#along with munchy

[foxgloveinspace]

Me: yeah I’m not that big of a fan of birds.

*loves ravens crows and tufted titmouse’s*

Me: well…. Maybe I’m not a fan of parrots??

[thatone-highlighter]

What songs have u been thinking of adding to strengths playlist :0 [and the others if u have any you’ve been thinking of for them] Also you could make a streatney+ playlist, just sayin

I have been creating a list of Set It Off songs to put in here, and this is on top of the ones ive already added. I am also just now realising that even tho i associate the band in general with Strength the distribution of songs does Not favour Strength much if at all.

Theres a few of the songs where its just the general vibe or just so much of the song works its hard to pick one section, but i went and grabbed some of my fav sections

Peekaboo; like i mean it LITERALLY says this what do you want from me

Why Not Me?; it feels alot like things a Strength vessel would say. I especially like the bit about „a little voice is shouting get up“

Catch A Break; i mean isnt that such a Witney concept, shes put thru so much bullshit after bullshit and everyone is So mean to her Constantly. And „same tragedy different day“ thinking about Witney,,,, hhnnnggg

Playing With Bad Luck; a very similar idea to Catch A Break because the guy is literally the whole time just talking about how all this bad stuff keeps happening but hes done nothing to deserve any of it, which again, yeah. Man thinking about Witney makes me Feral

Unopened Windows; honestly a streartney song to me but i feel like Witney would be the most nostalgic about it like this. Like hes def the one to look back at it like what-could-have-been the most

Who‘s In Control?; it especially makes me think of Anne at her peak blaming herself for Heart and all that, like „living in fear living afraid/hysterical every day“ TELL me that doesnt remind u of Heart and Anne in ibybf

Me W/O You; it feels vaugely manipulative and vaugely genuine in a way i can only compare to Heart. Plus the whole „theres no me without us“ over-reliance and codependence feels very Heart as well

And i didnt add a part of the song because i cant EXPLAIN it but. Dancing With The Devil in my head just makes me think of Streart. imagining it as like the two of them alternating screaming the lines at eachother, they both see eachother as the counterpart in the song. And this song also lead me to for some reason learning how to draw partner dancing Just so i could draw streart partner dancing and then also went a bit insane about who would be lead dw about it

[platinummice]

Had to get shock collars for the dogs (mostly because they’ve been really going after the cat lately) and me being me I tested them on myself before putting them on the dogs so I know they aren’t being hurt I just wanna know why tf it goes up to 99 for shock what are you using that for I made it up to 35 (Bumpty is on 10 and munchie is on 5) WHAT IS 99 FOR

[defiant-firefly]

According to many friends, this medication is seemingly giving a similar effect to being high as a kite. I don't feel high, but I certainly cannot shut up lmao

I walked into the kitchen and had to physically stop to think of the word 'spacey' though because I can no longer think and walk at the same time so I dunno. Maybe so.

[stiingrayyyy]

Dating Headcanons F.H

What it’s Like to Date Five Hargreeves

Pairings — Five Hargreeves x Reader (pronouns not specified)

Summary — My headcanons for if you were Five’s lover.

Warnings — opinions, no plot, it’s all over the place, last one is semi-NSFW.

A/N — i try to avoid nsfw with five because yk.. in the show, he’s physically thirteen but this one was too funny not to add. let’s all just pretend there was a happy ending okay 😭😭. i wrote this before season four came out so let’s pretend it ended happily.

— if you want another version where it’s just headcanons of you and five in the apocalypse i’m down for that.

— I see headcanons where Five is straight up mean, manipulative, and where he’s just using you.

— To me, that’s not Five being in love with you. Have you seen how he treats Delores? HE’S SO SWEET TO HER.

— So if you’re his lover, he will give you princess treatment like no other, holy shit.

—He’ll prepare breakfast so it’s ready to be eaten when you wake up.

— He thinks breakfast in bed is a recipe for disaster so he never does that.

— If you take a while to wake up he’ll wake you up.

— “My love, breakfast is ready.” He’ll whisper into your ear before pressing a kiss onto your temple, then one on your forehead, then your nose… then finally a chaste kiss on your lips.

— He’ll tuck you in bed at night and make sure you’re all snug before leaving. If you can’t sleep he’ll read to you.

— With him around, you genuinely never have to open a door. In addition to paying for every meal, he always walks on the outside of the sidewalk. He also pulls the chair out for you when you sit and showers you with praise.

— Sometimes the praise is simple whispers in your ear because he isn’t much into PDA.

— There was never an official wedding, he stole two matching rings and gave one to you.

— He’d like to have an official wedding.

— If he has to worry about the apocalypse he’ll probably neglect you only because he thinks the fate of the world is in his hands.

— He loves going on simple dates, whether it’s at Griddy’s Doughnuts, a simple stroll in the park, or a little painting place.

— He’s fancy but he doesn’t see the point in expensive restaurants. He likes the little things.

— He loves to make and paint pottery with you, it’s his favourite thing to do.

— When he can’t sleep he’ll come over to your place and sit on the roof with you.

— If you fall asleep he’ll Blink into your room and tuck you in, and he’ll even leave a note for you to read when you wake up.

— It usually goes along the lines of..

“You fell asleep, don’t worry I made sure you got back in your room and I picked up all your stuffies from the floor and put them on the bed with you.”

— He struggles with insomnia.

— He’ll write you love letters even though it’s more convenient to send a text. He loves you and he’s willing to put effort in love notes.

— His primary love languages are quality time and acts of service.

— He doesn’t show much affection in public.

— He doesn’t mind holding your hand though.

— Five won’t be afraid to hold your hand, wrap an arm around your shoulders or waist while he’s with his siblings.

— Kisses and hugs are private though.

— Despite being private, he doesn’t hide the fact he’s dating you.

— If anyone tries anything on you, Five will glare daggers. If that’s not enough, he’ll threaten them, and if they keep pushing he’ll make them bleed (but not too severe 🥰)

— He’s hella protective.

— You make midnight munchies together.

— He’ll refuse to dance with you in the kitchen at 2am but he’ll reluctantly say yes and end up actually enjoying it.

— Same goes for dancing in the rain. He pretends to hate it but he loves it and you know he does.

— You always make pasta or noodles for midnight munchies.

— One time you made cookies and accidentally woke up Klaus who ate the cookie dough before you got to put it in the oven.

— When you guys had sex for the first time Klaus congratulated you and Five with a cake that said ‘virgin’ in the middle of a 🚫 and woke you up the next day with confetti.

— sorry, i know i said i’d have a part three to my ben hargreeves fic but i wrote it and didn’t edit it.. and it didn’t seem entertaining enough to post, i’m sorry.

— if you want headcanons with the apocalypse involved, let me know <3

[sturnioz]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MAKE A PART 2 OF THE FRATBOY CHRIS X SHY READER ANGST PRETTY PLEASERE (ily btw)

──── ⭑ ( part 0.1 | part 1 ) .ᐟ

after going home that night, you were almost positive that you were never going to see chris again.

you took every precaution possible to avoid him ─ parking your car far from campus, you deliberately chose the longest routes to your classes, and in the hallways you kept your head down, pretending to be focussed on your phone while your heart raced at the thought of crossing paths.

you deleted pictures on your phone, even blocked his number and his socials, determined to erase him from your life. the idea of him posting pictures with another girl twisted your stomach in uncomfortable knots, leaving you feeling utterly miserable.

during your time alone, you began to realise just how dull your life actually was without chris. sure, frat parties had never been your scene, but you used to enjoy being tucked against his side, watching him in his element ─ dealing, taking drugs, and drinking with his frat brothers before he took you into his bedroom where you spent the night.

and then there were the midnight food runs when the munchies hit, him bringing you along to the nearest 24-hour store and buying all your favourite treats and snacks which you shared.

but that was gone now, you were sure of it. you were never going to experience those moments with him again.

until he opened your bedroom door one night while your were episodes deep into one of your favourite rewatchable series. your heart raced and your eyes widened in disbelief, nearly dropping your cup of water that you've been sipping. you hastily place it on the bedside table, pausing your show mid-scene.

you stammer, confusion flooding your voice. "what.. what are you─"

"your uh, your mom let me in," chris cuts you off with a reply, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him, the soft click echoing in the stillness.

you weren't a bad daughter, but you couldn't help but curse your mother out in your head for allowing chris inside the house. she's always had a soft spot for him, drawn to his charm and charisma, even if she didn't know him like you did.

"jus' wanna talk to you, alright? 'cos you leavin' like you did... yeah, it doesn't sit well with me ─ got this..." chris pauses as he prods his chest with his two fingers, his expression a mix of frustration and slight vulnerability. "here. got me feelin' this weird shit and ─ and i can't take it, alright? so jus'... jus' talk to me. use that fuckin' mouth of yours and talk. 'cos i must've done somethin' right?"

you sit in silence, your heart racing as you stare at him from your position on the bed, lips curling into a frown.

the sight of him stirs a whirlwind on emotions in you ─ hurt, anger, longing. you don't want to talk to him; you don't want to bring up the painful memories of his cruel words that still, undoubtedly, echo in your mind. you knew that confronting him would only remind you that he wanted nothing to do with you, but you also understand that conversation is important... even if it felt like a trap to you.

"i... heard you," you finally admit, your voice barely above a whisper. you chew the skin of your cheek, your gaze dropping to your lap, unable to meet his intense stare.

"heard me what, kid?" he presses, his tone blunt, yet you sense a hint of curiosity lurking beneath the surface. his directness catches you off guard, and you feel the room closing in around you.

he leans back against the door, arms crossed over his chest. the posture is defensive, and you can feel the weight of his gaze pressing down on you, analysing every twitch of your expression, searching for any sign of what you're thinking. it's unnerving, and you shift uncomfortably, feeling exposed.

you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "i heard you say that you want nothing to do with me," you confess, the words tasting bitter on your tongue as the tears begin to brim in your eyes. "you're so... so cruel, chris."

chris' expression shifts a little, "you uh, you heard that?" he runs a hand through his messy hair, tongue prodding at his cheek, frustration evident in his movements. "jesus, kid, i ─ i didn't mean it like that, alright? i jus'... you think i wanna hurt you? huh?"

"then why did you say it?" your voice cracks, a mix of hurt and confusion spilling out.

"i didn't mean it," he repeats again, his voice rough around the edges, but there's a sincerity that catches you a little off guard. he pushes himself off the door, taking a few steps towards you, closing the distance between you. "look at me, kid. i didn't mean it... you ─ you listen t'me, okay? jus' listen for a sec."

you finally lift your head, meeting his gaze, and you can see the struggle in his eyes. the air is thick between you both as he sits down at the edge of your bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.

"i..." chris exhales deeply through his nose, visibly struggling with his words. "what we have ─ this shit between us? it.. it's new f'me, okay? and ─ and i'm not the type to get all romantic and relationship-like, you know that. but i get this weird fuckin' shit in my chest whenever i'm with you, and i'm tryin' to figure out how this all works, yeah? i'm not... i'm not used to this."

you continue watching him in silence, your heart racing as you stare at him. the vulnerability in his expression surprises you.

"when i said that shit, about how i want nothin' to do with you? that was jus' to get him off my back, s'all ─ 'cos he kept goin' on and on, and it was pissin' me off and i needed him to shut the fuck up," chris explains to you. "i... i shouldn't have said it, alright? and ─ and i'm... i'm sorry, yeah? i'm sorry."

his apology hangs in the air, and you can see the seriousness etched on his face. the weight of his words settles over you, and you feel the walls around your heart begin to crack. the raw honesty in his voice makes you reconsider everything.

"didn't mean to hurt you, kid," chris adds, his tone softer than usual. "don't know how to handle everythin'. it scares the shit outta me, y'know?"

you nod slowly, "i... i get it," you reply, frowning softly. "but i don't know if i can trust you."

chris' jaw clenches for a moment, the muscles ticking rhythmically as he processes your words. "yeah, well, gonna have to try 'cos uh, i can't let you walk away like that again... yeah, s'not happenin'."

he clears his throat, scrunching his nose as he sniffs, and the familiar gesture brings a slight smile to your lips despite the heaviness of the moment.

"now wipe your face 'n scoot over, told your mom m'stayin' the night."

© STURNIOZ

authors note. writing fratboy!chris so vulnerable and soft is WEIRD EEE this isnt my fratboy!chris !!! bring back the pain !!!! (hope you like it tho anon i did this for you)

[bleedingoptimism]

As Steve walks into the grocery store he pulls his sunglasses off, only to put them back on again immediately. The lights of the store make the back of his eyes sting. Hungover from a bad headache, not that people here would care why. Whatever, is not like everyone already doesn’t think he’s an asshole. He doesn’t need to perform for anyone anymore.

A guy, singing to himself down one of the aisles peaks his attention, he’s tall and has long black hair and Steve belatedly remembers that he’s Jon’s friend from California.

“Argyle?” he asks, more to himself than to him, but Argyle turns and smiles at him as if they are old friends. He approaches and grabs his shoulder, shaking him a little.

“Oh! Hi Stevie!” 

The confidence and attitude he carries himself with make Steve smile for some reason. It’s like he’s very sure of himself but in a nice way, not in a douchey way, like his high school buddies were. Although hearing someone call him “Stevie” reminds him of Tommy and a very different time and he can’t help but shrink inwards a little, “Oh no please, just Steve,” he says with an apologetic smile, pulling his sunglasses off again and placing them on his head. And because he doesn’t want Argyle to think he’s the douchebag, he explains further, “‘Stevie’ brings back bad memories,”

Argyle leans his head to the side with a pout but then smiles and squeezes Steve’s shoulder, “Dude, it’s fine, we can just make new ones, man! Better ones.”

Steve’s first reaction is to scoff. As if it were that easy… but then he thinks, hell, maybe it is.  Maybe it is and it makes him smile. Argyle is way too outgoing for it to be comfortable for other people, it’s kind of ridiculous. For a second, he wonders if Jonathan found it jarring when he first met him. But Steve finds it refreshing. He shakes his head and smiles,

“So what were you looking for? Maybe I can help?” he offers.

Argyle turns in a circle, letting go of Steve’s shoulder and opening his arms wide, like he’s presenting the store to Steve, “See man, I'm mentally preparing myself for the munchies. I kind of wanted to make a pizza but like sweet? You get me?”

“Like a pie?” Steve chuckles.

“That! Sounds delicious, dude! But I don’t know how to make a pie,” Argyle laments, and Steve has no idea what possesses him to say,

“I do. You want help?” 

Argyle stills his whole body and then shakes it before he starts snapping his fingers rapidly, startling Steve.

“Ok! Ok ok ok ok ok! Are you busy right now, man?”

“Just need to buy my groceries…” Steve says unable to keep the bewilderment off his expression.

“I’ll help you with that, we’ll buy things for the pie and then you invite me over, how’s that my dude?” Argyle says, no preambles, “I have a doobie and a lot of questions about all the shit that went down” he adds moving his eyebrows up and down quickly.

“What about Jon?” Steve can’t help but ask.

“Ah man, Jonny is with Nancy right now. Those two love birds had a lot to talk about, so I figured I’d make myself scarce.” Argyle answers, nodding apprehensively at his own statement.

Steve finds himself nodding along before saying, “Yeah, okay. Let’s do it!”

“Hell yeah, Stevie!” Argyle exclaims throwing his arms up and this time, Steve doesn’t cringe at the nickname.

After that, Argyle follows Steve through the store, helping him put things in the cart, making a few comments about differences in products or prices from California, but mostly staying out of the way and humming to himself. Steve asks him what he wants the pie to be (strawberries and chocolate) so he gets the ingredients for that too and then they are off.

When they get to his place, Steve tells him to get comfortable while he puts stuff away but Argyle helps him out before sitting on a tall stool in the kitchen and watching as Steve gets all the ingredients for the pie laid out.

“You know dude, you’re kind of exactly how I imagined you’d be,” Argyle tells him, gifting him another one of his smiles. 

“Really?” Steve asks surprised.

“Jon told me all about you, man,” he answers nodding. 

Steve raises an eyebrow at that, “And you still want to hang out with me?” he asks, half judgy, half defensive.

“Of course! Because you know what I got from it, dog?” Argyle asks and Steve just stares at him, afraid to know the answer.

“That you are a good person, Stevie! So you got off to a rocky start dude, so what? I think that makes you all the more interesting.”

Steve purses his lips in an attempt not to smile and raises an eyebrow.

“You went to hell and beyond for someone you didn’t even like! You’ve paid your dues and a half for whatever shit you did when you were younger and it could’ve made you bitter or closed off, man! But it didn’t. Not even the tiniest little bit. You barely know me and you invited me over and offered to bake pie for me, dude!” 

Steve chuckles and shakes his head, “You got all that from what Jon told you? Also you invited yourself over,” he jokes. 

Argyle laughs and then just shrugs, choosing to ignore Steve’s question about Jon.

He lets it go, and Argyle lights up the joint while he starts making the pie. After they both get a few hits, Argyle starts asking him about everything. ‘Start from the beginning’ he says.

Steve starts off a little stiff but gets looser with the weed and Argyle's presence and ends up telling him practically everything. Argyle asks a few questions every once in a while, sometimes about the process of making the pie. Sometimes some really intense shit like ‘and how did that make you feel?’, ‘did you think you were going to die?’ ‘were you scared?’.

Steve answers everything honestly, and it feels incredibly cathartic. His favorite questions are the ones about the pie though, and he smiles the biggest when Argyle says next time he’ll make one for him.

In turn, Steve asks him how he met Jon and chuckles when Argyle confirms his thoughts and tells him Jon didn’t like Argyle one bit at first.

“He said I was too happy. He didn’t trust it. Dude couldn’t trust anyone that hadn’t gone through some kind of shit in their lives” Argyle laughs, “But I can thaw even the coldest of hearts, man! As we got to know each other, he realized that I did have my own shit going on, but that happiness was a choice for me. Is who I had chosen to be.”

They talk about that too, how it wasn’t an easy choice. How some days it’s harder than others, to keep at it. How all the Upside Down shit affected him too.

By the time the pie is done and the joint is gone, Steve feels incredibly close to Argyle. Like they’ve been friends forever. 

“So that’s pretty much it,” he says with a sigh after finishing a rant about why he doesn’t keep in touch with his high school buddies because Argyle had asked about them.

“Dude, you’ve been through so much,” he says solemnly.

“Yeah, you know that’s…. Life…” Steve says, shrugging. He doesn't know exactly what to say, suddenly feeling very awkward at being seen.

“Nah, Stevie. Me being kicked out of my house as soon as I was old enough to get a job ‘cause my parents couldn’t afford to keep feeding me and my younger siblings…. That’s life.” Argyle says seriously and quickly dismisses Steve's worried face adding, “It’s ok dude, they were great parents, they raised me well and I still go visit every other weekend” And then sighs and looks sternly at Steve again,

“Like I said, that’s life. What you’ve been through? Was hell”

“The kids had it worse- Ell-” Steve starts but Argyle interrupts him.

“That doesn’t erase what you've been through, Steve. It doesn’t make it less of a nightmare, man.” Steve just looks at Argyle as what he’s saying sinks in. 

“And you got through it, dude. You came out the other side even a better person than when it started and like- you saved lives! You saved my best friend's life and like- like- you should be proud of yourself Stevie. I’m proud of you, man” he finishes with a carefree smile. As if he hadn’t just rocked the ground Steve was standing on. And he doesn't know if it’s the weed, or Argyle’s words, or both but Steve closes the distance between them and hugs him.

“Oh, hey! Hugs! I love hugs!” Argyle laughs, and hugs him back, taking it all in stride.

“Sorry,” Steve sniffles embarrassed, “I didn’t know I needed to hear that till you said it,” he croaks.

“Nah, it’s good. I got you” Argyle responds, patting his back lightly.

The hug is wonderful, friendly, warm, and just the right length but when he’s stepping away from Argyle, he hears a wary sound from the kitchen door.

“Uhm…hi” 

It’s Eddie. Pocker-faced and cautious and Steve knows him well enough to know he’s freaking out inside.

“Oh, hi! Eddie! Good to see you, dude!” Argyle says good naturally and completely out of the loop. Steve smiles at him too and rubs his eyes with the back of his hand to dry them off a bit.

Whatever Eddie was thinking goes out the window when he looks closely at Steve and walks towards him, leaning closer to look him in the eye, “You okay?” he asks concerned.

Steve nods and Argyle clears his throat, “I’m going to… set the table for three,” he says, so maybe, not as out of the loop as Steve first thought.

Eddie completely ignores Argyle and grabs Steve’s face, his thumb caressing the underside of his eye, “You really ok?” he asks again and Steve chuckles,

“Yeah,” he answers with a smile.

Eddie hums and then looks back towards where Argyle is opening and closing cabinets in the dining room, looking for plates, “So… Should I be jealous?” he asks and Steve snorts amused, 

“Of course not,” he says.

“You sure? ‘Cause maybe your type wasn’t curls and big eyes, maybe it was long hair and weed all along,” Eddie presses and Steve can tell he’s trying to make a joke out of it but is actually asking for real and Steve gets frankly, really annoyed.

“You know what? Maybe you should be jealous. Argy would never accuse me like that,” Inwardly he cringes at the nickname but it gets the point across. Eddie’s face falls and he looks devastated and terrified for a second before Steve smirks bitchily at him and then Eddie is frowning.

“Asshole” he murmurs, despite still holding Steve’s face as if it were precious and fragile.

Steve steps closer, placing his hands on Eddie’s waist, “You started it” he says as an apology. Kind of.

Eddie huffs and moves his hands to Steve shoulder’s, one thumb pressed to his pulse, “I regret it” 

Steve hums, “Just for the record? A little possessiveness is kind of hot,” he says and pecks the tip of Eddie’s nose, “You questioning my feelings for you? Is not.” and then flicks it.

“Dully noted,” Eddie nods.

Steve looks him in the eye as he leans closer, kisses him fully in the mouth firmly, eyes open the whole time, and then whispers “Good boy,” before he steps away.

He smirks again seeing the full-body effect his little stunt has on Eddie. The way his eyelids fall, his mouth opens, the goosebumps on his arm hair, and the shiver that runs through his spine. He takes a moment to take it all in before he smiles, less predatory and more friendly. Eddie smiles back, and shakes his head amused, like he can't believe Steve is real. He does that a lot.

Steve then takes Eddie’s hand on his own and kisses his knuckles before moving past him and dragging him to the dining room with him, 

“Now c’mon. Let’s go eat pie with my new friend”

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a coffee? a doobie? ☕🥐💕

[drytacomeat]

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐎𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐦

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧! 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐱 𝐟em!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐦𝐱𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 (𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡

(first smut, nervy smh) didn’t proofread tbh

Enjoy!

You, Eddie, and Steve had all been relatively close for a while. You and Eddie were childhood friends because you both were considered the weird kids growing up. You were the “fat” kid, and he was just “weird.” You enjoyed his company though, and you never figured he was weird by any means.

He was the sweetest boy you knew, the sweetest boy you would ever want to know. You were sure you were in love with him. You were almost sure that Eddie might have loved you too, that was until Steve Harrington came along and really confused you.

You knew that Steve and Eddie were…acquaintances. He used to be the Hawkins high school’s drug dealer, and jocks loved getting high off of shit they couldn’t even name. Steve was one of them. You always noticed how Steve failed to pick on Eddie or you for that matter, despite his friends giving you both near hell. He’d just watch from the sidelines with a grimace on his face, or he’d pretend not to be watching. It was weird you always thought.

The weirder part however was how much the two hung out now.

You often found the two getting high out of their minds in Eddie’s living room on nights that you had sat aside for premium movie watching…for just you and Eddie.

You remembered the first night where Eddie pulled you aside and almost begged you to let him stay.

“You won’t even notice he’s here.”

And you didn’t, not really.

Steve was very polite, overly polite even. He felt out of place between you and Eddie, and he didn’t want you to dislike him.

He immediately offered any snack Eddie handed to him to you, he let you pick the movie on his nights to pick, he let you get the majority of the blanket you three would share, and he would even let you dose off on his shoulder if you hadn’t leaned on Eddie already in your consciousness.

Steve was so nice, so so very nice. It was impossible for you to not end up liking him. He was so sweet to Eddie as well. He never really judged him for anything he liked, sure he would joke about him being a loser and such, but he never judged.

He would watch Eddie practice guitar as you sat at his desk doodling something. He even helped him paint his DND figurines once. Though they sometimes bickered like children, they appeared to be the best of friends now.

Steve was also great with keeping up with both you and Eddie’s interests. You mentioned to him once that you wish there was a way to enjoy sweets without all the sugar, and he baked you a batch of sugar free cookies.

He and Eddie ended up eating most of them after getting the munchies that night he brought them to you, but he made you another batch the next day.

He knew your favorite genres of movies and would bring over movies he thought you would like on nights where it was his turn to pick. He also brought over any new horror movie to make it to the store for Eddie.

He was just so thoughtful.

He knew how much you loved to care for others. He would often have Eddie to lay on your lap with him so you could stroke both of their hair.

Whenever you caught glimpse of either one of them looking up at you, your stomach churned.

They liked you showing them the extra care, and you loved it. They would call you out whenever you were being seemingly too caring as well.

“Don’t worry, mommy. It’s just a cut. I don’t need to be put on bed rest for it,” Steve teased after you had been almost panicking over him slicing his finger with the very sharp, very expensive kitchen knives Eddie so suddenly could afford.

The nickname made your cunt tingle in all honesty.

He began to call you that more, and Eddie joined in being the bothersome little shit he was.

So this had you stuck.

You knew you loved Eddie, but now you think you might love Steve too. You also thought Eddie loved Steve, and you were no competition to the either of them.

Eddie was beautiful and unique, and Steve was hot and caring. You just felt like neither of them would want you when they could have each other, so you began to step away from them subconsciously.

It had became easier when all of a sudden Eddie was able to buy himself his own apartment. It had 3 bedrooms, and you wondered how the fuck he was able to do that, or what he needed all the extra rooms for. You hardly ever spent the night.

You shortly found out that Steve had been cut off from his family and that he was moving in with Eddie. That explained why he got all the extra rooms, but it did not explain where he got the money.

However, this did seal the deal on what you thought your chances with either of them were. You decided it would just be easier for you if you distanced yourself from them.

It would hurt you less.

They didn’t pry at first, figured you were busy working or hanging out with other friends. After about a week of you not calling either of them, they were blowing up your phone and stopping by nonstop.

You sent them away explaining you were sick. That would buy you at least another week.

In reality, you had just been sitting home all day after your draining work shifts.

•

The day had been particularly shitty, and you decided that relieving some stress couldn’t hurt.

You really weren’t into hearing over exaggerated porno moans, so you opened the live stream portion of the only cite you even knew to go to for…special videos.

Nothing on the front page peaked your interest, but as soon as you switched to the second page, “Subby Boys Want to be Obedient for You” showed up under the user TheHairandDaredevil69. You chuckled at the user a bit before you decided to click on the live stream.

You enjoyed submissive men more than you probably should have, so you were quick to get comfortable as the screen loaded.

As soon as the loading screen went away, you nearly fell out of your bed at who came up on the screen.

You had to squint a bit to make sure your eyes were not playing tricks on you. The distinct tattoos and perfectly styled hair of the boys set into stone what you were seeing, though.

It was Eddie and Steve laid on what appeared to be at least a queen sized bed making out.

Steve wore nothing but some pink, silky boy shorts and white socks while Eddie was bare and stroking his own dick as Steve tweaked at his nipples.

His dick was pretty. It was bright pink at the tip, unruly dark curls matching those on his head, and it was not too big. You imagined how good it would feel inside your pussy and your mouth.

You couldn’t help but get turned on. I mean, here were the two boys you adored making out on camera right before your eyes.

You began to put together that this is probably where Eddie got the fucking money for an apartment.

He was very well…endowed, and you were very curious to see what Steve looked like under his underwear.

After a while, Steve took over for Eddie, now stroking him at a pace a bit slower. He looked towards the camera, and it felt as though he was looking directly into your soul.

“Want us to do more, huh? C’mon baby, just tell us. We’ll do anything for you, please,” he pleaded with the camera.

You could feel your pupils dilate as you let out a silent “fuck.” You brought your hands down to your panties. You could feel the moisture seeping through the already thin material.

MommyDomming1985: Fuck yeah, speed up a bit!

Bigboyboning: Fuck you two are hot!

HopperJ19: Looking for a third?

You circled over your clit as they continued their endeavors on live stream for 1,000 people to see. You would applaud them under normal circumstances.

As you began to add pressure to your clothed clit, Eddie moved Steve’s hand from his throbbing dick.

Your brows furrowed until he began to pull Steve on top of him.

“Hop on up, honey,” he smirked arrogantly.

You liked that he didn’t hide his character in his sexual streams.

Steve rolled his eyes as he was pulled to be seated onto Eddie’s lap.

Eddie pulled him into a feverish kiss. He brought his hands down to his hips and began to rock the boy against him.

“Aw fuck it,” you groaned and yanked your soaked panties halfway down your legs.

You attacked your clit in unorganized circles as you watched Eddie begin to roughly grind Steve down onto his front because you truly did not know if you wanted to be the one grinding Steve onto you or grinding yourself on Eddie’s hard dick.

“Wanna show ‘em baby? Wanna show ‘em what you got hiding away in that hot little ass, hm?” he snarled as he moved his hands down to grab at Steve’s ass.

Steve nodded urgently, as he went to place hot, wet kisses onto Eddie’s neck.

You couldn’t help the slight moans coming from your mouth as you sped up your own motions.

You wondered what Eddie meant by that. You never took Steve to be the type to like to play in his butt. You were wrong about a lot of things today, though.

Eddie maneuvered him over so he was bent over more, ass sticking farther out. He gave his ass a firm squeeze before pulling the boys underwear just underneath the fat of his cheeks. He fondled it, causing Steve to moan whorishly.

“Look at that ass,” Eddie groaned as he bit his lip. “Gonna show everybody.”

Eddie pulled the boys cheeks apart to reveal the jeweled plug nestled into his pink little hole.

He jiggled his cheeks as he held him open, and you couldn’t help but notice how the plug was particularly your favorite color.

Surely, it couldn’t be intentional you reasoned. They probably never would have expected you to find them. They definitely did not want you to.

Still, the scene was so hot that you brought your fingers down to the source of your leaking arousal. You dipped one finger into your sopping hole and let out a long, gutural moan.

“Wanna fuck him, mommy? Bet you want to fuck that ass, huh? Get a big strap just for him. Maybe stick a vibe in there. Watch him squirm around,” he growled, “You’d like that huh, baby?”

Your eyes widened immediately.

Mommy?

That’s what they both called you in tandem. Hell, they rarely even called you by your real name anymore. You thought it was innocent, teasing maybe.

Maybe you were wrong about that too.

He slapped Steve’s left asscheek, “Slut.”

ReadyToTop_.: fuck yeah, would love to see how he stretches.

Girlygirlfuntime: The way you say mommy gets me wet

Iddoit420: I’d do it.

Steve mewled but sat up too. He yanked Eddie back by his hair and stared intently into his eyes. “You’re a slut too, right? All it takes is someone messing with your hair and your big dumb cock is throbbing. Tell em, tell them that you’re a slut.”

Eddie looked directly into the camera as you inserted a second finger into your soaked cunt.

“Fuck yeah, ‘m a slut,” he smirked, “slut for you mommy.”

His sly grin nearly made you cum, but you knew the clarity and guilt would hit immediately, so you held off.

“Wish you were here mommy, put this little bitch in his place,” Steve groaned as he yanked on Eddie’s curls again, then leaned down to place a hot kiss onto his lips.

“Fuck want my fingers, baby?” Eddie asked once he pulled away. He groped Steve’s cheeks more before he looked directly into the camera. “Wanna see me finger that tight ass, mommy?”

The chat exploded as you found yourself subconsciously nodding.

MommyDomming1985: yeah! stretch him out for cock.

Callme_mast3r: fuck yes! bet he’d like it

Sadaddict69: sluts

Eddie slapped Steve’s ass causing him to let out a high pitched moan.

He bent Steve over again so that his head was laid on top of the pillows behind him, ass in the air.

He spread his cheeks with his large hands as he bit his bottom lip and looked up into the camera.

“Look at that boy cunt, mommy,” he groaned and jiggled the right cheek.

He grazed his fingernails over the plug before yanking Steve’s knees apart. He grazed over his balls and down towards the hem of the underwear resting underneath the boy’s butt.

He slowly rolled them down to Steve’s knees, much like how yours were settle on your legs

Now, Steve was fucking hung.

Even from this angle, you could tell he was packing.

His dick was an angry red color, probably from being tucked away this whole time. Poor baby.

Eddie ran his fingers over the boys cock, causing him to whimper. His fingers played with the tip as he marveled at Steve’s backside.

“He’s wet like a girl, mommy. Isn’t that hot?” Eddie grinned.

“Oh, fuck off,” Steve retaliated, and you grinned. They still bickered even in scene.

“Here, since you wanna be fucking bratty,” Eddie trailed off before he reached for something out of view.

Hell, you didn’t know what it would be, and that turned you on so much. You haven’t even seen the inside of their new apartment yet.

He pulled out what appeared to be a flesh light.

“No fucking way,” you whispered. When did he get that? How did he hide his seemingly vast collection of toys?

“Yeah, gonna slide that useless cock right in there f’me,” Eddie licked his lips as he took the cap off of it and placed it underneath Steve’s now quivering body.

He retrieved a bottle of lube from off screen and squirted a vast amount into the hole of the flashlight.

Steve wriggled his hips in anticipation, and you could see the fat of his ass jiggle slightly. You had to thank the years of adolescent sports for blessing this man with such an ass. You wanted to bite into it so bad.

“Yeah, slide that pretty cock in there, big boy. Just like that,” Eddie groaned as he watched Steve sink into it.

You pulled your tits out of your bra and removed the covers as you placed your laptop down onto your bed beside you so that you could reach deeper into your sloppy cunt.

“Aw shit,” you moaned as you heard yourself squelching messily.

“Fuck! So wet!” Steve shouted. Eddie placed a peck onto one of his many back moles. You wish you were there to kiss the rest.

“I know, honey. I know, but you better not move. You better not move until I get my fingers in this tight, pink pussy,” he commanded before slapping Steve’s ass again. This time his whimpers could be very clearly heard.

M4sterbro700: wow look at that hole!

Ihatem3n: beautiful!

Average.girl7: wow, nice ass

Eddie moved his focus back to the boy’s plugged hole. He tapped on the end of the plug, jiggled and tugged, rendering Steve impatient.

“Just get your fingers in me before I fucking do it myself!” he shrieked. Eddie’s jaw hung open.

“Feisty, baby. You need some patience. Maybe you’re the one who needs mommy to put you in your place, huh?”

Steve just nodded into the pillows. His hair bobbing messily.

The comments were begging Eddie to pull the plug out.

“Should I cut him some slack, guys?”

MommyDomming1985: yeah, wanna see that hole open

HopperJ19: yes

herforfn: yesssss please!

“Got lucky today, baby boy,” Eddie chuckled. He wrapped his fingers around the base of the plug. He tugged once, twice, thrice before the whole thing finally popped out of Steve’s butt.

His hole gaped from the sudden emptiness, and Eddie was quick to hold it open before it could wink close.

“Fuck, would you look at that? Wish I could shove my cock in there. Fuck, not tonight though,” he tsked.

You wondered why.

You couldn’t believe how much you actually wanted to see that, how hot that would be. Eddie fucking into Steve would make an excellent sight.

Eddie dipped down to lick a quick stripe over Steve’s puffy and now red hole.

“Mm, bet you wish you could taste him, mommy? Taste me too? Fuck,” he smiled as he reached for the lube bottle.

He warmed the lubricant up between his fingers before making his way towards Steve’s hole. He circled the puffy rim before finally dipping his fingers into him.

“Hngh!” Steve moaned.

“Fuck, look at that,” Eddie said towards the camera as he slowly moved his finger in and out of the squirming boy. “Yeah, you can start moving, baby. Know you wanna fuck that toy. You’re so desperate for it, huh?”

“Yea-yes. S-so desperate!”

Eddie switched hands quickly, Steve didn’t seem to notice as he was fucking his hips down into the flesh light.

He leaned on back as he lazily fucked his two fingers in Steve’s ass. He began to steadily stroke his cock as he read the chat.

HopperJ19: bet he looks so pretty cumming

Gayrainbowkitt34: need more ass shots please!

Iwillmakeyoumine21: you look so hot stroking and fucking him!

“Fuck,” he sighed as he sped up his ministrations on his cock. You always knew Eddie was quite dexterous.

He pulled his right hand from his cock and pulled Steve into a hot, rushed kiss.

The kiss was beyond sloppy. You could see it was all teeth, tongue, and spit. Eddie pulled them apart to lick over Steve’s lips before placing a small peck on them. He maneuvered him to lay back down onto the pillows before he reached his right hand down to help the boy move faster into the toy.

“Aw. I bet you wish that was mommy’s pussy, huh? You wish it was mommy’s pussy baby? Her hot, fat cunt choking your slutty little cock? I know, honey, but you need to tell her. Tell mommy how much you wish it was her that you were fucking,” Eddie egged on as bounced Steve’s ass into the toy.

“Mommy, please! Pl-fuck! Please, need it. Need your pussy. Want you to fuck me up! Wan’ it, wan’ it! More, more baby please!” Steve near yelled.

You brought your other hand to your clit to rub it in sloppy circular motions as you fucked your cunt with three fingers now.

“Fuck yeah, baby. Fuck mommy’s pussy,” you found yourself moaning along.

Eddie focused back on his cock, pumping it quickly. Sweat was glistening on his forehead, and his hair was bouncing with the movements of his own hand and Steve’s rapid humps back onto Eddie’s fingers and into the toy.

“Can I cum, mommy? Can I please fucking cum?” Eddie sighed, his dominance put to the side, “Ask her, baby. Ask mommy can you come.”

Steve moved so that both of his hands could hold onto the body of the flesh light so that he could piston into it hard, ass jiggling.

“Mommy please!” he moaned girlishly, before letting out a string of “uh-uh-uh”s.

“Cum baby, fucking cum for mommy,” you replied as though they could hear you.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum!” Steve chanted. His pitch only getting higher as he got closer and closer to orgasm. Eddie’s fingers were barely following any pattern as he was jerking his dick at the speed of light.

“Fuck, cumming!” Eddie grunted out as the creamy white splashed onto his stomach, chest, and fingers. Steve had jerked harshly into the toy at the sound of Eddie’s grunts, his ass jiggling harshly one last time.

You screwed your eyes shut as you focused on your own orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you let out as your body clenched, and you came. You continued to slowly stroke your fingers into your cunt to push yourself through it.

As you were coming down, Eddie had flipped Steve over onto his back, popping the fleshlight off of his cock.

He brushed Steve’s hair out of his face sweetly before placing a gentle kiss onto his lips.

“Look at that little cream pie,” he smiled as he showed the cum leaking out of the flesh light. Steve shoved him a little before sitting up and pulling his pink underwear back up.

Your chest heaved as you began to gain consciousness again.

“Alright, guys. Sorry we have to go so soon, but me and the Hair here have other things to attend to. We’re busy boys, hm?” he smiled towards Steve.

“Yeah. See you next time, mommy. Maybe you’ll join us.”

With that, you slammed your laptop closed.

Fuck, what have you done.

Pt. 2 coming soon :^>

[inkdrinkerworld]

if you’re looking for logan requests, idk if you do this or not but i’d love to see how he would react with a s/o whose high and giggly af- kinda how he’d react

Logan hadn’t been around you when you’ve had a smoke before, he’s always at the institute and you always need a smoke when he’s gone for longer than a week.

It’d been three weeks and you’re on your second blunt when he shoulders the door of your cottage home open.

The first thing he smells is the burning of it and then he hears you giggling and smiles.

“Lo?” You call, leaning over the back of your sofa hair falling in your eyes as you catch sight of your burly boyfriend stomping into the house.

“Hi, princess,” he kisses your forehead and sets his bags down. “How’re you?”

“Good,” there’s a giggling quality to every sound in your voice and Logan has to struggle real hard to keep his face passive. “There’s dinner, I made pesto pasta and chicken cutlets.”

“Thank you baby, I’ll eat in a little while.” He sits beside you and pulls you into his lap, your half smoked blunt held far away from Logan.

“Do you think if you smoked this you’d get high? I don’t know if your body would just regenerate and clean it out of your system.”

Logan watches you take another inhale and turn your face away to blow it out. “Maybe, I’ve never felt the need to try it.”

“It’s fun, makes you feel nice.” You finish the blunt off all by yourself, giggling even more, especially when Logan’s hands find your waist.

“Do you want any snacks? Anything to munch on?” This part of the dance he’s familiar with, getting all your favourite munchy snacks ready for you.

“Not yet, you smell nice.” You bury your nose to his neck and then to his chest and arms. “Why do you smell so nice?”

Logan chuckles as you try tucking your nose along every crook on his body. His hand pushes your forehead away, “I showered before I came back. Used that body wash you got me.”

“Let me smell you again, Logan.” You try turning your head free of his palm and giggle madly when you do and tuck your face into his shirt.

“You’re something else, girl. Completely something else.” He kisses your forehead gently and lets you busy yourself with sniffing him like a dog- at least till you get hungry.

[lovebugism]

smut?? i’ve been thinking about this for awhile… drunk steve and drunk you have sex and it’s all mushy and giggly and you’re slamming into things and knocking shit down but you don’t care because you’re drunk and in love

thanks for your request angel!! — the one where steve fucks you in eddie munson's bathroom (established relationship, smut, 18+ mdni, 1.9k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

A drunk giggle spills from your swollen mouth as Steve ushers you into Eddie Munson’s bathroom. 

It’s barely big enough for one person — let alone two — but you’re pressed too intently together for it to matter much. You stumble inside, making out like teenagers, and only stilling when your back meets the counter’s edge.

You’re smiling too big for Steve to kiss you as ardently as he wants to. His rosy mouth trails down your neck instead. He sprinkles sloppy, wet kisses along the warmed skin there — you taste like moonlight, summer air, and floral perfume.

You laugh louder when his large palms manhandle you to the countertop, ushering you further backward until you’re sitting pretty on the white laminate. The heavenly sound of your giggle is mixed with the harsh clattering of soap, aftershave, and hairspray. Some of it falls next to you, others hit the floor.

“Steve!” you protest, louder than you mean to. The beer numbing your mouth has also loosened your tongue, it seems.

Undeterred by the mess, the boy keeps on kissing you. He suckles just below your jaw, licking at your pulse point until you make a pretty noise for him. A smack fills the tiny bathroom when he parts from you. 

His smile is crooked, and his eyes twinkle with alcohol and adoration. “It’s okay, babe— don’t worry about it.”

Even though you’re still distantly worried about the havoc you’re wreaking in the Munson trailer, you have half a mind to believe him.

Everyone else was too busy getting drunk by the lake — because if Eddie Munson graduating wasn’t a cause to get shitfaced, you didn’t know what was. Steve had pulled you away with the excuse of raiding the kitchen for food. It wasn’t the strangest excuse in the world. The munchies often hit him hard after the first joint. Everybody was too drunk, too high, or too absorbed in conversation to care.

With Wayne having departed to work the wretched graveyard shift and the younger kids having long gone home, it left you and Steve with an empty trailer and unkissed mouths. 

Both were very easily filled.

You’re hoping you will be, too.

Steve’s mouth engulfs your own again. His tongue swipes against yours with a newfound vigor, tasting vaguely of Budweiser and peppermint. Your fingers twist in his honey-colored locks as he kisses the breath from your lungs. 

Your sigh fans against his cupid’s bow when his fingers sneak beneath the hem of your skirt. They’re long and warm creeping between your thighs — you part him instinctually. A whimper sounds from within your throat when the tips of them drag gently across your clothed cunt. His smile curls against your mouth when he feels the wet patch dampening the cotton.

Your lips click when he parts from you. You mourn the taste of him, though your grief quickly ebbs when his fingers pull your panties to the side. The pad of his thumb presses between your velvet lips in search of your clit. He finds it almost instantly, smirking when your thighs clench around his wrist.

“There?” he questions anyway, thumbing more intently at the sensitive button until you keen.

“Yes,” you moan in the affirmative — louder when he slips a finger into you. His pointer finger slides in with little effort from all the honey you leak for him. His middle finger slithers in next to it just the same.

Steve kisses you again, a bit rough in his drunken state. The sudden force of his adoration knocks you slightly backwards. Your shoulders collide with the poorly hung mirror behind you. It bangs against the drywall and jostles the bottles on the surrounding shelves. A few of them fall like rain around you. A small container of baby powder tumbles to the counter and then to the floor with a dense thud. 

You gasp against Steve’s mouth when white dust bursts from the cap.

“Steve!” you exclaim again, not laughing as you part from him this time.

His brows scrunch as he shakes his head, lazy and uncaring. “It’s okay—”

“Eddie’s gonna get mad!”

Steve groans. His scruffy features scruff in contempt as he pouts. “Can we please not talk about another guy while my fingers are inside you, babe? I’m beggin’.”

A smile tugs at your buzzing lips. A giggle spills from them before you can stop it. “Sorry, Stevie…”

His mouth finds your neck again. He sprinkles sloppy kisses there, occasionally nipping at the thrumming tendons. Spurred on by your pretty whimpered moans, he crooks his fingers within your pulsating walls until his forearm starts to burn.

“Missed you,” he mumbles into your burning skin.

“I’ve been with you all night,” you retort with a soft laugh. It turns into a moan when he rolls your clit with the pad of his thumb. The hand not entwined in his hair, clutches his flexed bicep.

“Yeah, but it’s been, like, forever since I’ve gotten to touch you.”

Your grin widens even though he can’t see it with his face pressed so intently in your neck. 

He’s good at making the small things feel more dramatic than they really are — like going a couple of days without fucking you, for example. You laugh about it, but you don’t realize how much you’ve missed him back until he’s touching you all over.

“It’s been four days—  if that.”

“Exactly,” he hums as he parts from you. The muscles of his toned arm tense as he braces himself along the counter. His other arm continues to pleasure you, wrist twisting to find the spot that makes you keen.

“I’ve been neglecting you, huh?” he lilts in a murmur. 

Your gaze goes lidded, heavy with pleasure, as his fingers push further into you. You try your best to keep his stare. His clenched jaw, strong nose, and chocolate eyes are too pretty to look away from. 

“I can tell. Your pussy’s fucking drooling for me, baby.”

A moan spills from your mouth at his wicked words — louder when his fingers hit a spot inside you that feels like a lightning strike down your spine. Your neck tenses as you toss your head back. 

“Please, fuck me,” you beg in an unabashed whine.

And who was Steve to deny his best girl of anything?

He slips his fingers from your cunt, though your walls threaten to suckle him back in. 

You pout at the emptiness — brows furrowed, nose softly scrunched, and lips jutted out. Steve chuckles at the sulking expression on your pretty face while his hands make quick work of his belt.

His cock is hard and aching when he frees it from the confines of his briefs. He jerks it in his fist, visibly heavy in his hand. Your mouth drools at the sight of it, flushed red at the tip and leaking pearly white pre-cum. 

You’d beg for a taste of him if you weren’t so painfully needy.

You lean against the mirror again, more gently this time. Steve’s arm sits just over your shoulder as he braces his hand against the glass. Before you have time to complain about the print he’s definitely smudging there, the bulbous tip of his cock drags up and down your satiny cunt. The slick you pool for him allows him to effortlessly sink into you. 

His cock pushes through your pulsating walls, inch by relentless inch. A moan spills from your open mouth, a delicate sound that entwines with the hearty groan that spills from Steve’s throat. He doesn’t still until his hips are wedged firmly against yours.

The small bathroom of a trailer that belonged to neither of you quickly fills with whimpers, moans, and whispered pleas.

The sting and drag of his cock in your quivering hole drives you wild. Tongue slackened with alcohol, you whine as you babble — “It’s so good. You’re so good to me, Stevie. Fucking me so good.” Your legs wrap around his hips to press him closer to you, even though you’re not entirely sure you could take much more in your sensitive state. 

“Gimme all of it, baby,” you slur anyway. “I want all of it.”

Needing you too badly to fuck you as slow as he usually likes to, he holds your thigh over his hip with one hand and braces his other over your shoulder — fucking you for all your worth on Eddie’s bathroom sink. 

His merciless cock punches into you. Between his measured thrusts, he grumbles. “Take it then, baby— fucking take it. ’S yours. All of it.”

He says it because he means it, but also because he knows how much you like it. Steve loves how much you love hearing his little reassurances. He needs them too sometimes — most times. 

The lewd nature of his innocent promises makes your cunt clench around him.

“Mine,” you whimper when your orgasm creeps up your spine. Your swollen clit meets the base of his cock with each of his thrusts, rubbing against the coarse thatch of pubic hair there. It burns, deliciously so, and makes you keen for him. You keep on babbling. 

“’S my cock, Stevie. Mine— oh, fuck—”

You grow impossibly wetter. The slap of his heavy balls against your silk pussy sounds within the tiny room in time with the subtle banging of the mirror behind you. You’re lucky the rest of the group was outside. Neither of you could be quiet if you tried.

Your words make him buckle down over you. Honey-colored tendrils fall over his forehead as he leans over you to devour your mouth. His broad body cages you against the counter while he punches deeper and deeper inside you. 

Your lips slide together in a sloppy, needy mess. You cling desperately to his t-shirt, right where his back flexes, as you climb your peak.

“Come inside me,” you plead against his mouth, over the sound of your bodies slapping together. “Please, come inside me. I need it, Stevie. Need it so fucking bad.”

Steve whines a broken moan when he parts from you. He fucks into you harder, a relentless pace that sends burning embers prickling at your sensitive clit. He rambles as he races towards his own orgasm.

“‘M gonna give it to you, baby,” he promises through labored pants. “I’m gonna— fuck— I’m gonna give you all my cum. Gonna give my girl all my fucking cum—”

Neither of you last more than ten seconds after that. 

Steve comes first. 

The feeling of his cock spitting several warm loads into your welcoming pussy was enough to make you burst seconds after. 

His body leans heavily against your own as he comes down, unintentionally pinning you as you twitch through the aftershocks of your head-spinning orgasm.

The bathroom — much messier than it had been when you first stumbled in — fills with the sounds of labored breaths and smacking kisses.

Steve’s lips dance across cheek, jaw, and neck while you whine through your slowly ebbing high. You’re jolted from the post-coital haze at the distant sound of the trailer door clicking open and shut again. 

The two of you tense instantaneously.

“Shit,” Steve huffs breathlessly. “We need to get back out there.”

He makes no attempt to move off of you, though. Your cunt warms his softening cock too sweetly for him to ever want to leave it. Not that he could just yet, anyway. His limbs feel too much like jello for that now.

With wide eyes, still bleary with honey, you blink up at him. “Do you think they heard?”

“Of course, I did!” Robin suddenly grouses from the other side of the door. It doesn’t sound like she’s standing at the entrance, though. Her muffled voice comes slightly lower, as though she were sitting right next to it. “You two are the loudest people on planet Earth! I’ve been waiting to use the bathroom for five whole minutes— so if I pee my pants, you two are to blame!”

[carajilloplz]

smoke sesh w joost

sorry but yours truly is a lowkey pothead and i haven't smoked in forever because it's illegal in my state so i will be indulging

joost smoking headcanons

i am personally the type to go nonverbal but joost? he'll be the giggliest bitch in the circle. EVERYTHING will make him burst into the most contagious laughter, especially when you start coughing after taking too big of a hit from your bong. you never know why but it always makes him laugh and you just laughed along.

he's also the one who taught you how to roll a joint. once, when you confessed you didn't know how to, he sat you down and taught you how to roll one.

"yes, so keep tightening a little as you roll up... yes, just like that! and ok before you go all the way just give the edge a little lick. good! that's actually great for your first holy shit."

"now I never have to buy prerolls." you said, proudly holding up your lighter to your creation.

oh and the sex? amazing. we know that from bad habit ofc. he just loses himself and, once again, is an absolute munch especially while high.

you'll watch the weirdest things when high. you had finished the midnight gospel a million times, your heart always tender for joost on the last episode, and would have spongebob on loop when you couldn't pick. you'd gone through the entire harry potter series, all of the lego movies and your favorite so far that was new to joost was dazed and confused.

you guys also come up with the best munchies, especially when it's an idea that both of you come up with, like the cookie-oreo-brownie amalgamation that you made once.

"shut up joost! i saw it on tiktok and it sounds really good right now."

he shrugs, "ok fine, i trust you schatje. i'll get on with making the cookie dough"

and there's nothing better to him than just laying in bed on a lazy sunday and sharing a joint with you. no sunday scaries for the week because you'd gotten everything sone, so it was just you in his arms, the smoke curling around you two as the soft sun leaks through the windows.

"joost we are becoming sluggish, lazy, and unconcerned."

"stop quoting frank ocean's mom to me, oh my god."

A/N: um n e wayz i'm literally just pumping out content lol enjoy it before i start my internship...

[emmyrosee]

“If I die one more time because you guys say some fuck shit, you’re getting banned.”

Kenma’s been on this boss for hours. Well, an hour and twenty three minutes, to be exact, as his recording time so graciously wouldn’t let him forget. In his chat, there’s a flurry of people who backseat him to tell him how to beat the boss (mods will take care of them later, but it’s still obnoxious), people laughing and a few encouraging comments being tacked on with some generous donations.

At this point, he just wants to end the stream and beat it in the focus of his own company.

But he won’t. Because it’s his job or whatever.

“Kenny?” A voice calls: your voice. Kenma softens and turns to the door, ignoring his character as it dies again. “I bought you some munchies since you didn’t answer my text.”

“Hey princess,” he hums, smiling and leaning his head back against the chair. “Sorry i didn’t get back to you, I’m in the fuckin’ thick of it. How was lunch?”

“It was good,” you say, smiling and bending down to kiss his nose. “The girls say hi and that they’ll watch later; whatcha doin’?”

Kenma gives you a groan of exhaustion, “I’m suffering, that’s what. This game is horrifically hard.”

“I told you it would be, Ken.” Despite your ‘I told you so’, he chuckles and puckers his lips out for a proper kiss, which you comply with happily. In your peripheral, chat spams with orange hearts- your designated emoji amongst his fans- and puke faces for the affection you two just shared.

He hums and pulls away softly, “you wanna give it a whirl? Maybe some new eyes will make this shit easier.”

“You’re the gamer in this dynamic babe,” you snort. Despite this, you scoot to the side so he can get up and switch places with you, watching with a smile as you get settled in his oversized chair.

Chat explodes with an absolute inflation of orange hearts, flowing a mile a second, and it makes you smile to be seen in such a positive light, even if this is far from the first time they’ve seen or supported you.

“Hi guys!” You say eagerly, grabbing the controller while he leans over the back of the chair. The chat quickly fills up with words of wisdom and “GOOD LUCKS!” while Kenma plants a kiss to your cheek. “What do I have to do?”

“Basically just beat the boss; I’ve found that kinda breaking the game by rolling behind the boss and then pressing ‘y’ for the super attack is best, but hey. I’ve also been stuck on this boss since you left, so I don’t really know anything.”

“Thanks for the help,” you snort, but with a roll of your shoulders to get comfortable, you take on the task.

And it goes well! For the first few seconds.

Slowly then after, it turned into you running away from the boss and blaming Kenma- in your defense, he likes his buttons to do certain things, it’s different than you are used to!- while all along, trying to roll behind the boss to swing at his back.

It’s very amusing to everyone but you.

“How are you so bad at this?” He cackles, and you quickly try to shush him.

“Shut up!” You giggle, shaking your head. Your character lays a slash of their sword, but the game doesn’t seem to register it- if anything, your character gets the hit.

“No! Fuck!” You cackle out a whine, while behind you Kenma tugs at his hair in amused disbelief.

“Please- dear god, I will buy you a ring right now if you just get one hit on this boss-“

“DONT SAY THAT!” You whine, hands immediately starting to shake as you tap mercilessly on the buttons, cheeks ablaze while the grin on your face refuses to falter.

This, to your distracted dismay, causes chat to explode, taking your already shaky focus and making it somehow less existent.

dankondits: you’re making the poor lady stressed!

notakodzukenfan: I’ll marry her no cap-

notemmyrosee: 🧡🧡🧡

slobonthyknob: Kodzuken simp, confirmed???

lasagnahypeeee: our baby streamer growing up ;-;

corner.of.internet: when she’s bad at video games but still a 10>>>>

Thank you kuroosassscheek for the 15000 bits: BUY THE WOMAN A RING BEFORE I DIE OF OLD AGE!

“Kuroo, not helping!” You whine, cheeks an absolute scorch while all Kenma does behind you is snicker. Traitor.

Between the absolute unsupportive nature of your boyfriend and all eyes of the Internet being on you as you fail over and over again, you finally cave and give up.

With a pout, you plant the controller back on the desk, letting the opponent hit you with its many attacks, all the while your character grunts in pain. You must look like a child, because the next thing you feel is Kenma’s lips against your cheek, and it causes that pout to finally break up. “You did good,” he praises. “It’s a hard boss; I’m glad you tried it.”

“Me too,” you confess. You lean in to give him a proper kiss, laughing into it as Kenma holds his large hand up, as if to shield the affection from his watchful viewers. You part with a nudge of his nose, and when his hand comes down, you lace your fingers with his. “It was fun, but I think I’ll leave the gaming to you.”

slimesloppy_: EWWWWWWWW

bosscat867: awww dad’s in love 🧡🧡🧡

razzledazzletoes: UR A COUPLE OF SLUTS!!

zedlerlover: use protection kids

anameicantpronouce: 🧡🧡🧡

blitznbawls: 🧡🧡🧡

brucespringsteendaddy: follow for more tips and tricks

tinytivvies: mrs kodzuken 🧡🧡🧡

“Fair enough,” he chuckles, standing back up to let you slip out of the gaming chair. Your eyes avoid chat, you see all the laughing stickers scrolling though, and you shake your head as your hands reach for the headset.

“Alright chat. Here’s Kodzuken. Hope you enjoyed the interlude.” You push up and out of the chair, letting Kenma slip right in and take your spot. As you turn to leave, you offer him one last call- “oh! When you do buy that engagement ring, I expect no less than 6 karats.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” he scoffs, watching you leave with a cheesy smile on his face. He turns back to the camera and slips his headset back on, “dummy. Got you one with 10, you think this is my first day?”

Chat once again explodes with excitement while Kenma merely smirks and goes back to his game, looking at the boss with new eyes and the chat focused on something else.

[bunnisari]

✧.*— rando plug!eren hcs <3

( written with black fem reader in mind )

he’s pretty possessive over his clientele like buying from another dealer AS his gf too!?? you basically cheated on this man. + if you have a rlly good high off it too he just b so salty

wants to be like engulfed by you. doesn’t matter how he just knows you better be suffocating him. tits, ass, or stomach he dgaf

he’s actually really weird like deadass like deep down inside he’s a sticky ipad kid he just is

purposely sings horribly to your favorite song to annoy you

he greedy as hell because he’s always high therefore he always has the munchies

you bring him along to family events all the time <33

he gon always fuck up some soul food after taking a walk with you and your cousins

loves rotel dip (this be hitting especially at baby showers😩)

always tells you he doesn’t wanna be friends with you anymore when he gets really mad at you because there’s no way he could ever break up with you (you’re still dating….just not friends 😁)

loves chipotle

loves late night grocery shopping with you

he likes it when it queef😨 he claims it lets him know he’s “hitting it right” and “she’s talking back to him”

you get so embarrassed and he purposely does it to make you even more flustered

[willownwisp]

love like a love song

a love sung, is a love that is lived.

author's note: hi, i'm opening my requests now so feel free to send asks for me! just peek at my nuh-uh list in my pinned for the things i'm okay with and fandoms that i write. also i still suck at titles, and pardon if my format isn't set yet, and my writing style changes. i'm an indecisive air sign also pls befriend me </3 it's so lonely in tumbles w/o friends the fic isn't dialogue heavy as i want to focus on feelings. <3 cw: nsfw mdni pls, SOFT AND FLUFFY, reader is a hopeless romantic and leon is hopelessly in love, fem!reader x di!leon kennedy, p in v.

What once was a sneaky mission to ease your midnight munchies turns into embarrassment when Leon, ever the alert and seasoned agent, catches you leaving his side, and unfortunately thwarting your plans as he follows the sound of your soft footsteps towards the kitchen. Finding you and wrapping his arms around your waist, the height difference making you nuzzle up into his chest and you smile up at him. Sleepy blue eyes, looking at you like you were his life line, and he's never shy to admit that you are. So you look at him like he's the only man in the world, you hope your memory etches every detail of his face because you are so disgustingly in love with each other, sometimes words fall short, and you want to love him with all that your body can show. You never learned how to dance, skipping prom might have been the best idea you've ever struck in your high school mind occupied with thoughts of wanting to be different, coupled with your averseness to boys. Leon doesn't dance, never learned to, the only dance he knows is a tango with death most of his life. Perhaps dancing in the palms of top brass? You pick. Yet the two of you both find yourselves in the kitchen at midnight, you in one of his old shirts, faded with time, Leon in his sweats swaying with you to the beat of nothing but the thrumming in his chest as he cradles you close to him.

It's laughably corny how the moonlight illuminates your eyes, the argentine glow of that lone moon like a spotlight as it peeks through the opened kitchen window. No words are spoken when he sways your body along with his as you are caged in his arms, you face him, and he stops in his tracks. If you were a cartoon character, you'd have hearts for eyes by now. Tired blue eyes looking back at yours, and you swoon, because you know you're his life line, and you're proud to be his. Leon captures your lips in a sweet kiss, you sigh in his mouth before your hands reach up to cup his cheeks, the feeling of his stubble on your skin is one of your favorite sensations, second only to him kissing you. Leon kisses you like tomorrow doesn't exist for him, he savors the taste of your lips that murmur sweet nothings when you think he's asleep, yet only pretending to, just to hear you. You're the only tender thing in his life, so he worships the softness of your skin, the gentle youth you had in you, because that will never be him. Your soft sighs, pleasant moans, are adorable to him, especially when you try to reach him, standing on the tips of your toes because you're cute like that. "Leon? Lovey?" "Hm?" "I love you so much my heart almost always wants to explode." You confess to him, and he swears he could cry, but not now. Leon scoops you up in his arms and lays you down the kitchen table unceremoniously. He covers your body with his and he kisses you all over, while you're wide-eyed and sighing whenever his lips land on your skin, leaving a trail of heat. Calloused hands slowly pulling up his old shirt to expose your bare breasts as he rains kisses down on you. Worship and devotion, Leon kisses the valley between your breasts, thumbs massaging your nipples while his kisses trail south. His fingers hooked on your panties before he gently takes it off of you. His lips follow south, pressing open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs down to your calves. He grins at the glistening wetness on your pussy before he presses a chaste kiss on your clit, another one, and another one before lapping at your wetness like you're a goddess feeding him ambrosia. Because Leon is a starved man, but with your appearance in his life, his hankering for love, affection, company is quenched and more. So he loves you with his mouth until you cum on his tongue. Your fluids coating his stubble but he doesn't care. When his cock slips inside you, he doesn't move, not yet. He puts his weight on you, lacing his fingers with yours because he doesn't just have sex with you. He makes love, because you are the embodiment of love for him. You savor his fullness, and he delights in the way you clench around him. Sometimes he wonders if there is another way to be even closer to you, to be one with your very soul. His thrusts are slow, he doesn't focus on roughness. That was for when he's stressed, or when he has gotten home after an op and wants to feel you, to anchor himself in your warmth. You lazily wrap your legs around his waist and sigh, your hands bringing him down as you cup his cheeks to let his forehead rest on yours. Deep blue eyes that hold the deepest depths of his love for you, and you stare into that ocean and dive with him. When you cum, you cum together. Basking in that love with the beating of both your hearts and the syncing of both your breaths. After a moment of silence, Leon smiles and whispers: "I love you so much that my heart wants to explode."

[milkzoro]

hes got the munchies and he’s super horny! mdni

monkey d luffy // cunnlingus & backshots

✩°𓏲⋆🌿. ⋆⸜ 🍵✮˚

after scouring up all the snacks in the kitchen and helping yourselves, he feels it, the growing pain of his cock being restricted in his little pants. he slowly stoped eating his chunk of food to look at you with even more hunger in his gaze.

he doesn’t stop his eyes from darting from your hips to your face, he craves you so bad that he can’t help but shamelessly rub his cock through his shorts—his eyes hung low and shaky breaths escaped his lips as he unapologetically did so.

“luffy? i can see you you know.” you peered at him and giggled while continuing to snack on your pastry. everything seemed so funny in the moment.

as shaky breathes left his parted lips, he slowly dropped his hand back down to rest at his sides.

he reached for you. “yea. can’t help it peach, you look so tasty.”

you couldn’t stop giggling. “you could’ve just said soooo, you look tasty too.”

you abandoned your tasty treat and walked over to your other tasty treat, but this one seemed more appealing, his soft rosy cheeks and furrowed eyebrows, you had to help him out. after leaving your spot in the kitchen, your hands held onto his cheeks to give him lots of wet kisses everywhere. while in the kiss, you positioned your thighs in a way that slightly teased the bulge in his pants. you can feel him go wild, rutting his hips into your clothed leg.

he wraps around you tightly, pulling you deeper against him as he humps you like a puppy. the relief is enough to make him cum be he needs a taste of you, he was so starved after all.

he detached himself and lifted you up to sit on the edge of the kitchen table, pulling down your jeans and panties in the process.

he stared in awe for a moment before fully diving in, licking fat stripes on your cunt. your lips fell open with pleasure—trembling deeply between your thighs—you had to grip the edge of the counter to hold yourself up. “hold still y/n i don’t wanna have ta chase you.” he’s on his knees and between your legs admiring the slick glistening on your pretty pussy.

his tongue worked at your clit and he nipped along the inside of your thighs, leaving trails of spit everywhere.

he hummed against you, locking his rubbery arms around your legs as he suffocated himself, “does it feel good, peach?? cause oh my fucking i could just eat ya for hours.” he was getting restless beneath you, accidentally shaking the cabinet as he thrusts against them to try and find some friction down there.

“hahhhh ah yes! yes lu…..” your nails grazed his locks, scratching and pulling softly at his thick strands. “your tongue feels ah! s-so good baby boy~” just as your words left your lips, you felt two of his fingers slip inside. he slurped and pumped his digits steadily, stroking the inside of your pillowy walls. convolutions of pleasure made your body twitch against his soft tongue.

your were nearing your orgasm. his soft lips molded perfectly against your clit and folds as he kissed them, keeping a steady pace to get you to come on his tongue.

“you gonna cum yet baby? tell me, am i eatin ya good enough?”

you griped his hair harder to ride his face, his powerful tongue flicked against your clit once he felt you clench tightly around his fingers, he curled them up and swirled around you simultaneously to get you to come undone.

waves of ecstasy flood your system, moaning and grinding against him as you let go.

“baby! oh my god lu! im coming, ahhhah!”

he wiped the slick from his face with the back of his hand before hungrily hoisting you down from the counter and carrying you to his bed.

he held you over his shoulders, ass up and face toward the floor, you couldn’t see him but you knew he had his big typical grin plastered on his face as he carried you like a doll. “cmon we’re not done yet! s’mine turn y/n!”

he tossed you on the bed with care, hovering over your limp body as he undid the buttons of his shorts. the gray fabric underneath them were stained with his precum. once fully undressed, he squeezed the base of his heavy cock as he held your gaze. “turn over y/n, wanna hit you deep, so deep that you’re drooling and screaming my name.”

you followed his orders, flipping over and positioning yourself in a way where your ass was sticking up in the air for him—you could feel the cold sea air hit the slick of your dripping cunt. one of luffy’s strong hands cupped the small of your waist making your arch more extreme. his other hand held your ass, using his thumb to stoke up and down your wet pussy. he squeezed the skin hard and pushed in his thumb, you cried from overstimulation in the pillows below you. “lu- luffy~”

“holy shit, peach! you’re so wet! let me get one more taste!” you heard him muffle a giggle and him shift behind you. you weren’t expecting it, but he quickly removed him thumb and gripped both sides of your plush ass with strong fingers—he dipped his head down to meet with your needy cunt. taking only one fat lick from your clit to your entrance, poking his tongue in swiftly before slurping you one last time. you gripped the sheets as he did so, your hole tightening as you cried for him.

“luffy stop! aghh stop t-teasing!”

“mmm i know peach, but are you ready? i don’t think i’ll be able to stop myself from fucking this pretty cunt of yours.” his hands worked at the skin of your ass and thighs, massaging and kneeling at your soft tissue.

he lined up his heavy cock to your wet entrance, circling his tip around your sensitive bud.

“fuck! luffy please god please i’m ready! need you so bad lu-“

he was needy himself, the anticipation of the pleasure was eating him alive, you looked so pretty for him. he cut you off and slipped easily into you, he practically melted at the feeing of your perfect cunt consuming all of him so effortlessly. “oh fuckk! so so warm. . . shit, can i move peach?”

the gushing pleasure between your thighs was intense but ohhh so good, you bounced back on him to get him moving again, your mouth was preoccupied with biting down on your lower lip.

you struggled with your words.. “lu. . . please. . . move.” pleas and begs left your drooling lips.

he pulled out slowly, feeling your tight walls hug his begging tip made the dirtiest sounds drip from his sweet mouth. his rough hands pushed down on the small of your back before following through with his fast strokes. “so tight y/n and so fucking wet baby. how’s my dick feel? haaah- tell me.”

“f-feels so good lu! please, don’t stop. . . auuh!. . . fucking me like that!”

your walls pulled around his cock, wishing for him to fill you up.

“peach? mm so close, say my name fa me?”

his hips rammed into you with the same momentum as his words, bottoming out with each stroke from his long shaft. that same flooding feeling from earlier filled your cunt, sweet moans of his name filled his cabin as you feverishly squeezed around him.

“lu- luffy! ah! luffy. . . luffy! f-fuck- luf. . . c-can i cum?! please baby fuck me harder!” you whined.

“that’s it y/n. . . say your captains name~”

“shit, hold on peach, cum with me? you can do it pretty girl… hahh- dammit. . . wanna fill you up…”

as you laid with your face down in the blankets, your hand reached between your trembling thighs to toy with your swollen clit as he continued to hit you deep from behind.

“shit— i’m gonna cum y/n. . . ya cunts sucking me too good~”

you yelped, he had a habit of pinching your soft checks when he would cum. the pain mixed with the pleasure though, it was enough to push you past the edge. “mmm-me too luffy! fuck me so good~” his warm seed filled you right as you were coming, you both making a mess all over his bed.

he held still for a moment to feel your warmth just a bit longer before pulling his cock out. the wetness of you cunt holding him in as he calmed down from his rampage. eventually he removed himself from you and left trails of kisses from your lower back all the way to your shoulder blades, hugging you from behind and holding you close as the two of you cuddle in your sticky little mess.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[papajohnnyspizza]

Munch

Summary: Hotboxing with Mingi and you both have the munchies.

category: smut

au: Friends-with-benefits au, Mingi x f!reader

wc: 700w

a/n: Got the idea for this fic stuck in a parking lot at 1am waiting for assistance for an hour bc my car broke down.

Warnings: drug use, smut (oral, f!recieving)

You really loved being friends with Mingi, the best activity by far was definitely smoking together. You two had a system, you alternated between who got the weed, but you always brought snacks for the other person. It was dusk now, Mingi had decided to drive out somewhere scenic and try hotboxing the car while the sun set.

 You were eating those weird Haribo gummies you always craved when high for some reason, taking in the beautiful view around you and the glowing pink sky above you. This might be Heaven between the view, the lingering sweetness on your palette, and the feeling of Mingi kissing along the inside of your thigh just below the apex where your legs met.

You let out a desperate moan as he switched to the other thigh. You could handle teasing but the weed was heightening your sensitivity, making you crazed. You put the gummies to the side and threaded your fingers into his hair scraping along his scalp, trying to pull him closer to where you needed him most. You rolled your hips forward when you felt that gorgeous, pointed nose brush against your folds. However you were immobilised by his large hands coming up to hold you down against the seat, red eyes looking up at you with an evil glint.

“How are you enjoying your treat?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes. “They’re good. How are you enjoying yours?”

Mingi hummed, attention drawn back to your pussy, spreading it open with two calloused fingers. “I don’t know, I haven’t tried it yet.”

“Well,” You shrug your shoulders trying to feign nonchalance. Mingi��s dark hair looked so good between your fingers, you wished your mind could record this moment. On his knees in his car worshipping your body. “What are you waiting for?”

You’re scared. Mingi could very well use your desire against you and leave you here on the edge. But the stuff you used today was a lot stronger than usual, and you could see from the way his hips rutted against your leg that he was in no mood to draw things out. 

Mingi slowly licked a stripe up your pussy, slowly getting faster and moving his face in a more zig-zagging motion. His lips latch onto your clit and suck lightly, causing your back to arch and a loud whine escape you. 

“Mingi.” You mutter quietly. The sound of your voice makes him groan around you, and the added vibrations almost make you cry. 

Mingi eats you out like you’re his last meal on death row, like he’ll die if he doesn’t memorise exactly how you taste. How you feel around him. He sticks his tongue into your core, nose bumping the little bundle of nerves just above it. Your head falls back against the headrest, babbling uncontrollably.

“So good… Mingi… hnng…” You squeeze your thighs around his head trying to keep him in place. His air supply almost gets cut off and Mingi’s eyes roll into the back of his head. His mouth moves back to abusing your nub, doing his best job at making out with your pussy. As you recline above him, blissed out and glowing in the light of the sunset. He sucks hard at your clit just to listen to the moans you release, and you come shakily around him as his tongue flicks the nub.

Mingi immediately halts his actions as you come down, not pushing you past your limit and giving you a moment to compose yourself. He was still painfully hard, but fucking you felt like crossing too big of a boundary. So he settled for taking in your fucked-out appearance, he could barely see your irises from how large your pupils had grown. You looked back at him with a goofy smile that made his heart flutter.

“Wanna listen to some music?” He suggested, trying to chance his thought process. You nodded gratefully and the two of you spent the next few hours talking, as the stars slowly began peaking out in the dark. There was water in the car and you both took a swig, but when you offered Mingi some of your gummies he refused. He claimed to not like the flavour though in reality he just preferred it less to the lingering taste of you.

“We should come back here again.” You say, and Mingi agrees. But the truth is all he can think about is getting you to ride his face on his couch the next time you come over.