#kevin pickford dazed and confused

[ash5monster01]

Dazed & Confused Masterlist

main masterlist

Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

This Moment

Always You 18+

Only Comfort

Why You?

Can’t Get Enough

Can’t You See?

Suddenly I See

Order #7 18+

Smoke Sesh 18+

Smoke Sesh pt. 2 18+

Smoke Sesh pt. 3 18+

Smoke Sesh pt. 4 18+

Kevin Pickford

Hate To Love You 18+

[devilat-thedoor]

Greta Van Fleet as Dazed and Confused characters

Sammy as Kevin Pickford

Jake as Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Danny as David ‘Woody’ Wooderson

Josh as Ron Slater

[xelmokidx]

I don’t think dazed and confused would need a second movie, but if someone would be stupid enough to do something like that I nominate a 90s version where the shears twins are Kevin Pickford's bastard twin sons where they get high all the time and make havoc across the town while everyone is like pls no don’t do that Pickford twins while they go mwah hah hah in all their faces then set a building on fire

[remusbutfemale]

Anytime I watched dazed and confused it’s just me staring at Mitch with heart eyes I fear… HES SO PRINCESS

[etarripuitdiem]

dazed and confused>>

[kse22chili]

Thunder only comes when it’s raining.

Recap: Katerina Angel Kennedy or “Arrow” is a Texan patriotic girl that loves her few friends and having fun with them during their high school years. She will handle a lot of pain and difficult situations in her life but her friends will always be there for her. We don’t know but maybe some new relationships will start and some old relationships will end.

Tw: #attempt suicide #depressing thoughts #depressive character #toxic friend #heartbroken character #substance use #drug use #weed mention #weed use #reefer character

Part 1

And I screamed.

Her POV:

High school boys just give me the ick. They’re disgusting.

I only have some high school guy friends and they’re kind of different from the others. I have Benny, Don, Slater, Tony, Mike and Kevin. There are other guys in my school but I don’t really talk to them, like I say “hi how are ya” and that’s it.

Benny is my best friend since kindergarten. Our parents are friends and every where I go he is there. I used to have a weird crush on him ( I still don’t get why I liked him in 8th grade but thank god I don’t like him anymore ). But we are really close to each other. I know everything about him, and vice versa.

Don instead is kinda my big brother that I’ve never had. Being an only child, he thought I felt lonely so he always stayed with me. He is sweetly overprotective of me, and it’s obvious that he loves me. Don’t get any idea! This is all platonic and he is an enormous play boy. I don’t know how Shannon likes him. Ew.

Slater is my reefer friend. My bestie. The one who makes me feel comfortable whenever I smoke blunts or weed. Kevin too. Pickford tho is the hottest of the whole world. Like man how can I smoke weed and not confess my love to you-

Tony and Mike are my friends and they are literally the only ones I can have a decent conversation with.

Now getting to the main point. I’m a picky person. If I want to have friends, I study them before having that intimate relationship with them. Instead the girls are a different subject. I talk to all of them. Even if some of them are bitches, I still respect and adore them.

The one who I seriously can’t stand at this school is Pink. He thinks that he can fool every girl in this school or in this town. Fuck off man. Arrogant son of a bitch. (I actually respect his mother very much.)

I hate him because one day he wanted to kiss me. Bro had never talked to me before and one day he thinks he can fucking kiss me? Nahhhhh man you got the wrong girl. I fucking slapped him. And since then we had this mutual hate relationship.

Another person that I “hate” is David Wooderson. He actually isn’t in our school anymore. And he is older than all of us.

He was my first and only true love. He was my first kiss.

We were very close friends. At the beginning I used to get weed from him and from then we just clicked. He would always meet with me, stay with me, smoke with me, go to parties with me, hang out with me and on and onnnnnnn. God damn. He was the best guy I had ever met. He was my true AND ONLY LOVE. But all of a sudden he started acting weird.

Everytime I used to hang out with Benny or Slater, Wood would always get upset. He would say things like “You don’t hang out with me anymore” or would straight up act mad at me. I didn’t know if he was jealous or something. But still, that doesn’t justify his behavior. Yes we had kissed before. As a joke. And yes, I loved him. But he didn’t know this. I’ve always been jealous of the times he hung out with girls. He was a fucking player, god damn he’s still a player. And yet, I never behaved like that. So, one day after I was out with Benny at his house, I go to meet Wood at his place. I knock at his door. He opens it after a long time, and I see him with disheveled hair, no shirt on, and a naked girl behind him. And he says : “Who tf are ya, man?”

I didn’t even respond. I turned around and went away.

That day I had thought of fucking killing myself. I felt so heartbroken and I felt treated like a fucking toy. I got back home. I had cried all the road to my house. Once up to my bed room, I couldn’t fucking breath anymore. He had been treating me like shit for like forever and I had always respected him because he was my friend. I had his my feelings from everyone for three years because I didn’t want to break the relationship I had with him. And he treats me like shit?

I was panicking. I was in shock and so tired of life. I got up and started searching for weed but I didn’t have any. Or i couldn’t find any, I don’t know. But I remember going downstairs to the phone and calling Slater. He answered and I was crying and saying how I so needed weed and I couldn’t find any. He was so worried behind the phone, I could only imagine his confusion.

After not getting any solution to my problem, still crying and panicking I closed the phone.

I got to the kitchen and I was searching for something that even I didn’t know what. I get a knife from a drawer and I don’t know but I think I stabbed myself with it. And I screamed. I cried and I screamed.

I don’t know what happened after that. But I know that when I woke up, in front of me was Slater. He was fucking crying and on the phone. He was saying something but I couldn’t hear anything. I was dazy as shit.

After that day, I was a different person. Slater got closer to me. And he was always worried but I indulged to drugs and weed, getting my mind out of shit.

I started picking the friends I hung out with and the things I did. I couldn’t trust anyone anymore. And David Wooderson was nothing to me.

Only Slater knows what happened between me and Wood. All the others don’t know a thing. Or i think so. Slater might have told to Benny something about it because I noticed how Benny started ignoring Wood and talking about him.

How can a girl go through so much and still be alive? Only God knows it.

Katerina “Arrow” :

[dazedwiththe70s80s90s]

Movies I'll mainly write for and characters:

Key:/=NO SMUT *=ALLOWED SMUT

Dazed and Confused-

Randall Pink Floyd*

Ron Slater*

Kevin Pickford*

Jodi Kramer*

David Wooderson*

Mitch Kramer/

Michelle Burroughs*

Scream-

Billy Loomie*

Stu Matcher*

Tatum Riley*

Sidney Prescott*

Dewey Riley

Boys(1996)-

John Phillips/

Bud Valentine/

John Bake Jr./

The Breakfast Club-

Brain Johnson*

Andrew Clark*

John Bender*

So I will be adding, but that is just the stuff I write for right now. If you have more or want more, I will write! Just let me know~ If you ever have headcanons, by all means, let me know! Give me ideas, and I'll write them just for y'all! You guys on here can call me Dazed!

-Sincerely, Dazed~♡♡♡

[gdragonyo]

Dazed and Confused fashion Analysis

Introduction

The film I want to analyze is Dazed and Confused. The film consists of teenagers that live in Austin, Texas. The teenagers are celebrating their last day of high school in 1976.  The star football player made a promise to focus on the game and not go to parties and things of that nature. The incoming freshmen are to be teased as a part of their hazing for entering the high school.

Description

The fashion in Dazed in Confused is made up mostly a laid back, and youthful style during the 1970s. The fashion styles also show the personality of each character for example the character “Slater” who wears clothes that are comfortable yet seem to be fashionable. They give off his own persona as being a stoner as well as carefree and not like everyone else. Whereas the character “Randall Pink floyd” is more outgoing and stylish. He tends to wear loose fitting dress shirts and bell bottoms. Since he is perceived as the cool guy in the show his style seems to have an edgy feel to him. The scene where they are buying weed you see the characters sitting in the room with their fashionable clothes on. One character, “Kevin Pickford”, is selling weed. We see him wearing a pink flowy shirt with his chest showing and his hair parted. We see “Slater” wearing his iconic baggy pants and weed shirt and his cap to show off his carefree hippy vibe.

Analysis

My interpretation of the show is being shown high school life from the perspective of these teenagers for how they were experiencing  high school in the '70s. They showed each character's perspective and explained what they thought of life and also how they navigated it. What they also thought of life and how they felt about their lives. It was just a chill laid back movie of some going into high school while others were getting out. It seems like the fashion is created for a movie with the overall aesthetic design. The fashion also showed the audience the social class of a certain character like Randall pink floyd since he was the star quarterback and the character David Wooderson who was an older guy who hung around high schoolers he had a laid back style such that consisted of a graphic tee and bell bottoms. The movie embraces denim as a symbol of the 70s with character wearing a lot of this such as their pants jackets and vests. The style influenced the public in the 90s on the "Denim on Denim" Especially with celebrities. The films costume design became a trend for the styles of grunge,vintage and retro. Items like denim jackets bell bottom jeans were a staple in the 90s after the release of the movie.

Conclusion

The film had authentic fashion that showed what was popular during the time such as bell bottoms, Graphic tees and ringer tees, plaid and flannel shirts, that highlighted the fashion during those times as well as the slang. The look was carefree and showed the rebellious free spirit of that time. The scenarios the teenagers went through. It highlighted outfits during those situations such as the crazed jock wearing his attire with blue and white to shirt with a baseball cap or the group of teenage girls wearing high waisted jeans having to lay down to zip them up. The fashion was to highlight the statement of teenage life during the 1970s. I recommend this film if you like vintage movies and old iconic teenage movies such as Breakfast club, Not another teenage movie, and Ferris Bueller's day off .

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[twistnet]

kevin pickford when he’s jealous

kevin is confident in himself, and you. nothing really gets to him -- after all, he’s a pretty easy going guy and unless something truly strikes him at his core, he won’t get upset. instead, brightly smiling and waving the person off without a care in the world.

plus, he knows your feelings for him and how head over heels you are for him, so seeing someone swoop in to strike up a conversation with you isn’t going to send him tumbling off the edge. instead, he lingers back a bit, watching on as you and this person begin a conversation

he watches for anything odd -- signs that you are starting to become uncomfortable, the person you are talking to is overstepping a boundary that you maybe can’t see, or anything else that may raise some concern

if it gets to that point, he’s up from wherever he was. appearing at your side with a swift kiss to your forehead and an arm thrown around your shoulders before looking over at the person in front of you, “sup man.”

whether or not the person choses to leave is up to them -- kevin won’t be the one to tell them so. instead, laying on the affection thick until you suddenly look back and find that person gone

kevin will laugh, shrug his shoulders before guiding you back over to where he was and linger around you until it’s time to go home.

[edgessunflower]

Kevin Pickford Masterlist

In progress

[persephone-nymph]

Dazed and Confused (1993) Dir. Richard Linklater

[ash5monster01]

yay to pickford fics omg so hard to find!!! could you do fem!reader pls angsty with a little smut is fine, love your fics all the same so i’m not too picky <3

Hate To Love You

Pairing: Kevin Pickford x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral - male receiving, fingering, semi-public, dirty talk, angst, enemy/lover relationship, it's really dirty - my bad, no use of y/n

Summary: Kevin Pickford is your mortal enemy but he also turns out to be extremely good in different ways that you plan to exploit for future use.

word count: 3.1k

Masterlist

"Slater, you can't be serious," you scowl, kicking rocks along the sidewalk as you near the house you'd rather set on fire. Though if you did that, it might only get the entire town high. Slater is too greened out to recognize any of the weight to your words, head in the clouds, and amused smile on his face. 

"C'mon, I just need Kev to hit me with an ounce or so and then we'll be on our way," he reminds you, elbow nudging your arm as you spot the driveway. The orange GTO is the only car in attendance, which was a relief when you realized you wouldn't have to fake any pleasantries with the parents of your sworn enemy. Kevin Pickford had been a nightmare since middle school. Not only did he have a wealthy family who provided him everything but he also had spent the past five years dedicated to torturing you. It started with spitballs, then moved to leaving various unwarranted items in your locker, and now relied solely on the consistent teasing from him at every social event you both attended. 

"Kevin doesn't like me Slate, I can sit this one out," you huff, arms crossing over your chest as you both stop in front of the boys house. It had been a month since Kevin and Michelle had broken up and despite the good news of gaining a friend back, it had also been the worst. Kevin's lack of a partner had turned Slater's visits to almost triple the amount and he had dragged you along for almost all of them. 

"Well maybe we should all just get along, he's my buddy man, and you are too. I say we even cruise with him to this party tonight," Slater says in his normal dazed tone, finding the simplicity in your long and horrible relationship with the boy. Discovering you're now expected to cruise with him tonight has become even more dreadful. Yet you have no more time to complain when Pickford appears in the doorway, unbuttoned shirt barely hanging on his shoulders as he grins at you both. 

"Customers, welcome," he nods his head, holding onto the 'S' sound in customers for far longer than appropriate. The instant reaction of rolling your eyes is opposite of the happy nod Slater greets him back with but it doesn't stop you from getting dragged into the house after him. Begrudgingly you climb the stairs up into the familiar room despite how many times you've tried to stay away, and settle on one of the various seats that had been set up for many weed induced visitors. 

"C'mon Sweetheart, a smile at least," Kevin calls, sly lips closing around the end of a roach he had left behind and you just shake your head, the sound of the nickname annoying you only further. Your heart used to flutter at such words but since Kevin had referred to using that instead of your name, they no longer held such weight. 

"Nothing to smile about when it involves you," you say, a pointed look directed at him but Kevin doesn't take any of it to heart, only laughs as he settles into his chair. 

"Well sweetheart, you're not getting rid of me anytime soon," and you can only scowl because it was true. Your circle of friends had always been the same, a million threads tied between you both, and no matter how much he pushed your buttons he was here to stay. So instead of giving him more reason to annoy you, you scoop up a magazine off the table and open it while him and Slater discuss their weed. Counting down the minutes until you could get away. 

When night time appears it feels as if you'd been in Kevin's house longer than intended, but luckily he finally puts on a shirt and some shoes before leading you both out the door. Slater slides into the back seat, not even realizing he had left you with one of two options. Get in the back and face lip from Kevin all night for avoiding him or ride shotgun and put yourself in the intimate position of being a riding partner on a night out. Neither sounds appealing but the latter is the safer bet, so as the engine roars to life you slide into the leather seat and avoid his eyes paired with the knowing smirk on his face. 

"Emporium or Benny's?" Slater asks once on the road, adjusting the rear view mirror. He looks different in his car, something about the colorful dash lights reflecting on his face and wild long hair ruffling in the wind. It would be silly to not notice the boy's attractiveness, there was a reason he always had his abs out. Kevin not only lucked out in everything in life but had the beauty to match. You despised him, but for some reason when he pushes in the clutch and shifts the car so seamlessly, his hand barely brushing the side of your pants, you can't help but push your legs together. 

"Benny's, Emporium is probably dull man," Slater answers, a cloud of smoke following his response. He’s more than likely right since it wasn’t often Benny threw parties, the rarity would bring the majority of the crowd, including them. 

“I don’t care either way,” you answer as if you had a choice anyways. If you had given an answer, Kevin would’ve probably picked the opposite just to push your buttons. 

“Benny’s it is,” he agrees and speeds in the direction of the red head's house and past the Emporium with only two cars in the driveway. When you arrive, the cluster of vehicles is a dead giveaway of whatever madness is happening inside. Your hand reaches for the car door but Kevin reaches across, stopping you before you have the chance. You flash him a confused look, his long arm overstretched across your chest and trapping you in. 

"Slater, why don't you go in while me and Sweetheart have a quick chat here?" he says, eyes never leaving your own and Slater doesn't even question the request as Kevin pops the back of his seat and pulls it against himself so Slater can slide out. 

"See you in there guys," the boy grins before sauntering away and Kevin closes you both back into the dark cab of the GTO. When he cuts the engine, the lights from the dash disappear and make it even darker. He was good at making you uneasy but he was even more unnerving when it was just the two of you. In fact, you were certain this was the very first time you both had ever been alone with each other. 

"Any particular reason you're holding me hostage?" you inquire, feigning confidence in hopes he can't see the way you shift in your seat. What you didn't understand was that you weren't scared, or even uncomfortable, so whatever had you on edge was something you hadn't felt before, at least with him. 

“I think it's about time we hash out this little thing between us," he grins, a determined look on his face and your shoulders tighten at the suggestion. You couldn't stand Kevin and you probably never would. 

"I didn't think you were even capable of having that kind of mature conversation," you say, arms crossing in front of you and you don't miss the way Kevin's eyes drop and fixate on your cleavage, your breasts pushed up due to your crossed arms. The notion makes your cheeks flush and you're thankful for the dark car.  

"Such a sassy mouth you have, need to find something to shut you up," and his heavy and deep voice paired with the gaze on your body has your knees pushing together again, goosebumps traveling down your arms, and since his eyes were already on you he noticed it all.

“You wish,” you mutter, eager to get into the party and maybe find the comfort of Jodi or Cynthia, hell even Pink would suffice at this point. You weren’t certain what dangers lurked while you were stuck in the car with Kevin but he at least could’ve let you find a drink in the party before trapping you in here. 

“Actually I do, it would be fun,” and the way he says the words suggests so much more. His smirk is now gone, serious eyes boring into your own and a shiver licks up your spine. It’s in this moment you discover the uneasiness you had felt was nothing more than attraction. A need in you pulling you towards him which only made you uneasy because you normally wanted to get as far away as possible. So what you decide to say next shocks you both. 

“Yeah, and how would you do that?” Kevin’s eyebrows raise, a little taken back by the question but mind running with a million possibilities. He had only tortured you for so long because of how bad he wanted you. It was weird to feel that need pulling in him when he hadn’t needed anyone before. 

Instead of answering the boy just smiles, a hand falling to your knee while a small gasp leaves your lips. He leans close and panic fills your lungs, crazed eyes trying to determine his next move. When he’s an inch away from your lips, nose barely brushing against your own, he lets off a heavy sigh.

“Relax sweetheart, it’s just me,” he reminds you and it should be amusing. He had done nothing but embarrass you but what you hadn’t realized is during all that time, you had also gotten to know him. He was a safe, someone to rely on, and that’s why your shoulders ease. He slowly closes the gap and at first his lips feel weird against yours, something unexpected, but when you kiss back it’s so much more. The hand not on your knee travels into your hair and he starts kissing you like his life depends on it and it kills you to admit that it’s better than any kiss you’ve had before. 

“This is your bright idea?” you mutter between kisses, teasing him for thinking he could kiss you stupid but then the hand on your knee travels up. Fingers heavy on your inner thigh and the words get caught in your throat all over again. 

“I had a few other things in mind,” he says breathily, lips dragging over your jaw and neck when his fingers finally nudge against your heat. Your legs tighten around his hand and he grins because you have yet to mutter another word. 

He continues to kiss you anywhere he can reach, skilled fingers popping the button of your jeans and dragging down your zipper. None of this could be real, your head fuzzy with the feeling of your mortal enemy pressed against you like this. You're practically on autopilot when he starts to tug at the hem of your pants and your hips lift to speed up the process. Pretty soon you're just another girl in the front of Kevin Pickford’s orange GTO with her pants pooled around her ankles. 

“Cute panties,” he teases, eyeing the yellow ones with lace trim that you wear. You blush a deeper red but this time you don’t care because the desperate need for him to touch you is stronger. He grins when he discovers you’ve still lost your voice and he drags two fingers across the fabric. You can feel how soaked they are when he presses the underwear against you. Your chest rises fast and heavily with anticipation as you crave his touch. It’s scary how quick you’ve folded for him. 

“Too bad I didn’t wear them for you,” you tease and something blazes behind his eyes, a hunger that makes you instantly regret sassing him again. Especially with the implication that you had intended for someone else to see them. 

Keeping his eyes locked on yours, his hand dips under the hem, a finger slowly pushing through your folds as he absorbs every reaction that flashes on your face. You gulp nervously as he swirls his fingers around, collecting your arousal and finding his ground. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth when his thumb brushes against your clit and the deep whine that leaves your throat only encourages him more. 

“You may not like me, but your pussy sure does,” he states matter of fact before pressing two fingers into you and the moan you let out should be humiliating. You want to say something, anything to debunk this confidence he now has, but the feeling of his fingers stops you. He studies you like a mysterious object as he continues to pump into you, enjoying how desperate you are for him and how perfect you feel clenching around his fingers. He discovers you make the cutest pouty face when his thumb brushes across your clit but he doesn’t want this to end just yet. 

“Okay shit, faster,” you whine, hand slapping against the window for some stability when his lips find your neck. You’re certain he’ll leave a hickey and that will be impossible to explain, but it wasn’t of concern at the moment. 

“I want to take my time with you Sweetheart,” he says against your neck before kissing down your chest. The low cut of your shirt had provided good cleavage for some attention at the party tonight but Kevin’s chin catches the neckline and drags it down further as his lips press kisses between your breasts. Wanting to feel like you have some control, your hand not keeping stability reaches and tugs the neckline further down. Slowly you reveal your bra and then you tug one of the cups down, baring yourself to the boy. Your nipple peaks in the cold night air and he takes this as an invitation to reveal your other breast. 

“Who’s at a loss for words now?” you ask and he just shakes his head at you before moving to kiss each one. It’s intimate and gentle, much different from how he normally treated you. Yet it doesn’t last very long because when he pushes a third finger into you he latches onto a nipple and you’re a moaning mess all over again. His thumb finds your clit again, this time relentless and he offers every sensation possible. Without being able to stop yourself, your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. He continues to fuck you through it, the sound off his fingers pumping in you dirty in the quiet cab of the car. 

“Good girl,” he praises when your body finally stops trembling. When he pulls his fingers out he rewards you with a soft kiss to the lips and you hate how it makes something flutter in your chest. 

You’re out of breath and a little dazed as he settles himself back into the driver's seat. You notice how his hair has fallen into his eyes and his chest rises heavily with each breath. The sight of you would shock anyone but he had the tent in his pants to match. When he pushes his hair back out of his face you find yourself leaning over and grabbing the button of his jeans. 

“Woah, you don’t have to,” he says quickly, getting painfully harder as you crawl onto your knees in the front seat. Your tits dangle out of your shirt still and your ass is in perfect view of anyone who could go by the window. Yet you’re determined to free his cock from his jeans. 

“It’s your turn to shut up Pickford,” you say before tugging his pants. He helps you push them off his hips and suddenly his cock is free. Angry and red, springing against his pelvis and it makes your mouth water. Of course he would have a pretty dick too. 

Slowly you wrap your hands around his shaft, smirking at the way he shifts at your touch. He’s so needy but you don’t have it in you to tease. You suck his tip into your mouth quickly and he lets out a moan of defeat. You take your time sliding further and further down, tongue tracing along the vein under his cock. One of his hands tangles into your hand and the other grips the door, grounding himself in this moment and trying not to finish when you just got started. 

“You’re a lot less sassier when you have my dick in your mouth,” Pickford groans and you speed up, determined to make him finish and eat his words. It should be dangerous this little relationship you have now. Hating his guts but also wanting him buried in yours. 

You take him as deep as you can, letting your spit and tears run down your face and his cock with no remorse. Where your lips don’t meet you use your hands and the way his legs twitch gives away that he’s close. The hand that was once in your hair travels around your back and to the curve of your ass. His cock jumps in your throat and it should be a curse how attracted you both are to each other just to despise each other any other time. Taking him even deeper than before he reaches his end, ropes of cum filling your mouth and you swallow it all as best you can. 

When you pull away, you’re a mess, and you don’t even have to check to know it. Kevin just chuckles as he eyes your mascara stained cheeks and ruffled hair from his hands on your head. You roll your eyes and tuck your boobs back into your bra and shirt. He watches as you pull your pants back up over your hips and button them close. Finding napkins in his dash box, you do anything you can in the visor mirror to fix your appearance. 

“You’re a mess Sweetheart,” he states and you sigh as you accept your messy hair for what it is. Hopefully all of your friends were either too high or drunk to notice your swollen lips and tugged hair. 

“Put your dick away, Pickford. I’m getting a drink,” and just like that you leave him in the car, shocked and a little impressed. He had fun plans to torture you the rest of the night but even better ones including fucking you until you couldn’t walk. Maybe you both could get used to this new arrangement you have. 

“What a dirty bitch.”

[sanriolvr777]

NSFW Alphabet with Ron Slater

A/N: No one has done anything for this character yet, so here you go. :)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Slater is the sweetest. After sex, he would always ask if you were okay. He would bring you some water and a cloth to clean yourself. He would always want you close to him. He would roll a joint for the both of you to share. You two would just smoke and speak sweet nothings in each other’s ears. After a while, you hold him into a tight embrace and tell each other how much you love each other.

B = Body part (Favorite body part of theirs and also their fave body part belonging to their partner)

To Slater, everything about you was perfect. But if he had a favorite body part of yours, it would be your thighs. Your thighs were so soft and he loved how it cushions his face when he goes down on you. Your favorite of his body was his hands. His skillful fingerwork alone would make you climax.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He likes to release on your stomach and breasts. The beautiful sight of your covered in glistening sweat and his seed turns him on all over again. He also likes when you swallow.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Slater is would never keep a sexual secret from you. You were a person that is easy to talk to and open minded. Since he is the same way, he’s quite open with speaking of sexual things. He loves talking dirty and seeing you squirm.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Slater has some experience. As he stated, he wanted someone with quality. He wants someone who could match his energy when it came to this topic. Lucky for him, you were the perfect match. You both had enough experience to please each other.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He actually has two positions that he truly loves. His number one fave is the classic missionary. He loves to share kisses and moans with you as he penetrated you. His second favorite position is when you straddle him. He could grab your hips and guide you up and down his cock.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Slater can be a goofball during sex sometimes. He says some of the weirdest and funniest things during sex. He loves it when he makes you laugh in the moment. Your laugh was music to his ears. For the most part, he is very serious when it comes to sex. He’s gets deep and lost in you. He’s in love with the way you feel underneath him, how you react to his touch and he sounds you make when he’s taking you so good or the sounds you make when he’s taking you so good and how you feel wrapped around him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Slater is a little on the lazy side, but for someone like he manages to keep himself groomed. He trims every once in a while, so he is fairly groomed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Slater is really romantic in the moment. Sex is very intimate for him and for you. He tries to always make it about you and your pleasure. Moments like these make both of you realize how lucky you two are to have each other.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off every other day. He loves to look at the polaroid that he took of you to help him jack off. It was such a pretty picture of you. The sight of you topless and vulnerable in his bed.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Slater loves cockwarming. When he’s too tired to move around so much or he just wants to relax, he’ll let you warm his cock. Sometimes he lets you make it more exciting and allows you to touch yourself or play with your clit while he stays inside you. You make him cum a few times like that, all the while without moving or thrusting inside you.

Slater also has the biggest worship kink. He loves to hear you tell him how huge he is, how good he is doing, and most importantly when you thank him for how good he makes you feel.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers doing it in the bedroom out of all places now. You did it in the car plenty of times and in an open field while stargazing. But one time, you two did do it in the back of Pickford’s car one time at a party, but you both ended up getting caught. Ever since, the bedroom was the only acceptable place for the two of you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He love watching you dance at parties. The way you move always turns him. He would join you to and you would move onto each other, fluid with each others movements. Right after these dances, you two would definitely have sex. He also loves seeing you wear his shirts with just your panties underneath.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s up for anything. As long as it’s not harmful. He’d never want to hurt you. Bondage is a big no for him. He doesn’t like orgasm denials either.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving over giving. The sight of you with his cock in your mouth is the hottest thing ever. The feeling of your tongue swiping over his length drives him crazy. He loves giving and he’s pretty good at it. His tongue flicks in amazing motions while working with his fingers.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s a total softie, so he likes to take his sweet precious time with you. The majority of the time, he’s passionate and slow. If you want him to be rough, he is willing to do so.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not a big fan of quickies. He likes to take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s willing to try new things as long as you’re comfortable with it. He just won’t participate in anything that is harmful to you or him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Most of the time, he can only go for 1 round. Sometimes, he can do 2. Overall, sex is pretty energy-consuming for him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s not a fan of using toys. He wants to be the one doing all the pleasuring for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t do teasing much. He does it occasionally. But majority of the time. He starts to feel bad, because he just wants to make both of you feel good.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s loud. His moans and whimpers are pleasing your ear. The sounds just turn you on some more. He also slips out curse words here and there as he starts reaching his climax.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

When he's stoned, he gets more clingy and soft when he's with you. He's so touchy and sex is even more soft.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is about 6 inches, 7 inches when hard. He has some girth to him. He’s not too thick or thin. He’s the perfect size for you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Slater’s sex drive is fairly average. He doesn’t have a high sex drive as many others think. He has many dirty thoughts about you all the time though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As stated earlier, Slater is such a big softie. He cuddles up next to you and lays on your chest. You start running your fingers through his hair. Once he feels that repeated motion on his head, lights out for him. The sight of him sleeping was so peaceful to you.

[iputthewhoreinhorror]

Pickford

[amessywritersmind]

Hurricane - Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

A/N:  I’ve recently re-fallen in love with the beauty of the movie Dazed and Confused, and there’s like literally no work for it so I decided to write my own about one of my favorite characters! It’s a friends-lovers type thing sooooo.... Enjoy ;)

I exited my car and walked towards the school entrance with a little more pep in my step today. Around me, I could hear the chatter and excitement of the kids scattered across the parking lot, a few more days and school would be out. Soon, a lot of them would be seniors, including me. 

As I was walking, I saw Pickford’s bright yellow car pulling in, Pickford and Michelle inside. Thank the lord! I smiled as he sped into the parking lot, walking over to the car and leaning against the window. 

“Ahhhh, Pickford! Just the man I wanted to see on this fine morning!” I said dramatically, smiling at him. He rolled his eyes putting the car into park. 

“Hey Michelle!” I said to her as Pickford turned the car off, looking over to me. She smiled back, laughing at Kevin’s reaction to me. 

“What do ya want now (y/n)?” He said in fake annoyance. 

I nudged him gently, laughing. 

“Light me, I left my lighter at home.” I said, pulling a joint out of my pocket and placing it in between my lips, leaning closer so he could light the end. 

“M’Lady” He laughed dramatically, producing a lighter and sparking the end. 

“Thanks man, you’re the best” You said standing back up right and smiling gratefully, taking a few drags off the thing.

“Yeah yeah, you only want me for my weed and my lighters.” He fake pouted dramatically, earning another giggle from me and Michelle.

“You know you love me!” I exclaimed, reaching in the window and ruffling his hair, much to his annoyance.

“Anyways, I gotta go find some people, I’ll catch you guys later!” I called, backing away and going to find some other friends. 

I took a couple drags off the joint, making my way through the school gates and saying hi to people I knew along the way. Mid laugh (at something someone had said) I felt the joint being pulled out of my mouth. I turned quickly only to see one of my very best friends, Randall Floyd, or Pink as we all call him. I smiled at the sight of my joint hanging out of his mouth, a smirk on his lips. 

“And what do you think you’re doing Mister? I chuckled, crossing my arms and giving him a look. 

“Well, you know what they say (y/n), sharing is caring.” He said jokingly, taking a big hit off of it. 

“Heyyyy!” I exclaimed, laughing and reaching for it. 

“Don’t smoke it all! I barely got a few hits in.” I pouted as he pulled it from my reach. He laughed and threw his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in and passing the joint back to me. 

“Fine, I’ll give it back Mrs. Grouch” He said, earning a nudge in the side from me.

‘You’re lucky I love you” I grumbled out, looking at him. He laughed. keeping his arm around my shoulder and walking towards the doors to the school. 

“So I was wonderin’ if you’re free tonight? Maybe you can drop by mine later tonight? I’ve got some new records to listen to and a sixer just begging for us to drink it.’ Pink said, as if he’d really have to coax me into coming over. I laughed at his ‘puppy dog eyes’ all the same.

“What, no plans with the leech tonight?” I joked around, referring to his ever annoying girlfriend. 

“Nahh, needed a break for one night” He said dismissively, earning a laugh from me.

“Alright, It sounds like a plan! Be there at 6?” I confirmed, stopping as we heard someone call Pink’s name. He waved to them to hold on before finally removing his arm from my shoulders. 

“Sounds great! Can’t wait.” He confirmed with a smile, turning towards me and stealing the joint again, taking another hit before passing it back to me. 

“See you then.” I called to him as he walked backwards, shooting finger guns my way and nearly tripping on his own feet. I laughed at how dorky he really could be at times. 

I took the last drag before putting the joint out and walking into the building, nearly running straight into Slater.  

“Slater! My man! How’s it going?” I said to him, doing the funky little hand shake we made up a few years back. 

“Good, man! Hey! I got that stuff for you.” He said smiling like a maniac, pulling a little bag out of his pocket and handing it to me. 

“You are the best my dude!” I laughed out, putting the baggie into my bag.

“Anything for you! Hey man, I’ll check ya later!” He said, shooting me finger guns and walking away. I really was friends with a bunch of dorks.

I sighed, continuing my walk to first period, now all I had to do was survive the day.

Later that day 

The final bell rung out, everyone including me rushing to pack their stuff up and get out. As I was walking out of the building I saw Slater, Pickford, and Michelle  hanging out in the parking lot over by Pickford’s car and decided to go say hi real quick. 

“Only a few more days dudes, and then we’re seniors!’ I exclaimed as I walked up to the group. “Hey Michelle, can I bum a cig?” 

She handed me one and lighter. “Thanks.”

“It’s gonna be so weird man, we’re gonna be like so....old” Slater said slowly, laughing after he realized what he said. I laughed too. I handed the lighter back to Michelle and took a drag off the stick.

“All I know is, we’ll be the top of the food chain, and i’m gonna throw a fat party to celebrate!” Pickford laughed, lighting up a joint of his own. 

As I was about to reply, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, lifting me up slightly before setting me back down. I let out a little shout, startled, holding my cigarette out to avoid burning whoever the culprit was. 

“Floyd! I swear to god I’ll kill you!” I said knowing it could be no one else.

“Oooooo, she used your last name. You’re in trouble, man!” Slater called out, laughing as Pink placed me down again and moved to my side, throwing an arm over my shoulder, as he usually did.

“Awe, look at the two love birds who won’t admit they’re lovebirds!” Pickford said mockingly, faking a gag at the end. 

“Oh shove it Pickford” Pink said dismissively, waving off the comment.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t want his toy to hear that.” I fake whispered to the group as they laughed along. I was referring to Simone and they all new it. They all new I couldn’t stand her, including Pink, and most of the group felt the same way.

“Alright alright, that’s enough of that.” Pink started, trying to keep the peace as always. 

“Look! It’s my favorite group of little stoners!” A voice called to the left, Donnie joining the small gathering, a chorus of ‘hey Don’s’ and ‘what’s up man’s’ emitting from the group. 

“Hey Don! How ya been? Haven’t seen you in a while.” I said as he reached the circle. 

“Still waiting on your call, baby.” He said winking and flicking his tongue at me. I heard Pink scoff at this from beside me, but I just laughed. Donnie was Donnie after all. 

“In your dreams man.” I replied smoothly. 

“Oh you know it sweatheart! Anyways, I’m here for you Slater. Where’s my drugs?” He called over to the stoner, who was currently passing a joint to Michelle. 

“Follow me, man.” He said with a guilty grin, him and Donnie walking away. 

“Well, as much as I love hanging out with you nerds, I gotta get goin.” I said, moving to walk towards my car. Pink hooked his fingers into the belt loops on the side of my jeans, pulling me back towards him. 

‘We still on for tonight?” He asked.

“Yes, sir!” I said feigning seriousness, fake saluting him. He laughed at this. 

“Alright then. I shall see you tonight.” He smiled, releasing his hold on the belt loops and backing up slightly.

“See you then. Later, guys!” I called over my shoulder and hopping in my car, the radio coming to life at full volume as the car roared to life. 

Today had been a fairly good day but who was I to lie, I was beyond exited for the night to come. I raced home and instantly started getting ready-showering and then getting dressed. I had a little more time to kill before I needed to head over to Pink’s so I took out the new goods from Slater and rolled a few more joints, placing 2 in the “Emergency” supply and packing the rest into my purse before slipping my shoes on and heading out. 

I eventually pulled up outside Pink’s house, only to see him and Slater talking out by Pink’s car. 

“Getting the party started without me, boys?” I smirked, making my way over to the little group.

“(y/n), man! It feels like it’s been forever since I saw you man.” Slater called, laughing almost nervously. Pink looked over at me as well, shooting me his award winning smile. 

“Slater, I literally saw you a few hours ago” I laughed, pulling him into a hug anyways. 

“My turn!” Pink exclaimed once I’d let go of Slater, holding his arms open wide with a little smile on his face. I rolled my eyes, laughing, but walking into his arms anyways, my heart skipping a beat momentarily. I just chose to ignore that bit. 

“So, what’re you doing here? Not that your company isn’t a pleasure, “ I started, looking at Slater. “but i thought it was just gonna be us tonight?” I finished, looking at Pink. 

“It is, he was just dropping off some supplies” Pink answered devilishly. 

“Yeah, don’t worry (y/n), I’m not here to steal your man time, man” He laughed out, beginning to step away.

“You wish Slater!” I said, blushing slightly. He just shook his head, beginning to walk away. The blush intensified even more when Pink put his arm around my waist, pulling me even closer. He was usually pretty touchy, but it seemed to be amped up even more tonight. 

“Thanks again, man. I’ll see you tomorrow at the Emporium?” Pink called as Slater was walking away. 

“For sure man! Have fun, but not too much fun, man!” He called back, making his way around the corner. 

Pink still hadn’t let go of me so I turned, putting a hand on his chest and laughing at his dopey facial expression. 

“Hmmmmm, seems like someone really did start the party without me” I laughed, pinching his cheek lightly, him swatting my hand away. 

“Ok maybe I smoked a tinyyyy bit, but there’s still plenty to go around” He said smirking and hooking his fingers into the front belt loops of my pants. I looked up at him, suddenly having an overwhelming urge to lean in. I snapped myself out of it though, if any of that was going to be happening tonight I’d have to be a lot more out of it than my current state.

“Well, why are we still out here then? The weed isn’t going to smoke itself!” I chuckled, breaking away from him and making my way into his house, directly to his room. 

I plopped onto his bed, leaning against the headboard as Pink followed me in, closing the door and lighting some incense to mask the smell. As soon as it was good and burning, I pulled out my freshly rolled stash, lighting it and taking a drag as Pink put one of the new records on the player.

Once it was settled, he turned towards me. 

“Hey now! Don’t be greedy” He laughed at me, launching himself on top of me on the bed, opening his mouth for me to place the joint in it. I complied with his wishes, sticking it in his mouth and leaning back with a smile on my face, his body still very much on top of mine. 

Eventually, he moved to a more comfortable position at my side. We listened to the records, back to back, giving our respective opinions on each of the albums, going through about 4 joints and 3 beers each. By the time the last song on the last of his new records rang out, we were fairly buzzed. 

“Well, that’s all of em. Now, what to do, what to do?” Pink stated, looking over to me with an idea in his eyes. 

“Have anything specific in mind?” I asked absentmindedly, more focused on the brightly colored poster on the wall. 

“I have an idea, yeah” He answered vaguely. I giggled lightly at his lack of explanation.

“Are you planning on sharing that idea with me or are you just gonna keep it locked up in that brain of yours?” I questioned teasingly, leaning forward to tap his temple lightly. He swatted my hand away with a laugh. 

“I’ll do better, I’ll show you!” He exclaimed, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the window. I was curious now.

Before I could question his intentions further, he slid the window open and climbed out on to the roof, turning back and reaching his hand in the window, motioning for me to follow. I grabbed his hand and climbed out as well. He began walking towards the middle of the roof, my hand still clasped tightly in his own.

He sat down finally, pulling my arm along with him. I sat down quietly, leaning against his shoulder lightly. For a few long moments, there was nothing but silence. Pink stared up at the sky, lost in thought. 

“Whatcha thinking about?” I asked quietly, poking his side gently. 

“I don’t love her.” He answered immediately. 

“What?” I replied, taken aback by the question. 

“Simone. I don’t love her, I never did. In fact, we’ve been split for months, but she refuses to let me go. I don’t love her because..... well, because I love someone else” He laughed out almost incredulously, like he couldn’t believe what he was saying. Something about that statement sent a ping straight to my heart. 

“Well then, that’s ok! I’m sure this girl likes you back. Who wouldn’t? Don’t worry yourself too-” before I could finish my sentence, his lips were on mine. They moved in sync briefly before he pulled away. 

“It’s you. You are the girl I’m talking about. I think I’ve always known it’s you, I just never realized it.” He let out with no hesitation. As I processed what he was saying to me, my heart was dancing in my chest. This was not how I planned for the night to go, not that I’m complaining at all.

“I don’t think there's any question that I feel the same then?” I asked in a daze, still shocked by the events that had just transpired. Pink chuckled at this, shaking his head and wrapping an arm around me, pulling me closer. 

“No, I don’t think so. Though, I think I should double check, just to make sure.” He stated, a goofy smile finding its way onto his face. At that, he leaned down once more, placing his lips on mine once again. 

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NSFW Headcanons~ Kevin Pickford

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Kevin’s a whore, plain and simple. The man sells drugs and hosts tons of parties; he’s gotten around. There’s no denying it unless you want to argue that he’s just been with the same person ...a lot.

- When you’re going down on him, he likes when you kiss his chest and stomach. He’ll curse softly as you do so, his head tilted back and his arms wrapped around the back of the couch.

- A skilled tongue, skilled fingers; a generous man. All such good qualities that he possesses...

- He’s not like a huge fan of foreplay but he doesn’t necessarily mind it. He likes nibbling, sucking, and grinding but he also sometimes just wants to get to it, you know?

- There aren’t really “roles” that the two of you always play when you’re with each other. One minute he’s the more dominant one, the next you are. I suppose he likes being the one in charge more but it really doesn’t matter to him.

- How the two of you act when you’re with each other really just depends on the mood and how sober either of you are.

- If he’s just toked up then he’s going to be all relaxed and take things slow, nuzzling against you as he goes as deep inside of you as he can.

- He likes when you ride him; especially when you’re both a little blazed. He’ll rest his chin up against your chest, his arms wrapped around you in a hug and his hips driving up into yours.

- Cockwarming. The two of you definitely cuddle while he’s still inside of you, it’s very relaxing.

- If he’s more sober then he’ll move faster, stealing kisses and occasionally just ...going to town on you. He’ll turn your knees to jelly, I’ll promise you that.

- He likes doggystyle when he’s the one in control. He likes being able to hold your hips and pull you back onto him.

- Theres always some kind of rock music playing in the background whenever you’re together.

- Car sex. What better memories to make in such a killer car?

- Slipping away from parties for a quickie.

- Anal. For lack of a better phrase, a holes a hole; and the fact that you’ve probably never done it with anybody else is also a plus.

- The moans and groans he lets out are honestly enough to make you lose control all on their own.

- Tug on his hair and watch him go! Hair pulling is definitely a kink of his.

- Another kink, you pretending to sleep with him for “the goods”. He likes it in the playful sense, the chuckled out “what will you give me in return” and your obviously put on and not serious responses. He thinks it’s both funny and hot.

- The mans got inches. He’s “big” in the length department more than anything but you certainly aren’t going to complain.

- He’s one of those guys who don’t care about the fact that his dick has just been inside you. He has no problem pulling out and eating you out whenever he sees fit. It’s just his dick afterall.

- When he’s about to finish, he’ll usually pull out and cum on your stomach. He prefers going in raw so I recommend birth control; or just saying no since he’ll accept that without another word.

- He’s not a very “lovey dovey” sort of guy when it comes to aftercare so he’ll usually just wrap an arm around you, maybe light up, and/or rest his head against yours.