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mood atm. mischivieous. :3

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Swine and Viperess

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Well, here he is

I love him so much

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This is my first fic in a VERY long time and also my first tumblr fic and also written on my phone so apologies if it is ASS. Size difference and marijuana smoking. What a combo. Definitely inspired by another stoner koa fic. Wanted to tag them but they have proship in the tags so... perhaps not! Yes i am a lesbian and yes we yearn for fictional men. we exist.

Stoner Koa x Stoner Reader

Reader is fem presenting because that's me. Though you probably (maybe)could read this as any gender... if u so please. just ignore physical descriptions of reader. I want Koa. Give me that large man NOW. Also yes smoking is indeed a deeply intimate activity for me. Doesnt HAVE to be strictly sexual, just is deeply intimate with other people. Wanted to convey that feeling here hopefully. Gird your loins.

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Warm light shines through a half cracked Wyndolyn as a small breeze comes through. A slightly blazed Koa rests on the couch, nursing his second blunt of the evening, aiming the smoke out the window to the best of his ability. The house still smells like pot. Towelling off your hair you have an almost pavlovian response to the sweet scent emanating from downstairs. Not only are you excited to get blazed and raid Freddy, you smile at the fact that you get to do it with your cuddly best friend who has the best biceps to lay on in a haze. You wouldn't lie and say the thought didn't make you blush a little. He enjoys your presence and you enjoy his, no words need to be said to communicate that.

"Oh heyy, I was just about to roll another one, come get comfy!" Koa calls as he sees you come to the doorway at the bottom of the stairs, your cutest (and tightest) pjs on, completely by coincidence.

You smile warmly and oblige as he hands you the remaining third of the blunt, which you gratefully sip on as you watch him roll. He tells you to finish that off whilst he rolls up again. Mindlessly your eyes trail down the musculature of his arms. Although he wasn't particularly ripped it was still apparent he could throw you, or anyone honestly, around like a ragdoll. His large hands are surprisingly adept at doing something so meticulous and delicate. You catch yourself wondering what other things he could be so gentle and skilled with.

As you finish your little wood Koa is gingerly licking the open blunt to stick it shut. His tongue is very used to this motion, gentle and methodical but quick. He can do it perfectly every time. Your eyes linger on his lips for just a moment too long. Pinching it off and running his fingers over the top, gently sealing it, he proudly presents his super packed and neatly wrapped blunt with a smile. You nod encouragingly and set the remnants of your roach in the ash tray next to his with a tap. Instinctively you grab the lighter next to it on the coffee table. Kicking your legs up onto the arms of the sofa and reclining onto Koa's warm lap, you hand the lighter up to him. He takes it with a smile and you swear you can see a flush of red on his cheeks but maybe you were just a little high and the light of the flame lit his face in a wonderful glow. He looks down at you with glossed lids as he passes you the blunt, playfully blowing the smoke in your face. You take a long drag, gazing up at him as the faint glow casts a gentle orange light on your face in the dusk. Blowing the smoke slowly from your lips at him as you pass it to him again, you swear you saw him looking at them as you did. His hand had a slight tremor when he took it from your hand.

After passing it back and forth like that several times Koa adjusts back in his seat, taking a long drag. He doesn't pass it to you this time, instead gently holding the blunt to your lips so you don't have to lift your arm. You smile gratefully, your lips grazing his warm fingers as you hit it, looking up at him. You adjust further in his soft lap and notice an unfamiliar, slightly troubled expression on his face. You turn your head to face him more.

"....Koa?" You feel bad for breaking the comfortable quiet. "Are you alright?"

He seems not to have realized he was making an expression at all. He stammers for a second before clearing his throat. He opens his mouth but no sound comes out. He is looking down at you with deep crimson cheeks and half lidded eyes as you watch them move from your exposed collarbone to linger on your lips. Oh? You hadn't thought that he would ever look at you like that. Or think of you like that.

You blink slowly at him with slightly reddened eyes, like a cat would, and gingerly sit up, taking the blunt from his almost frozen in place fingers. You place your hand gently on his bicep for support and rip the blunt, not breaking eye contact. You inch your face upwards towards his, asking permission with your eyes. He nods and cups your jaw in his warm palm, his hand almost engulfing your face as he closes the distance and locks his large, soft, slightly chapped lips with yours. He inhales the smoke and hesitates to break the kiss, gripping the back of your neck and rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

But the sweet kiss ends all too soon. He coughs as he exhales, as if he choked up accidentally. You rub his broad shoulder to comfort him as he looks back you.

"Um..." He looks troubled again, but differently this time. More like he's afraid to speak his mind but it must come out. "I liked that. And... I want to do it more..."

"But?"

"...But I don't want to mess up what we have. I enjoy your presence. You get me, you know? I don't want to ruin the vibe."

He has a sad twinkle in his eye. He doesn't like the thought of you stopping your visits with him.

"You mean you want to stay friends?" you cock your head to the side.

"No! I mean yes... I want you, but I don't want to make you be... all romantic like that if you're not comfortable. I'm all about comfort."

You smirk through reddened, glossy eyes. "I could get romantic."

"Oh.... yeah?"

You answer him by planting another kiss on his lips, craning your neck to do so. You pull back and are engulfed by his strong arms, a hand cradling your neck and head while he dips down for another kiss, longer this time. You smile into it, wrapping your arms around his thick neck. He hums into the kiss, wrapping his free hand around your waist as you grab the sides of his face, feeling his neatly groomed facial hair. This man is so wonderfully soft and yet strong.

It's not like you've thought about doing this for days... or weeks. Definitely not first thing in the morning after waking up. You'd never thought about the feeling of the nape of his neck as he basically drowns you in kisses. Maybe you thought about his lingering gaze when you walked by, cracking one eye to watch you do whatever in the living room but pretending to be asleep when he met your eyes. Every time he rolled up he would roll an extra for you, just in case. This had been brewing between both of you for quite a while, for Koa maybe even longer.

You both pull away for air, hair messy and gasping for breath. You take the chance to hit the blunt again before it goes out. You move yourself into his lap and hang onto his shoulders, blowing the smoke at his face. Stroking your thumb gently across his cheek you admire the new, deeper shade of crimson that he's turned. He turns his face into your hand, kissing your palm, then the inside of your wrist. He trails kisses all up your arm, your shoulder, taking his time on your collarbone. Trailing soft kisses up your neck to your jaw, and finally back up to your face.

Lips meeting in desperate need, like youre trying to swallow each other whole, a noise comes from Koa. Something akin to a moan.

Oh hell yes.

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SCREAM REALLY LOUD IF YOU WANT THE REST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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i must take this burden upon myself.... size difference stonerxstoner fic is a brewing.....

Holy shart where are all the Koa fics i have drained the internet dry of them i fear

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Holy shart where are all the Koa fics i have drained the internet dry of them i fear