like this one?” You hand him back his headphones, you start to rock in your chair in anticipation and out of looking for something to do now that you don’t have the sensory fulfilment that is Matt’s music taste.

“Oh of course. They’re a band with a bunch of other songs and albums, kid.” Matt calling you kid after almost instantaneously sparking an acquaintance with you makes you giggle to yourself. What a funny nickname for someone you just met.

“Well, can you show me them? Pretty please?” You utter with an exaggerated pout on your lips as you flutter your eyelashes at him. You intertwine your hands and rest them at the side of your face to hyperbolise the sad puppy look, making Matt chuckle lightly.

“Fine…there are many other bands like them, y’know.”

“Show me those ones too!” Yelling down his ear with eagerness, he flinches at your noisiness and covers his ear you just bellowed in.

“Ugh.” He scoffs in annoyance, whilst you’re sitting across him with the biggest twinkle in your eye.

“Yay! Thank youuuuu.” Your genuine excitement makes his face flush into a deep maroon. He turns his head around in embarrassment, trying not to maintain eye contact.

“Yeah whatever, kid.”

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

NINE YEARS LATER

“Wanna try it?”

What Matt has in his hands is a vacuum sealed metallic bag. You could not make out what it is but you knew for sure it was some kind of drug.

“What the fuck is it? I thought we made an agreement that we weren’t gonna do chemical shit. Y’know how I feel about that.” You scrunch your nose in both confusion and disgust. Yet you were still curious as to what Matt was holding in his hand.

“Kid, have you never heard of magic mushrooms before? Jesus, for someone who smokes a fuck ton of wedding cake, you seem to have no clue what these boomers are.”

“I do know what a fucking magic mushroom is, Matt. I just didn’t want it to be a bag of heroin or some shit like that.” Your legs cross whilst you look at him through your eyelashes. You’re genuinely hesitant since you’ve never tried a mushroom before. Yeah, you smoked weed. But this is a whole different thing. This is a literal psychedelic.

“Heroin at mass is sold in baggies or balloons, stupid.” He chortles. “As I was saying, are you gonna try it with me or nah?” He chucks the small pouch at you. 

There’s a small plastic window where you can see the muddy fungi inside. You cringe in distaste, you wonder to yourself where the fuck he got them from. Incredibly skittish, you want to back out. But curiosity and temptation is killing you at the same time.

“I don’t think I wanna try this Matt. It seems stupid.” You scoff. Matt smirks down at you and grabs the bag again.

“Don’t knock it ‘till you try it, kid. It’s just mushrooms, you’re not gonna die.” He waves the sealed bag tantalisingly around your face.

“Fine, fine whatever.” You give him the bird and suck your teeth. He chuckles like a little child at your offensive remarks. He offers you the bag again.

“Ladies first.” He remarks cunningly.

You break open the packet and receive a heavy waft of dirt. You turn your head the other way immediately as a natural reaction. The strong scent makes your face almost turn inside out in repulsion.

“You’re so dramatic.” Matt smirks. You turn back at him with a mean glare.

“You sniff it, then. ‘Cuz you’re soooo tough.” You jitter mockingly right up in his face. Dragging your hand right under his nostrils for him to get a whiff. His eyebrows knit close together and screw his eyes shut.

“Who’s dramatic now? Hm?” Your teasing rhetoric strikes one of his nerves. He immediately plunges his hand in the bag and takes the squishy piece of matter.

“Hey hey, slow down. Let me get one out.” You yell out at him in shock at his lack of hesitancy. He rolls his eyes with impatience while your shivering hand places itself into the plastic bag to pick one out.

“Oh yeah, just so y’know, this could last up to 5 hours.” Matt states super casually. Your eyebrows raise as you look back up at him. You’re not all that surprised though. What were you expecting? It's not plain jane weed, it’s mushrooms.

“I don’t give a fuck anymore, let’s just get this over with.” 

Soon after you said that, you both hastily gulped the abnormal saprophyte down. Both of your faces contort at the peculiar taste and texture.

“Eurgh… that was the worst.” You gag at the displeasure going down your throat and into your digestive system.

“Yeah, this is a one time thing for sure.” Matt affirms with a deep frown. He turns to his queen sized bed with silk sheets and plops down next to you.

“When will these hit?” You quiz him curiously. Tangling and playing with the strands of your hair out of a way to distract yourself from what you just did.

“It's the same principle as an edible, it’ll take a while to hit. So don’t take another one.” He mumbles inconspicuously since his face is half smushed into his soft mattress.

“Shall we smoke some weed while we wait?”

“No, dude. We’d literally die. Let’s not fuckin’ kill ourselves from severe psychosis tonight, yeah?” 

You smile at his stupid banter. It’s what made Matt so appealing to you. His dry humour alongside his ridiculous behaviour when you’re both stoned as shit is like taking a breath of fresh air. Knowing each other for almost ten years and you two still never get tired of each other. Constantly hanging out, doing stupid and reckless shit ever since you two were tweens. True best friends.

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A while has passed, and the both of you are so far out of your heads. Every single time you turn to look at each other, the more distorted everything gets. You see things you don’t actually see, you hear things you don’t actually hear, you smell things you don’t actually smell. The tie dye-like swirls on Matt’s tapestries that hang proud on his walls disfigure and circle around putting you under a strict hypnosis.

“Holy shit…” Matt’s voice rattles through your cochleas, making your head sting from the blare. You move around to see him while your vision oversaturates and wiggles with no rhythm or control. 

“W-what is going on…” The bare echoes of your voice tingles your senses. The soft scent of Matt’s white musk incense blazing in the background fills the crevices of your nostrils and massages your brain, it was the only thing soothing you from the extremity of the situation.

“Matt…I’m scared…What the fuck is going on.” Abruptly, the effects on your voice quickly transitions into a thick static. The sensory overload inflicts the both of you. You feel incredibly overwhelmed and almost spiral into a state of panic.

“I’m here, I promise.” Matt mutters under his breath. His clammy hands take a hold of your wrist firmly. You look up at him to see his pupils viciously dilated while finding it hard to breathe.

“I’m so scared.” You shudder. Pure anxiety soaks you up but is squeezed back out when Matt moves your head to rest on his shoulder. He tilts his head so it lays on top of yours.

“It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. I promise.” Your heartbeat pounds rapidly. You don’t say or do anything both because you’re way too high as well as wanting to savour this moment since you purely assume this will never happen ever again.

Why is Matt being so soft with you? Ever since you two first met, he’s never been the type to call you these names.

“From now on. Weed n’ fuckin’ weed only.” You demand in a serious manner. Matt sighs out a laugh while he strokes your hair in reassurance. “Of course… p-princess.”

You purse your lips as a way to try and hide the excitement from Matt calling you these sudden names. A million thoughts come racing through your mind all at once. You’ve gotten both high and drunk with Matt on several occasions. Are the mushrooms that strong?

Your vision is still eradicated and infused with neon reds and pinks. You want to close your eyes but when you’re in pitch black darkness, the patterns become more prominent and it freaks you out to an extreme.

You hear Matt whisper delicately which makes your ears perk up indefinitely. You twist your neck to look up at him for his gaze to meet yours. His mouth hangs slightly open with his pupils large and his eyebags hang low across his defined cheekbones.

“l-like…you..” He sputters out. He sounds like he has no more control left in the muscles of his face any more. Jesus christ, this shit is strong. 

“...huh…” Rebound of the vowels smushed on your tongue and teeth is elevated by the effects of the drug. Both you and Matt are incredibly discombobulated. You raise yourself from underneath Matt’s figure for you to try your absolute best to attempt to understand what he just said.

Matt’s now looking up at you through the locks of hair that drape over his low and inflamed eyes.

“I really…really like you… like, ‘ver since… I-I got to know you better in 6th grade…I now have a decent excuse for why I’m telling you this... I’m fucking tripping balls.” He laughs it off as if he didn’t just confess his feelings to you off the rip right in front of you, face to face.

You just sit there gazing down at him bewildered with your mouth agape. He clenches his lips shut and frowns slightly, averting his gaze down to the bed in regret of just blurting that out.

“Matt…w-what the fuck…” Immediately after you utter this question, Matt slaps his hand over his mouth and starts to slightly curl himself up into a little ball like a shrivelled raisin. 

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry I-I ruined the experience… I thought you felt the same way and I was thinking too quickly ahead of myself I-I’m really sorry-”

You pat both of Matt’s shoulders and force his head up to look at you.

“Matt, I-It’s okay… I promise you. I-I feel the same. I know we’re both high as fuck right now, but I know for sure t-that I’m telling the truth. I really like you, Matt.”

His body loosens underneath you in reaction to your words. Your thumb rubs softly over his defined cheekbones. The frown on his face turned upside down completely into a large smile. 

Your big and swollen pupils squint down at him. His heavy breaths, his cherry pink lips resting lazily and hanging slightly open, and his frizzy  and dishevelled hair that drapes gracefully over his droopy eyes.

Everything about him, the whole sight of him makes you soaked at your core.

Your thighs clench together in desperation and you grit down onto your bottom lip intensely. The flesh of your hand is still resting on Matt’s face. You can feel the pricklyness of his stubble on your very fingertips.

The two of you just stare at each other, admiring every little thing about one another. In a comfortable but loud silence. The effects of the drug are still sharp around the edge, jabbing and stabbing both of your 5 main senses.

You feel your body start to give in and fall forward into Matt. Your forehead clashes with his. Your large breaths blend together.

Abruptly, he tilts his head up. His lips just graze against yours. You can tell he’s desperate with his eyes full to the brim with lust and eroticism. You pull away lightly with a smirk on your face whilst Matt writhes and squirms. He tries to follow your head so he can make contact with your mouth. He really wants to kiss you.

Seeing him this vulnerable makes you melt. What once was a bad-mouthing, cocky and smug little shit who smoked with you every week was now gone. He’s now tripping on mushrooms underneath you with a throbbing semi.

You manoeuvre yourself over so both of your legs are spread on top of him. You’re in a cowgirl position, with Matt. 

His prick pulses harshly beneath your heat. The only thing stopping the contact between the two of you are your clothes. Matt’s now fully hard, to the point where his dick has developed a tent in his harem pants. 

You start to sway your hips back and forth. Matt’s head flips back fully and his mouth hangs open. His Adam's apple is fully revealed and bobs up and down marginally. His hefty breathing now transitioned into hot and rowdy moans and whimpers.

“Look at me baby, look at me while I grind on your cock.” You finally spoke, after there was nothing but whines and sobs filling the air.

“Y-yes mommy…” You sigh out a sharp laugh. Knowing your arrogant friend who’s always causing a riot with alcohol and dope is now rock hard thanks to you, moaning and whining into your ear like a little bitch fills you with an overwhelming sense of fulfilment.

“Yeah that’s right, be a good boy for me. Keep calling me mommy.” You feel as though you could do anything to him right this second. You had all of the power and control over Matt. Your teeth grit together and the smirk on your face largens.

“You make me feel so good, Mommy. Y-you’re gonna make me cum…” The words come spilling out of his mouth like calm waves of the ocean. What used to be the intense sound of his voice from the drugs now turned silky smooth from the euphoria spooling out from your sensitive nerves.

You stop rocking your hips on top of his cock. Matt looks up at you with his bottom lip concealed fully inside his mouth by his teeth. 

“Take your pants off baby, lemme make you cum properly.” You command him pompously. Immediately, he speedily grasps at his waist band and tugs it down his thighs.

His cock bounces out of the loose fabric. The tip was swollen and pink with precum dripping out thickly. The rhythm of his breath matched with the harsh trembling of blood flow to his dick. 

“Jesus Christ… and I barely did anything to you, not yet anyway.” You tease. Matt’s face jams up with impatience and knuckles his hands into his vibrant sheets.

“P-please just touch me. I really wanna cum mommy.” He pleads eagerly. His eyebrows furrowed deeply into his skin and his face splashed apricot pink. His whole body shivers. Anticipating heavily for your skin to press into his.

You reach out your hand and wrap it loosely around his large and thick cock. You slither down his shaft slowly in a jesting manner. You leer up at Matt to see him gaping down at you, panting stiffly.

Your pace on his dick starts to quicken. Your fingers clench tightly around him making him jolt up into your hand.

Matt loses all control within himself and starts to thrust up and down hastily. Practically fucking your hand. You push him down with your other palm and hold him into place. You shoot him a mean stare as he gulps down what was left of his pride.

“Don’t move.” The stern tone infused in your voice makes Matt quiver. He tugs at the collar of his shirt and pulls it up his face to conceal his severe embarrassment.

What’s happening right now tells you one thing that you never would’ve thought would be the case. Matt loves being controlled. He admires the idea of being dominated. And you are contributing to that fantasy.

The pad of your index and middle finger press onto his fleshy, rosy-red tip faintly. A choked up whine crawls out of his throat and his legs rise upwards but your weight stops them.

“M-mommy… please don't stop... I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it baby. Don’t be shy. Be a good boy for mommy and cum.” You start to go faster and more harsh on his sensitive tip. Matt’s entire body shakes and his hips buck and lock into place.

“Cumming mommy, c-cumming...”

His tip suddenly spurts out long thick strings of his load. Onto your face, your hand, your clothes, your chest, everywhere. Every single time a white rope would come spilling out of his prick, an intense shiver would shoot through his body and his shirt is now crumpled into its original place.

He gasps intimately while you sit there with his seed still dripping down your face. 

Matt’s eyes suddenly widen and he raises his entire figure in a panic to grab the box of tissues on his bedside table.

“No no, don’t worry. I got it.” You disclose to him delicately. You tug out a few sheets of tissue and wipe at his skin from the waist below.

“I’m sorry for making such a mess… I didn’t think it would be that bad.” Matt utters sorrowfully. He pulls his pants back up and you grab more tissues.

He takes hold of your wrist to take the tissues from you. He places his thumb onto your chin to position you as he folds the tissues.

“It’s fine Matt, I enjoyed it. A lot, actually.” You grin compassionately as Matt swipes at your face with the tissues.

“I think that’s the first and last time we’re ever gonna do mushrooms, though.” He snickers, crumpling the dirty tissues and chucking them into the bin lying at the side of the bed.

“Yeah, one time thing.” You rest your head on his stomach, you rise and fall with his breathing.

"Can I braid your hair?" Matt casually inquires. "I have a bunch of charms and hair ties."

You beam a smile from ear to him, your face fills up with a cherry blossom pink.

"Yeah, of course Matt."

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Author’s Note No.2: I think this will most definitely have a part 2. I have no complaints with making a series, if you haven’t already noticed with me always bringing up pins n’ needles. This took me a while to write because I’ve been busy with exams and social life. But I finally completed one after 2 weeks!!! Yayyy!! ‘Till next time, pooks.

༝༚༝༚, Maxine.

Taglist: @gamermattsgf @luverboychris @worldlxvlys @chrissystur @chaosisalwayscrying @bellasfavbisexual @luvmxtt @tillies33ssss @breeloveschris

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[spicycinnabun]

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Eddie turned around, finding none other than the flower nazi. His nametag actually said Steve. 

He had a leaf stuck in his hair, and his nose was abnormally rosy. Going by that and his nasal tone, he clearly had a cold. He sneezed, then looked annoyed at himself for doing so. “Ugh, sorry,” he apologized. 

He was fucking adorable. It made Eddie smile. “Don’t be. I don’t really need help.” Not with flowers, anyway, just with everything else about his life. “I’m only browsing.” 

It was a weird response, he realized. A guy like him, who looked like he belonged anywhere else, loitering in a shop like this. Just browsing. Right. Steve probably thought he was a creep. 

Steve was surprised to hear that the man wasn’t looking for anything. Last time, he had bought something, so Steve had assumed he was a returning customer. He had been staring at the wedding arrangement, so maybe he was trying to figure out if Harrington Floral was the best place to get them from.

“That’s some talent you’ve got,” Eddie added, pointing to the display.

Steve felt himself flush. “Thanks,” he said softly, ducking his head bashfully. It wasn’t usually guys who were doling out compliments on the displays. Typically, they just asked for his advice on what they should buy for their significant others.

The redness that bloomed on Steve’s cheeks was just plain delightful. It could have been due to his illness, but Eddie was pretty sure it was a reaction to his compliment. His smile widened. “You made it, right?”

“Yes, I did. I make all the displays.” Steve ran a hand through his hair, missing the leaf by a mere centimeter. “I think I saw you last month when I was building one in the window over there. Are you sure you’re not interested in anything?”

Instead of answering, Eddie reached out and plucked the leaf out of Steve’s hair. “Sorry, you had a little bud-dy trying to catch a ride there. Was distracting the hell out of me.” Eddie showed him the small, curvy leaf. 

Steve laughed, which made him cough a little. After clearing his throat, he got back to business. Steve was all about closing a sale, so he pushed a little. “Are you or someone you know getting married? I can, uh…” he thought quickly, “give you a free bouquet as a testimony to how well our flowers will hold up. I was just pruning the roses before you came in. What do you think about a bouquet of them?”

Steve remembered Eddie. And he’d laughed at Eddie’s horrible pun. But Eddie was caught off guard by the questions and the offering. Steve was observant. “I can’t let you do that,” he said. “My uncle is getting married. Hopefully. He hasn’t popped the question yet.”

It would be kind of terrible of him to accept free flowers if it didn’t work out and they never ordered any.

“That’s exciting,” Steve responded.

Genuinely, he felt like it was. Steve loved love. Working in a flower shop would be hard if he was bitter about being single. Also, the fact that someone else around his age wasn’t getting married made him feel a bit better about his own love life. Lately, it seemed like all his friends were getting hitched.

Eddie twirled a piece of hair around his finger, contemplating. He pocketed the little leaf. “I’m meeting the bride-to-be tonight. I suppose making a nice first impression wouldn’t be a bad idea.” He could give the flowers to Wayne to present to Kathleen when she came over. “How much for half a dozen?”

That was probably all he could afford, but he would be paying.

Eddie wasn’t selling as much anymore. Just weed, no powders or pills. Not since he’d discovered that one of his regulars had recently overdosed on Molly. He was at least partially responsible for that. He should have questioned the steadily increasing amount the guy was buying, but he had only been thinking about the money.

“Wouldn’t be a bad idea at all.” Steve had no intention of taking any money for the bouquet. 

He walked around the store and started building it. Steve picked out four roses in red and pink, then added two pastel-dyed Asiatic lilies and sprinkled in a few strands of baby’s breath.

When he was finished, he went to the counter to put them down. He grabbed the twine and unrolled some tissue paper. “I’m sure there won’t be any more customers tonight. I’m kind of in charge, so I can totally give you these for free. Because I want to.”

Eddie pressed his lips together briefly, walking over and planting his forearms on the counter. He wasn’t some charity case. He didn’t like having debts, either. Maybe Steve had seen the type of clothes he wore and automatically assumed Eddie was trailer park trash who couldn’t afford it.

But Steve was smiling at him, looking sweet as a goddamn sugar cookie, and Eddie relaxed, rejecting the thought. That just didn’t seem right.

(Though why Steve wanted to give anyone, let alone Eddie, free flowers was a mystery.)

“You’re the boss, huh?” Eddie said. Steve looked young to own the shop, but maybe he was one of the Harringtons.

The name rang a bell. Steve Harrington. Dustin used to talk about a Steve during D&D. Gushed more than talked, really. Was he the same one?

“Technically, it’s my mom’s shop, but I’ve been running it for a while now,” Steve said. He couldn’t take all the credit.

Eddie gently drummed the counter, rings click-clacking as he watched those nimble fingers cut, tie, and wrap. His mom’s store. Well, wasn’t that precious.

Steve gave the bouquet one last critical look and a fluff with his fingers before handing it over. “With these, I think you’ll make the best impression. Maybe your uncle will even pop the question tonight!” Steve was excited for the groom to be even though he didn’t know him.

Eddie accepted the bouquet and looked down at it. “Thank you. It’s stunning.” Kind of like you.

He didn’t say that last part out loud, though he thought it hard enough that he’d probably projected it into Steve’s head.

Steve felt his face heat again. He didn’t know why he was reacting this way to the compliments. When women complimented his arrangements, he barely blinked.

Eddie brought the bouquet to his nose to smell its perfume. It brought another smile to his face before he lowered it. If Kathleen didn’t end up liking them, she was crazy.

Steve watched Eddie, grinning. “I’m Steve, by the way.”

Eddie’s gaze flickered up. He lowered the bouquet. Why were they both smiling like fucking idiots? “Eddie.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Eddie. Let me get you a card—you know, in case your uncle does propose and will need flowers from somewhere.” Steve grabbed one of the embellished business cards from the stack beside the register.  

Eddie reached out to take it, and Steve sneezed again just as their fingers brushed. It was a big sneeze that made his face screw up and nearly blew him backward. Luckily, he managed to cover his nose before he bombed Eddie. Eddie tried not to laugh at his irritated expression and soft whine as he sniffled.

Eddie pocketed the card and tugged his handkerchief out at the same time. “Here,” he offered kindly, holding it out to Steve.

It was his favorite hanky, his pirate one with the skull and bones, but it was the least he could do. 

Without thinking much about it, Steve took it and blew his nose. He let out a soft sigh, feeling a little better. Then he realized what he’d done. “Sorry…this is kinda gross now. Do you want it back?” 

“Oh no—no, that’s yours now,” Eddie said hastily. “I insist. Consider it a token of my gratitude.” He lowered himself in a teasing bow. “Farewell, Steve, fine sir.”

So, so fine. Even with all the snot.

Eddie backed out of the store, still bent over for extra theatricality. When he straightened up, Steve looked confused but was red in the cheeks again. Score.

On the ride home, Eddie almost missed a turn because he kept glancing at the bouquet.

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co-writing this with @batty4steddie 💕

#fic #wybmb #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steddie au #florist au #florist!steve harrington #🌹🌹🌹🌹

[jo-harrington]

Freaky Friday - A Stranger Things Story (Part 1)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Word Count: 3.5k

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Eddie and Steve (Enemies to Friends)

Summary: Eddie thinks that Steve has everything in life handed to him on a silver platter (including his new girlfriend who Eddie has a crush on). And Steve just can't believe that the kids look up to Eddie the Freak, or that he lives his life without giving a single fuck.

Must be nice. But you know what they say, the grass is always greener.

Warnings/Themes: AU with no Upside Down. Body swapping, dark magic/alchemy, unrequited love--some crushes at least, Babysitter Steve, No Upside Down means slightly still King Steve, unresolved feelings, manipulation/deception, Reader gets a nickname (Honey), no Y/N if I can help it, no smut in Part 1 but liable to be in other chapters

Note: After a very hot and fast suggestion by @shiftingtherain, this mini-series was born. And instead of working on Store Manager Verse like I wanted to, here we are. This part is a little shorter...it's the intro, sue me. Next few parts will be a tad longer.

Credit for the header partially goes to me for the design and the logistics but I was tired, so I may have borrowed gifs from @emziess and Netflix itself as a jumping off point (with permission from Emzies and Netflix is a corporation so they can rot). I can only do so much guys, I also had to write this thing too.

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

If Eddie never saw Steve Harrington again in his life, it would still be too soon.

He didn't always indulge in rentals from Family Video—if it was too cold and wet to have band practice in Gareth's garage, or if he was having an especially bad week at school, or if he needed something a little more realistic than the illustrations of Heavy Metal magazine to help him satisfy his needs—but today just had that special feel to it.

He'd gotten a B on his math test, Rick had been feeling a little under the weather and let Eddie make the rounds to his usuals for a sweet little cut, and he had found a dusty old book about alchemy and occultism at the library that was going to help him put the finishing touches on tomorrow night's Hellfire session.

For all of that, Eddie thought a little reward was in order.

A little Dark Crystal, a little pizza from Lou's, a little weed...he'd be having the best Thursday night.

Except...

For the past twenty minutes, he'd pretended to hem and haw over the selection of movies just so he could glare across the store at the counter, where Steve stood, flirting and making grandiose promises, with you.

He burned with jealousy, and God, it took almost everything in him not to gag as Steve reached across the counter to slyly hold your hand. And everything else for his heart not to break as you just let it happen.

Eddie didn't know how or when or why this started—when Harrington had gotten his claws into you and how he had managed to charm his way into your heart—when it should have been Eddie instead.

Eddie'd had a crush on you for years but had always been too nervous to do anything about it.

You were a year younger than him, and friends with his pal Mickey's younger sister, so he'd seen you around quite a bit. Smart and funny and pretty; maybe not as unpopular as Eddie was, but certainly not in the running for homecoming court or whatever other social hierarchies were in place at Hawkins High either. He figured...you know, maybe once he got to senior year he'd get the courage. Maybe take you to prom or something; who wouldn't want to go out with a senior?

But he'd gotten the notice from Higgins that he wouldn't be graduating with the rest of the Class of '84 and it really put a damper on his plans.

He had been hopeful again the following year, actually had a few classes with you and sat with you for partner work when no one else wanted to work with him, when they laughed at him. You weren't even afraid to go up to him in the cafeteria to ask a question, or walk with him in the hall if you had to go in the same direction for your next class. You'd talk about assignments mostly, but he savored every little fact he could learn about you. What books you'd been reading, the fact that you watched Svengoolie on Saturday nights—just like he did—or that you'd had some squabble with Mickey's sister over a scrunchie of all things and were no longer speaking.

But Eddie knew how bad his grades were—somehow even worse than the year before—and aside from the work you did with him, he knew it wasn't gonna be enough for him to graduate. So he wasn't gonna put himself in the position for you to laugh in his face—not that you would but...just in case you did—by asking you out.

He thought you would disappear from his life after you graduated. Get the hell out of Hawkins the way everyone else wanted to. But no. You took a few classes at the community college and worked the dinner shift at Benny's a few nights a week. You'd been there every Tuesday night, when he and the guys grabbed food after their gig at the Hideout. The usual booth reserved, drinks already poured by the time they sat down, and their usual orders already written in your little order pad.

You usually gave him extra whipped cream on his slice of cherry pie too.

The guys always urged him to ask for your number...but he never did. How could he? Even if you were stuck in this town the same way he was...he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

And now...here you were, listening to Harrington talk about some great surprise he had planned for your third date the next day.

Eddie wondered why you hadn't screamed in outrage when Steve mentioned how much Nancy Wheeler had liked it when he took her to this mystery place. He would have definitely expected you to at least flinch at the mention of his ex-girlfriend's name.

"It sounds really great," you said instead, smiling and nodding. "I get out of class at 3 on Fridays...should I be here around 4?"

"4 is perfect, honey," Steve grinned.

Eddie couldn't stand to hear whatever sickeningly sweet goodbye you both would come up with so he just grabbed whatever tape was in front of him and approached the counter. You and Steve both flinched when Eddie slammed his selections down on the counter to be checked out.

“Uh…I’ll see you tomorrow then. Bye Steve,” you muttered, eyeing Eddie with a half-smile that felt a bit sad. “Bye Eddie.”

"Bye honey."

“Bye honey,” Eddie mocked once you were out the door, then turned back to Steve. “You gonna try and make goo goo eyes at me next Harrington? I don’t have all day.”

“Jesus Munson. What’s up your ass?” Steve scoffed, grabbing the tapes.

“I’m just trying to get my videos and go.” Eddie rapped his knuckles on the counter. “Not really interested in the kind of customer service you're trying to provide."

Steve wondered what the likelihood of getting fired would be, if he just punched that smug look right off of Munson's face.

Keith hated the guy too, he always left the Adult section looking like a mess. Maybe Steve would get a promotion instead.

For years Eddie roamed around Hawkins being a general menace with his gaggle of friends. Causing trouble, shouting at people, making faces at old ladies. He’d gotten “taken in” to the police station one too many times but always seemed to make it out without actually being arrested. Which baffled Steve; Eddie was a drug dealer for crying out loud.

And yeah, Steve had even asked him to come and deal at a party or two but…people like that were bad. Simple as that.

Even after all of that, after you got past the “bad boy” persona….he was a fucking nerd. He wasn’t even cool like the bad boys in movies were. Steve felt like someone was tricking him the first time he had walked past the Hellfire Club’s table in the cafeteria. For all the leather and chains and band tees—all the talk of satanic rituals and blood sacrifices—there was sure a lot of talk about elves and…and bards and Star Wars.

So it shouldn’t have been a surprise to Steve that the kids would flock to Eddie by the time they made it to Hawkins High.

But it had been. A huge shock.

His unexpected little gaggle of morons…weren’t really his anymore.

Steve had dropped Dustin off on the first day of school and said “don’t get into any trouble.” Even made Robin promise to keep an eye out for him. He expected the kid to…join the mathletes or something. Get roped in with the science nerds.

But by the end of the week, the kids were all clamoring about how they would need to reschedule movie nights with Steve so they could go to Hellfire club with Eddie.

Steve couldn’t understand it. Eddie was a freak, a punk, some good for nothing…and now the kids were suddenly following him like he was some sort of prophet. Spreading the word of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

See? Steve could do the nerd talk too when he wanted...thanks to Dustin.

Who, much to Steve's annoyance, was apparently Eddie's biggest fan. The guy could do no wrong in Dustin's eyes, and it really irked Steve.

Will and Lucas were spending Saturdays at the library—not for homework, but for research because apparently Eddie really liked incorporating mythology into his campaigns. (Whatever that meant.) Mike was growing his hair out because "Eddie's hair was cool.” What about Steve, whose literal nickname was The Hair? Shit, he'd even seen Eddie give Max a ride to school on a few occasions when he was late dropping Robin off. And he knew Max and her mom had been having a hard time since her step-dad skipped town and Billy...

Steve knew some of the town gossip about Eddie was just a bunch of bullshit...but if Max Mayfield was cool with him?

Yeah, he just couldn't help but be suspicious of the guy.

Regardless, the sooner Steve could get him out of the store, the better his night was gonna get.

...actually...

"That's gonna be $10." Steve announced dryly.

"Woah, $10?!" Eddie scoffed. "I have a membership."

"Since when?" Steve asked, hands immediately landing on his hips.

"I use one every time I'm in here."

"Yeah you use Reefer Rick's."

"So?"

"New policy," Steve lied, hoping it would get Eddie out of his hair for a good while. "No sharing memberships outside of your family. Last I checked, your last name isn't Lipton. So you either cough up the $25 for a new membership Munson, or the $10 for your rental. What's it gonna be?"

Eddie grumbled and dug his wallet out of his pocket, slamming the money on the counter.

"Any candy?" Steve asked mockingly before grabbing the cash.

Eddie grabbed the tape and grumbled under his breath as he exited the store.

Yeah, Steve wasn't gonna be dealing with him any time soon.

For a second though, as he went to start processing returns, he wondered...

If Eddie was in some ritualistic cult...what kind of curse could he possibly put on me?

But that was a dumb thought to have.

Eddie's night just went down hill from the minute he left Family Video.

He didn't notice that they'd given him the wrong pizza at Lou's so now he was stuck with some specialty veggie pie with broccoli on it, the tape he had grabbed indiscriminately had been some artsy foreign romance crap, and just now he'd just spilled Dr. Pepper all over his Hellfire notebook.

"Fuck," he shouted as it spilled over the side of the coffee table and onto his sock-clad feet. He couldn't give a shit about the carpet, he could even ignore his wet socks, but his notebook. Weeks of work, planning and toiling over the most sadistic campaign.

He liked to keep all of the notes of Hellfire's completed campaigns, a sort of...record for future kids to look back on and reference. And now this specific masterpiece would be lost to memory.

He cleaned everything up as best he could before making a quick trip back to his room for an extra notebook or something he could use to salvage his plans for tomorrow's session. He had always been really bad at...keeping spare notebooks on hand. Even the ones he'd used for class always ended up covered in his drawings or notes, little bits and ideas of dialogue he could use for speeches or NPCs.

The best he could find was his math notebook from last year which, surprisingly, sat relatively untouched.

Eddie knew why: that was a class he shared with you. And as he opened to some random mostly-empty page, he saw his little scribbles in the margins surrounding half-faded, penciled-in algebraic equations. Daggers and hearts and his and your initials intertwined together.

It was the one class where he would never encounter partner work with you, so he felt compelled to fill the pages with his daydreams instead of fantasies and lore. You would never see it.

"Well," he huffed as he dropped back down onto the floor and slapped the notebook onto the coffee table. He grabbed his pen and scribbled over the drawings on the page. "Now that she's with Harrington, no use living in this fantasy. Fuck, I was stupid, so stupid to ever think she would want anything to do with me."

He grabbed the dusty old alchemical book from the library and found his place, staring at old sigils and runes and text indiscriminately until he came upon one that looked too perfect for the campaign. Concentric circles, arcane lettering, angular lines...

While Eddie would usually use a clean page for something like this—something he would hand off to his players—he drew a copy of the sigil onto the page and planned to rip the edges off, maybe singe them with his lighter to make it look more authentic.

He kept staring at the still-noticeable doodles beneath the pen scribbles and his heart ached a little in his chest.

Yeah, he would definitely want to burn those too.

By the time he was done copying the sigil, a wave of exhaustion overtook him and he glanced down at his watch.

It wasn't much later than he usually went to bed on a weeknight...

He stared at the half-ruined notes for tomorrow's session that he still needed to rewrite and sighed.

"Fuck it, I'll just redo them in the morning." He got up and stretched his arms over his head. "I can just sleep in tomorrow. Skip class. Show up for Hellfire. Who cares anymore.”

He put the rest of the pizza in the fridge for Wayne and then headed to bed, only to be plagued with dreams of scribbled out love hearts, movie theater candy, guitar solos, and big red gum.

When Eddie woke up the next morning, he felt...honestly felt like he was floating on a cloud. Every muscle in his body felt looser, yet somehow tighter at the same time. His skin felt tighter, like it wasn't right, like it didn't fit somehow, it was suffocating him.

He must have died but he wasn't quite sure if this was heaven or hell.

His eyes burned and blurred slightly as he opened them and what he saw was...unexpected.

Gone were the off-white walls, his posters, the piles of his crap, and that concerning patch of probably-mold in the corner of the ceiling. Instead there was a sturdy ceiling, plaid-papered walls, and matching curtains?

Eddie groaned and rolled over.

What the fuck was this place?

There was a slam of a door somewhere that practically shook the walls surrounding Eddie and as he sat up, he found himself only wearing...briefs? He didn't wear briefs.

This wasn’t his bed, wasn’t his room…wasn’t his… body?

He looked down at his chest, his arms, his hands…his fingers weren’t right, he didn’t have this many freckles and moles, he didn’t have…abs, if that’s what you could call the slight definition on his torso. Still it was more than his body had ever had. His skin…was itchy and mostly hairless.

Eddie reached up and touches his hair—shorter than he was used to, not curly…at all—then his face, as if that was any indicator to what he—

“A mirror!” He exclaimed. His voice…sounded familiar, but different. Fuck what kind of dream was this?

Because it had to be a dream right? It had to be. How else did he wake up in someone else’s body?

He pushed himself out of the bed, walking slightly off-cadence, which…yeah probably came with the territory of your brain needing to get used to a new body. Fuck…was his brain even his brain or did his mind just get transported what was happening?

Ugh it was too early to think about that.

Eddie slowly cracked the bedroom door open and peaked into the rest of the house. He spotted a bathroom just across the way, otherwise…shit, this place actually looked a little familiar. Where the fuck was he? Who the fuck was he?

He quickly crossed the landing into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. He heaved a breath and leaned back against the door for a moment to calm himself; his hands were shaking and felt cold. Could he even feel his fingers? Nice to know the occasional nervousness that snuck up on him at his lowest moments hadn’t been left behind in his old body, that they’d followed him to this one.

His body…would it still be in his bed? What if he really had died and…had jumped into his new body? Was this reincarnation?

Fuck, if he was dead…Wayne would find him. Could he even…see his uncle again? How could he ever explain who he was?

Eddie felt the tears prick his eyes and his throat tighten and he slapped his face a few times.

“Come on man, come on,” he muttered. “It’s not that bad. It’s only…mildly awful. Fuck, ok. Just go, just look, just…rip it off like a bandaid.”

Eddie took a deep breath and nodded, then crossed the short distance to stand in front of the sink. He stared at his new feet, wiggled his new toes. You never…appreciated the toes you had until you have new ones.

That was awful and you’re an idiot. Just look.

Eddie closed his eyes again and turned his face up towards the mirror. He could do it. He would do it.

He opened his eyes.

“Jesus H. Christ!”

Steve woke up feeling like absolute shit. Everything ached—like he had pulled a muscle or something by sleeping crookedly—he had awful cottonmouth, and he had inhaled…some yarn or something because he woke up coughing and gagging until he got the intrusive strands out of his mouth.

“Gahh, shit, shit,” he said and scratched at his throat. He sounded hoarse. Ugh was he getting sick? He’d have to ask his mom to bring home some soup or something.

Could he call out of work? Shit he had to take Robin to school. She could walk today, he felt awful.

Steve blinked his eyes open and took in the unfamiliar popcorn ceiling with growing concern.

He looked around at the…piles of garbage and the cracks in the plaster walls partially covered by band posters...and felt the rise of panic grow within him. He tried to recall the night before.

He’d wrapped up his shift at Family Video, gone home and had a rare dinner with both of his parents, then…felt extremely tired and went to bed.

So how did he end up here…wherever here was?

This was a kidnapping; it had to be. He was…drugged—explained the cottonmouth—and kidnapped. And now someone was holding him for ransom or something to…blackmail his father? Thomas Harrington was kind of a dick sometimes, sure, but still…he was a pretty decent guy. Who would want to blackmail him?

“H-hello?” Steve called out. “Anyone there? C-can anyone hear me?”

There was some shuffling outside of the door of the room.

Thankfully Steve wasn’t tied up or anything. God, what kind of kidnappers were these? He quickly glanced around the room for a weapon of some sort and he immediately spotted...

A guitar? A few guitars actually. Man these kidnappers really liked music huh?

One was a weird shape--he'd seen some hair metal bands use guitars like that in magazines, but he'd never seen one in person--and was a mottled red color. One was just what you'd expect when someone said "electric guitar." And one was acoustic and looked like it could pack a real wallop.

Bingo.

Steve pushed himself out of the bed and immediately jumped because whatever had been in his mouth was on his shoulders now. He reached up to grab it: hair. Long, wavy, messy...knotty and frizzy. Like it hadn't been brushed for days, maybe weeks?

And his arm, sticking out from whatever t-shirt he'd been put in...was lithe and weak and there were tattoos. On both arms. A creepy claw hand and a bunch of bats.

What was this? How long had they held him hostage for? No wonder they didn't feel the need to tie him up! He'd been knocked out cold.

He needed to get out of here. Now. He needed to get home.

Steve crossed the room to grab the guitar when he noticed it. At first he thought it was another person. But no, it was just a mirror...and in the mirror...his reflection.

Only it wasn't...his reflection.

It had startled him and he had jumped. Then he moved his arms a little and watched the figure in the mirror mimic him. Over and over.

A wave, a turn, a funny face.

He couldn’t believe it. This had to be a joke. A dream. A nightmare.

Because it was him, his reflection. But it was not his—Steve Harrington’s—reflection.

It was Eddie Munson's.

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[roses-for-rosalyn]

The Old Church Parking Lot

Look, I had an idea for a fic and all the sudden it was 4:00 am. I promise one day I'll write a fic where reader isn't a goddamn pillow princess, but today is not that day. Enjoy my darlings.

word count: 3k

minors dni pretty please 🔞

content warnings: Dealer! Ellie, innocent reader, friends to lovers, drug use 🍃, kissing, teasing, oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), reader being a pillow princess

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“You’re joking.” Ellie raises her eyebrows at you like she actually expects you to take it back. “You have been on this earth for 19 years and you haven’t smoked weed?” You shake your head. “Ever?” You can’t help but laugh, her stunned expression doesn’t leave her face. She won’t take her eyes off you despite the fact that she’s literally driving.

“Eyes on the fucking road Els Jesus.” She nods and hesitantly turns back to look at the street. “I just never had the chance I guess.” You shrug your shoulders. “Grew up in a small town, not many friends. We mostly just got drunk. It was easier, and less illegal.” You have no idea why this information shocks Ellie to her core, but there’s something else there, an excitement maybe? 

“We’re gonna fix that. Tonight. I’ll pick you up after work.” She was definitely excited and extremely eager. She pulls into your driveway and puts the car in park. 

“Oh yeah? And where are you gonna get it from, not exactly like there’s a store we can stop at.” 

Ellie looks straight ahead and tales a beat before she answers “I kind of…deal the stuff.” She still won’t look at you. “It’s a side gig type thing, helps me stay afloat.” You can’t say you're shocked. You haven’t known Ellie long, she was one of those friends that you kind of just started spending a shit ton of time with out of nowhere. She was still new to you even though it felt like you’d known her your whole life, you were still learning about each other slowly. 

“Ok that’s…incredibly convenient, but where do we go?” You were both home from college for the summer, hence living with your parents. Ellie turns to face you, she brings her hand up to her mouth and starts biting her nail in concentration. It was an incredibly cute little habit, you could see her brain working to find a solution. 

“We’ll sit in the old church parking lot, I can drive us home after.” 

“Works for me.” You shrug. “See you later I guess.” You smile at Ellie and she has this devilish smirk on her face like she knows something you don’t. 

“God I can’t wait.” Her voice was breathy and low, something you hadn’t heard before, but it was incredibly…attractive. You go to open the car door and step out onto your driveway. 

“See ya.” 

“Bye.” You shut the door and head inside, having no idea what you have just agreed to. 

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You have tried on your entire closet at this point. You usually weren’t like this with Ellie, normally you couldn’t care less what you looked like, but something felt different between you two lately. The type of different where you felt like you needed to look good when you saw her. You’re not gonna dwell on it though, that would just make everything worse. 

You finally settle on just an old, cropped graphic tee and jeans. It’s something you wore all the time, unfortunately your whole wardrobe was strewn about your floor, so this was the best option. 

Jesus why were you nervous? Probably because you were about to do drugs for the first time. Definitely no other reason. 

You pass the time by doing your makeup. It always helps you relax, makes you feel good inside and out. Before you knew it Ellie was texting you she was on her way. She pulls into the driveway, her headlights lighting up your living room. You begin the trek out your front door to her car. It feels like it takes forever, you go through each motion as if you're moving through water. You finally get to her small car and open the passenger door. 

“Hey princess.” Ellie is smiling ear to ear, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen her this elated. 

“Hey.” You can’t help but laugh at her exaggerated expression. 

“You ready? You excited?” She’s still smiling, she looks fucking adorable, it’s ridiculous.

“Definitely not as excited as you clearly are.” You can’t help but be a little nervous trying something new, but you were trying it with someone you trusted. 

“We’re gonna have fun. Promise.” With that she turns up the music and pulls out of your driveway. 

On the way to the parking lot you and Ellie belt out 90s hits at the top of your lungs. The windows are down, the wind blowing on your face and through your hair. It almost completely gets rid of any nerves you had. You look over at Ellie, watching her exaggerated expressions and hand movements. She acts out the words in the song like she’s performing. You can’t help but smile at her ridiculousness.

You pull into the parking lot and Ellie turns the radio down. Her arm reaches over your lap to the glove box. Her arm faintly brushes your thighs as she opens it. She pulls out a little baggie with what you would assume are blunts in it. 

“These are pre-rolls. Normally you would have someone else test them out first. This shit could easily be laced with fentanyl, which can kill you. You don’t know where it comes from, you never touch it first.” She looks at you with a serious expression on her face. “Got it?” You nod vigorously, she is obviously in her element here, trying to teach you everything she knows to keep you safe. “Words princess, that’s the most important thing I’ll teach you tonight.”

“Yup, got it.” Why is this so incredibly hot? The way she wants to make sure you’re safe, she’s acting like a stern teacher and it's severely throwing you off. 

She smiles and then continues “But, since you’re getting it from me, and I know where this has been and where it’s from, we’re safe.” You smile and nod, appreciating the reassurance. She takes the preroll from the baggie and grabs a lighter from the console. 

“So you’ve never smoked anything before?” You shake your head “Ok so I’m gonna light this end,” She taps the tapered end of the roll, “You’re going to put your lips around it like a straw and inhale once to get it into your mouth, and then a second time to get it to your lungs.” 

“That made absolutely zero sense to me.” Ellie laughs, shaking her head. 

“You want me to go first, so you can watch?” Oh god yes. 

“Yeah, that might make it easier.” Ellie nods and brings the preroll to her lips. She lights it with her green gas station lighter and you watch her inhale as she puts the lighter back down. She exhales a cloud of smoke towards you and you are immediately turned on. Why did she have to make exhaling seductive? 

“Your turn.” She hands you the roll and you take it between two fingers. You bring it to your lips like Ellie said. Inhale once, twice. Fuck.

You immediately feel the smoke tickle your lungs and throat. You cough out the smoke rather than elegantly exhaling as Ellie did. God, it fucking burns. 

“Try to breathe through your nose babe, here I brought a water bottle for ya.” You immediately grab the water bottle, trading Ellie for the blunt, you eagerly gulp it down. The water sort of soothes the burn, your violent coughing turning into heavy breathing. 

“You didn’t warn me I’d have a fucking asthma attack.” You cough again while Ellie giggles at your pain. 

“I forgot. But I knew you wouldn’t die, plus the surprise on your face was kind of funny.” She takes another hit and passes it back to you. You try again, but a smaller breath this time. It doesn’t burn as much this time. 

“I also forgot to mention, like how this shit makes you feel. It’s different for everyone really.” You pass the preroll back to Ellie. “Mostly it just makes you relax, but some people get talkative, some get sleepy, and most people get incredibly hungry.” She pauses like she’s thinking of saying something but is holding back.

“What?” Ellie shakers her head.

“Nothing… I didn’t even know if I wanted to bring it up, but like it also can make everything feel incredibly good.” 

“What do you mean?” This seems like it’s going in a direction you and Ellie have never really gone before. Ellie would talk about her sexual ventures with other women on occasion, but you never really discussed anything in detail about yourselves. It’s not like you would have much to add with the sex stories anyways, you just listened to Ellie and nodded. You definitely did not have the experience she had.  

“Like it makes people touching you feel 100 times better.” She sighs and laughs “It basically makes most people horny.” She looks at you with a kind of sheepish look. You wouldn’t expect someone with as much experience as her being shy talking about this stuff. Was she… Blushing? It was hard to tell in the dark, you could have definitely imagined it. 

You start to feel a smile tug at your lips and a warmth slowly floods your body. “I think...it’s hitting.” You giggle at literally nothing, which makes Ellie giggle. “Feels really good.” You breathe out. You caress your own arm, testing Ellie’s knowledge. “Woah.”

“What?” Ellie’s smiling at you, she decided she likes how you act high. It’s probably one of the more adorable things she’s ever seen.

“Touching does feel weird.” You continue to caress your own arm, you can feel the warmth of your own hands grazing across the small hairs of your forearm and it tickles. 

“It’s usually other people touching you that feels weird, but whatever works for you over there.” You look at her and back at your arm.

“You touch me then.” You reach your arm out, eagerly inviting Ellie to come closer. 

“I can’t.” She looks down, taking the last hit from the blunt. She won’t meet your eyes.

“Why?” 

“If I start touching you I can’t guarantee I can stop.” She stops herself abruptly like the sentence was forced out of her. She puts out the blunt before finally looking up at you, her confession lingering in the air between you. She’s searching your eyes for any disgust or rejection. She finds none.

“I wouldn’t mind.” Ellie just looks at you, eyes wide with disbelief. You’re suddenly aware of how desperately your body is craving her touch. Your entire body ignites with a type of electricity, it courses through you causing your skin to become tingly. 

Using your sudden desperation as a sort of courage you climb over to straddle Ellie’s lap. You hold onto her shoulders to steady yourself and Ellie backs the seat as far away from the steering wheel as she can. She keeps looking at you with those wide eyes. She moves her hands to cup your face gently, like she’s convinced you'll disappear. She keeps searching your eyes, looking for any hint of hesitation and all she finds is pure hunger. 

She kisses you, her lips are so soft and warm you immediately relax. You move your hands from her shoulders and thread them into her hair and she kisses you harder. She uses her tongue to open up your mouth and you groan at the sensation. She moves her hands down under the hem of your shirt. She grabs your breasts and starts roughly massaging the soft skin. She pulls down one of the cups of your bra and starts teasing your nipple. She pinches it between her fingers and you moan into her mouth at the feeling. She stops the kiss to pull your shirt over your head and immediately continues as she throws your shirt into the passenger's seat. She moves her mouth down and encloses it around your nipple, you gasp at the feeling of her warm tongue sucking and circling your sensitive bud. The ache between your legs has become more noticeable, it’s demanding attention. You start grinding a bit on Ellies lap. The seam of your jeans is barely teasing your clit through your underwear. It was heavenly, but not enough. 

Ellie is trying to devour you. She moves her mouth from your breasts to your neck. Exploring with gentle kisses until she finds just the right spot. She nips and sucks until you're squirming on her lap uncontrollably. 

“Back seat.”  She breathes out. You nod vigorously and climb off her lap and awkwardly maneuver your way to the back seat. You lean up against the car door while Ellie adjusts her seat again to make room. It gives you a moment to breathe before she moves to straddle your waist and continues where she left off. She kisses between your breasts down your stomach, gently making a trail down your body with her lips. She’s so gentle and slow, the feeling of her soft lips on your body is driving you insane. 

She gets to the hem of your jeans and unbuttons them. This is where you start to realize you’re entering uncharted territory. You’re trying not to panic, but suddenly a breathy “Ellie,” Escapes from your swollen lips. She immediately pauses and looks up at you. She sees the slight nervousness in your expression and immediately understands.

“No one’s ever-” You don’t even know how to finish that sentence without embarrassing yourself. 

“I know,” Her face softens “We’ll go nice and slow, tell me when I need to stop okay?” 

“Okay.” You nod and Ellie continues unbuttoning your jeans. Nervous butterflies invade your stomach, despite your altered state. Ellie pulls the jeans off and throws them on the floor. She then takes off her flannel leaving her in a black tank top. Her biceps and veins are enhanced by the moonlight, You can see her muscles flex and move as she does. She moves down kissing along the hem of your panties before placing a kiss on your clit. The sight of her head between your thighs is enough to push the ache in your cunt to an unbearable level. She teases you over the fabric, rubbing her fingers up and down your slit slowly. She brushes her finger over your clit repeatedly and a desperate whine escapes from your mouth.

“I know princess, just a little longer.” Ellie is savoring you like you’re the last thing she’ll ever see. She places light kisses on your inner thighs as she continues to tease you. 

Finally she moves your panties to the side. She runs a finger from your entrance to your clit collecting the wetness that pooled between your legs. You can’t help but whimper, your clit feels ten times more sensitive than usual. Every time Ellie is near it the feeling reverberates through your entire body. She blows out a breath on your cunt and the feeling is heavenly. 

“Doing ok, pretty girl?” She looks up from between your legs and you have to resist squeezing them together at the sound of her voice. It was low and raspy, and every word sounded like honey. 

“Yes.” You nod, your eyes squeeze shut in frustration.

“Look at me.” Her voice was lower, demanding. “I’m gonna make you feel good, I promise.” And with that she lowers her mouth onto your bare cunt. She laps at your clit lightly, she moves her tongue in circles around it, continuing her teasing. She licks from your entrance up to your sensitive bud and begins sucking on it. Your hips immediately buck up towards Ellie’s mouth at the foreign feeling. You are moaning loudly and uncontrollably, you had no idea anything could ever feel this way. It’s almost too much. 

Ellie moves her finger to circle your wet hole, once you relax a little she starts to slowly push her finger into you. She makes sure to be slow and careful. 

“Ellie.” You whine out once curls her finger and hits just the right spot inside you. She continues sucking on your clit and slowly curling her finger inside of you. 

“God you're so tight, you gotta relax for me princess.” You try to focus on relaxing around her finger, once you do Ellie adds a second finger. Your cunt swallows it greedily and you whimper at the pressure of two of her slender fingers inside of you. She sucks at your clit even harder and you gasp out “Ellie please ‘s too much.” 

Ellie pauses for a moment “I know baby, you just have to breathe for me. Here, hold onto me.” She places one of your hands on her arm which is wrapped around your thigh. You do what she says and relax under her. You try to let your body melt into her. “That’s it, you’re doing so well for me.” 

She starts sucking lightly on your clit again. You impulsively use your other had to grab at her hair at the feeling. The pleasure in your stomach is starting to come to a high point, you’ve never felt this before. It was all consuming. Ellie is making little groaning sounds which vibrate through your body. You can feel her start fucking you harder, her fingers hitting that spongey spot inside of you at every thrust. Your back starts to arch while the pressure in your belly grows. Nothing has ever felt like this, it's building to a point so intense you almost start to worry.

“Els, what-” You barely get your question out before blinding pleasure takes over your body. You moan out Ellie's name loudly over and over as she continues to fuck you. It moves in waves, crashing through you causing you to buck your hip into Ellie's mouth and fingers over and over. You whimper and whine each time her fingers move in and out of you. She fucks you through the whole thing until you start squirming away. 

She pulls her fingers out of you and sucks them clean. You stare in disbelief, you didn’t even know someone could do that. Your arousal was covering her lips and chin, glistening. She crawls on top of you to kiss you and you can taste yourself on her tongue. If your limbs weren’t jelly that alone would be enough to make you want to do all of that again. 

“I am so glad you chose to get high with me, you have no idea.” Ellie’s smile is contagious. It has just registered you’ve never seen it like this, laying below her, it felt right. 

“Yea let’s do that again sometime soon.” You both laugh a little. Ellie lays her head on your chest and sighs. 

“Very soon.”

#ellie x reader #ellie tlou #ellie williams #the last of us #the last of us 2 #the last of us ellie #modern au #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #dealer!ellie #dealer!ellie smut

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(Keisuke Baji x female reader) Mature Content, 18+

Tags: porn with a plot, marijuana use, mentions of alcohol consumption, oral sex (male & female receiving), smut, fluff, Baji has a big dick, breast worship, slightly shy & awkward reader (she can get it though!), Baji w/tongue piercing, pet names (mostly ‘baby’), penis in vagina sex, unprotected sex, Baji is a big simp for the reader, very fluffy ending, Baji and reader are over 18

Synopsis: You recently became friends with Keisuke Baji. You're co-workers at a pet shop and UTokyo students. Now you’re finally alone with Baji for the first time at his place. Your plan is to get high and seduce him. But you're more nervous than you thought. Baji is hot - like so hot.

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: originally posted as a 3 part series on my deactivated tumblr (username Bajiisofine). This is the full version in its entirety, slightly edited.

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It’s the first day of winter break for UTokyo students. To celebrate, Keisuke Baji invited you over to the apartment he shares with his friends and co-workers, Kazutora and Chifuyu. A few weeks ago you began working part-time at Pet Shop Palme, which is how you met the trio.

You had quickly grown accustomed to the four of you going back to their apartment after work to unwind with a few beers or to smoke a bowl. However, today is the first time you've been completely alone with Baji at his place — his roommates are both out of town with their girlfriends.

You and Keisuke are sitting crossed-legged on his bedroom floor, leaning against the wall opposite his unmade bed. A large overflowing ashtray sits between you. His walls are covered in karate tournament flyers and motorcycle posters. A punk playlist plays at a low volume, providing background noise.

"There's like maybe one hit left."

Straightening out his legs, Baji gently taps your bare foot with his pinkie toe to get your attention. You’re trying not to stare at the skin peeking through the rips in his black jeans.

His honey-brown eyes are red and glassy from the weed. After taking his last hit from the pipe he passes it to you. Grasping it, you brush your fingers across his thumb ring. An electric spark jolts through you. You notice the bowl is mostly gray ash at this point but attempt to light it anyway.

“Ugh! That was gross!" You laugh, coughing as you exhale, dumping the remnants into the ashtray between you.

“I warned you,” he chuckles at the face you’re making. “So, whatcha wanna do tonight?" Baji leans his head back against the wall and raises his eyebrows expectantly. Turning to face him, you’re mesmerized by his ink-black hair cascading in soft waves down to his shoulders. Suddenly you feel very shy and break eye contact.

"Um, well… Emma texted me earlier. She said she was able to convince Mikey and Ken to agree to go to karaoke tonight," you giggle, looking down at your chipped nail polish. You met Emma and her best friend Hina at the beginning of the semester and became fast friends. Emma was the one who told you about the job opening at the pet store.

"Pfft," Keisuke laughs, "I would definitely pay good money to see that." He pushes the ashtray away and repositions himself. Before you can raise your head to look at him, he lays his head in your lap, his long hair spilling over your thighs.

Keisuke grins, his sharp canine teeth graze his bottom lip as he reaches up to trace his knuckles along your jawline. His smile widens when your eyes meet. “Hey, pretty,” his deep voice is barely above a whisper.

You freeze, suddenly aware that your heart is beating too loudly. So loud in fact, that he must be able to hear it.

"Baji, I have to pee!" You push yourself up off the floor, trying to hide the fact that you're trembling. His head hits the ground with a hard thud.

"Ow!” Keisuke grimaces, laughing and rubbing his head.

"I'll be right back!" Rushing to his bathroom, you lock the door and look at your reflection. "Shit!"

Your innocent workplace crush on Baji has intensified over the past three weeks you've known him. Normally getting high relaxes you — that was the plan for today: smoke with Keisuke and make your move. But for some reason, his sudden flirting made you feel self-conscious and nervous.

Turning on the faucet, you splash cold water on your face and try to calm down. Glancing in the mirror, you're grateful for your waterproof mascara. After patting your face dry and trying to salvage what you can of your makeup, you text Emma and Hina in group chat to tell them what a fool you just made of yourself. Realizing you've now been in Keisuke's bathroom for over 20 minutes you sigh and flush the toilet.

"Hey! I thought you fell in!" Baji shoots you his toothy smile from a reclined position on his bed. His wavy dark hair pools over the white pillowcases like an oil spill. His sheets are surprisingly clean.

In fact, because of your nerves, that's the first thing that comes out of your mouth. "Your sheets are so clean!"

Keisuke rolls his eyes, "Thanks. I do laundry — sometimes." He laughs and extends his left arm out, making a come here motion with his hand. His silver rings catch your eye. Baji’s hands are beautiful: large and veiny with long slender fingers.

He notices you staring at his hand, “What? It's clean, stop judging me!” Keisuke feigns being offended and sticks out his tongue at you. The ball of his silver tongue ring glints in the low lighting from his bedside lamp.

You laugh and climb onto the bed next to him. But not before managing to bump your shin hard on his bed frame.

"Fuck!" You reach down instinctively and rub your shin.

"Hey, c’mere," he chuckles as he sits up to massage your leg.

"Keisuke,” you sigh. "I-I like you." You look sheepishly up into his eyes, noticing that the pupils in his amber irises have widened.

Keisuke bites his lower lip, the tips of his pointy canines peeking out. He swears no one has ever looked at him quite like the way you did just now.

Not breaking eye contact, he lays back down and pulls you towards him. “I like you too.” The sultry tone of his voice sends shivers down your spine.

Hesitating briefly, you kiss him. Tentatively, at first, shy with your affection. Baji pursues the kiss further, massaging your tongue with his. You can just barely feel his piercing, his tongue is gentle, sensual. Feeling bolder, you lick his upper lip with the tip of your tongue. He moans, teasingly biting your lower lip.

“I want you," Keisuke whispers as he moves away from your mouth to nip and kiss your jawline down your neck.

A delicious warmth spreads through your core as your body responds to his. Your skin tingles where he touches you. Reaching down between his legs, you caress the growing bulge straining against his jeans. Baji moans, reflexively thrusting his pelvis against your hand.

"I want you too," you’re practically purring. Lifting his black and gray striped shirt with one hand, you kiss his toned chest and stomach. Your other hand remains pressed against his cock, firmly stroking his erection.

You kiss your way down his happy trail, nibbling and licking it playfully. Glancing up at Keisuke, you see his eyes are closed, his head back against his pillow, clearly enjoying your attention. His blissful expression gives you the confidence to unzip his pants. Baji opens his eyes and quickly helps you pull down his pants and boxer briefs.

You move your head down to his cock, he’s huge and hard and so ready. His dick twitches with yearning, clear drops of precum beading down its engorged head.

"Hey," Keisuke's voice is thick with lust. He clears his throat and looks at you, reaching down to gently stroke your cheek, "you don't have to do anything you don't wanna.”

"I wanna," you murmur, wantonly gazing up into his eyes. You’re nearly drooling, you just want his fat dick in your mouth now.

"Thank god," Keisuke mumbles, throwing his head back, a moan escaping his lips as you grasp his long girthy cock.

Teasingly, you lick away the precum that has begun to drip down his shaft. You drag your tongue down to his balls and up again to just below the tip, coating his shaft with warm saliva.

You repeat this motion, making sure his cock is nice and wet; your mouth's lubrication pooling around the base of his balls. Finally, you reach the head and swirl your tongue over his tip. Baji moans and grabs the back of your head with one hand while bunching up his sheets with the other. He continues to rake his fingers through your hair as you take him as far as you can into your mouth, wrapping your lips around him. He’s too big to take entirely into your mouth so you grip the base of his cock with both hands.

Creating suction with your cheeks, you gently hum as you continue to swirl your tongue over the head of his cock and back down, running your tongue along the thick protruding vein on the underside of his shaft.

You begin bobbing your head up and down while simultaneously pumping the base with both hands dripping with your saliva. Baji thrusts his hips up, groaning as he pushes himself further into your warm wet mouth. A low guttural sound escapes his lips. He opens his eyes, “B-baby... uff... I-I’m gonna cum.”

You look up, your lips still wrapped around his thick shaft as far as they will go, and nod, signaling him to cum in your mouth. Baji moans your name as he ejaculates, you continue sucking and pumping until he’s left shuddering and jerking beneath you. After swallowing his load, you sweetly smile up at him, and gently kiss the tip of his sensitive cock.

"Damn… you’re amazing,” Keisuke gazes at you with starry-eyed affection for several seconds before sitting up and pulling you into his lap. He kisses you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue.

“It’s your turn now, pretty baby,” Keisuke chuckles as he pushes you playfully back onto his bed.

Baji stretches to hand you a bottle of water from his bedside table. His black and gray striped t-shirt raised halfway above his toned abdomen. He smiles down at you — his amber bedroom eyes and sharp canines giving him a distinctly predatory air. Not breaking eye contact, he pulls a hair tie off his wrist and holds it between his teeth, gathering his wavy black hair in a ponytail.

“I like to tie my hair back… before I eat,” Baji winks, sticking his tongue out suggestively, the silver ball of his tongue piercing protruding forward on its bar.

You snort-laugh, nearly choking on your water, even though he’s making your heart pound — no longer from nervousness but desire. Your body tingles, yearning to feel the sensation of that tongue, his hot breath between your legs.

“Ohh — you laugh,” his tone is light, teasing. He leans over to tickle you, burying his face in the curve of your neck. “But, I know you’ll like it,” Keisuke whispers in his smooth baritone, tugging at your earlobe with his teeth.

“Lemme taste you,” Baji licks the sweet spot just beneath your ear, coaxing a moan out of you. “Hmm… pretty baby?”

“Yess, Keisuke…,” your voice hitches in your throat, a surge of heat flooding through you, culminating between your thighs. You grab at his shirt, tugging it over his head.

“You’re the one whose clothes are in the way,” Baji mumbles. Hungrily eyeing your body, he runs his silver-ringed fingers over the swell of your breasts and down your torso. Curling his fingers under the hem of your shirt, he caresses your bare skin with his knuckles as he pulls it over your head. Tossing your shirt aside, Keisuke wraps his large hands around your rib cage, lifting you further back onto his bed so your head rests on his pillows.

You hold your arms out, inviting him in. Smiling up at him, your expression somehow both innocent and full of desire. Swooning at your eagerness he bends to kiss you — deeply, wantonly, moaning into your mouth as you palm his hardening cock.

“Wait — wait, baby… let’s get you naked.” Baji stands, his already huge erection bobbing in your face as he helps you pull off your leggings. He pauses to admire you in your bra and panties.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he purrs. Watching you undo your bra, he groans appreciatively as your breasts bounce free. His dick twitches, a bead of precum leaking from the swollen head.

Quickly leaning back against his pillows, you open your arms and legs for him. Baji lays on top of you, caging you in. His silver pendants dangling from his neck. He grins, his canines cutely scraping against his bottom lip. Keisuke lowers his head to kiss you again, more slowly this time. He massages the ball of his piercing sensually over your tongue. His lips linger on yours, swallowing your little moans. Pulling away from your mouth, he licks and bites down your neck and collarbone before moving to your breasts.

Groaning quietly, he cups your soft flesh in his large palms, sucking and licking your nipples lasciviously. “Mmm— I’ve wanted your titties in my mouth,” Baji’s resonant voice against your sensitive nipple vibrates through your core.

“Keisuke.” You sigh, grasping at the nape of his neck, pressing his head closer to your chest.

He grins against your breasts, swirling his tongue around one of your erect nipples, rolling the tip of the other between the pads of his fingers. He’s satisfied once the peaks of both your breasts are tender and wet with his saliva.

“So fuckin’ gorgeous,” Keisuke murmurs as he kisses and licks his way to your stomach. He teasingly dips a fingertip into your belly button, eliciting goosebumps and a breathy sigh. He chuckles at your reaction, “You’re so cute.”

Baji slowly inches down your body, kissing and nibbling around the outline of your panties. Sharp teeth grazing the soft skin of your belly, hips, and upper thighs. He is a tease, purposefully ignoring the growing wet spot on the fabric centimeters from his lips. He chuckles at your desperation, the way you thrust your pelvis, trying to get relief from friction by rubbing against his face.

Finally, he plants a kiss on your clothed slit. You moan, wriggling your hips, hands tangling a mess in his ponytail. Keisuke chuckles again, “Okay, okay, baby… I’m gettin’ there.”

Hooking his long fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, he slides the sopping garment down your thighs. A low growl forms in his throat as a slippery strand of your arousal clings to the crotch of your panties. “Fuuck,” Baji's breath is heavy as he licks his lips, looking up at you. “Your pussy’s so wet.”

You squirm, self-conscious and horny, “Keisuk-ehh,” you whine, turning your head, burying your face in his pillow.

Completely exposed to him, Baji splays his big hands between your thighs, spreading them wider. His bronze eyes are lustful and dreamy as he admires your glistening wet lips. Mesmerized by your pussy, he traces the outline of your swollen labia with his fingertip before gathering the slick seeping out of your little hole, spreading it around your lips.

You whimper as Keisuke puts his nose practically inside of you. Inhaling the scent of your arousal, he moans about how good you smell. The sensation of his hot breath against your naked pussy makes your toes curl.

Grinning at your soft mewls, he presses an open-mouthed kiss to the hood of your clitoris. You jolt, the sensation sending a rush of heat through your body as you thrust up against his lips.

Keisuke purrs, sliding the tip of his tongue between your lips, tasting you. “Mmmm.”

The vibration from his deep voice sends shivers through you, making your hips buck again.

“So squirmy,” he chuckles. Curling his arms underneath your thighs, he grips you with his biceps, holding you firmly against him so he can continue.

Baji looks up at you with pure want in his eyes. Wetting his lips, he sticks out his tongue, holding it flat against his chin. The ball of his piercing raised from its stem. Slowly, sensuously, he licks you. His wide tongue trails saliva up and down your pussy and over your clitoris. His slow pace is deliciously agonizing, you writhe beneath his strong grip on your thighs. Panting, you rake your fingers through his hair, loosening his ponytail.

Baji moves his attention to your clit, slurping and sucking it noisily. Encouraged by your moans, he slips a single finger inside you. Deftly curling it upwards, exploring your warm wet walls, searching for your special spot.

Trembling, you reach to touch his lips, putting one of your fingers inside his mouth. You start rubbing your fingertip over your swollen nub while his mouth is on you. Groaning at the sensation of your finger in his mouth, Keisuke slides a second finger into your drooling pussy, stretching you out. He’s found your sweet spot and presses it with a firm, deep pressure. An intense wave rushes through your entire body, arching your back in pleasure. Baji greedily licks your fingers, sucking on them.

“Unff…ffuu…,” you whimper, as more meaningless words spilling from your lips. Your face muffled against his pillow. You’re so close to release; your whole body tingles, toes curling. Panting, you gyrate against Keisuke’s mouth, rubbing your wet pussy on his face. He thrusts and curves his fingers inside your walls, rhythmically massaging your G-spot. His lips make sloppy wet sounds as he continues sucking your clit. Your wet walls contract, pulsating. Baji moans as your pussy flutters around his fingers.

“Keisuke!” You cry out, cumming hard against his face. He keeps his mouth over your clit and fingers firmly inside you as you ride out your high.

Still panting, you sigh contentedly, giving Baji’s head a little squeeze between your thighs. He sits up, amber eyes beaming at you, a triumphant grin on his face. His long dark hair has come out of its ponytail, wisps sticking to the sweat on his forehead. His lips, chin, and the tip of his nose glistening with your slick.

“I wanna fuck you now,” Keisuke smiles wolfishly up at you from between your thighs, his bronze eyes heavy-lidded with desire. Sitting up, he wipes away the sweat from his forehead, running his fingers through his long tangled hair. “Fuck… I need some water,” he chuckles. “Your little pussy made me thirsty.” He notices you’re still panting and grins, “I bet you're thirsty too, huh?”

“Oh my god, yes! I just didn’t want to ruin the moment by saying anything,” you laugh.

“Baby, this is a marathon, you gotta stay hydrated,” Baji winks at you as he gets up from his bed, his huge veiny hard-on bobbing in front of him. It leads him from his room to the kitchen. Sighing, you stare at the little bounce his sculpted muscular ass produces as he walks away. Your wet pussy leaks onto his sheets as you stretch your arms above your head.

Hastily, you sprint to his bathroom to pee, making it back just as he returns with a bottle of water from his fridge. He’s about to hand it to you when he has a better idea.

“Open your mouth, gorgeous,” Keisuke opens the bottle and slowly pours it into your mouth, his eyes filled with lust as he watches the stream of water spilling from your lips down your neck to your bare breasts.

Palming his neglected erection, he takes a gulp of water and bends down to kiss you, sensually passing the water from his mouth to yours. Keisuke slowly swirls his tongue, teasing yours with the ball of his piercing. The taste of your pussy is still on his lips and tongue. You moan into his mouth as he takes the tip of your tongue between his lips and gently sucks it.

Baji eagerly lays on top of you as you reach down between his toned quads to stroke his cock from base to tip. Warm precum leaks from the engorged head into your palm. The veins in his thick shaft are completely swollen, his dick feels so heavy and huge — you need both hands to stroke him properly. Groaning, his hips reflexively roll forward, thrusting his needy cock against your hands.

“Keisuk-ehh,” you purr, looking up at him with yearning eyes. Bending down to kiss you, his pendants dangle from his neck above you. Baji slips one of his large hands between your legs. His silver rings scrape against the tender skin of your thighs. He easily penetrates your drooling wet pussy with two long fingers, curling them upwards. A low groan vibrates from his Adam’s apple when he feels just how wet and ready you are for him.

“Ufff… I need to be in you,” Keisuke grunts, his usually velvety deep voice sounds gruff now, making your pussy ache. You whimper, gyrating against his fingers inside you, needing to feel the friction from his hand against your slick lips and swollen clit.

Your horny noises and thrusting pussy are too much for Baji — a hoarse growl emanates from his throat as he grabs you by your thighs, spreading your legs and pulling your hips flush beneath him. Your pelvis instinctively bucks up as he grips his thick cock in one hand, gliding it over your slippery folds. You both moan as he slaps the head against your needy clit.

“Mmm, baby… you’re so wet,” Keisuke gazes down at your glistening cunt, his sharp canines biting into his lower lip. His eyes transfixed on your shiny swollen labia, he slowly eases into your warm wet hole, groaning at the sight of your drooling little pussy taking in his lengthy cock.

Baji bends to kiss you, teasingly licking your lower lip before penetrating your mouth, massaging your tongue with his. Your whole body tingles from the sensations of his fat tongue in your mouth and fat cock in your pussy.

He moans into your mouth as the plush walls of your hot little cunt stretch to accommodate his lengthy hard dick. He sensually circles his hips, thrusting into you, his large hands firmly gripping your ass and thighs.

Keisuke fucks you hard, burying his shaft deep in your pussy, with each thrust his heavy balls bounce against your ass. He stares lustfully at your breasts bouncing as he pounds into you. Both your bodies slick with sweat, incoherent sex noises and lewd squelching sounds from your pussy fill the room, the air thick with pheromones.

Baji reaches between your legs to rub wet circles around your clitoris, then gently pinches it. “Fff…uff,” you moan, toes curling, back arching off the mattress as you writhe beneath him. He groans as you buck your hips up, grinding your swollen clit against his pelvis, your walls gripping his entire length inside you.

Keisuke leans forward to suck on your titties. He wraps his lips around one of your nipples, sucking it, swirling his tongue around the hard tip, drooling — his eyes closed in pure ecstasy. Mewling, you grab his muscular ass with both hands, pushing him deeper into you. Baji moans as your sopping-wet pussy sucks him in.

Your walls begin to contract and flutter around him, and you whimper, burying your face in one of his pillows. Your toes curl as his cock swells even larger inside you, making your pussy throb. Your entire body tingles, waves of pleasurable heat flow through your core. “Ffuu… uhf… KEI!” You call out his name, moaning, trembling, your thighs shaking. Keisuke gazes down at you, his golden brown eyes half-closed and dreamy as he fucks you through your orgasm.

The hot pulsating sensations of your wet walls fluttering and squeezing his cock soon push Baji to his limit. There’s a warm tingling in his balls, the muscles at the base of his dick tighten and contract. Keisuke grunts, clenching his pelvic muscles, trying to hold back, but it’s no use.

It’s the way you look panting beneath him: You’re just too hot, your pussy’s too wet. Your sexy little moans… the fuckin’ needy way you called out his name as you came so hard, creaming around his cock…. FUUCK!

Baji groans, exhaling a deep breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “I’m gonna cum!” He calls out your name, you moan as you squeeze his thick cock, milking it as he thrusts into you, sloppily jerking his hips, shooting his hot cum deep in your pussy. Keisuke moans, his shoulders shuddering, the aftershocks of his orgasm sending shivers down his spine. He collapses on top of you with a little grunt.

“Fuck, baby... you wore me out,” Baji chuckles as he rolls over onto his pillow next to you.

“You’re so pretty when you cum…” he touches your mouth, tracing your lips with his index finger, “and your little noises are so sexy.” He smiles at you with soft affection in his eyes.

“You’re pretty hot, yourself — Baji-san.” You both laugh at the name he specifically told you not to call him when you first started working at the pet shop.

“C’mere, gorgeous.” Keisuke pulls you onto his sculpted chest, embracing you in a full-body hug. He lowers his chin and kisses the top of your head, “You smell so good,” he murmurs into your hair.

The silver pendants from his necklaces press against your face. You push them gently aside, laying your hand on his heart. He begins drawing tiny shapes on the back of your hand with his fingertips. Sighing, you nuzzle in closer to his chest. Baji’s skin smells warm and comforting — a faint blend of sandalwood, pot, and sex. Soft strands of his long wavy black hair tickle your face.

“Y’know, it’s kinda funny…,” Baji pauses to clear his throat. You can feel his Adam’s apple bob and vibrate as he speaks, his deep voice low and soothing. “I asked you to come over tonight ‘cos I was gonna ask you out.” He entwines his fingers with yours. “I even made sure Chifuyu and Kazutora would be gone so we could be alone.”

“Really?” You smile as you feel Baji’s heart begin to beat a little bit faster in his chest.

“But I wasn’t sure if you liked me in that way… y’know — romantically,” he mumbles, and you can practically hear the blush in his voice.

How is he so fucking cute?

“Keisuke,” you lift your head to peer up at him. And he is blushing, his chiseled cheekbones dusted pink. He momentarily looks away from you, breaking eye contact. He’s embarrassed because he blushed and you saw it.

“Kei,” you sit up and place a hand on one of his pink cheeks. “I came over because I wanted to have sex with you. Like, that was my plan from the beginning,” you tell him, thinking it will reassure him.

Baji looks into your eyes. His expression is soft and sincere, vulnerable. “I don’t want just that though…,” he pauses and self-consciously rubs the back of his neck, trying very hard not to break eye contact.

“Fuck — what I’m tryin’ to say is… I don’t wanna be,” he makes air quotes here, “‘friends with benefits’, or fuck buddies. Or any of that shit. I want more than that. I really, truly like you… a lot,” he realizes he’s still rubbing at the back of his neck and puts his hand down. He grins at you sheepishly, a wide smile that makes his brown eyes crinkle adorably shut.

“Keisuke!” You’re completely unable to think of anything even remotely coherent to say. He looks down at you expectantly. And you just stare back up at him for several long seconds, with pure adoration in your eyes. If heart eyes were real, you’d definitely have them.

Finally, you’re able to speak — sort of: “I-I like you too… really, so so much… like I can’t even begin to say h—”

“Then just kiss me already,” Keisuke chuckles, pulling you towards him.

©️poorly written by Bajiisofine Miyukiissofine, 2023. Please do not copy, translate, upload to other platforms, or claim as your own.

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[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

BTS playing Animal Crossing with you

do not repost my work in any form

Warnings: none! enjoy :)

☆ gender neutral reader

Jin

Jin isn’t interested in playing when you first start. He says it’s not really his kind of game. But pretty soon, he has a copy of his own and is parked next to you on the couch, arguing aloud with Tom Nook, that tyrant. Jin is king of his island, chasing villagers he doesn’t like with nets - maybe they’ll take a hint and leave. Mainly enjoys collecting, trying to finish his museum, and flower breeding.

The places you play the most are in bed and on the couch in Yoongi’s studio. Many nights Yoongi comes home after a long day, crawls into bed alongside you and says he’s going to sleep, but ends up watching you play until his mind is quiet and he drifts off. You often hear him humming the game’s background music as he potters around the house, not even aware that he’s doing it.

Hoseok

Once you introduce Hobi to Animal Crossing, you can’t pull him away for days on end. “But my flowers need watering and I need to check my shops and I have to talk to my favourite neighbours so they don’t think I’m abandoning them!” What about abandoning me, you point out. “We can play together! Just don’t run through my flowers.” He’s dead serious.

Namjoon

Your boyfriend Namjoon comes in very handy when Redd comes around. Who needs to search up a guide on which paintings are real or fake when you have an art enthusiast in the house? He doesn’t mind either, he enjoys the challenge and is proud that you think he’s so smart. He thinks the game is cute and sometimes watches you play when he doesn’t feel like doing anything.

Jimin

Jimin would play only because you do. When he has a lot of downtime the two of you squish together on the bed and play, visiting each other’s islands and taking pictures of your characters doing silly things together, swimming and watching the shooting stars. When he hasn’t played for a while because he is busy, he complains and pouts about the amount of weeds covering his island.

Taehyung

Tae thinks all the ugly villagers are cute. You look up how to get rid of the ones you don’t want on your island, and he is offended. How could you plot the removal of his new best friend Barold? He hates shaking trees because he is constantly being stung by bees. Always asking you for emergency Bells to buy furniture that he wants before it disappears from the store.

Jungkook

Spends more time playing Happy Home than he spends on his own island. He gets so into designing elaborate interiors for his pixel friends - every detail from lighting to ambience, it all has to be just right. Honestly, he’s racked up more hours than you have, and when you’re not playing yourself you’re more than likely watching him and trying not to be jealous of his digital decorating talents.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

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[bucksdoll]

just droppin a barry thought

cw : flirty but nothing overall inappropriate. jus teasing barry with nicknames.

yk how he calls rafe country club? imagine him having those little names for everyone, and when you first meet him you don’t know it’s his ‘thing’, and you think he’s jus bein cute or wtv, so you come up with a nickname for him too and it just drives him insane (in a good way). maybe you two have a pretty flirty relationship, you’ve never done anything about it, but whenever you see eachother you can’t seem to stop. having some conversations here and there, but the friendship is mainly handsy touches and flirty whispers.

smth like bear. like not too much thought behind it, but smth that makes enough sense. bear, kinda short for barry, also just callin him bear as just a beefy guy kinda thing would prolly drive him out of his mind.

imagine you’re at party, and he’s mingling with other people (trying to sell shit), and you just breeze up to him. probably in a short ass flowy dress that you can barely excuse as a swimsuit cover up. you’ve got alc or weed in your system, so everything is jus a little fuzzy, but with that peaceful buzz that just makes you feel sooo good. enough buzz to take the weight off your shoulders and give you a burst of confidence, but not quite enough to start making dumb decisions. the party is pretty loud, there’s a ton of people, so you have to shove a couple shoulders to get to him, but eventually you do.

he’s leaning against the white marble counter, gabbing some group of guys ears off, his words slightly slurred, and the men (clearly on way more shit than he was) were just nodding along absentmindedly. if the house was empty it would feel weird for him to be in such a pristine white kook environment, but considering on the other end of the kitchen island you could see someone snorting a line, it seemed like he fit right in. he was standing towards the edge of the island, the side facing the rest of the crowded room. he held onto the corner of it for support, rafe definitely having convinced him to have a few more claws than he normally had whenever he tries to sell shit at parties.

you walk behind him, grazing your fingers under the hem of his shirt, lightly following his vline up before continuing to trace his shorts waistband around back to where you stood, then pulling your hand away. he lightly flinched, instantly relaxing when he noticed it was you, but knowing barry he probably would’ve relaxed if it was any girl feeling him up.

“hey bear.” you whispered, your hand traveling up his back to his shoulder, where you then rested your head. he turned his head to the side, meeting your face on his shoulder, not even inches away from each other.

“what’d you jus call me?” his brows furrowed a little, and he let a little cocky grin slip before biting his lower lip. his eyes stared into yours, pupils blown, and it was impossible to determine whether it was from the alcohol or how close you two were.

“nuthin.” you reply, your eyes blown too, but yours was definitely from how close you two were. you bit your lip too, very awfully hiding a smile, which still perched at your cheeks. your hand gave his bicep a squeeze, and just as he went to turn around to drill you further, you wandered off towards the backyard. your eyes following him for just a moment, before you turned your head back forward, flipping your hair over your shoulder. you drug one hand delicately down the island as you walked towards the open doors, admittedly swaying your hips a bit more than they normally did as you walked. you breathed in the fresh air as you finally met the open doors, finally out of the atmosphere of the stuffy party, and you just continued your trek. probably going to find a friend to chat with for a bit before barry inevitably catches back up with you later. and who knows what he has in store then.

-feel free to leave me requests for more barry (or their obx character) blurbs !!! i need ideas :)

dividers by gigittamic

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[laylasmoonchild]

Cherry Flavored Smoke

Sam x Reader x Danny

Summary: Danny and Sam have a close friend, who used to be a fan. Under the influence of marijuana, the Reader decides to answer some fan related questions from them… And… They act em out✨

WARNINGS: Sex, Threesome, Male Receiving Oral, Fingering, Smoking Weed, Alcohol, Face slapping (Consensual)

(Let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 6964

I met Greta Van Fleet after a concert for another band… And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t go to said concert with them in mind. I was a fan for awhile, and happened to have connections with the performers and figured, why not? Well, it was better than expected. Not only did I get to meet them, but I became pretty close to them; mainly the lovely rhythm section…

Cut to now, I still think it’s crazy how close we’ve gotten considering I’ve told them every embarrassing fangirl nonsense I’ve contributed in. Well… Almost everything.

I thought about this while getting ready to have my annual Friday night get together with Danny and Sam. We say “annual” but it really takes place when we actually happen to have the time.

I took a shower after work and finished getting ready. Tamed my post shower hair, did my skincare routine (knowing I was just going to be with Danny and Sam, I didn’t feel the need to wear makeup.), and picked out a comfortable outfit. We usually eat something made by one of us or takeout, drink a little, and maybe even some herbal refreshments. It’s nothing crazy, so I opt for an oversized band tee and leggings, which is much more comfortable than my work clothes…

My phone lights up on my vanity while I continue to spray my perfume on my pulse points… And of course, multiple texts flood in.

Rhythm Section + Y/N

S: Y/N you’re smoking tonight, not taking no for an answer this time

D: She doesn’t have to smoke

D: Sam are you almost here? I needed rolling papers, if you’re close, forget it. I’ll just have to clean my bong.

D: I don’t want to gross you guys out with a dirty bong 🤣

S: I’m outside, the dirty bong is just fine

Laughing at the screen while I catch up, I decide that I can stop at the store on my way.

Y/N: If I have to smoke, it’s not going to be out of a dirty bong

Y/N: I’m going to pick up papers, what brand do you guys prefer?

D: You’re the best♥️

D: Zig-Zag is fine

I made the mental note & grabbed both my bag and keys to make it to my car.

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As I walked into the smoke shop, I was greeted by the sales clerk and told him what I needed. While he grabbed the papers, I decided to grab a couple of the guy’s favorite drinks and snacks - just in case they get the munchies and wipe out whatever dinner is…

The clerk rang up my items and as I handed my debit card, I saw something that made me let out a light chuckle. Cherry flavored Juicy Jays. I was immediately transported to high school memories.

“Can I have a pack of the cherry rolling papers? God, I loved those, I have to get them.” I laughed a little at the thought of both Danny and Sam’s reactions to the papers.

The store clerk smiled and added them to my total. After paying, I was on my way.

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I walked up Danny’s driveway, bags in hand, and before I could struggle to knock on his front door, I was greeted with Sam’s perfect smile.

Sam had opened the door and took one of the bags from my hands.

“You get em?” He said, almost impatiently.

“Hello to you too, Samuel.” I huffed sarcastically, walking past him and into the house. Kicking off my shoes then making my way further into set the bags down on the dining room table. I took my hoodie off and draped it over the chair, turning around to look at Sam whom I left in the foyer.

“I didn’t mean it like that! It was just on my mind!” He protested, copying my actions with the placement of the bag.

“Mhmm, I’m sure.” I said in a jokingly skeptical voice. I scrunched up my nose making an exaggerated annoyed face, blowing my cover with a soft chuckle. Before pulling me into a hug, Sam gave my nose a light pinch.

“You know you love me, I didn’t forget that you were a Sam girl- or what do they call it? A ‘Sammy Lane Girl’? I don’t know, but I’m sure I could find some old comments from you on my Instagram.” He teased while I rolled my eyes.

“That was before I had the pleasure of meeting you, I would definitely call myself a Danny girl now.” I poked him in the chest, earning an obnoxious “Ouch” from him.

I looked towards the kitchen, and back at Sam, pursing my lips, I looked towards the kitchen again, this time walking towards it. I flipped my hair, knowing it would miss Sam’s face by a few centimeters. I felt his eyes on me as I made it through the threshold.

As I entered the kitchen, I saw Danny with his phone up against his ear while he held our favorite takeout menu. He noticed my presence and mouthed “Hey” with a smile. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his torso. He hugged me back with one arm and I basked in the feeling of his strength, even with a single free arm. The restaurant answered and Danny continued to give our orders while I stayed in his hold, listening and feeling his voice vibrate in his chest.

Danny always highlighted our orders with a marker on the menu so he never had to ask us what we wanted, knowing that Sam and I will contemplate a new order for an hour and change our mind while Danny ordered for us. As he finished up requesting our order, he rubbed my back to get my attention.

“Do you want anything extra, dessert, drinks?” He asked in a low voice, I shook my head no. I let go of him as he said goodbye and hung up his phone.

I lean my back into the island, spreading my arms out & placing my hands on the counter to support me. Danny was still standing in front of me, eyeing me a little extra. I furrowed my brow, questioning the reason for his gaze, he blushed in return and leaned on the counter top behind him.

“What?” I asked him.

“Nothing, I just missed you!” He let out a breathy laugh while I nodded and let out a sarcastic “uh-huh”. A wicked grin painted across his lips and he opened his mouth to speak again, “And I heard you say you’re a Danny girl now.”

He continued to laugh while I rolled my eye’s playfully, much like I did with Sam.

“Watch out, she’ll say she’s a Josh girl to save herself.” Sam walks in the kitchen with the Zig-Zags and a baggie of weed, bringing the items to the island I was leaning on. Danny and I laughed in response to the comment from Sam while he smiled to himself. He sat in one of the barstools and opened the bag. The smell filled the kitchen, instantly earning a deep inhale from all of us. I turned to my right, watching him intently roll a joint. Sam was something else, face perfectly sculpted. His eyebrows knit together while he bit his bottom lip in focus on the joint. I was watching his hands, only thinking about how perfect they were. Long fingers accompanied by veins and large hands.

I realized he didn’t have the cherry rolling papers that I brought along with the regular ones.

“Sam, did you see the cherry ones I got?” I asked him while he looked up at me. He nodded before bringing the joint to his lips, giving it a light lick to seal it.

“You don’t want to use them?” I said in a partial whine.

“Ehh, I don’t think I’ll like the taste, bring me them, I’ll roll your one for yourself.” He replies, taking the lighter to the joint lightly to ensure its closure.

“Cherry j’s? God, that’s so you” Danny chimes in. “I’ll grab em, I’m sure you also got us drinks that Sam could’ve put in the fridge.” He says with a half serious glare, knowing Sam was only focused on getting the papers.

Danny walks out of the room, coming back shortly with the bags. He hands me the cherry papers and continues unbagging the snacks and placing the drinks in the refrigerator.

“Did you ever learn how to roll?” Sam asked me, I turned around to give him my full attention while I shook my head no.

“Not surprised, pretty girls never know how to roll” Sam looked me up and down, “What does that mean?” I ask, slightly offended. I leaned forward on the counter, waiting for an inevitable smart ass response.

“Let me guess, you were the girl who rarely had to pay for her own weed, probably smoked out of a little pink bong or a one hitter bowl? Cones even?” He said with a smirk. My eyes widened, he hit the nail on the head. Danny laughs while taking a sip of a beer. Sam laughs gleefully, taking a deep breath “And! I bet you only smoked these things with the senior boys… Typical, pretty girl.” He says while he reaches for my cherry papers.

“Am I that predictable?” I laughed at myself, remembering my high school experience as just the way Sam narrowed it down.

He opened the packaging and shook his head, Danny coming up behind him to snag the previously rolled joint and lighter.

“Nah, not at all. It’s just common.” Danny answers for Sam. He places the joint between his lips, lighting it up and taking a long drag. After taking another, he passes it to Sam, and something about the exchange between the two made my stomach flip. Even though I grew closer to them, I was still amazed by how gorgeous they were. Sam kept the lit joint between his lips while sprinkling the weed into the cherry cartoon and flavor lined rolling papers. Looking so casual and skillful at the same time.

He returns the joint to Danny, fixing his gaze back onto me then back to tightening up the joint he was rolling for me. He brought it to his lips, about to lick it shut. But something made the corner of his mouth raise into his classic wicked grin. He put the joint out to me, inches away from my mouth. I was looking at him doe-eyed, not sure what he was getting at.

“C’mon, little girl. I don’t want to lick this cherry paper.” He said, waving it lightly in my face. I glanced over at Danny who had smoke billowing out of his mouth and straight up into his nose, breathing it out with a breathy laugh. I went to reach out for the joint with my hand, and Sam shook his head, pulling the joint back a bit.

“How am I supposed to-“ I began asking him, in defense of my actions.

“I packed it out for you and these papers are small. I don’t want it to fall apart, lick it.” He holds it out to me again, eyes landing on my lips then back onto my eyes.

“Yeah those things suck for that,” Danny adds while tapping his joint to ash it in the crystal ashtray he held.

I suddenly felt a little warm, a little self conscious even. I decided it wasn’t as deep as I thought it was and leaned forward. I stuck my tongue out, only a little, making sure to be cautious with it. I licked it, the cherry flavor being a mix of tart and sweet, making me salivate a little more in the back of my mouth. I felt eyes watching me intently, making me look up through my lashes. Sammy’s eyes were glued on my mouth, swiping his bottom lip with the bottom tip of his tongue, bringing the corner of his glistened lip between his teeth. Quickly glancing at Danny, he was staring at me similarly while he shifted himself to stand upright. He cleared his throat as I finished sealing the joint and I leaned back, only being able to watch Sam’s hands run the lit lighter up and down it, slightly embarrassed to make eye contact again.

“How’s it taste?” Danny asked, nodding his head towards it in Sammy’s hand.

“Uh, good. It’s sweet,” I replied, noticing both of their eyebrows raising, moving their head slightly up and down & making a higher pitched “hm” sound.

Sammy hands it to me between my thumb and index finger. “Wanna try?” I let my hand out a little, waiting for someone to take up my offer.

“Nah, I’m good, enjoy.” Sam replies, getting up from his chair, walking to the fridge for a beer.

I looked at Danny, wiggling my eyebrows and wiggling the joint between my fingers.

“How bout you, Danny Boy?” I said, sing-songy.

He shook his head politely with a smile, earning an unserious, half frown from me. Bringing the joint to my mouth, Danny brought the lighter up to the end of the joint. His eyes were on my mouth once more. Waiting for me to put it between my lips before lighting it. I inhaled the smoke, tasting the mix of weed and burnt cherry. I let the smoke out, sucking it back in lightly and blowing it out again. I licked my lips, looking up at him.

“Thanks,” I said before taking another hit. He smiled and set the lighter down. The effects of THC made my limbs feel less tense, and my eyelids a little heavier.

Sam walked back over, I was still leaned over the island, elbows propping me up. He placed his right arm around my shoulder, leaning with me. He settled his beer on the counter top and reached out for the joint I was holding in my right hand.

He took it from my fingers, putting it between his and looked at the cartoon print on it.

“You sure you don’t wanna try? It’s delicious and you rolled it so well!” I said enticingly, wanting one of them to try it.

“Ah, what the hell.” He brought it up to his lips, taking a deep hit. The tip created a light orange glow on his face. The crackle noise put me in a trance at his beauty. His eyes looked over at me watching him. He blew the smoke away from my face, lowering his arm from around my shoulder and to my waist.

“Not bad,” He said surprised, motioning for Danny to hand him the ashtray. He slid it over to him, turning his head to the walkway that leads to the dining room. Lights flashed through the threshold and we heard a car door close.

“Food’s here, I got it.” Dan left the room, grabbing his wallet on the way.

Sam’s hand started lazily tightening its grip on my waist while he took a longer drag.

“Hey!” I softly exclaimed, noticing half the joint being smoked away and turning to ash. Sam’s chest rose and fell, chuckling a bit while unchanging his actions. He put the rest of what was the joint in the ashtray. He was still holding the smoke in his mouth, I stood up straight out of his hold, crossing my arms. He stood up, facing my shoulders toward him and taking my pouting face in his hand. He tightened his grip lightly on my jaw, loosening my mouth slightly open, and squeezed my cheeks lightly. He leaned into me, blowing the cherry smoke into my mouth, shotgunning it right into my lungs as I inhaled.

I felt my knees loosen a little at the swiftness of the interaction. As he pulled away, his hand released itself from my face. His cocky side smile plastered on his face while he lightly blinked.

“Better?” He asked me softly. Danny entered the kitchen once more, removing the containers from the paper bag while I walked away from Sam to help Danny.

“Are you guys hungry right now? Honestly I ate a little late when I had lunch, I might save my food for later after we smoke again.” Danny said while tossing the empty bags into the garbage.

“I’m good right now, how about you Sam?” I said turning to him. He was eyeing me up and down while I waited for a response.

“Sam?” Danny said, snapping Sammy out of whatever trance he was in. Probably from the weed.

“Oh! Sorry, I’m not that hungry either.” He responded quickly.

“Wanna watch a movie then?” Danny asked.

“Yeah, sure” We replied in unison.

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We were all together in Danny’s living room, sprawled out in our usual spots on his massive U-Shaped sectional. Danny was on one end, laying flat, Sam on the other, and I was laid on my side in between the extended sections on the middle section. Head towards Danny, feet towards Sam.

We had started watching a movie that we’ve seen before. Knowing one of us may fall asleep or want to smoke mid-movie, we agreed on not wanting to risk missing anything new.

Sam rolled a few more joints with a tray in his lap while Danny and I watched the screen. When I’m under the influence, I tend to get a little touch deprived. If someones next to me, I’ll trace my nails lightly up and down their arm, or ask them to play with my hair… All of which isn’t weird to the guys. Even though some may see that as intimate, the guys come from families whose love language is touch, so it’s not that weird to them.

Since my head was towards Danny, I looked up at him. Studying his features. How masculine yet beautiful each curve and mark on his face were. He looked down at me, smiling. He tapped the space between us, putting his arm out for me to join him. He knows how much I love to lay on people’s chest and listen to their heart’s beat. Giggling a little to myself, I scooted towards him and rested my head on his chest. I laid my arm across his torso and he rested his hand on my hip, lightly rubbing my side up and down ever so often.

“Alright, here’s your fruity joint, Y/N,” Sam said getting up from his side and walking over to us. I lifted my hand up from Danny’s torso and reached out for the already lit joint.

“Did you smoke from this one too?” I asked with a cheeky grin before taking a drag.

Danny laughed a little, making me hear the bass of it in his chest.

“It’s good! I admit, I fell victim to the taste. The cartoon on them are fun too!” He laughed back, sitting on the couch aside Danny’s legs.

He watched me blow out the smoke, giving me a little smirk, which Danny caught.

“What?” He said confused with Sam.

“Ooooh, nothing, Sam just smoked the first one down to a roach when you were getting the food” I tapped Danny’s chest, offering the joint.

“Of course he did, always greedy that one,” Danny looked at the joint in my hand. He declined with a light glance. I pouted and used my big eyes to my advantage, trying to garner sympathy.

Danny rolled his eyes and let out a sigh with a smile. “Fine.” He tapped my hip with his hand, taking the joint with his other while I let out a satisfied laugh.

I watched him from below inhale the smoke. Studying his features once more, and this time, feeling bold.

“You guys wanna know something funny about your girl fans?” I asked them.

“Hm?” Danny said before letting out the smoke and passing the joint to Sam.

“Do tell” Sammy said, ashing the joint into the ashtray while smirking and wiggling his eyebrows.

I stood up, going from laying to a sitting position, pulling my knees to my chest while still next to Danny.

“Well- Usually when a girl likes Danny, her ‘cheat lane’ is Sam, and vice versa. Obviously there’s many combinations but that’s just what I’ve noticed.” I let out a lighthearted laugh after the statement, turning to see both reactions. They looked at each other and exchanged “oooooh” noises and laughed.

Always bold, under the influence or not, Sam opened his mouth to reply “What was your combination?”

Suddenly Danny was more interested, turning to look at me, fighting back a grin.

“Oh, God.” I rolled my eyes and covered my face.

“Yeaaah, you can’t just say that and not tell us” Danny tried pulling my hands from my blushed face. Danny was laughing when getting a look at the expression on my face. Sam added in agreeing noises while setting the joint and ashtray on the coffee table.

“Well… Who do you think?” I said in defense, not wanting to get into details and no longer feeling bold.

They shared smirks and raised eyebrows while laughing to themselves.

“Oh grow up!” I laughed back, kicking Sam lightly in the ribs with my foot and lightly punching Danny’s arm.

“It’s cute! And hey, you brought it up,” Danny said in defense, tickling my side a little, earning a slight smile from me.

“You know, I always wanted to ask you something… Since you were a fan of us.” Sam says, nonchalantly reclining into Danny’s legs.

“Shoot.” I replied.

A shit eating grin was on Sam’s face before asking “Did you ever read that fanfiction stuff? Like the intensely pornographic ones?” Danny took a sharp inhale through his nose and let out a little laugh.

My face felt hotter than it already was.

“Sam!” I exclaimed, eyes widened to capacity.

“You gotta tell us, and we’ll know if you’re lying!” He pointed at me in a jokingly threatening manner.

I looked over at Danny, hoping to have him reason with Sam, but he was equally curious.

I took a deep breath before quietly saying “I mean who doesn’t…”

They immediately gasped gleefully, leaning closer, wanting to know more.

“Sooooo,” I heard Danny speak up. Sam and I both turned to see him smiling, adding to the suspense.

He let out a nervous sigh before continuing, “Was there ever stuff about me and Sam… you know…” He motioned his hands between the three of us.

“What do you mean?” I asked, not fully understanding, feeling my core pulse between my legs at the conversation.

Sam looked confused and in deep thought before saying “Ooooh,” coming to the conclusion before I could.

“Like…. Threesome stuff.” Danny looked me dead in the eye. His body next to mine felt stiff.

“Oh, yeah. Loads.” I replied casually.

“Have you ever read them?” Sammy caught my attention with his bluntness.

My stomach felt like it did a flip and I felt a familiar warmth form.

My embarrassment slowly turned into arousal. I was high and with two guys I wholeheartedly trusted. Not to mention two guys that I most definitely have thought about in this context.

I looked at Sam, biting my lip a little. I relaxed my legs away from my chest and let them slightly hang open.

“Why? You wanna act one out?”

Sammy’s mouth slightly hung open, he looked over at Danny who had a similar reaction. Sam’s cheeks were now a shade of pink.

Danny cleared his throat “I mean… Not to sound like a couple of deuce bags but… It came up in conversation.”

I smirked, looking back at Sammy, who was trying to casually reposition himself in his gray joggers.

“Is that true? You want to share your favorite Sammy girl?” I made sure to flash him my best fuck-me-eyes.

He nodded while looking at me with pure filth running through his head.

Danny put his hand on my knee, slowly running up my thigh. “Only if you want to?”

I smiled at his sweetness, feeling pleased with knowing the two sexiest men I’ve ever laid eyes on wanted to have their way with me.

I stood up from the couch and put my hands out for them to grab ahold of.

They looked at each other like they couldn’t believe this was happening & each grabbed a hand and followed me off the couch & to the bedroom. I let go of their hands and they traveled behind me.

Danny’s bedroom always felt so inviting. The faint smell of incense lingered in the lamp lit space. I sat on the edge of the bed before them. At this angle I could see both of their dicks so clearly strained in their pants. They looked down at me, not knowing where to start.

Feeling coquettish, I slowly discarded my shirt, flinging it across the room. Both boys had a hungry look on their face, one of them letting out a breathy “fuck” under his breath. I was wearing a lacey, black, balconette style bra. My breasts heaving up and down, delicately spilling out the top of my bra.

Danny removed his shirt, inspiring Sam to do the same. Danny leaned over first, “can I kiss you?” he whispered close to my face.

“I’ll do you one better, the both of you can fuck me if you want.”

He smirked while devouring my lips. I started to recline into the bed, letting Danny crawl on top of me. He lightly pulled me up further into the middle of the bed, he positioned himself to the side of my body, kissing me passionately.

Danny’s kisses were rough yet precise, never sloppy yet I still felt how much he needed me.

Hands running up my side, he slowly brought his hand up to my neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Oh,” I let out onto his mouth, feeling him smile against my lips. His tongue desperately fought against mine. He pulled away for a second, looking down at me. “So fucking sexy,” I put my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss once more.

Danny pulled away again, looking over at Sam, who seemed to be enjoying the view.

“Princess, could Sam take these off for us?” Danny tugged lightly on the waistband of my leggings. I quickly nodded and let out a whimper. Sam smiled and crawled onto the bed. He leaned down to my face, kissing me. Sam’s kisses were wet & deep, more desperate than Danny’s. My pussy began to throb at the racing thoughts about what the rest of this night would entail.

Sammy sat up from me, supporting his body weight on the opposite side that Danny occupied. Before pulling my leggings down, he double checked with me, his eyes lightening a bit from their darkened lust. After I nodded in approval, he pulled my leggings and panties off my body. Not surprised he was eager to take off both.

Danny’s lips attached themselves to my exposed breast, leaving a reminder of him being there for later…

Sam started sucking on my ear lobe and lightly tugging it between his teeth. I was moaning for both of them.

They both worked their way to my face, once making it there at the same time, they looked each other in the eyes, & grinned. Danny nodded his head at Sammy, giving him the go ahead to kiss me.

Sammy began kissing me, and I felt both of their hands slide down my stomach and making their way between my thighs. Sammy lightly ghosted the soft skin of my inner thighs, making my hips buck. Danny’s freehand un did the back part of my bra, he brought up the hand that was by my core and pulled my bra off of me. My nipples hardened at the cool air & my hands returned to the sides of their heads, lighting tugging their hair. Danny then spit into his hand, and began rubbing my clit.

I began moaning into Sam’s mouth which became a signal for him to tease my entrance with his fingers. I began to whimper, closing my thighs shut while Danny was giving me what I needed and Sammy was torturing me. I thought of how fast his fingers moved on the strings of his bass and it was making me ache for him.

Danny stopped rubbing my clit, making me whimper more. He pulled my leg over his, keeping my leg open for him.

Sam stopped kissing me & did the same with my other leg, leaving me wide open for them.

“Such a good girl for us, I think she can handle it, Sam… Give it to our girl.” Danny returned his hand to my clit and put his lips around my nipple. I let out a strained moan.

“Y/N, is that what you want? My fingers in your pussy?” Sam said to me in a raspy whisper.

“Yes, yes, please Sam, I want them so bad” I couldn’t even hold back my desperation, I never wanted this feeling to stop.

“Shhh, you’ll get it baby, we’re gonna give you what you want.” And with that his fingers were inside of me, he immediately started curling them. I couldn’t believe how fast his fingers were going, I was suctioning so tight around him.

Sam dipped his head towards my other nipple and started mirroring Danny again. They worked me in perfect harmony.

We stayed like this for a few minutes, the noises filling up the room beautifully.

Danny brought his head up from my swollen nipple for a second, watching Sammy on my other one, suckling on it and making me go crazy.

Danny peppered light kisses up my neck and to my lips. He was lightly grinding his cock into my hips.

My hand trailed down to his hard on.

“You wanna see it?” He asked.

“Mhm” was all I could manage.

He paused from rubbing my clit and discarded his pants and briefs. Danny was big. Length and girth, pulsing for me. The tip glistened with a bit of his arousal.

I wrapped my hand around it, pumping him.

“Oh- fuck, Y/N…” He moaned into my neck, letting his head rest there. His hand went back to his original place on my clit.

We moaned each other’s names deliciously, & I felt close to my release.

Feeling like I was neglecting Sammy, I shifted my gaze towards him. He had his cock out in his free hand, pausing from fingering me and taking some of my wetness and pumping his cock with it.

“Fuck-“ I let out, he realized I saw what he did, letting my nipple pop out of his mouth and looking up at me, “Couldn’t help myself,” He said in a breathy laugh, letting out a light moan and returning his original hand back to my pussy. This time much faster and stronger.

I thought to myself that the only reason for Sammy’s stamina is purely from performing for hours on end. Most guys couldn’t finger a girl the way he was without taking a break.

My walls began to tighten around his digits, both Danny and Sam looking down at my pussy.

“Cmon, that’s it, I feel it, let it go, baby, cum for us. Our perfect little slut,” Sammy said in between his own moans, pumping his cock with more speed. My hand tightened around Danny’s, he groaned in return.

I felt my orgasm bubble in my chest, I was about to cum. My vision went blurry and I felt the release. I was screaming for both of them, as loud as I could. This had to have been the hardest I ever came, and they kept their actions the same. Rubbing and fucking me. My eyes clamped shut.

I let go on Danny’s dick, I began convulsing under them, tears stung my eyes. “Please stop, its too much, its too,” I said practically sobbing. My eyes still shut. I felt them stop and let out breathy laughs.

I opened my eyes and looked down at them, vision still blurry. They both looked at me in pure amazement, sloppily coming up to me to kiss my face lazily and tenderly. They were still sharing laugh’s amongst themselves.

“Wh-what?” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“You didn’t see- feel that?” Sam corrected himself.

“Y/N… You’re incredible” Danny added.

“What do you m- wait, what happened?” I realized how wet I felt, aside from the previous arousal and Danny’s spit. It was different.

I looked down to see Danny’s duvet completely soaked, water droplets splattered across my legs. Even on some of the guys torso’s, I’m assuming while they kept going, my release started going all over.

My face went red, not being able to believe what they made me do.

“Oh my god, Danny- Danny I’m so sorry.” I said quickly, a little ashamed at what I did, ruining his duvet.

“Y/N, I want you to do that anytime you can.” He joked with me. Both Sammy and I laughed. The interaction between the three of us made me happy I was doing this with them. We could go from pure lust to our usual friendship, I felt comfortable again remembering this. But I was still turned on, and remembered I had two men to please the way they pleased me.

“Okay, okay… Now it’s your turn…” I said bringing us back on track. I sat up shakily, my legs still weak from the events. I was still between them and on my knees facing them.

Sammy eagerly removed his pants and briefs, they were now both naked for me.

“C’mere” He said, putting a hand out for me. I straddled his hips, grinding my pussy onto his shaft. Not letting him in but letting him feel how soaked I was. Danny started pumping his cock, watching me tease his best friend. Sam was moaning my name, making me moan back. “The both of you are gonna feel me, don’t worry.” I gave him a light kiss, arms around his neck, I turned to Danny, putting my hand out to pull his face to mine, kissing his wet lips.

“You’re such a slut. So good for us.” He said huskily.

I moaned at the praise, grinding my clit onto Sam.

“She’s - ah- she’s being a little bad right now, not letting me in that sweet cunt of hers.” Sammy squeezed my ass. I smiled to myself, earning a smack on the ass from him.

“Think it’s just payback from before,” Danny replied, still stroking himself.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said innocently. Sam’s hand slid up my side, landing on the side of my face. “See, she’s a bad girl. Bet she likes getting fucked like one too.” Sam protested.

“Oh, was I tricked?” Danny asked, pausing his movements.

“Think she likes getting slapped around?” Sam asked cockily, feeling his dick twitch under me.

I nodded my head, biting my lip.

Sam smiled, he lightly smacked my cheek, making me moan out.

“Harder,” I said, still grinding on him.

He slapped my face harder this time, my face stung and I whimpered in delight. The pain was perfect. He rubbed my cheek a little “Oh, I knew it. You like it rough.”

“Yeah, I do” I moaned.

“I think one more will do her good.” Danny added.

“One more?” Sammy cooed.

“Hit me” I begged.

He hit the same cheek, making me moan again, the mix of pain and arousal made me grind into him deeper. His hand rubbed the spot one more time. This time he let his thumb into my mewling lips. I sucked around it instinctively as I rocked my hips deeper. I was so wet and he was so hard that he eventually slipped into my pussy. We both moaned in unison.

Sammy’s thumb popped out of my mouth. I reached over to Danny, taking his hand. I led it to my lips, he quickly knew what I was getting at. He dipped his fingers into my mouth, making me gag. Collecting my saliva, he worked it onto his shaft.

Some saliva was left on my chin, Sammy licked it, “You’ve gotta be the sexiest woman alive… Damn.”

Starting to crave Danny while watching him jerk himself, I slowed down my movements.

“I think it’s Danny’s turn, right?” I asked Sam politely, who agreed.

“Yeah, I think I wanna try that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“So greedy, aren’t you?” I purred.

Danny laughed, “To be fair, Sam’s talked about wanting this the most, I don’t mind sharing, baby.” He helped me off Sam.

“Kinda wanted to fuck you from behind, is that okay, my girl?” Danny was always so polite, I smiled in return.

Sammy propped up pillows behind himself, getting ready for my mouth. Danny got off the bed and came up from behind me, getting back on and lining himself up with my glistening cunt.

I arched my back for Danny, making sure he had perfect access and Sam had a great view.

I crawled between Sammy’s legs as I felt Danny’s hands on my hips. I felt him slide the tip, top to bottom, getting some of my juices to lubricate himself.

I stuck my tongue out, starting to lick the base of Sam, to the top.

“You ready, baby?” Danny asked. I looked up at Sam with doe-eyes. Asking him to relay the message.

“She’s ready,” He moaned.

Danny slammed into my hips the second I lowered myself onto Sam. I tasted myself on him.

I moaned around him while Danny fucked into me. He slapped my ass, moaning for me.

“Damn, you’re still fucking tight- even after all that with Sam?” He let out.

“She’s got the perfect cunt, right?” Sammy asked while holding my hair. I leaked out more from the praise.

“It’s so fucking good.” He said with each thrust going deeper.

I bobbed my head up and down, jerking him with my one hand. I gagged around Sam, surprised at how big he was for his size. He filled up my pussy so perfectly, I didn’t realize how comparable he was to Danny.

We continued our acts and moans filled the air.

I felt both Danny and Sam twitch in each ends of my body. I knew they were close. Sammy looked down at me, biting his lip.

Danny brought his hand to my clit, rubbing it vigorously. I was going to cum with them.

“Can we cum in you?” Sam asked politely, rubbing my cheek tenderly.

I moaned and nodded yes.

“Fuck, she’s so good.” Danny growled.

Sammy was the first to let go. Calling out for me, biting his lip and throwing his head back. His cum was delicious, I swallowed it eagerly, licking up any remaining arousal on his pulsing cock.

Danny fucked me faster, chasing his orgasm. He sped up his movements on my clit, knowing I could handle it.

I came faster than I thought, feeling my cum leak onto his balls that smacked against my ass. I called out for him, reaching for something to hold onto. Sammy let me hold his hand. He rubbed the hair out of my face, and looked me in my eyes lazily.

“Take him, baby. Cum for her, Danny, she’s dying for it.” Something about Sammy’s voice drove me insane, hearing him talk sweetly to me and full of lust. It was intoxicating.

Danny let out a strained moan, and I felt him cum deep inside of me. He removed himself and dragged my almost lifeless body next to Sam.

I held onto Sam, Danny held me from behind, and we all tried to catch our breath.

“Holy, fuck.” Danny breathed out

“Yeah.” Sam laughed, amazed.

We all basked in the smell of our sex and held onto one another.

“Well, I’m finally hungry.” I said trying to break the silence, which they both laughed and agreed.

We decided to go downstairs, them getting into their briefs, and Danny removed the duvet from his bed, know it desperately needed a wash.

I walked to Danny’s bathroom, cleaning up a bit.

Danny knocked on the door and I told him to let himself in. Like the gentleman he was, he had a fresh shirt picked for me with a pair of his boxers.

I smiled and changed into them, not minding that he was right there. Something about this felt really good. Usually after a hookup, I felt awkward but this was something else…

Danny told me to meet them in the kitchen where we’d ravish our meals and regain some of our strength that we lost.

I made it to the kitchen where the two seemed to be talking in hushed tones, unlike their usual loud voices.

“What’s going on?” I asked curiously. Sam was heating up my food on the stove and smiled, for the first time shyly. Danny looked at me with kind eyes.

“Can we… I don’t know… Do this often? Maybe not all the time, we still respect you as a person but… Y/N, that was kind of special to us… And not in a ‘I’ve always wanted to have a threesome’ kind of way… What do you think?” Danny said, hands in his sweatpants pockets.

Sammy smiled lightly and nodded.

I never pictured this happening, I never thought of myself as the kind of girl to be in a three way friends with benefits… But, I felt safe knowing it was with them.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this… But why not.” I smiled, they both came over to me, pulling me into a hug and kissing my face.

Not sure of how this would work, but I knew we’d be alright.

#sam kiszka #greta van fleet #greta van fleet smut #sam kiszka x reader #sammy kiszka #sammy kiszka smut #greta van fleet fic #fanfic #danny wagner #danny wagner fic #danny wagner smut #dan wagner smut #Cherry Flavored Smoke

[billlydear]

Can you do a billy Hargrove x reader and the reader kinda just gives off this : https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRqVRPgo/

Vibe but can you maybe do it as he sees her on his first day and just knows she’s different

SMOKE BREAK - BILLY HARGROVE X READER

W.C 612 - INBOX (please request) - GIF CREDIT TO OWNER

Every single cheerleader at Hawkins High looks like a cookie-cutter mold to Billy. Perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect shoes, perfect boyfriend, perfect life. Looking at them is like looking at a row of dolls in a store, each packaged properly and unattainable to any passersby.

It isn't until he catches you smoking behind the gym that he takes notice of other details: one of your white shoelaces is singed, blackened from what he assumes is a cigarette burn. There's a loose string on your skirt, and your cardigan is slipping off of your shoulder. There's a stain in the white fabric of your top, a deep red like wine.

He'd already been fumbling with his pack of cigarettes when he'd stepped out of the gym but he freezes for a second when he sees you, eyes flitting over your lit smoke.

You loll your head lazily to the side and it showcases a sticker on your cheek, a purple star. You glance down at the cig between his fingers, "Need a light?"

He wordlessly offers the cigarette to you, watching as you dig through your handbag. You pull out a pink, glittery zippo, and a flame bursts to life where your primly manicured nails pry at the wheel.

"Thanks," He murmurs and side-eyes you while you put the lighter back. There's a tube of lipstick in your bag, right next to a dime bag.

"Shouldn't you be in there with the basketball team?"

Your foot is propped up against the brick behind you, and you stare up at him with a raised eyebrow that's perfectly shaped.

"Shouldn't you be in there with the cheerleaders?"

You scoff and it yields a puff of smoke. "They won't notice I'm gone."

"Yeah, well, neither will the basketball team."

"That's 'cause you're new," You blow out your lungful of smoke less aggressive this time, "The cheerleaders just don't like me."

"Yeah," Billy snorts, "I bet your burnt shoelace ruins that picture-perfect thing they've got going on there. And the weed smell."

You shove at his shoulder, and he's surprised when it knocks him slightly off balance.

"Jesus," He hisses, rubbing at the sore spot through his leather jacket, "You've got an arm on you, sweetheart."

You hum, "And a knife. So mention the weed again and I'll cut the tires on that Camaro of yours."

"A knife? What are you, fucking crazy?" Billy slides away from you against the wall, staring at you indignantly.

"Just prepared." You delve into your bag and retrieve the lipstick tube, digging your thumb into the bottom to reveal a blade that pops up instead of makeup.

"Shit," Billy breathes, "I pity the next guy to lose a hand after he sticks it up your tiny little skirt."

“A hand won’t be the only thing he loses,” You vow, your sweet voice muffled by the cig in your mouth, “Tell your friend Tommy that if he tries it again he’ll never reproduce.”

Your snark draws a laugh from Billy that he almost regrets, because he doesn’t want you to know he isn’t on the greatest terms with Tommy. But he can’t deny that the other boy is audacious to say the least.

“Will do.” He promises, hearing a rousing shout from the crowd that probably means he’s supposed to be getting back, “That’s my cue. Don’t get caught.” He stomps on his cig, “And if you do, don’t tell ‘em I was here. Or that I'll be out in twenty minutes for another smoke. See you then?”

“See ‘ya.”

Your eyes trail him as he turns on his heels and ducks back into the gym, a soft smirk curling over your lips as his scent lingers around you where he stood.

#billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove oneshot #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove x y/n #Billy Hargrove x you #billy Hargrove hcs #billy Hargrove blurb #billy Hargrove drabble #↳ ❝ { pandora's art } ¡! ❞ #billy hargrove

[pinkrifle]

Hello!! It's me again, I love thinking about what it's like to be a big sibling to the boys, so.. What do you think it would be like to be Stan and Shelly's big sibling? Like being a comfort person to both of them, being able to calm Shelly down when she needs it.. I love thinking about that...🫠

- 🩷🩷

— being stan/shelly’s big sibling!!

cws/tw’s: none?

a/n: I LOVE STAN AND SHELLY THIS ASK IS SO REAL THANK UU !! i feel like i’m the ceo of big sibling hc’s for south park 😙🔥.. (which i have no problem being 🤞) and i do have a little bit of writers block so excuse the duration of time i’m posting these at :( thanks for your patience!

misc. notes: reader is g/n, writing is in hc’s since non specified,,, kevlly will be in purple text, and uhh thassit:3

your probably randy and sharon’s last fave, hence being the oldest. which kinda drives you crazy but it makes shelly feel a little bit better about herself!!

if wendy ever breaks up with stan (for the 500th time) you always welcome him into ur room to sob and have multiple amounts of ice cream 🤭 if shelly makes fun of him for crying you give her that 😐 look and she backs off.

when stan get’s the spooky fish and dead ppl start appearing in his room you are the first to help him and hug/cuddle him when needed 💔 your also the first to dig into aunt flo’s purse and find the adress of the pet store.

you love when kyle and kenny come over!!! not much cartman,,, you make all sorts of activities to do when kyle and kenny come over and you make it a little less fun when eric comes 😙… stan does get embarrassed your hanging out with his friends and he tells you to shoo

you do worry for stan when he hangs out with cartman incase cartman gets him or manipulates him into something terrible.

during shelly’s outbursts you always take her in maybe like the bathroom or her room just to calm her down and let her cry on your shoulder or yell at you, just wanting the best for your little sister &lt;3

you do also treat her to ice cream since her braces do tend to hurt when she yells alot and you clean the spit off of her chest/shirt

when u and shelly were kids you wanted a pet pony so bad….. and when stan was born you guys tricked him into begging randy and sharon for a pony, your parents didn’t think it was that funny as you guys did 🤭

definitely give stan a bunch of advice on girls, boys, etc, if randy ever starts genuinely being a bad parent to you guys you’ll always spend as much time as you can with your little siblings.

if you guys ever were to get allowance you would divide yours amongst all 3 of you just to give them some extra, they are forever grateful (stan is jumping all over the place)

whenever shelly or stan get in trouble you always sneak up to them and try to talk to them if their upset, and you try to distract sharon/trick her into getting them out of trouble. you always keep them out of trouble anyways

when you babysit them it’s A RIOT, shelly screaming at stan, stan screaming at shelly, you end up just yelling at the both of them to stfu and sit down 😕 and that one time where shelly throws cartman against the wall while she’s babysitting him, you help him up (and slightly giggle,,,)

helping at tegridy farms when your siblings don’t wanna/can’t do it anymore, your still the least favorite child but with some dignity lol. (u definitely have tried some weed before and shelly n stan have smelled it on u, giving you a wtf look 😭)

always teasing them because your in higher grades than them, but u always help with their homework since you should already know it !!

if you and stan get into a fight he’s always the one apologizing (still upset but like, how upset could this guy be if u bring him dr pepper) and embarrassed the next morning. you forget about the fight and he takes a sigh of relief.

if you and shelly get into a fight, your always the first apologizing because she’s so damn stubborn. she tells you “whatever, it’s fine” and sends you out of her room, definitely acts like you didn’t even talk the next morning and gets all buddy buddy with you

whenever they wanna hang out with their friends, sharon tells you to walk/drive/watch them, it irritates all 3 of you because you just wanna relax, stan wants some alone time with his buddies (and not to get ripped on) and shelly thinks that she’s 13 so she’s old enough to be out by herself >:(

for my kevlly ppl (cuz i know i am <3) , when shelly brings kevin over your on cloud 9!! how could your sister, a meanie poo bag such an amazing guy? regardless, your happy for her and always bug the two of them, much to their dismay.

always “accidentally” walking into their room before a private moment and getting so happy when shelly tells everyone she and kevin had their first kiss 😙

you make them matching bracelets and they “hate it” (THEY DONT. ABSOLUTELY KEEP MAKING MATCHING STUFF FOR THEM 🤭🤭🤭)

a/n: I HAD SM FUN WRITING THIS WOOHOO!!! i thought i would be slacking off but no i think this is a pretty decent length!! :) i hope you enjoyed this and if you want something more complex then don’t be afraid to ask! keep requesting yo i love it

#（✿ ◞◟）🫧 marj writes! ﹒ #stan marsh #shelly marsh #stan marsh x reader #shelly marsh x reader #south park #south park x reader #south park x reader platonic

[dameronology]

timing's a bitch [s.h] - 4/5

s u m m e r '8 6

"you can call me if there's anything you need, anything but me" - anything but me, huna (x)

“if you have chemistry, you only need one other thing…timing. but timing is a bitch” - how i met your mother

a.k.a the three times that steve harrington chose the wrong moment, the one time that you chose the wrong moment, and the one time you both got it right (series masterlist)

warnings: mentions of weed, language

Waiting for Eddie Munson in the rain at 7AM on a Tuesday morning was your own idea of hell. Stood under the bus stop with your arms folded across your chest and a face like thunder, you couldn’t help but wish he would be on time for once in his godforsaken life. And it was ironic, because Eddie’s driving was anything but slow and safe. You’d seen him launch his van around corners. Hell, if it had wings he could have picked up enough speed to go airborne and fly you to the otherside of Hawkins. Would you have trusted him? Fuck no. But had Steve been away the entire weekend with his girlfriend even though he’d promised to give you a lift that morning? Fuck yes. 

Transferring to Hawkins Community College hadn’t been all that bad. You could still carry on with your degree, but you were closer to home and New York was no longer bleeding your bank dry. It had been six months since you’d moved back - and six months since that day at the lake - and Steve’s presence in your life was…erratic. When you were together, it was just like old times. His new girlfriend was a blessing in disguise because that pressure that had put you both to breaking point ever since his confession back in the fall had gone. Then you could go days, even weeks, without seeing him. 

Was that normal in a relationship? Maybe. Did you like it? No. 

Of course, you would never say anything to him. For fear of being unreasonable or worse, of being jealous, you bit your tongue. Even though every missed call and sorry I’m running late, I was with her was pushing you closer to snapping bit by fucking bit. All you could do was take a deep breath, smile and hope that Steve would soon see some sense and dump her. He had no logical reason to; she was lovely and sweet and hell even you couldn’t deny the ass on that but…she wasn’t you. And really, that was quite annoying. 

Eddie finally screeched around the corner just after 7:15. With Metallica blaring from his speakers, you dove across the road and into the passengers seat. The entire van smelt like week; not recent weed, but old weed. Probably the residue from last night, when you’d again been in the van. Smoking with him had become your favourite past time in Steve’s absence; obviously no-one could ever replace him but Eddie’s company was always fun. He was bright and funny, like a breath of Class B fresh air. 

It was also just a stroke of luck that you guys had the same class this morning.

“Morning, sunshine,” he greeted you. “Sorry I’m late. I don’t have an excuse, I just slept through my alarm.”

You gave him a smile, though it was paired with an eye roll. “I appreciate your blunt honesty, as always.”

“Haha, blunt honesty,” Eddie winked at you. “Get it…blunt. C’mon, that’s funny! Why aren’t you laughing? Why are you sad?”

“I’m not sad!” you shot back. “It’s 7am and it’s raining, that’s all-”

“- you’re a bad liar,” he cut you off. “I know that Steve normally picks you up on Tuesdays because he does the early shift at the store. What did he ditch you for? Or should I say who?”

“Eds, if you already know when why are you making me go through the pain of explaining it?”

“Sorry,” Eddie grimaced. “Also sorry that he ditched you. That really does suck.”

“I don’t need sympathy,” you shrugged. “We’re still best friends, okay? He just has less room in his life now that he’s got a girlfriend and it’s fine.”

“Your tone says otherwise.”

“OF COURSE IT’S NOT FUCKING FINE!” you bellowed. Eddie looked at you with wide eyes, though he did also offer a look of sympathy. 

“THAT’S RIGHT!” he joined in on the yelling. “LET IT OUT! YELL!”

“FUCK YEAH!” you shouted. “FUCK STEVE HARRINGTON!”

“FUCK STEVE HARRINGTON!”

The van screeched to a halt outside the front of the college. Eddie killed off the engine and looked back over at you, giving you a smile. He really had been your saving grace the last few months. Plus, it was nice to see him back on his feet and taking a proper crack at education. None of you had left Hawkins High unscathed but hell, he certainly bore the scares. 

Jogging round the other side of the van to join Eddie, you began to make your way inside. He flung an arm over your shoulders and gave your your forearm a little rub, as if to say smile. 

“Hey, cheer up,” he said. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Moping,” you muttered.

“Me and Robin were gonna go to the arcade. Want to come there and mope?”

You gave him a smile. “Yeah, sounds good.”

“She said she might bring some of her friends too.”

“Right, Eds - you know Robin only has one friend, right?”

“Me?”

“No, you fool. Steve!”

“Oh, okay. So you wanna come to the arcade with me, Robin, Steve and…probably his girlfriend?”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course.”

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By the time you got to the arcade that evening, the rain had stopped. 

Steve’s car was already parked outside and to your surprise, he was leant against the wall outside by himself. Where was his girlfriend? And more to the point, why hadn’t he called you if he was free? You took a deep breath, shoving down the thousands of questions that were beginning to rot your brain. All this had made you miss the days when you had no questions or queries or fucking anything about your friendship. Steve was just there and you knew. Through thick and thin, you knew. And now things were so thin that they were practically transparent and he was barely showing up.

Robin, who was sat between you and Eddie in the van, was the first to pipe up on his presence. 

“Well, it’s strange to see Han without Leia, right?”

“Hey!” you exclaimed. “Wouldn’t I be Leia?”

“Actually, based on the equation of him being Han Solo and you being his best friend, you would be…”

“Please don’t say it,” you murmured. 

“I’m not gonna say it,” she chimed in. 

“Chewbacca!”

You glanced over at Eddie. “Thanks, man.”

“Anytime, Chewie.”

You were half away across the road before the other two were even out the van. In all honesty, you hadn’t given much thought as to how you were going to greet Steve. Hell, you never imagined a scenario where you thought you would have to. Overthinking interactions with your dearest friend was awful. 

Steve had forced you into a hug before you had the chance to say anything. He clung on a little too tight for your liking; probably a sign that he missed you but hadn’t the ball been in his court the entire time? It felt in recent weeks like he’d deflated said ball but…here he was. On a Tuesday, on his own and taking you in his arms. Just how it should have been. 

“Hey, stranger,” you greeted him. “How are you?” 

“Yeah, not bad,” he gave you a smile. “It’s good to see you. I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Me neither, til Eddie invited me,” you replied. “I didn’t know you were free tonight.”

“I wasn’t. I had plans but my girl got that bug that’s going round and I didn’t want to drag her out.”

My girl. Hah. Fuck. Honestly, you would have been grateful for Steve to point out the nearest bridge because you were ready to jump now.

“Oh, yeah,” your face faltered a little. “My mum had that last week.”

Eddie and Robin had reached you by that point, so your conversation was disrupted. You felt for Robin, because she saw even less of Steve than you did now. Maybe that’s why she, you and Hawkin’s geekiest metalhead had morphed into some kind of weird trio. 

There was small talk amongst the four of you as you headed inside. Everyone went in their natural order; Eddie to the Pac-Man table, Robin to the Donkey Kong machine and Steve wrestling you to the Dance Dance Revolution section on the other side. Was he seriously going to pretend like everything was okay? How he could -

Ah, right. He couldn’t have known things weren’t okay because you hadn’t  fucking told him. In Steve’s mind, he hadn’t done a single thing wrong and god, it was a mind you envied. He probably didn’t spend hours overthinking or pondering events that hadn’t even happened. He’d probably be interested to know that your stupid brain had spent thousands of hours basically writing a screenplay that detailed the end of your friendship. And the screenplay that saw you fall in love, and the one where you got married and…okay. Enough. You had to talk to him.

“Steve!” you wrenched your arm away from his grip. “Steve. We need to talk.”

His brow furrowed. “Oh?”

“In private,” you glanced around, eyes landing on the janitor’s closet across the arcade. “In there?”

“You want to talk…in the janitor’s closet?”

“Yeah,” you murmured. “Please?”

He sighed. “Fine.”

It was weird. You knew it was weird but there was no way in hell you were about to have this conversation in earshot of every person in the arcade. It was hard enough to have it with just you and Steve.

You opened the door, almost tripping over a mop as you went in. Steve quickly reached out to grab you; he steadied you, holding you in front of him with that stupid, stupid concerned look of his. The one that he’d always had whenever you tripped over in elementary school or forgot your lunch in junior year. It was his you look and you fucking loved it. 

“What did you want to say?”

“Right, here goes,” you murmured. “I’m gonna try not to get angry but…I am angry, Steve. I’m angry and I’m hurt and I need you to just listen for a minute, okay?”

He looked concerned, but nodded all the same. “Yeah, okay.”

“I get you’re in a relationship now,” you began. “I’m happy for you and everything I’m about to say has not come from a place of jealousy or wishing that I were her. I missed my chance with you and I understand but Jesus fucking Christ, I feel like you’ve forgotten about me.”

“I haven’t forgotten about you-”

“- let me finish,” you cut him off. “You have, Steve. This isn’t a matter of opinion or me asking for your input. It’s me telling you, okay? And like I said, I get you’re with someone now and naturally, I’ll see you less but it feels like you’ve gone one step further and iced me out completely.”

“I-”

“- not yet!” you snapped. “I was your best friend for fourteen years, remember? I was your Chewie-”

“- my what?”

“Nevermind,” you quickly murmured. “What I’m saying is…ice me out if you want. Cut me out and pretend like I don’t exist but hell, Steve. At least have the decency to tell me.”

Steve opened his mouth, as if he were about to say something, when the pager on his trousers started beeping.

“Shit, it’s my mum,” he said. “She never beeps. I have to call her-”

“- yeah, go,” you pointed at the door. “We’ll finish this later.”

“Just…” Steve paused for a moment and took your hand. “I’m not icing you out, okay? I want you in my life. I promise we’ll talk more when I’ve dealt with this.”

Opening the door, he lead you out the closet.

Now, you didn’t believe in divine intervention. You did, however, believe in bad timing. How couldn’t you after the last year? Irrelevancy aside, timing hadn’t done you any favours and now wasn’t any different. You weren’t sure what the chances of Steve’s girlfriend deciding to turn up at the last minute were, and you were even less sure of what the chances of her seeing you and her boyfriend leaving a janitor’s closet hand-in-hand were. Either way, the stars had aligned. 

You caught her eye first, and then Steve. She was stood between Robin and Eddie, mouth forming an O shape.

Now, this really wasn’t a moment you had ever prepared for. It wasn’t a topic that was covered much in cheesy ten shows and even less in magazines. Still, it felt right for Steve to talk first, so you let go of his hand and shoved him forward a little bit. 

“Talk, idiot.”

“Hey, hi!” Steve suddenly jumped to life. “This…this is not what it looks like. We were not fucking in the closet.”

You looked at him with wide eyes. “Jesus Christ, Harrington!”

“No, I mean…shit,” he continued. He took a step towards his girlfriend, and she replied in turn by taking one back. “We were just talking, okay? We had some stuff to discuss and…my god, why am I even explaining this?”

“Because you just stepped out of a janitors closet with your best friend!” she snapped. “Who I know you’ve fucked!”

“Y’know, that I can understand,” he said. “I will absolutely give you that. But I swear you don’t need to worry. Everyone knows that I love (name) - no, shit, wait-”

“- what?!”

You, Eddie, Robin and the dearly beloved girl all managed to chime in time with one another. 

“You!” Steve continued. Oh dear god. You could have chimed in but nothing anyone could say would have helped. “I love you.”

“You being me…” his girlfriend began, then her eyes landed on you. “Or them?”

He glanced between the two of you. “I really need to call my mum.”

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Changes Part 2- Tension and Want- Steddie X Reader

A/N-This is a heavy Steve and Eddie chapter so eatup yall.

Pure an cute poly content coming soon

If you haven't read part one I suggest you do.

You can find it here.

Warnings- Angst, fighting, pining Steve and Eddie having deep gay feelings for eachother, kissing, weed? My page is not for minors get out

REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

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Steve ran his fingers through his hair while he sat on your couch, he had been too afraid to leave you alone so he and Robin had been taking shifts staying with you while the other ran the video store.

“What am I going to do?” He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands

“Go talk to her, dummy.” Robin chuckled, playfully punching his shoulder. “I know that's a crazy concept for a white guy but she is hurting, and I think that right now (Y/N) just needs a friend.” She shrugged. “But what do I know?” 

“Yeah…” Steve slumped in the chair, sighing. “I think you might be right, Robin.” Steve mumbled, rolling his eyes when he glanced over to see Robin’s toothy grin. 

“I always am!” She laughed.

Steve was haunted when he found you, the image of it made his head spin like a top. He hated to see you in danger or unhappy. 

Steve knew he would have to lock his feelings away, for your sake. 

For now, at least.

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“You and me, we are finished.”

Those words played in your head over and over again, the sickening pain washing over your already worn and tired body. Eddie’s words haunted you, you knew it was ridiculous but you loved him, truly and absolutely, his flaws, his rough edges. 

The nightmares were the worst part, Eddie leaving you, over and over again, the words echoing like a megaphone blaring right into your ears.

 Oftentimes you would wake yourself up by the choked sobs you spat out. 

Steve hadn’t allowed you to drink anymore as he was terrified you would disappear again, that night and the days that followed while Steve and Robin sobered you up. 

He had a feeling Eddie would be at the Kissing Rock, he was extremely pissed already and trekking through the rain was NOT on his list of things he wanted to do today. 

His anger sparked when he turned the corner of the tree and saw Eddie, leaning against the rock while he took a drag from him blunt.

“What are you doing, man?” Steve chuckled darkly, clenching his fists. 

Eddie was surprised at first, his bandaged hand sending a jolt of electricity through Steve. 

Had he been the one who broke a hole in the wall?

 Now that pissed Steve off. The idea of you, cowering and trembling in fear. It made his blood run boiling hot.

“Get out of here, Harrington.” Eddie shot him a look, eyes puffy with purple circles underneath before he went back to rolling a joining with trembling hands.

“You are acting like such a selfish asshole, you know that?” Steve snapped, shaking his finger at him like a fed-up mother as he walked towards Eddie, his anger stirring like ripples of water. 

“I am not gonna tell you again, Harrington,”  Eddie stood, eyes red and pupils completely blown. 

”Get the fuck out of here.”

For a moment Steve considered throwing in the towel, maybe it wasn’t worth it and he was just making it worse. At that thought he remembered you, at home, probably still in bed, eyes puffy and red, soft muffled sobs leaking through the walls.

Steve hadn’t meant to but the walls in your apartment were thin and the muffled sobs he heard were unavoidable.  Your big glossy eyes looking up at him apologetically when he would rush in to check on you when you would scream, the nightmares making you pale and shaken.

More than anything Steve wanted to offer you comfort, he wanted to hold you, comfort you and smell the vanilla shampoo you always used, to press his lips to yours, and to feel your skin under his palm.

Most of all he wanted to be able to fill the gap in your heart, he wanted more than anything to be what you needed. 

Fuck.

Those fucking eyes were burned into his head, they would be his downfall.

“I’m not leaving here, at least not until you agree to go and talk to (Y/N), she is hurting! She won’t eat, or go to work or read her favorite books.” Steve rambled, trying to push that image of you deep down. He couldn’t allow his feelings to ruin anything else for you.

 “You broke her heart.” He spat the words out like venom.

“Shut up!” Eddie growled, turning towards him. “If you keep talking, I will mess up that pretty fucking face of yours.” With each word Eddie spoke he stalked towards Steve until he had him pressed against the bent twisted tree behind him.

“Is that why she’s crying so much? When she argued with you, told you that you were being delusional, did you threaten to hit her?” Steve mumbled, the two holding an intense gaze. “I saw the wall, your hand. Did you fucking hit her?” Steve chuckled darkly. 

That was all it took, Eddie chuckled for a moment before swinging the first punch, knocking Steve back, the breath being knocked from his lungs when his back collided with the tree and he slid down it.

“You’re funny, Harrington. I will give ya’ that.” Eddie laughed a forced cracked dry laugh, his eyes brimming with tears. “I love her more than anything. I love her more than myself, if she asked I would take a knife and slit my own throat.” Eddie leaned down, grabbing Steve by the neck while he straddled him. “I wouldn’t hurt her, ever.” 

“You left her alone for a month. She was worried sick, she IS worried sick. You have already hurt her.” Steve growled, lunging forward to collide his fist with Eddie’s jaw, the impact knocking Eddie flat in the dirt while Steve dragged himself up, using the tree behind him for extra support.

“I found her walking down the street, in the rain, without any shoes on!” Steve dropped down to straddle Eddie, swinging a punch that knocked Eddie’s head back, trickles of blood scattering over the dirt.

“That's why I need to leave her.” Eddie grumbled, tears burning at the edges of his eyes as pain burned over his entire face. “I love her, same as you, but I also know that I am nothing but shit, and she is perfect-a goddess…a princess. I can’t compete with you.” Eddie admitted awkwardly, Steve’s cheeks flushing over a light pink. 

There was silence for a moment, the two breathing heavily, eyes connecting and in that moment Eddie could feel all the oxygen get sucked out of his lungs, his head spinning for a moment at the closeness. 

This was all so confusing, he loved you, he wanted you…but he also wanted...

“Steve?” Eddie mumbled, jaw tightening and before Steve could respond he leaned forward quickly, taking Steve’s face in his hands before connecting their lips. Steve’s stubble tickled Eddie’s chin but he could feel warmth spread over him, the kiss was deep and hot.

Steve’s eyes were wide for a moment before leaning into it, tilting his head back so Eddie could infiltrate his mouth, their tongues fighting over dominance for a moment.

They both pulled away, a string of drool from their lips as they panted, foreheads pressed together.

“I don’t understand, I thought you loved (Y/N)?” Steve asked, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Of course I do. But I…well I guess it's hard to explain but, I want you both.” He said finally.

It was sure to be a very interesting drive back.

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💌 with peter getting a chain and it’s hot maybe nsfw (totally not inspired by that video of tom)

nsfw ahead! minors dni <3

no fr. like everyone’s coming over to pregame at yours and peter’s the first to show up, obviously, because he’s a loser with a huge crush on you and was the only one to respond to your text in the groupchat asking if someone can come by with chasers.

when you open the door, your jaw nearly drops when you notice the thin silver chain hanging over the neck of his fitted black t-shirt. 

“what is that?” you raise an eyebrow, and he blushes at how close you are to him as you roll the chain between your fingers.

“uh, it’s a chain.”

“since when do you wear jewelry?”

“since aunt may converted to all gold and didn’t want this anymore,” peter shrugs, walking past you to set down the grocery bags on your kitchen table. “i got orange juice and coke.”

“oh, you have coke? okay, fezco,” you tease, knowing full well peter is nearly straight edge if it weren’t for your tendency to force him to drink at your parties. peter rolls his eyes at your comment, smirking. it’s the smallest gesture but it makes your heart flutter in a way that it hasn’t before when you’ve been around the boy. he looks almost... cocky.

peter parker is a nerd. it’s what you like to tease him about even though it’s probably getting old as a joke, but you do whatever you can to help him gain more confidence as you’ve gotten closer as friends. this included dragging him to thrift stores, messing up his hair to bring out his curls, and accompanying him in trying (a little bit of) weed so he can relax for once in his life.

but as more of your friends start to flood into your apartment, the more you notice peter’s little mannerisms and how they feel... different. it can’t be just because of the stupid chain. though you’re realizing that you can’t stop staring at it and the way it sits at the base of his neck. 

you’ve downed enough screwdrivers to feel the blood rushing to your head, so you stumble onto your couch and accidentally join in on a game of truth or dare slash spin the bottle, because harry insisted on playing but ned insisted on having the option to not kiss people.

“y/n, it’s all you,” mj says.

“huh?” you blink up to everyone watching you. “dude, i can’t play. if i kiss anyone tonight i’m just gonna drag ‘em straight to my room.”

you lock eyes with peter briefly right after your comment and you see a slight roseate flush on his cheeks. you wonder if it’s because he’s just as drunk as you.

“all the more reason, you little whore,” harry teases.

“shut up,” you snort, shoving him on the arm. “give me a dare or something.”

“okay. i dare you to kiss whoever the bottle lands on. and then take them to your room,” harry grins.

you shrug nonchalantly. you’d already had a short-lived fling with harry, and anyone else in the room you’d kiss and probably roll a joint with in your room. you imagine the scenarios in your head as you spin the empty wine bottle, faces shifting in your mind, but they all seem to turn into one face.

peter’s. who also happens to be the chosen one by the bottle.

the whole circle starts to hoot as you roll your eyes at their expense. you’re too drunk to be this nervous. since when are you ever nervous? you decide to make it quick, pulling him by the chain closer to you as you kiss him gently.

harry boos loudly. “c’monnnnn, you can do better than that, disney channel!”

peter doesn’t know what hits him, but he kisses you again, but with more passion. your eyelashes flutter in surprise when his mouth is against yours again. his tongue peeks out to touch your bottom lip and you feel warmer than ever. your friends cheer.

“thanks for the show, you sluts,” harry sneers. “now go, shoo.”

without exchanging a word, peter gets up and walks to your room as you follow. you grimace at the feeling of mj slapping your ass as you walk away, but she flashes you a cheeky grin.

“we don’t have to do anything,” you disclaim right when you’re able to close your bedroom door.

“oh,” peter nods, trying not to let the disappointment show on his face. “okay.”

“unless, you, like, want to. but i don’t wanna make things weird.”

“right--”

“but also, we just made out, so i guess it wouldn’t be, um, that weird. i guess,” you stammer. 

peter narrows his eyes at you with a smile. you keep blinking haphazardly like something’s in your eye. you still feel dazed from the kiss, even moreso at the sight of him casually sitting on your bed. wearing that stupid goddamn chain.

“you okay?”

“yeah. yes! i just feel insecure about how messy my room is now,” you lie.

“looks fine to me.”

“thanks,” you reply sheepishly. the two of you sit on your bed in silence. god, this is so fucking awkward.

“y/n, i--”

“canikissyou?”

“what?”

“what?”

“i was going to say that i like you.”

your heart is fucking pounding.

“and i was going to ask if i could kiss you.”

“i would say yes.”

with a grin, you lock mouths again, this time with as much eagerness as possible as you climb into his lap. he kisses you down to your collarbone while his hands drift to your hips and you subconsciously rock your lower half towards him. 

it’s like kissing him is making you even drunker. you pull him by the shoulders so that he’s on top of you, and for a second, he pulls away just to look at you and your blissed out face.

“you’re so fucking pretty.”

“you’re prettier,” you grin. the way his chain hangs over you makes you feel fucking insane. 

within minutes, the both of you have managed to discard most of your clothes. peter’s hand rubs your thigh as he kisses you, nibbles on your neck and grins when he hears your tiny kitten moans. slowly, his fingers graze over the front of your underwear and his eyes widen just a bit when he feels how wet you are. you grab his hand yourself to shove down your panties out of impatience, and when he starts to cooperate and rub your bud gently, you have to bite your lip to suppress your moans. 

“this okay?” he whispers.

“mhm,” you murmur dreamily. 

his mouth is slack as he watches you come undone for him. meanwhile, you can’t keep your eyes off him either, how he’s hovering over you and breathing just as heavily at the sight of you grinding up into his hand. his chain bounces as he breathes and it makes you wetter by the second.

the more you whine in little whispers just for him to hear, the wider his lovesick smile gets. 

soon enough, you feel it, the way his fingers cradle themselves into the sweet spot in your cunt. if your orgasm feels this good, you can only imagine how good his cock would feel buried inside of you.

“‘m cumming,” you whimper. he covers your mouth with his hand and the sudden dominance excites you. 

“shh,” he coos into your ear as you tremble through your high. “that’s it. that’s a good girl.”

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 Jealousy Jealousy. (R.B x fem!reader)

About: You and Robin have been best friends since you guys were in diapers. But you started having a small crush on her. It feels so wrong but so good at the same time…

Characters: Robin, Y/N, Steve, Nancy, Eddie.

WARNINGS: Swearing, Jealous!fem!reader, clueless!Robin, fear of rejection, Vikie being a slight bitch to Y/N, Robin going into protective mode for Y/N, not proof read, prob misspelling. (That's it i think)

A/N: Ok… So i love Robin/Maya Hawke and she was the reason i love girls lol, but i started brainstorming shit, and i came up with a reader who is jealous of Vikie. And i love turning good characters into assholes/prissy bitches sooo…. enjoy lmao.

1,575 words. 

(BEFORE YALL TELL ME TO GIVE CREDS FOR THE GIF, THIS IS MY GIF!)

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“Hey Y/N, can you take my shift? I have to go do something.” Robin asks you. “Uh, where the hell is steve? I’m running his shift too. Rob, i dont know if I can run both of y’alls shifts. That's difficult…” you tell her. “I’ll call Steve, but please Y/N?! Vikie asked me out! And I don't wanna miss it.” She pleads. “Fine…” you finally give up. “You’re the best!” she yells as she runs out the door. You don’t know why, but you feel kind of…Jealous? As you’re lost in thought, Steve walks through the door. “Hey Y/N, Where's Robin?” he asks. “Hm?” you look up, “oh. She went on a date with Vikie.” you tell him. You accidentally said Vikie’s name with a weird tone in your voice, that Steve of course noticed. “And you’re not okay with it?” he questioned. “What? Of course i'm okay with it, she’s my best friend” you defend yourself. “Yeah right, I heard that tone when you said Vikei’s name. Why don’t you like Vikie?” Steve asked. “It’s not that I don’t like her, it’s the fact that- nevermind…” you quickly stop yourself. “No! No, you tell me what’s going on.” Steve pushes. “Fine! I have a crush on Robin! I’ve had a crush on her since we were 12, my crush on her has gotten worse! But I can't do anything about it! Y’know why?! Because I'm her best friend, and I'll always be her best friend and nothing more.” you tell Steve, and he looks shocked. “Well… Talk to her about it. Maybe she feels the same.” He suggests. “Doesn’t she tell you everything?” you ask, and he nods. “Can you ask her if she would ever date me? ONLY if she and Vikie arent dating. Please?” you beg. “Okay.” He says. Right after yours and Steve’s conversation, Robin comes into the store happy. Oh no… you think. “She wants another date!!” Robin says excitedly. “Oh..” you say, it’s all you can think of to say. “WE’RE happy for you Robin.” Steve said, with extra emphasis on the we’re. “Y/N? Are you okay? You look sick.” Robin asks, concerned.”y-yeah, im fine i just had bad food today…”  the lie slips off your tongue. “Okay… well go home and get some rest, yeah?” Robin suggests and Steve agrees. “Yeah, that's a good idea.” you say.You tell them bye and leave. 

As soon as you get home you start tearing up, why me?! You think. This feels like torture. You call Eddie to see if you can get some weed from him, “Why do you need it?” he asks. “It’s not important. Just give it to me please.” you tell him. “I usually charge $50, but since we’re friends, and you seem to really need it, I'll charge $25.” He tells you. “Thanks…” you tell him. After you took the weed and told Eddie goodbye, you went home and layed down.  

You fell asleep on your bed, and you were sleeping well until your phone started ringing. “Hello?” you ask tiredly. “Hi!” It’s Robin… “Hey Rob, what’s up?” you ask. “So, I was wondering if you’d wanna come to movie night tonight?”  she asked. “Uh- yeah, of course. What time?” you asked back. “Uhhhh. Hold on.” she says. “Dingus said it’s at 7:00. Don’t be late!” she said with a lot of energy before hanging up. You look down at your watch, the clock says 6:30. Shit you think. It’s a movie night, I need something comfy… You think, so you pick out a grey-ish green hoodie that Robin gave you 3 years ago for your 15th birthday, black leggings, and boots. You put your hair in a messy bun, and left. 

You got to Steve's house around 7:10, but they didn’t care. As soon as you walked in, you saw Vikie and Robin sitting next to each other, go figure, so you went into the kitchen to make popcorn. To forget about your jealousy against Vikie, you counted how many times you heard a pop. At the 13th pop, you heard someone clear their throat, so naturally you turned around, and in the doorway was Steve. “So…uh did you talk to-'' he pauses, nodding his head toward the room Vikie and Robin were in. “No, I haven't. And I can't!” You whisper-yell at him. “Why not?!” he whisper-yells back. “Vikie is in there! I can’t do that to vikie or robin!!” you say quietly. “Fine.” He finally gives up. “Thank you!” you say and walk out of the kitchen and into the living room. 

You sit next to Vikie, since Steve is sitting by Robin, and wait for Steve to start the movie. “So…Y/N, right?” Vikie asked. “Uh, yeah.” you answer, giving her a slight smile. “Robin talks about you. You guys are best friends, yeah?” She keeps asking questions. “Yes, yes we are. Is that an issue??” you ask. Vikie looks at Robin for a second, “No. Not at all.” She smiles. Then she leans in and whispers, “Don’t try anything. I heard you and Harrington in the kitchen. She’s mine and I’ve waited years for her, you’re not gonna take her away or I swear to god I’ll-” she got cut off by Robin asking if she was ok. Vikie nodded, and glanced back at you with an evil eye. You suddenly felt unnerved, and threatened. “I- I got to go to the bathroom.” You announce and stand up quickly. “Do you want me to pause the movie or-” Steve starts to say but you cut him off, “Nope! Keep it on. I don’t wanna make y’all wait a while…” you say as you run down to the bathroom and lock the door. 

A couple minutes later, you heard a knock on the door. “Knock knock, it’s me.” Said the voice. You knew that voice anywhere. It was Robin. So you pretend to be sick. “H-Hey Robs, what do you need?” you say, while throwing some coughs in the middle of talking. “Oh. Do you feel well?” She asks through the door. “Uhm- no. i don’t feel well, tell Steve i'm running a fever, please” you say. “Of course!” she says, sounding worried about you. 

Not even 5 minutes after Robin walked off, Steve knocked. “Can I come in?” he asks. “Mhm” you say. He opens the door and shuts it behind him, then he sits next to you. “What’s wrong?” He asks, worried. “I want to go home…” you tell him. “Why? What happened?” He throws questions around asking if you’re feeling ok, or if you’re hurt in any way. “Uhm- Vikie whispered something to me, and now i don’t know if i wanna stay…” You tell him about what she told you and how it made you feel. “What if she tells Robin?! Steve Vikie can ruin my friendship with Robin real quick. She heard us talking in the kitchen…” Your voice trails off. Little did you guys know, Robin was on the outside listening. She couldn’t believe that Vikie said that to you. But she also couldn’t believe that YOU liked HER. She felt like she was dreaming. She had a crush on you for years, but she could never imagine you liking her back, so she went after Vikie, in hopes to get rid of her crush on you, but it didn’t work. Robin was furious with Vikie. So Robin went up to her, “What were you thinking?! You can’t just threaten my friends!” Robin yells, so loud you and Steve hear it. “I- I don’t know what you’re talking about babe-” Vikie tries, but Robin stops her, “No! Don’t ‘babe’ me! I don’t like the fact that Y/N isn't in here with us, because you just had to start shit with her!” She yells. “It’s not my fault that she has a huge ass crush on you!” Vikie yells back. “What makes you think we’re dating Vikie?! We went on one date!” Robin says to her. Vikie looks shocked. “I- I thought-” Vikie can’t finish her sentence, because Robin keeps going. “No! I don’t date people who like being assholes to my friends! Espeically people who threaten my best friend! I’ve known Y/N way longer than anybody! So I have no issue kicking your ass out if it comes to her!” Robin says, still pissed. You walk out of the bathroom and Vikie looks at you like she’s gonna kill you. Robin catches this look and goes into protective mode, “Don’t even fucking look at her. She didn’t do shit to you.” This shocks everyone, including you. You’ve never seen her this protective. “You know what? Get out. I don’t want to see you around me or Y/N. Got it?” Robin asked. “But-” Vikie starts, “Get the fuck out!” Robin yells.  And Vikie leaves. “Robin, why’d you-” you start to ask why she ruined her love life for you, but she stopped you before you could finish, “Do you really like me…Y’know more than a friend?” She asks. You nod, shyly. “Thank god! I’ve liked you for a while now, but I was so scared to tell you and-” Robin started to ramble, so you shut her up by kissing her. After you guys pulled away you looked into her eyes, “Well you have me now.” You smile at her. You two totally forgot where y’all were, until Steve asked, “Are we gonna finish the movie now, or what?” 

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A/N #2: This is my first Robin fic... I hope it's at least decent lol. I tried.

#stranger things #jealous reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you