#my three girlfriends. and yes. they do smoke weed

[hopefullyababe]

made buttons over the weekend

[burymeinblack2022]

Someone needs to edit slutty little Gucci skirt pearl bracelet, business slut Gerards and Gerard of arc onto the met gala carpet

[bluestiches]

Had a dream yesterday when I was taking a nap & in my nap I was having a dream, in the dream I was falling asleep & my cat was sleeping on my chest.Before my cat came to me she was hanging out w/ stoners and had some weed in her fur or something and so I was getting stoned while falling asleep…..then I woke up from my dream.

[camiliar]

My three Girlfriends (And Yes They Do Smoke Weed)

[dysaren]

the best patient ✮ | e.jaeger

MDNI-> warnings: afab reader, nurse!y/n, erenbrokehiswrist, cheater!eren, stoner!eren, dealer!eren, (pretend hes also a metalhead bc i love metalheads. and toxic eren oh my god its unhealthy), mentions of weed, blowjobs, hairpulling, missionary, cowboy, multiple creampies, dirty talk, eyerolling, tit sucking, hickies, pussy eating, cum swapping/sharing/consuming, squirting (cuz it wouldnt be a dysaren fic without squirting!), erens gf visits.

a/n: sorry im so inactive im actually so busy like all the time :( (save me.) anyway, enjoy this quick fic i wrote instead of doing my assignments!! i am a sucker for toxic,cheater,stoner,dealer,metalhead,has piercings eren. based on a scenario that i created with a character.ai bot ( i am ashamed.. it was a xiao bot.)

"hello. im nurse y/n and ill be taking care of you for the duration of your stay here." you say, walking into the ER patient room as you scan my clipboard for the details of the person staying here.

Name: Eren Yeager

DOB: March 30 XXXX

Height: 6'0 ft

"weight, ethnicity blah blah... reason of hospitlization: distal radius fracture..." you read to yourself, glancing up from the clipboard to meet eyes with the man in the hospital bed. his long brown hair was up in a messy bun, he had tattos running from his neck all the way down to his arms, and from what you can tell, he was built, rather... nicely. (he was buff asf.)

the man looked miserable. he had swollen undereyes, and his skin looked dry, but still, for some reason you found him incredibly attractive.

"hello nurse." he mutters, clearly tired.

"hello." you repeat again. "im just here just to check up on you." you explain to him, sauntering closer to his bed.

you flip the page on your clipboard to a new, blank sheet. "i will just be running some tests, checking your vital signs and see how you are healing."

eren nods compliantly.

you take that as a sign of consent and start writing some things down on paper. "he seems to be doing fine...even his arms are nice fuck." you get distracted, looking at his arms, the way the veins pop out. mentally youre drooling. his fingers are long and thick, and there are indentations of multiple rings on them which only gets you more excited.

you flip your page back to the information sheet from before, checking the notes: "frequent smoker and sexually active."

"so it says here you are a frequent smoker?" you ask him, just wanting some sort of confirmation from him.

eren nods again. "yes" he whispers. "some nicotine but mostly weed."

"oh i see." you say, writing that information down.

"i can get you some. once im out of here at least." he looks up at you.

"im sorry?" you mustive heard wrong...right?

"ive seen you around before." eren explains. "at parties...you know mostly smoking. like that last one...you were with jean and connie."

oh. you didnt hear wrong.

three days ago, on your day off, you had went to a party with your friends jean and connie. they said it would be a good idea since it would be a chance for you to finally relax from your stressful job, so you relunctantly went. that was your first time smoking weed. it was wonderful and you guess eren saw the whole thing.

"you must have it wrong... i dont typically smoke." you explain to the brown haired man.

"i know, jean and connie told me it was your first. looked like you had a good time though." he smiles tiredly up at you.

you were taken a back a bit. you didnt know that the two of them knew eren. do they know that he's in the hospital right now? are they the reason he broke his wrist? where were they?

"i see..." you ponder a bit. "are they here with you tonight? somewhere in the hospital i mean."

"yeah. theyre here with my girlfriend too since she's the only sober one who can drive at the moment... they just went back to my place to grab some things for me before you came in. they wont be back for a while." eren clarifies.

"goddamnit he has a girlfriend." you sob internally.

"thats good to know." you fake smile, looking back at your clipboard. "it says here youre also sexually active... are you taking any sort of pills perchance?" you continue with your questions, trying to get back to professionalism.

"nope its all just me." he giggles with a coy grin on his face. youd hate to admit that his laugh turned you on a bit.

you finish up your report of eren, rechecking his vitals once more to confirm things. "okay it seems as though youre on the right track... it can take up to 6-12 weeks for your wrist to comepletely heal. otherwise, you might want to lay off the weed consumption till then." you finish up.

before you can leave, he call out. "wait.."

you turn around. "what is it? are you alright?"

"i have a problem with something and i just cant seem to be able to do it myself." eren tries saying shyly, but the look in is eyes seemed to be more sinsiter than you thought. "after all... i did just break my wrist..."

he looks down at his jeans, putting the spotlight on the constrained buldge in his jeans.

youre flushed. "oh..." what were you supposed to do in this situation?? didnt he have a girlfriend?

right he had a girlfriend.

"im sure your girlfriend can help you out with that."

eren's eyebrows crease. he did have a girlfriend and she was amazing. she did basically everything for him. so why now was he so damn attracted to his nurse to want to take a risk and cheat on everything he had???

he presses his lips together before speaking, "i lied. i just didnt want to seem like a pussy to ya." sentences were forming right as he was speaking them. hopefully it was enough to fool you. "please. its so uncomfortable..."

his throbbing cock was being compressed by not only his boxers but also by his black rocker jeans. it was true. it was extremely uncomfortable so why not relieve it with the cute nurse who also happened to be the cute girl who had been sitting with his friends not too long ago, taking a drag from a joint he sold to jean and connie.

you were relunctant, but then again, you could feel your panties getting damper. you walk up to him slowly, keeping your eyes locked with his. you sit down on the bed beside him.

he feels your soft hands on his buldge and from that he lets out a restrained sigh. "fuck." he huffs.

god, there was no way this wasnt turning you on too. eren knew that. he saw the way you bit your lip as you started to unbutton his jeans.

"how long will they be gone?" you ask, hinting at the group of friends eren had mentioned previously. "for a while.. my place is pretty from from the hospital." he watches you slowly pull down his zipper. "fuck baby youre making me go crazy."

you smile, finally releasing his cock from his boxers. he was hung. youre eyes widened and he lauged.

"too much for you baby?" he questions.

"no..." you whisper, slowly kitten licking the tip, tasting his precum before fully sheathing his cock in your mouth.

eren moaned. loudly.

"holy shit!" he huffs. "oh my god..." he leans his head back, grabbing your neat ponytail to guide you while sucking him off.

"ugghhfff!" you choke on his length, tears coming to your eyes. but you like it. it felt too good. at this point, your panties were soaking wet at this point.

"fuck baby you gotta stop or else im gonna cum." eren gasps, pulling you off from his dick. "cmon take it all off... show me."

you look behind you to make sure that the door to the room was closed. you look back at him with a playful look, pulling off your uniform and undershirt to reveal your cleavage.

eren smirked, watching as your skin reacted from the cold air, goosebumps forming. he reaches behind you and releases the hooks of your bra.

he sighed at the sight of your tits. they were beautiful. you were beautiful. he kneads at your chest as you remove the rest of your garments, underwear included.

you were fully exposed to him. internally, eren was freaking out. externally, he was entranced by your body, drooling a bit.

"eren?" you ask, waving your hand infront of him. he snaps out of his trance. "are you ok?" you look at him with a worried look.

"im ok baby. sorry. lets keep going." he says, rubbing his tip on your clit. he can feel your wetness and he smirks once again,

"you are dripping baby..." he whispers in your ear. "i dont even need to prep you..." eren slowly shoves his cock into you.

you were in heaven. both of you were. to him, you felt so fucking tight. he doesnt even know if youre a virgin or not. how couldnt you be? "youre so tight..." he groans, restraining himself from prematurely giving you a creampie.

you have never felt so full in your life. in your life, you've only fucked one guy and the rest had been occupied by your plethora of sex toys. but eren... eren was different. you were filled to the brim. eren could see the buldge of his dick lightly poking through your pudgy tummy. that made him go feral.

he started thrusting into you faster, sucking on your sensitive nipples, licking around the skin as well. he left mulitple hickies in the places where only he could see them. you still were on your shift of course, he wanted to be courteous.

"mmm..." he heard you sigh, smiling as he kissed your body.

eren lifts you up so now youre straddling him. he keeps his pace constant but you wanted to take control. so you start bouncing on his cock. he watches as your tits move with you, again trying not to prematurely cum.

"mmmhf!!!!" you try to conceal your moans, but it was so hard. "fuck daddy please!! i need more!!" you were being greedy, but it felt too good.

"youre bossy baby." eren laughs. he thrusts up, faster than before. "fuck im gonna fucking cum." you watched him gasp, bringing your face closer to his, kissing him with so much passion. he kissed back.

sure he had a girlfriend, but maybe now he's finally gonna break it with her. just for you.

"ah ah..." you gasp, feeling his thrusts slow down. you whine.

"shush baby, let me cum inside before i fuck it back into you." he moans into your neck, creampie-ing your cunt. you try not to scream as you feel the heat in your stomach release as you cum as well.

your eyes roll back into your head and oh how he loves the sight. yeah hes all yours now.

eren picks up his pace once again, like he said, fucking his cum deeper into you.

you scream before he slaps a hand over your mouth. "shut it baby... dont want everyone hearing how much of a slut you are."

"mmfgf!" you groan in protest.

eren doesnt stop his pace until he's shooting his thick load into you once again.

he's catching his breath as he pulls out, plugging your pussy with his fingers so the essence wouldnt leak from your cute slit.

youre all fucked out by the way. he watches as your face contorts into pure pleasure, feeling the band in your stomach snap as you twitch on his fingers.

eren shoves his mouth onto your pussy, licking up the mess in between your legs, tasting both him and you. he licks up your slit to your clit, flicking it with his tongue. youre overstimulated and tired. your couldnt take it anymore. you gush once more on his face, the liquid dripping down his chin and onto the sheets of the hospital bed.

"aahh..." you breathe heavily, recovering from your third orgasm.

"that feel good baby?" he says, bring his head up to meet your eyes. he could see hearts in them.

"mm... i think we're going to have to change the sheets." you giggle.

"well it was worth it." he watches as you sit up, making sure youre not in any discomfort. he rubs your back and fixes your hair. "you look beautiful like this."

"do i?" you say, questioning his taste.

he nods before leaning in for a comforting kiss. "let me take you out." he whispers.

you nod-

KNOCK KNOCK!

you glance behind you to look at the door.

"eren! its mikasa!" you both hear from the other side of the door.

you look back at him in confusion. "mikasa?"

he rolls his eyes.

"my girlfriend."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita?

so i'm in a polycule and we were hanging out at a local bar drinking and smoking some stuff to have fun. we are laughing, kissing sometimes and generally having a good time. some asshole heckles one of my partners B, saying they don't look like they smoke. I was having a rough week and came here to unwind and hearing his extremely rude comment set me off. I get up and I tower over this guy and start screaming at his face to leave my partner alone. Theyre trying to calm me down and i almost do.

then the asshole makes fun of B's tattoo. the tattoo has a lot of meaning because it was one I designed it for her. I give him one last warning. Now he's scared and tries to play he's only playing

PLAYING? I'm not playing. I start to punch him and he falls to the ground. People in the bar run away and the bartender tries to look away. I keep punching him over and over and before I realize, I start full blown sobbing as I cave his face in. Everything becomes a blur and I feel my partners pull me off the of him. His face just looks like a pile of goo. They were horrified at what I'd done and they left me...

I was fighting for their honor...Blais...Chas-Chas...Funk...But now they...

I lost my three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed

This one gets to be posted because I needed that laugh right now

[cloudy-em]

The Deal - Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader

To be honest, I don’t know why it started. I made a deal with Y/N that if she pretended to be my girlfriend so I could avoid Andrea, then I’d do whatever she wanted for a day. It was stupid. I didn’t even like Andrea. We had sex at a party one time and suddenly she was following me everywhere. Of all the people I could’ve asked to fake date me, I don’t know why I asked Y/N. Some neo-freudians can claim that it was my subconscious trying to manifest my hidden urges into real life, or a neuroscientist can claim that I’m not a genius and that I’m actually stupid. I’d definitely agree with both perspectives. 

At first I was shocked that Y/N even agreed. We’re close friends, sure, but it was definitely a higher-stakes ask. When she said yes, I felt a bubbling excitement, but I wrote it off as excitement that I could finally get Andrea to leave me the fuck alone. 

It started slow. We’d hold hands at school, skip class to smoke together. Nothing out of the ordinary for us. Usually, I’d hold her hand in the busy hallways to ensure she wouldn’t get pushed around, and we always shared our cigarette and weed stashes with each other. That was phase one. 

Phase two consisted of being seen alone together in public. I’d saved up some money from doing other kids’ homework, so I’d start taking Y/N out on dates. Not under the L or to the Alibi where we could get free beer, but actual dates where people would see us. Little diners nearby, nothing to expensive. We’d go after school most Fridays and get fries or milkshakes to share. Pretty soon, rumors were spreading that Lip Gallagher was no longer available for a quick fuck because he was dating Y/N L/N. 

Phase three was the phase I figured would keep Andrea away for sure. Y/N and I would leave classes and pretend to fuck in janitor’s closets and bathrooms, locking ourselves in and fake moaning, trying not to laugh at each other over how stupid it all seemed. She’d started sleeping over in my room as a “just in case”, and it worked out for both of us. If Andrea was ever walking by the house, she’d see us walking in or out together or in the windows. It worked for her because she got to avoid her home life. We’d share cigarettes curled up in the top bunk together, laughing over how we’d gotten $50 each from one kid’s tutoring session. Andrea didn’t stand down. 

Phase four was the last and final phase that Carl, Ian, and I had planned to keep Andrea away. Y/N and I would go to a party, drink a lot, get a little handsy, and head back home together. Andrea was a party girl for sure, and there’s no way she’d miss one, which made it easy for Y/N and I to execute the finale of the operation. Ryan Bodero was hosting a big party, and Y/N and I thought it would be a good one to finalize our mission. We arrived fashionably late (we smoked a joint together to help us get through the evening) and the party was in full swing. Drunk students everywhere, clouds of smoke, loud music, and enough alcohol to be a full-service bar. I squeezed Y/N’s hand, guiding her through the crowd. She let go of my hand to hold onto my bicep as she stood on her tip-toes to whisper in my ear. 

“Andrea’s over there, by the bar, you wanna get a drink?” she pulled away and smirked. I nodded at her before rejoining are hands and heading over to the “bar”. We stood right next to Andrea. Perfect. 

“Alright, baby, what do you want? I’ll make it for you,” I was playing the role of good boyfriend probably louder than I needed to, but whatever it took. Y/N giggled, twirling her hair and pretending to think. “Hmm, what about a vodka cranberry?” she requested. Of course, after being friends for years, I knew that’s what she wanted. I nodded and kissed her forehead before moving over down the counter to mix her drink. I’d never kissed her forehead before. The only PDA we exhibited were hugs and handholding, but it felt natural to place a kiss there, like I was keeping her safe while I was away. After everything she’s been through, it’s what she deserves. I’m supposed to be her loving boyfriend, afterall. 

I finish her drink and bring it over to her, a beer in my other hand for me. She takes her drink and takes a sip, knowing before she even tasted it I made it how she likes it. She smiled at me, wrapping one arm around my neck in a brief hug and pulling away. It was too soon. “Thanks, honey! I’m gonna go talk to Laila real quick and then I’ll be back!” I watched her walk away, smiling even after she left and leaned up against the counter, looking around the room. When I turned to my right, Andrea was suddenly there. 

“So, you and Y/N, huh?” she asked. Thank god, she’s finally accepting that I don’t like her, and she’ll move on. “Yeah,” I sighed. “Best thing that ever happened to me!” I laughed. “Ha, well, I don’t think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to her,” Andrea says. I’m confused, and she can see it on my face, so she grabs my chin and turns my face to where she’s looking. Y/N and Ryan Bodero are talking, a bit too close for comfort, and his hands are on her hips. Only, she doesn’t seem to want them there. I feel my blood boil, ripping my face from Andrea’s grip. 

“Hey, asshole!” I say, walking towards Ryan. “That’s my girl, didn’t you know?” Ryan rolls his eyes and laughs, “No, but I don’t think she cares.” He pulls her closer for emphasis, but she tries to pull away, an uncomfortable look on her face. “Let me go,” she says to him before looking at me, practically begging me to do something. 

“Alright look, Ryan, I get that you have no respect for women, but let me teach you something. When a lady says no, you respect her,” I tell him, smashing my beer bottle on the side of his head. He lets her go and stumbles backwards, but comes back for me. We throw a few punches back and forth. My knuckles are hot, but I barely notice the pain. He can’t treat Y/N like that. I won’t allow it. He gets me in the eye, and I’m sent backwards. I go to lurch forward again, but Y/N touches my bicep. 

“Lip, you’re hurt, let’s go please,” she says. I nod at her, seeing her concern, but I turn to Ryan. “This isn’t over.” Ryan turns back to his friends as Y/N and I walk away. I hear her mutter, “yes, it is over.”

It’s a short walk back to my place, Y/N still clung to my arm, quiet but worried. When we walk inside, she tells me to go sit in the kitchen. I do. She grabs ice and some towels to clean up the blood and put ice on my eye to keep the swelling down. I’m sitting in the chair, and she’s standing in front of me, one of the few times she’s ever taller than me. I can’t help but stare up at her, but she doesn’t meet my gaze, too focused on cleaning the blood from my lip and nose. 

“Lip,” she starts. “You can’t just start fights like that. Someone could call the cops or maybe he’ll press charges! You can’t afford to go to jail.” 

“I know, baby,” the nickname rolling off my tongue like second nature and I barely notice her shoulders tense. “But he wasn’t respecting you, and he needed to be taught a lesson.” 

“No, he didn’t-” she starts to argue. “Dammit, you’re my girlfriend and I love you! Let me look out for you, please!” I’m slightly exasperated, not even realizing my confession. She’s shocked, lips parted like she wants to say something but can’t. I sigh, slouching in the chair, defeated. 

“Look, I know that wasn’t the deal. You didn’t sign up for a real relationship. But we’ve been friends for years and I’ve had a crush on you but I kept trying to get over it because I didn’t wanna fuck things up and here I am fucking things up but the more we fake dated, the more it felt real and I know in reality you’re single and you can do what you want but seeing my girlfriend being harassed by some asshole just made me so mad and I just lost it. I’m sorry.” I don’t usually talk about my feelings. I don’t even remember the last time I talked about my feelings. But I needed her to know that it wasn’t a spur of the moment thing, that I wasn’t just lonely. That I really cared for her. I closed my eyes, preparing for the worst. 

I feel her run her fingers through my hair, her rings gently tugging on the strands. 

“You’re right, baby,” she says softly. I look up at her, and we make eye contact for the first time since we walked through the door. “You’re my boyfriend. I should let you look out for me, just like you should let me look out for you. We’re in this together, right?” I nod, at a loss for words, still processing. I wrap my arms around her, my head hitting just below her breasts as I hold her tightly, her fingers still moving through my hair. 

“What do you say we forget this whole deal and we just date like we’re supposed to?” 

We both liked that idea.

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[shawtuzi]

i got not one, not two, not three but FOUR requests asking for more plug!connie so y’all already know i had to this for the girlies

this is 18+///cw include: smut, some fluff, drug usage, black coded reader

- plug!connie is one of those boyfriends that people assume don’t exist because he treats you like you’re his entire world he is just that perfect

- unlike eren, connie loves having you hit the block with him. it’s sorta risky yes but he’d rather have his passenger princess sitting oh so prettily next to him instead of being by himself

- expect to do a lot of shotgunning with him!!! he loves hearing the tiny whimpers that escape your glossed up lips when he teases you just the smallest bit, nibbling on your bottom lip or even going as far as to suck on it

- okay now hear me out i don’t see plug!connie wearing grills BUT i can see him wearing tooth jewelry more specifically a tiny cross made of diamonds on one of his top canine teeth

- speaking of jewelry plug!connie wasn’t and still isn’t into it fr but he will wear the diamond cuban link chain you bought for him till the day he dies. he would’ve worn it either way if it was fake and turned his neck green he doesn’t care he just wants to please you and make you happy </3

- plug!connie lives to please you and make sure you are as happy and content as can be. basically if something isn’t going your way he will do everything in his power to make it work out and if he can’t then it bothers the living shit outta him because if his girlfriend can’t get exactly what she wants then what’s the point of living??? baby boy hates seeing you sad or in distress

- plug!connie is thee number one hype man. it doesn’t matter if it’s something as small as trying out a new lash style or nail shape he will make sure you know you look tf good

- “i’m back con!” you called out kicking your shoes off at the door. connie was up in a flash itching to give you a greeting kiss. he gave you one, two, three pecks on the lips before noticing something was… off. “something’s different about you….” his hands were still glued to your cheeks squishing them together. “new eyelashes? they look different than the ones you usually get.” he was right on the money chile you switched out your usual doll styled lashes for staggered ones. “yeah how’d you know?” you giggled prying his hands of your face. he wrapped his arms around your waist giving you a sly smile, “baby, your face is all i think about of course i’d notice.” *screams*

- his stroke game is on another level it’s actually sickening. he knows your body very very well. he knows exactly when to change his pace and the power of his thrusts because all that’s really on his mind is your pleasure. if connie had to choose his preferred position it would be missionary but don’t get him wrong he loves backshots just as much

- “con-nie” you whined digging your acrylics into his flexing biceps. connie chuckled above you wrapping a hand around your throat, “shit you close ma? yeah i know you are- fuck squeezin’ me so damn good. love this fucking pussy, love you even more.” when he felt you were about to cum he sat up on his knees before grabbing onto you waist and fucking into you until you soaked his dick and the bedsheets in your cum

- sometimes he’ll randomly wake you up by showering you in $50 and $100 bills just because he can. “con what are you doing” you sighed cracking an eye open to see your giddy boyfriend kneeling over you with a stack of money in his hand. “waking you up obviously what else would i be doin. now if you hurry up and give me my good morning kiss i’ll take you to sephora.”

- king of smoking a blunt while you suck him off. between your plump lips wrapped around his dick and the effects from the weed homeboy was in heaven. he’s not much of a head pusher when he’s like this, nah he’ll let you go the pace you want because if he’s lucky enough you’ll put your shyness aside and dirty talk him into an orgasm

- “you gonna cum honey?” you purred stroking his dick with both hands. your lips and chin were coated in saliva and precum but you didn’t bother wiping your face knowing he liked his head wet and sloppy. “god damn if you keep doing that ima cum right now” he rasped taking a hit of the blunt. by now connie was completely gone, his eyes were rolled back and his head was lolled against the couch moans slipping from his parted lips. “that’s right suck me good make daddy cum” connie grunted setting his free hand on your bobbing head. oh how you loved giving plug!connie head <3

- plug!connies love language is words of affirmation without a doubt so make sure you let baby boy know you love him and appreciate him and give him lots of praise

@wintershading this one’s for u girl i hope you enjoyed reading it <3333

[bellaramseysgf]

Robin’s Ribbon (R.B)

Warning(s); Robin being a idiot in love,making out,mentions of weed,daddy kink,soft mommy kink,Robin’s on top,oral (f receiving),bondage.

Pairing(s); Robin Buckley x girlfriend! Reader.

Summary; you wear a piece of Robin with you when you visit her and she’s reminded how cute you are.

A/n; so…just…just. Yes.

Could be read as a second part to this or could be read alone

“Have fun, I’ll be here tomorrow at 6 to pick you up” you smile and your mom kisses the side of your head before you slip from her car. Spending the night with your girlfriend is your favorite thing, getting to hang out in her apartment that smells just like her, in her clothes that smell even more like her just makes you giddy.

You pull open the door to the video store small backpack in hand. She was helping a customer but her eyes lit up when she saw you walk in. “Hey! It’s the girlfriend” Steve said greeting you with a hug. “Hey, today been slow?” You asked and Steve shrugged “here and there it has. You can put that in my car if you want? Let me grab the keys” you smiled as Steve walked off.

“You.” You smiled hearing your girlfriends voice. You looked over and saw her signaling you with her finger to come here. You gladly walked over standing on the opposite side of the counter “hi baby” she said and leaned over to peck your lips. “Hi! I’ve missed you.” Robin smiled “you just saw me not even 4 hours ago” you sighed “that’s way too long” the pair of you smiled at each other.

“Okay, love birds. Here you go” he passes you his key and you turn on your heel to walk out. You don’t see the way robins eyes widen but Steve does. “What?” He asks and Robin just blushes and looks away “nothing” Steve follows her. “What, cmon tell me!” He prods. “The ribbon in her hair…it’s mine” Steve smiled “awwwwhhhh little robins in loooovveee” he sung out and she smacked his chest “shut! Up!” He chuckled. “What? Is that like the equivalent to her wearing you shirt or something?” Robin nodded.

“I’m happy for you Robin.” She smiled at Steve and you finally walked back in. “Here, thanks Steve!” He nodded as you tossed him his keys. “Hey, I like your ribbon” you smiled and your cheeks blushed “oh- uhm thanks.” Your hands trailed over the silk at the back your head.

It was all day, people would compliment your ribbon and every time you’d blush and mutter a appreciation for their compliment. Robin watched as you would glance at her each time you’d get one smiling at her brightly. It was nice to have something of robins so close to you,something most people didn’t see as a “couple thing”.

Later the three of you met up with Eddie at lovers lake, you were sat on the front of Steves car with Robin while the other two stayed in the back of his van smoking. “I can’t believe he yelled like that” you and Robin were laughing about a customer from earlier that day. She was laid over in your lap and you ran your fingers through her hair. “Hey, I’ve a question” you nodded “how come you only ever call me Robi when we have sex?” You looked down at her “what else am I meant to call you?” She shrugged “mmm, Robin. Tell me what it is you want to say” she sighed.

“It’s just…when..when you’re on top I call you mommy. Not that I don’t want to! I do! I really like calling you that, it fits you well-” you leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “So you want me to call you mommy?” You asked and she screwed her eyes up shaking her head. “No, no. That’s your name” “then what is it you want Robin. Spit it out.” “I want you to call me…daddy?” You giggled and smiled “okay.” Robin sat up “it was that easy?” You nodded. “Baby I’m down to try whatever you want, don’t hesitate to ask okay? We just gotta communicate” Robin grinned and pecked your lips.

You smiled and heard the sound of the boys walking over. You tugged Robin close and lean over to her ear “wanna go home daddy” you watched fireworks go off in her eyes. “Steve! Can you take us to my place??” Steve hummed “yeah? You okay?” She nodded “Yeah- yeah just girl stuff” Steve didn’t ask anything after that and kissed his boyfriend goodbye.

Your favorite thing about Robin was the fact she saved money, especially the fact that she saved enough to buy her own place. No parents or siblings to be worried about.

The pair of you were a giggly fumbling mess, she unlocked her door and pulled you inside pressing you to the door her lips attacked yours. It was messy and her hands traveled up to your bow tugging the silk ribbon loose. “You think you can just wear something so cute and not affect me? While I’m a work too, needy little thing. Wrists.” You didn’t hesitate to lift your wrists up to her smiling as she tied the ribbon around them.

Robin didn’t top a lot but when she did it was always really fun. “Oh my god!” You squealed when she effortlessly tossed you over he shoulder. Carrying you over to her bed she flipped you down onto it and you giggled. You watch her tug her belt off working the buttons on her shirt next. She smiled and slipped her shorts off moving to kneel down between your legs. “You gonna let me take care of you baby?” You nodded “yes M’gonna let daddy take care of me” Robin smiled and her fingers tugged open your shorts.

She pulled them off your panties coming next “Tell me what you want.” You blushed at her “cmon, I don’t got all day. What do you want me to do?” “Daddy’s mouth, want your mouth” she smiled “mhm, see that’s a good girl.” Robin slid down flat on her belly and hooked her arms around your thighs. “If you touch me I’ll stop, keep your dirty hands to yourself.” You nodded fingers clenching at the shirt you still had on.

Robin eats you up like you’re her last meal, her tongue licking over your clit before pressing inside you and then she licks back up to suck your clit into her mouth. You squirming a bit on the bed moaning out constant praise. “Daddy, feels so good. Good, daddy want more” so she delivers her tongue pressing inside you and lapping at you.

Your hips Buck when her thumb presses harshly on your clit. “Sorry, couldn’t help it” she’s rubbing your thigh to tell you it’s okay as her tongue keeps it’s movements inside you. Her apartment is soon filled with your cute little moans and the sound of the sloppy mess she’s turned your pussy into. She’s slurping up whatever juices threaten to leave you while her thumbs working your Clit, she’ll pinch it every now and then to hear you squeal.

“Daddy, gonna cum. Can I? Can I cum daddy?” She looks up at you and you loose it. Your back arches off the bed your thighs shaking as you cum roughly around her pretty tongue. She happily licks you clean and lifts her head with a huff. You’re panting, out of breath from the high you just experienced. “Come here” she instructs and you leaned up as she kissed you roughly. You can still taste yourself on her lips and you hum flipping the pair of you over so you’re on top. She shakes her head “what’re you doing?” She asked.

Your sliding between her thighs, thumbs hooking her panties “just returning the favor daddy.” Robins smiling as you bite the end of the silk ribbon and tug it loose untying your hands. “Gonna treat you so good, promise”

[toxifoxx]

But do they smoke weed?

my three girlfriends. and YES, they smoke weed.

dont know why the fuck i did this

[werewolfbarista]

cerberus girl . theseare my three girlfriends and Yes. they DO smoke weed

[hellsite-detective]

Can you find that post

You know the one I’m thinking of

Yknow

The weed girlfriends one

this post was gonna be really easy. especially because i had already found it once before. see, normally i wouldn't do repeats, but a case is a case! all i needed to do was go into my past cases and track it down, filterin' for "weed." frankly, i'm glad you asked for this one, because i had yet to file it away into my files yet.

here you go! one weed smoking girlfriend post! have a great day!

Post Case: Closed

[whatamesswehavemade]

I only have you to thank for her- Eddie Munson x female!reader

Requested: Yes

Parings: Eddie Munson x female!reader

Word count: 2,065 (I went crazy with this one)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of suicide, death of a parent, drug use, alcohol

Summary: You and Eddie get into a fight when he’s high and drunk, causing him to say things he doesn’t mean. 

GIF not mine

You sat in your bedroom, bored out of your mind. Eddie had been at your house only this afternoon but had suddenly left, muttering something about having a last-minute homework assignment that needed to be done.

You grab the phone by your bed and dial Eddie’s just to talk. His sudden disappearance earlier threw you off.

No answer.

You roll your eyes and try again.

No answer again.

You knew he was home, so why wouldn’t he be answering? You try one more time.

Again, nothing.

You’re worried. It’s a Tuesday night. He didn’t have Hellfire until Friday night. And band practice wasn’t until Saturday afternoon–– besides, you went to all his outings, just like he did for yours. There was no reason for him not to be answering.

You jump up, throw on a hoodie, grab your wallet and keys, and quickly walk down the stairs. 

Your dad is sitting on the couch and looks up at you. “Where are you going at this hour?”

You shuffle your weight on your feet. Your dad wasn’t being strict; he was worried. He has always worried about you since what happened to your mom. “I’m going over to Nancy Wheeler’s. I forgot I lent her my chemistry notes and need them back for tomorrow’s test.”

He stares for a second longer than you would’ve liked. “OK, just be careful.”

You nod and practically run for the door. Getting in your car, you take off toward Eddie’s trailer. You bit your lip until you pulled up, parking beside his van. Your lip was bleeding from your nervous tic. 

His van is here, so why wouldn’t he answer the phone? you think.

You knock, and no one answers. Knocking again, you hear movement from inside the trailer–– someone was home, and you knew it wasn’t his uncle, his car wasn’t parked out front, and he always worked graveyard shifts.

You pound on the door.

“OK! OK! I’m fucking comin’,”  Eddie yells. He opens the door, his eyes going wide. They’re bloodshot. He’s holding a beer in his left hand, his right still keeping the door open as he stares at you. 

You look between the beer and his eyes. “Ed’s, what in the hell are you doing?”

He rolls his eyes, so much disgust and annoyance rolling off of him. He moves slightly, leaving a little room for you to squeeze past him into the trailer. You look around and see his pipe sitting out, weed residue sprawled out on the coffee table, and three crushed beer cans on the counter.

“Eddie. You know you can’t smoke and drink; you get so messed up. And how much pot have you smoked?” You grab an empty bag that has crumbs of weed. 

He shrugs at you. “I don’t know. What does it matter? What are you? My mom?”

You look at him pointedly. “No, I’m your concerned girlfriend. What’s wrong? Why are you mixing? You only do this when something’s wrong.”

“Of course you’re concerned. Why wouldn’t you be concerned?” he bites.

You wince at his words. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong is that I’m not gonna graduate this year. This is the second time I’m not graduating. This is fucking bullshit. And you,” he points a ringed finger at you, “You’re graduating. You’re leaving me. You’re gonna go to some prissy ass school and leave me here to rot,” he spits at you.

You shake your head. “Eds, I’m not leaving you. Sure, I may go away for college, but my family and friends are here. You’re here, Eddie. I’m not turning my back on you.”

“Your friends are all leaving for college too. And what family do you have here? Your dad?” his tone is getting sharper, making you wince again, “All you’ll have here is me, and I’m not worth shit to you,” he takes another swig of his beer.

“Eddie, knock it off,” you reach for the can in his hand, and he pulls away.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Y/N,” he squints at you.

You reach again, and he pulls away again. He quickly walks over to the counter and grabs a piece of paper. “You weren’t going to tell me about this?” 

He tosses the tri-folded paper at you. Grabbing it, you realize he had taken this from your room the last time he was there, probably this afternoon. The NYU logo on it exclaims how they look forward to you in the fall. It was a full ride, so yes, you were going away for college. “Eds, I was gonna tell you at a later time. I haven’t told anyone but my dad yet.”

“You are leaving me! And you didn’t tell me?!” he yells, throwing the primarily empty can across the room, bits of alcohol spraying the floor and walls.

“It’s not for a while! And I’ll be visiting! I’ll call every day––”

“No! You won’t! You’ll leave me like everyone else does! You should know the feeling!” He threw his hands in the air. That last sentence hit you–– hard. The tears well up as you stare at him. Eddie notices a tear slips down your cheek, and his face goes soft. “Oh fuck. Baby, no, I’m sorry––” he reaches out to grab your face, but you smack his hands away.

“Fuck you, Eddie. First, you can’t be happy for me getting into my dream school,” you’re sobbing at this point, “But then you use my dead mother against me? Fuck. You.”

You turn to leave, but he grabs your wrist. “No, fuck, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Fuck, Y/N, I’m so sorry.” You can tell he has sobered slightly, but you’re too angry.

Pulling away, you slam the trailer door in his face and run to your car, starting it and pulling off as quickly as you can before Eddie could follow you.

As you drive, all you can think about is that day you found her. Coming home from homecoming dress shopping with friends, just to find your mother in her bed, gone. A note explaining that this world was cruel and had wronged her was next to her. That was the day you not only lost a parent, a piece of yourself but also when the town started to view you as a ticking time bomb–– being a byproduct of your mother. 

The whispers of “that can be genetic” and “do you think she’ll do it too?” surrounded you. 

The only people you had to help you through this time were your father–– who was grieving just as much as you–– and Eddie. The fact that he would throw it in your face as if this was even comparable?

Parking in the driveway, you rub your face, trying to pull yourself together so your dad won’t say anything. Luckily, he didn’t say much other than “Goodnight” as you run up to your room. You instantly go up to your window and draw the curtains close–– an indication for Eddie that if he even tries to drive to your house, he’s not welcome. He would climb to your window and knock only if the curtains were open. You don’t want to see him today.

The next morning, you debate on calling in sick. You don’t have a chemistry test, but now that you told your dad you do, you have to go. 

You inspect your face in the bathroom mirror while brushing your teeth. Your eyes are dark and puffy, the skin around your eyes a raw pink color. You lack the energy to try and cover them up, so you go about getting ready. 

You dress comfy compared to your usual, preppy-type attire. Sweatpants and an oversized shirt would be acceptable for today. You instinctively grab Eddie’s jacket that he had given you a while back. You drop it back on the chair, grab your backpack and head out, throwing sunglasses on.

Once parked in front of your school, you see his van drive up like he always does: crazy and about to hit someone.

Except today, there was an urgency about him. He parked and jumped out, ignoring his friends who came up to him in greeting. He looks around rapidly until he makes eye contact with you. You duck your head, close your driver's side door, and grab your bag out of the back. 

He’s running over, yelling your name. Quickly grabbing your bag, you slam the door shut and start in the opposite direction, people staring at you. He catches you, holding your shoulder and turning you around. “Y/N, I’m so sorry for last night. I wasn’t thinking when I saw your acceptance letter, and then, I don’t know. It was stupid. I’m sorry.” He’s out of breath.

“Eddie, I gotta get to class. Can we just––” He cuts you off, lifting your sunglasses off your face. You don’t ever wear sunglasses. His face turns sad at the state of your puffy eyes. You see his eyes become glassy.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “No, fuck this. We’re leaving. We don’t need to go to class today.” He’s got your hand in his, pulling you towards his van.

“Eddie, you need to go to class. We can talk about this later.” You tug.

“No, it doesn’t matter. I’ll just repeat again. I already fucked up; in multiple ways. But you are more important to me than graduating.”

“Eds, you need to get your priorities right. I shouldn’t be more important than your schooling.”

“Well, you are. Tough shit.” He opens the passenger door and helps you, running over to the driver’s side and sliding in.

“Where are we going?” you ask, still annoyed.

“I’m not tellin’ ya. You’ll see when we get there.”

He drives, and it’s not towards yours or his house. You’re confused but just sit. He’s blasting music you enjoyed, not what he necessarily liked–– you smile to yourself over this.

He turns into the cemetery. You look at him, confusion written over your face. “Eddie, what are we doing here.”

“For me to pay my respects,” he says simply, parking the car and getting out. He runs to open your door, something he always makes sure to do. He grabs your hand and never drops it, leading you to where your mom is. You’re hesitant; you haven’t been here since your family had put her in the ground.

Once finding her headstone, he looks over at you. “Do you want a minute alone?”

You shake your head. You talk to her every night from home; you don’t want to talk to her here.

He stares at you for a second, then nods. He steps forward, kneeling and resting his hand on the stone. He dips his head. You step forward and sit, leaning against your mother’s stone, staring down at your hands. 

“So, Y/N got into NYU, but you know that already. I know she told you,” he started. Your head shot up at his words. “God, she’s so beautiful; and so smart. Can you believe she got a full ride? I mean, yeah, we all knew she could, but damn, that’s so cool. You raised such an amazing person, and I only have you to thank for her. She’s goin’ places, you know,” he takes a shaky breath, “I know you can see when I hurt her. I never mean to. I don’t mean to make her life any harder. I just love her so much; I’m–I’m just so scared of losing her.” 

He leans his forehead forward against the stone. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, a tear falling.

You lean over to grab his hand, realizing you’re crying. You were so focused on every word he spoke that you didn’t feel the warm tears trickling down your face. He looked up at you, wiping your tears away, and moved to lean his forehead against yours. “I’m so sorry, babe. I shouldn’t have said any of that last night.”

You shake your head against his. “I know you are. Just as you said, she can see every time you hurt me, so knock it off, Munson,” you giggle between sniffles. 

He kisses your nose and brings his hands up to your face, cupping your cheeks. “I will. I’m sorry. I love you so much.”

You stare back into his eyes. “I love you too.”

[dameronology]

timing's a bitch [s.h] - 4/5

s u m m e r '8 6

"you can call me if there's anything you need, anything but me" - anything but me, huna (x)

“if you have chemistry, you only need one other thing…timing. but timing is a bitch” - how i met your mother

a.k.a the three times that steve harrington chose the wrong moment, the one time that you chose the wrong moment, and the one time you both got it right (series masterlist)

warnings: mentions of weed, language

Waiting for Eddie Munson in the rain at 7AM on a Tuesday morning was your own idea of hell. Stood under the bus stop with your arms folded across your chest and a face like thunder, you couldn’t help but wish he would be on time for once in his godforsaken life. And it was ironic, because Eddie’s driving was anything but slow and safe. You’d seen him launch his van around corners. Hell, if it had wings he could have picked up enough speed to go airborne and fly you to the otherside of Hawkins. Would you have trusted him? Fuck no. But had Steve been away the entire weekend with his girlfriend even though he’d promised to give you a lift that morning? Fuck yes. 

Transferring to Hawkins Community College hadn’t been all that bad. You could still carry on with your degree, but you were closer to home and New York was no longer bleeding your bank dry. It had been six months since you’d moved back - and six months since that day at the lake - and Steve’s presence in your life was…erratic. When you were together, it was just like old times. His new girlfriend was a blessing in disguise because that pressure that had put you both to breaking point ever since his confession back in the fall had gone. Then you could go days, even weeks, without seeing him. 

Was that normal in a relationship? Maybe. Did you like it? No. 

Of course, you would never say anything to him. For fear of being unreasonable or worse, of being jealous, you bit your tongue. Even though every missed call and sorry I’m running late, I was with her was pushing you closer to snapping bit by fucking bit. All you could do was take a deep breath, smile and hope that Steve would soon see some sense and dump her. He had no logical reason to; she was lovely and sweet and hell even you couldn’t deny the ass on that but…she wasn’t you. And really, that was quite annoying. 

Eddie finally screeched around the corner just after 7:15. With Metallica blaring from his speakers, you dove across the road and into the passengers seat. The entire van smelt like week; not recent weed, but old weed. Probably the residue from last night, when you’d again been in the van. Smoking with him had become your favourite past time in Steve’s absence; obviously no-one could ever replace him but Eddie’s company was always fun. He was bright and funny, like a breath of Class B fresh air. 

It was also just a stroke of luck that you guys had the same class this morning.

“Morning, sunshine,” he greeted you. “Sorry I’m late. I don’t have an excuse, I just slept through my alarm.”

You gave him a smile, though it was paired with an eye roll. “I appreciate your blunt honesty, as always.”

“Haha, blunt honesty,” Eddie winked at you. “Get it…blunt. C’mon, that’s funny! Why aren’t you laughing? Why are you sad?”

“I’m not sad!” you shot back. “It’s 7am and it’s raining, that’s all-”

“- you’re a bad liar,” he cut you off. “I know that Steve normally picks you up on Tuesdays because he does the early shift at the store. What did he ditch you for? Or should I say who?”

“Eds, if you already know when why are you making me go through the pain of explaining it?”

“Sorry,” Eddie grimaced. “Also sorry that he ditched you. That really does suck.”

“I don’t need sympathy,” you shrugged. “We’re still best friends, okay? He just has less room in his life now that he’s got a girlfriend and it’s fine.”

“Your tone says otherwise.”

“OF COURSE IT’S NOT FUCKING FINE!” you bellowed. Eddie looked at you with wide eyes, though he did also offer a look of sympathy. 

“THAT’S RIGHT!” he joined in on the yelling. “LET IT OUT! YELL!”

“FUCK YEAH!” you shouted. “FUCK STEVE HARRINGTON!”

“FUCK STEVE HARRINGTON!”

The van screeched to a halt outside the front of the college. Eddie killed off the engine and looked back over at you, giving you a smile. He really had been your saving grace the last few months. Plus, it was nice to see him back on his feet and taking a proper crack at education. None of you had left Hawkins High unscathed but hell, he certainly bore the scares. 

Jogging round the other side of the van to join Eddie, you began to make your way inside. He flung an arm over your shoulders and gave your your forearm a little rub, as if to say smile. 

“Hey, cheer up,” he said. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Moping,” you muttered.

“Me and Robin were gonna go to the arcade. Want to come there and mope?”

You gave him a smile. “Yeah, sounds good.”

“She said she might bring some of her friends too.”

“Right, Eds - you know Robin only has one friend, right?”

“Me?”

“No, you fool. Steve!”

“Oh, okay. So you wanna come to the arcade with me, Robin, Steve and…probably his girlfriend?”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course.”

— 

By the time you got to the arcade that evening, the rain had stopped. 

Steve’s car was already parked outside and to your surprise, he was leant against the wall outside by himself. Where was his girlfriend? And more to the point, why hadn’t he called you if he was free? You took a deep breath, shoving down the thousands of questions that were beginning to rot your brain. All this had made you miss the days when you had no questions or queries or fucking anything about your friendship. Steve was just there and you knew. Through thick and thin, you knew. And now things were so thin that they were practically transparent and he was barely showing up.

Robin, who was sat between you and Eddie in the van, was the first to pipe up on his presence. 

“Well, it’s strange to see Han without Leia, right?”

“Hey!” you exclaimed. “Wouldn’t I be Leia?”

“Actually, based on the equation of him being Han Solo and you being his best friend, you would be…”

“Please don’t say it,” you murmured. 

“I’m not gonna say it,” she chimed in. 

“Chewbacca!”

You glanced over at Eddie. “Thanks, man.”

“Anytime, Chewie.”

You were half away across the road before the other two were even out the van. In all honesty, you hadn’t given much thought as to how you were going to greet Steve. Hell, you never imagined a scenario where you thought you would have to. Overthinking interactions with your dearest friend was awful. 

Steve had forced you into a hug before you had the chance to say anything. He clung on a little too tight for your liking; probably a sign that he missed you but hadn’t the ball been in his court the entire time? It felt in recent weeks like he’d deflated said ball but…here he was. On a Tuesday, on his own and taking you in his arms. Just how it should have been. 

“Hey, stranger,” you greeted him. “How are you?” 

“Yeah, not bad,” he gave you a smile. “It’s good to see you. I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Me neither, til Eddie invited me,” you replied. “I didn’t know you were free tonight.”

“I wasn’t. I had plans but my girl got that bug that’s going round and I didn’t want to drag her out.”

My girl. Hah. Fuck. Honestly, you would have been grateful for Steve to point out the nearest bridge because you were ready to jump now.

“Oh, yeah,” your face faltered a little. “My mum had that last week.”

Eddie and Robin had reached you by that point, so your conversation was disrupted. You felt for Robin, because she saw even less of Steve than you did now. Maybe that’s why she, you and Hawkin’s geekiest metalhead had morphed into some kind of weird trio. 

There was small talk amongst the four of you as you headed inside. Everyone went in their natural order; Eddie to the Pac-Man table, Robin to the Donkey Kong machine and Steve wrestling you to the Dance Dance Revolution section on the other side. Was he seriously going to pretend like everything was okay? How he could -

Ah, right. He couldn’t have known things weren’t okay because you hadn’t  fucking told him. In Steve’s mind, he hadn’t done a single thing wrong and god, it was a mind you envied. He probably didn’t spend hours overthinking or pondering events that hadn’t even happened. He’d probably be interested to know that your stupid brain had spent thousands of hours basically writing a screenplay that detailed the end of your friendship. And the screenplay that saw you fall in love, and the one where you got married and…okay. Enough. You had to talk to him.

“Steve!” you wrenched your arm away from his grip. “Steve. We need to talk.”

His brow furrowed. “Oh?”

“In private,” you glanced around, eyes landing on the janitor’s closet across the arcade. “In there?”

“You want to talk…in the janitor’s closet?”

“Yeah,” you murmured. “Please?”

He sighed. “Fine.”

It was weird. You knew it was weird but there was no way in hell you were about to have this conversation in earshot of every person in the arcade. It was hard enough to have it with just you and Steve.

You opened the door, almost tripping over a mop as you went in. Steve quickly reached out to grab you; he steadied you, holding you in front of him with that stupid, stupid concerned look of his. The one that he’d always had whenever you tripped over in elementary school or forgot your lunch in junior year. It was his you look and you fucking loved it. 

“What did you want to say?”

“Right, here goes,” you murmured. “I’m gonna try not to get angry but…I am angry, Steve. I’m angry and I’m hurt and I need you to just listen for a minute, okay?”

He looked concerned, but nodded all the same. “Yeah, okay.”

“I get you’re in a relationship now,” you began. “I’m happy for you and everything I’m about to say has not come from a place of jealousy or wishing that I were her. I missed my chance with you and I understand but Jesus fucking Christ, I feel like you’ve forgotten about me.”

“I haven’t forgotten about you-”

“- let me finish,” you cut him off. “You have, Steve. This isn’t a matter of opinion or me asking for your input. It’s me telling you, okay? And like I said, I get you’re with someone now and naturally, I’ll see you less but it feels like you’ve gone one step further and iced me out completely.”

“I-”

“- not yet!” you snapped. “I was your best friend for fourteen years, remember? I was your Chewie-”

“- my what?”

“Nevermind,” you quickly murmured. “What I’m saying is…ice me out if you want. Cut me out and pretend like I don’t exist but hell, Steve. At least have the decency to tell me.”

Steve opened his mouth, as if he were about to say something, when the pager on his trousers started beeping.

“Shit, it’s my mum,” he said. “She never beeps. I have to call her-”

“- yeah, go,” you pointed at the door. “We’ll finish this later.”

“Just…” Steve paused for a moment and took your hand. “I’m not icing you out, okay? I want you in my life. I promise we’ll talk more when I’ve dealt with this.”

Opening the door, he lead you out the closet.

Now, you didn’t believe in divine intervention. You did, however, believe in bad timing. How couldn’t you after the last year? Irrelevancy aside, timing hadn’t done you any favours and now wasn’t any different. You weren’t sure what the chances of Steve’s girlfriend deciding to turn up at the last minute were, and you were even less sure of what the chances of her seeing you and her boyfriend leaving a janitor’s closet hand-in-hand were. Either way, the stars had aligned. 

You caught her eye first, and then Steve. She was stood between Robin and Eddie, mouth forming an O shape.

Now, this really wasn’t a moment you had ever prepared for. It wasn’t a topic that was covered much in cheesy ten shows and even less in magazines. Still, it felt right for Steve to talk first, so you let go of his hand and shoved him forward a little bit. 

“Talk, idiot.”

“Hey, hi!” Steve suddenly jumped to life. “This…this is not what it looks like. We were not fucking in the closet.”

You looked at him with wide eyes. “Jesus Christ, Harrington!”

“No, I mean…shit,” he continued. He took a step towards his girlfriend, and she replied in turn by taking one back. “We were just talking, okay? We had some stuff to discuss and…my god, why am I even explaining this?”

“Because you just stepped out of a janitors closet with your best friend!” she snapped. “Who I know you’ve fucked!”

“Y’know, that I can understand,” he said. “I will absolutely give you that. But I swear you don’t need to worry. Everyone knows that I love (name) - no, shit, wait-”

“- what?!”

You, Eddie, Robin and the dearly beloved girl all managed to chime in time with one another. 

“You!” Steve continued. Oh dear god. You could have chimed in but nothing anyone could say would have helped. “I love you.”

“You being me…” his girlfriend began, then her eyes landed on you. “Or them?”

He glanced between the two of you. “I really need to call my mum.”

[entomologistologist]

south park kids' college/hs drug use theories/headcanons:

Kyle: would smoke weed, would experiment widely with other drugs but ultimately quits it all when he decides it's time to grow up and be a real adult. if you think he's too uptight to experiment that broadly with drugs, then I invite you to recall that everyone getting high on cough syrup that one time was HIS idea, and also the time when he accepted acid from the san franciscan kids.

Stan: would not smoke weed bc he doesn't want to be anything like his dad (don't take this headcanon from me; it's my favorite). Would experiment with other drugs but he probably shouldn't since we all know he has addictive tendencies. He already has enough problems with alcohol and I think he's smart enough to avoid going in too deep with drugs on top of that. I think struggling with alcoholism is pretty much his destiny at this point (although he'll beat it!) so he has enough to deal with.

Kenny: you already know he'll do every drug and also several things that weren't previously believed to be drugs. And then I headcanon that he will have major problems getting off them because he knows he can't die (or rather stay dead) from an overdose, and it gets so bad that all his friends are worried sick about him, but maybe Kenny secretly WANTS them all to be worried sick about him to compensate for all the deaths they forgot. what then? what then??? (Kenny's parents are Not worried because they know about the death curse but Carol is pretty pissed that she has to keep rebirthing him after reckless deaths. She's getting too old for this, rip.)

Cartman: okay you gotta hear me out on this one. what if Cartman...... doesn't like drugs. He's not a dweeb so he'd experiment a little with them with his friends but what if, like... that's it. Okay, so this is a little unintuitive because Cartman is unhealthy, self-indulgent, self-sabotaging, etc., but my rationale for this radical fresh take is: 1. He associates drugs with groups of people he looks down on: hippies, poor people, lazy people, minorities in general. 2. He comes from a family of addicts, which he has low awareness of currently but when he's older he's eventually gonna realize how that screwed them over and will want to be better than them. (Liane was canonically a high-functioning crack addict although she apparently quit sometime between seasons, Cartman's uncle is in prison for some reason, and Cartman's grandma left him all her money because she said everyone other than him would spend it all on crack).

Butters: Not much to say for him; he's susceptible to peer-pressure so he would probably try some stuff but I don't think he'd be very into it.

Conclusion: they're the south park boys, of course all of them are at least going to try drugs (especially since... they all already have). what did you expect. my three girlfriends yes they smoke weed etc

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star boy | eddie munson

SUMMARY -> you’ve been feeling burnt out lately but eddie has the solution to that. which he totally didn’t expect.

eddie munson x fem! reader

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GENRE -> nsfw/smut

WARNINGS -> tiny mention of weed. smut train chugga chugga choo choo 🚂. also, both are inexperienced cuz no bitches (first time, p in v, protected sex, mutual masturbation) fluffy smut

WC -> 4,573

a/n : i saw a post talking about eddie & y/n both being inexperienced. so here ‘ya go, just wanted to play the idea hehe. also, i can’t accurately really write how “first times”work, cUZ IM A VIRG— yes. and i recommend listening to stargirl interlude while reading this cuz we sluts. anyways enjoy my filthy eddie fic. ^_^

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the cafeteria was buzzing with multiple students flocking each and every table. chitchatting, a bit of yelling and constant whispers were populating the poor cafeteria, as always. it’s ear-deafening on most parts but it’s another normal day in hawkin high. you were seated in the middle of a vacant table, at least two students sitting at the end, minding their own business. finals were coming in, pep rally tomorrow and whole lotta shit to do once you graduate and start college soon. honestly, why weren’t you born a rock than deal with this? it was cringe thinking but in reality, you haven’t even felt yourself or even seen yourself taking up a career yet. maybe it was just the laziness but it was pretty understandable, having a life that doesn’t get harder each year that passes without the extra work to do it. of course you’d want that but it will always never happen, of course. no one would have a life without starting some goal that proceeds into your future and ultimately dictates it how you live it. it’s life, really, it’s sometimes just have some ups and upside downs. which is a sucker when you think of it.

“boo!” you yelped, feeling two large hands on your shoulder as the sudden scare almost flipped the coke out of your grip. you sighed, looking up, knowing who it is.

“the coke almost spilled on my fucking clothes, eddie.” you shove eddie’s chest back as he let out a chuckle along with jeff and gareth’s following in. you glared at them, feeling eddie behind you as you turned around to see him with a large grin plastered on his damn face. eddie fucking munson, two-timed held back senior and probably the most annoying person that ever annoyed in this whole year since you’ve met and had class with him. and fortunately is, your boyfriend. which was surprising since he’s the first ever hellfire member to actually get a girlfriend, (other than the three freshmen, who were still considered new which is why they are exempted, maybe.)

“i’m sorry, sweetheart.” he kissed your cheek, sitting down next to you, his supposed lunchbox slammed on the table. putting your coke down, you were silent as he shuffled next to you, his eyes digging holes on your face. observing, mostly.

“something bothering you?“ he asked, eyebrow raising. you looked at him then glancing away to see jeff and the others heading their way to grab lunch. you looked back at eddie, fingers fiddling with each other as you shrugged.

“i’m just tired.” you spilled it out, leaning your head on his shoulder. his hand caressed your back as you nuzzled your face onto his warm body heat. the smell of weed mixed with beer? and his cologne masking it, skunky and bit strong as you let out a relaxed sigh, nose scrunching still at the foul mixed scents.

“please don’t tell me you smoked again in the bathroom. i can smell you.” you pouted, pinching his stomach as he let out a yelp, ring cladded hand grabbing your wrist to stop your assault further.

“just one hit, helps calm the nerves.” he whispers against your ear. you could feel his cheeky smile as you shake your head in disbelief, eyes still closed relaxed as ever. “no even one noticed shit.”

“hm.” you let out a snort, not believing him, choosing to stay silent as the overwhelming feeling was ticking you again. it was killing your mood lately. it felt like you just wanted to sleep, do nothing, let all of your problems sizzle down and wake up, feeling normal as ever again. but it didn’t happen, not at least once.

“i’m not pretty convinced you’re just tired.” eddie pointed out, grabbing something from his lunchbox. he opened the zip-lock bag and shoved the mini-pretzels in his mouth as he nudged you with his shoulder to speak, making your head thump against him in an uncomfortable way. you winced, his shoulder blade hard against your cheek as you sat up and looked at him. “come on, spill it. tell me what’s been bugging you. i can’t be a good boyfriend if i don’t know what’s making you like this! acting like a total zombie chick.”

you smiled at him, heart fluttering at how genuine he looked. he had puppy eyes as he rested his cheek on the palm of his hand. staring at you as he still munched and munched. you didn’t know where to start, you were a tincy bit embarrassed knowing how everyone had been bummed out this final semester.

“i don’t know. exams were hard, tons of shit were due last week and i studied, a lot. which i don’t feel like i’ve done enough. i’m just—“ you sucked in a breath. “i feel fuzzy and i don’t know what to do.” you grabbed one of his pretzels and shoved it into your mouth, glancing at him seeing him have a very serious expression on. fingers on his chin, tapping slowly and thinking deeply as if he was your therapist.

“interesting.” he merely said, humming a tune as you rolled your eyes at his tactics.

“oh, now it’s interesting?” you squinted your eyes at him, pondering whether to be annoyed or amused or actually believe if he was helping rather than messing with you. you were about to stand up, trying to think that this conversation never happened. “fuck it, forget i said anything, ed—“

“i’m listening, hey! i am. which is why i’ve got this awesome idea.” eddie grabbed your wrist, pulling you down, making your ass thump on the uncomfortable cafeteria seat. “it’s going to be cool. i swear to you. on my own uncle.” he patted your thigh as you listened to him.

“i’m not smoking again if that’s your idea, eddie.” you added as his face fell a bit. remembering the time you tried to smoke a joint that he offered, well it wasn’t a great idea at all. the strong odor sticked onto your jacket when you got home. which caused a frenzy when one of your family members smelt it while it was in the dirty laundry. making you almost homeless.

“ah, shit. ok, that’s one out of the idea.” he scratched his head as his tone turned soft, knowing he was serious now. “but come home with me tonight. at my place. just the two of us and we’ll think of something from there. haven’t hanged out with you since last week.” he whispered, seeing as his cheeks turned slight red, he was shy. you blinked, unexpected how he asked you to just hang out with him in his trailer. just the two of us. innocence laced over your eyes as you looked at him again. it had been a long time since you spent time with him out of school. and you needed it before spring break starts.

“alright.” you agreed, cocking your head to the side seeing his grin become wider. “but my curfew’s at 11:00.” you reminded him as his face scrunched up in confusion, you shushed him before he could blurt any smartass comments further as you kissed his cheek, in quiet adoration for his sweet efforts.

•••

“home sweet home.” eddie groaned, stretching his arms with a pop as he opened the van’s door for you to hop out. your bag was slung over shoulder, your eyelids were heavy with sleep as the sun had already disappeared from the warm sky, grey clouds and soon arriving night stars were looming over hawkins now. you yawned, following eddie inside of his trailer. he had you first step as you immediately went to his room, briefly looking back at him seeing he was preoccupied getting something from the couch. seeing his bed, which was messy as always, you plopped down with a heavy sigh. bag on the ground as you snuggled yourself into his sheets, smelling the same scent he had on the whole day. weed and cologne. grabbing one of his worn-out pillows, you hugged it against your chest, your position on the side as you cuddled the pillow, the drowsiness now sinking in.

“no sleeping.” eddie’s amused voice rang through your ears as he slapped your ass, causing you to jolt from the sweet sleep you almost had. you grumbled, rubbing where he slapped it as you rolled over to your back seeing as he removed his signature leather jacket and denim vest. leaving him with his plain tee, which fitted him magnificently. hugging every curve he had that had something awaken inside you. he looks… heat course through your veins as you thought of something completely inappropriate.

“you sleepy, baby?” he asked you, in a low pitch, raspy yet you knew he was teasing you. his arms were crossed, like he was scolding but he still had that ass-affectionate smile. your knees were bended, thighs together as your eyes were locked on eddie’s arms, seeing how it flexed with one sway he would do, leaving you gawking. your heart started to flutter again, thinking this was just the sleepiness, you didn’t know why. you felt drowsy, too drowsy in fact. you have thought of eddie multiple times, thinking of him fucking you was number one obviously. it was hard, you two just surpassed the one month of dating yet here you are, so eager to let him do things you never did before. you were curious of course, heard lots of people talking about their first times, it was a minor thought for you not until eddie came into the picture. he had you locked in your mind with every image you could imagine with him, yet the two of you never even spoke about it. the sex. only a couple of jokes had ever transpired but it never happened. not once and you thought maybe both of you were just pussies for not bringing it up.

“i’m not.” you mumbled seeing as he had something hidden tucked under his arm. you glanced up to him seeing his excited face, knowing you had noticed it. “what’s that?” you asked, nudging your chin to the hidden item. he chuckled, taking it out as he tossed it to you. the item landed on your face as you quickly grab it, hovering it above your face seeing the signature hellfire’s logo. you sat up, smile forming, showing the item seeing it was a hellfire tote bag. large enough to fit any school item you could pack in.

“i don’t have the money for another t-shirt but the tote bag was free so i got it printed with our rad logo.” he sat next to you, observing your reaction. “i do also command you to use it tomorrow for hellfire night. it’d be cool, please, m’lady.” he begged, lying down on the bed with a pout.

you laughed. “i love it and i will. thank you, edds.” your voice turned soft with evident adoration in your tone. you put the tote bag down as you crawled to him, hovering above him, looking into his brown orbs as his hand brushed against your cheek.

“i got some movies with me or maybe we can lay here all day. whatever makes you feel better.” he suggested, you hummed, leaning into his touch. your heart pounded and your stomach flipped making you feel the evident warmth on your cheeks. he looked absolutely sublime right now, underneath you with a innocent expression on his face. him completely unaware what he had started that caused you to be so eager for something to happen. “you up for that?” he broke your hazy trance as you nodded.

“absolutely.” you whispered, a moment of silence passed between the two of you. each and other’s breaths the only thing making the silence grow louder. eddie’s mind suddenly clicked, he leaned up and captured your lips in a sweet familiar kiss, what he felt right to do in the moment. you let out a tiny gasp, eyes closing in habit as you reciprocated with a ounce of fervor hidden. his lips molded over yours, heat aflame that was sparking every course of your nerves. his soft lips were heaven amongst, you could not remember anyone kissing you like him. only him. you could almost laugh in denial knowing he had warned you before you and him actually started dating that he didn’t quite have enough experience how to really be with someone. let alone how to actually please someone. it goes the same with you evidently, you like him, in a unhealthy amount, too unhealthy for you to even care. he filled the gaps of your heart in his way that you had not realized you did the same for him.

you shifted above him as he sat up, lips still locked on yours. your thighs were now straddled above his lap, his hands on your hips and yours on his shoulder. making out with him was a pretty normal occurrence yet it was only that. your lips opened up slightly, his tongue invaded yours making you wriggle in excitement. in this moment, you felt it, some silent agreement between the both of you as you let out a small moan. your core felt damp, heat buzzing as you wanted to grind against him. your fingers tangled on his hair, tugging slightly as he suddenly broke the kiss with a pop. you felt it again, that hazy feeling, certainly it wasn’t because of your burn-out, his lips were red and plump. his cheeks were stained with red and his pupils were blown out as he squeezed your hips again, harsher this time making you sit firmly on his lap.

“sweetheart.” he crooned, leaning in again to place kisses on your neck. “my beautiful, beautiful sweetheart.” he mumbled against your skin, you bit your lip feeling him butterfly kisses whilst sucking and biting to tease you. your legs trembled at his tactics. no space was left between the two of you. you could feel everything, breasts pressed against the hard plain of his chest, the way his rings dug into your skin and his body heat warming you as ever. your was core seated directly over his bulge, the hard prick forming in his jeans making you wanna cry out in desperation.

“eddie.” you pleaded against his ear, breath fanning hot as he shuddered at your voice calling his name he so fantasied multiple times when he was jerking off. “eddie, please do something.” you begged, the shyness suddenly out of the picture. you wanted it. you wanted him. and he delivered.

“a-are you sure?” he asked shyly now and turned his face up to yours, nose brushing against each other seeing your drunken stupor expression. eyes so doe with lust that he couldn’t believe you were desperate for him to fuck you. he wanted you as well, the evidence in his jeans that was so uncomfortable with your clothed pussy pressed against it, feeling the slight beat. “right now? with me? r-really?” he gasped as you grind against him.

“yes. yes. yes. please. i want to. so badly, eddie.” you mumbled, sure as ever. he blinked, he knew you were inexperienced as him. both complete virgins. he only knew the basics of sex from class, magazines and pornos. yet he deemed himself as undesirable knowing half the school calls him a fucking freak. but you, you were so willing that it made his heart burst, confidence now on his boot. it was now up to the two of you to actually act and progress on this. he gulped, thinking of something as he guided your hips in a slow grind, the friction helping the two of you. he was shy now, afraid he might displease you in any way or hurt you. but from the looks of your face, you were already so hot in daze and it sent him into a wild hunger to please you further.

“so desperate.” he mumbled, kissing your jaw as he now harshly stopped your hips from grinding making you whine. the heat in his gaze set fireworks in your body as he spoke again, with command but with sweetness. “clothes off now, baby.”

in a matter of minutes, clothes were torn off and are on the floor, leaving the two of you bare in front of each other. you were on your knees, eyes greedy as you took a moment to admire him while he admired you, his eyes roaming every inch of your body. eyes now staring directly at your breasts. he leaned over and squeezed them with both hands. “hello ladies.” he whispered, making you hit his forehead with a sigh at his goofiness as he chuckled. he watch as your nipples hardened under his touch. you arched a bit, enjoying the feel of his calloused trembling fingers gently cupping them. he massaged them with love, but eventually he let them go. now roaming his eyes to the prize between your legs glistening before him. he bit his lip, as your eyes were staring directly at his boxers. you pouted at it, wanting him to take his underwear off like you. but you can see it perfectly, his prick outlining the fabric knowing he was huge. huge that made your mouth almost drool but you waited, liking the anticipation what comes next. eddie winked at you, arms open as he ushered you to sit between his legs, patting the space in front of him as he leaned against his headboard.

“come over here.” he grumbled. you complied, heat between your legs starting to annoy you as you turned your back on him and scoot backwards as your back rubbed against his chest. your ass pressed against his crotch as he let out a groan, his hands on your thighs as you spread them apart eagerly. he kissed your shoulder, hands roaming up to your belly. you leaned to the side, enjoying his touch so soft as if you were a fragile thing in his arms. your heart was beating against ribcage, throat dry of how this was going to happen now. finally. you moaned as his hands were cupping your breasts again, this time he took the time to study you. how you keened and wiggled in his arms as he gently massaged your breasts, his breathing seized as he let out a sharp intake of breath seeing how his fingers were making you into a bitch in heat. he loved it, love the way your boobs felt in his palms. a sudden boldness started inside you, he was too preoccupied lavishing kisses on your neck as you trailed your hand back to cup his cock in full impatience. wanting to let him feel the pleasure you were having, he froze for a bit, mind went ablaze as you palmed him. the sudden rush of blood stirred in his cock, you were blooming with lust feeling his hard prick jump in your touch making you smirk. eddie let out a groan, holy shit, your hand clearly so much better than his. he continued to massage your breast with one hand as the other slides itself down to your naked awaiting pussy.

you watched his hand hovering above your core, the lack of patience had your you trying to grind up making the man behind you let out a airy chuckle. your brows furrowed, a little annoyance plastered across your face as you turned your face to him to see his cocky smirk. “stop teasing.” you warned him but he just rest his hand on your thigh, squeezing it.

“i’m not teasing.” he bit the lobe of your ear, making you flinch. “you gotta show me first. show me how you rub your little clit, hm? show me how desperate you are.” you core squeezed at his voice. you slid your other hand down, not minding the extra work on your arms. your nose was brushing against his chin, you wanted to watch his reaction once you touch yourself for the first time in front of him. no more shying away, just him and you as what he said. his pupils were blown black, seeing as you adjusted yourself, knees bend and your fingers now strumming above your wet clit. he kissed your nose, eyes still locked below as you started to rub in slow circles, like you always do to build the pleasure up as his other hand was still fumbling your other breast. you whined, the back of your head planted firmly on his chest as you grind yourself up to the palm of your hand, the heat of his gaze making it more exciting than ever. eddie was in complete awe, your hand palming him stopped as you focused on yourself which he didn’t mind, it was all on you now.

“h-harder.” he whispered, pinching your nipple as you arched your back at it. you were so drowned in pleasure, rubbing your clit harder at his request, speeding up a little feeling how sticky you got now. juices leaking out all for him. eddie’s hand on your thigh moved back as he fumbled with his boxers, you bit your lip seeing as he was desperate to match you as well. freeing his cock out of his confines, he shuddered, the cold air hitting alongside the touch of your skin on his rock-hard prick. he grasped himself, pumping like he always did. eyes back to where you are pleasuring yourself. the two of you were silent, your pants and grunts circling his room. you rubbed yourself a little faster, your pussyhole feeling a bit neglected. you could practically feel him jerking off behind you, making you wanna come so fast but you can’t cum just yet. you wanted him inside of you. now.

“eddie.” you called out, head tilting up to meet his eyes.

“y-yeah?” he looked down, still pumping himself. “you want it, huh?” he asked, pecking your lips as you eagerly nodded. the whole scene transpired as you were now lying down, hips titled to the side, showing your pussy pouring it’s very juices, squeezed between your luscious thighs. eddie was towering above you, rolling the only condom he had from when the guidance counselor thought the two of you were hooking up in the bathroom that one day. which seemed like this red condom packet was omen for him and you. he suddenly smiled, lining himself up, checking if you were still okay with this. “you ready? just say the word and we’ll stop.” he assured.

your cheeks felt hot, liking his concerns. “i’m ready. i want you.” you confessed making him blush red. he leaned forward, catching your lips in a sweet kiss as he slowly pushed himself inside of you. one hand grasping your hips to keep you in place and the other keeping himself up, careful not to squish you.

“i want you too.” he mumbled against your lips making you smile as you felt him. he fitted perfectly, snug inside of your warm walls as he almost cummed at the sensation. jesus h. fucking christ. he could not believe it, how he felt so connected with you in this moment. a new exploration between the two of you started as he stilled himself, watching if you were okay for him to thrust in now. little to no pain was felt, you only felt full. full of him and the foreign sensation of his cock was new at first but one little movement made you wright in pleasure. clenching him, he gasped as he got the memo. your arms were encircled behind his neck, fingers gripping his hair as he thrusted himself now.

“feels good, edds.” you praised as he buried his face at the side of your cheek. groaning as he picked up a pace, still cautious as ever. you were clamping him, too hard in fact that he might burst before he could even make you come.

“sweetheart, i’m not gonna last long if you’re squeezing me so fucking tight. i-i wanna make you cum first. shit.” he moaned, making you let out a airy chuckle as you relaxed yourself. he sighed in relief, pumping himself now as you wriggled, euphoria bursting in every vein inside your body. you loved it, love the way his skin felt on yours, the brushing of the strands of his curly hair on your cheeks and the sound of skin slapping making it obscene as ever. you whined, his cock rubbing every gummy wall inside of you, hitting that spot that made your eyes turn white. you blabbered out his name as he whispered yours over and over again. both of you worshipping each other as his grip on your hips tightened, fist clenching beside your head as your hands tugged his hair. he felt so sure as he thrusted himself harder and faster knowing you would want it. you cried in bliss as he kept hitting that magic spot, the knob in your stomach tightening as you knew you were almost there.

“i’m s-so close, sweetheart. gods, are you cumming, hm? please c-cum, beautiful. pleaseee—“ he pleaded, lips brushing against your ear as you nodded. he let out a growl, pumping himself in and out, hips bruising and sweat beading as he thrusted himself again and again. the wet sounds of your pussy so good in his ears, how your hole fitted his cock perfectly as he felt yourself tighten around him again. he pounded, his hand on your hip now rubbing your clit until you were now practically shouting his name in his whole trailer. if the neighbors woke up, he didn’t care a fucking bit now seeing you struggle underneath him. with one last thrust of his cock, you burst into moans, grinding yourself up as the wonderful orgasm covered your whole entire body. your eyes were blurry as eddie followed you, bottoming himself as he came, hot spurts of his cum spilling inside of the condom. your name he was blabbering as his high practically leaked him of his every fluid he could muster. he slumped, the wonderful sensation of sweat and your skin on his. he kissed your neck, liking the way you were panting beneath him. he did it. he completely fucked the shit out of you. which was not was he was expecting this night. removing himself slowly, he laid beside you with a satisfied grin. you were still breathing hard, trying to comprehend how good you feel now.

“you still feeling burnt out?” eddie suddenly broke the silence, you grumbled as he chuckled, now scooting to his side as you laid your head on his chest. his arm encircling your sweaty shoulder as he caressed your skin. the sound of his heart beating made your eyelids droop with sleep, the stickiness between your legs a pleasant feeling for once.

“that was wonderful.” you breathed out, humming as eddie agreed with a silence hum. you looked up to him seeing his face full of glee making your heart clench in bliss. like he was waiting for you to say something else. you pushed yourself up, kissing him with passion, just a sweet slow kiss as you nuzzled yourself against his sweaty body. “thank you.” you mumbled against his lips, liking the way he felt giddy now, seeing a smirk on his face.

“anytime, my sweetheart.”



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