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Lips Like Sugar/Your Lips are Chapped | Eddie Munson x Male Reader
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64654879
THIS JUST IN: New fic!!! Inspiration STRIKES a young gay boy on a SATURDAY NIGHT. It's 9:26pm. Hope you enjoy!
CW: drugs i guess? high kissing? its pretty tame and fluffy
maybe I will write a part two 😼🔥
“Make me walk make me talk I’m your dolly”
The human body is art.
Okay I’m gonna delete twitter.
⋆˚࿔ tricks and tension
hanta 'doesn’t know' how to ghost, so you teach him.
contains: gn!reader, weed and smoking mentioned, mutual pining, 0.9k words
authors note: hiiiii so this definitely isn’t me projecting at all thank u
you lean your head against mina’s car window, the right side of your face already beginning to go cold. denki is yelling over the music and the sound of the wind slipping through the window is tickling your ear. streetlights flash over the car as mina speeds through the streets. you’re sitting in the backseat with hanta, enjoying this short moment with your friends before the event.
“pregame?” denki’s leaned back against his seat, joint between his fingers pointing in your direction. you have no idea why mina agreed to let him sit in the front seat.
“you definitely don’t need it.” you joke as you take the joint from his fingers. denki rolls his eyes.
you lean back and examine the blunt in your hands before taking a hit. you take a deep breath as a familiar burn washes over your lungs. your eyes fall close as you blow the smoke out, a smile forming on your lips.
“pass me the aux!” you hear denki say to hanta, the blonde boy's hand reaching for his friend's phone.
“settle down, sparky! before you get demoted and i make you sit back there with hanta and y/n.” mina swung her arm, that wasn’t on the wheel, around to get the electric boy's attention.
denki let out a short huff in defeat and hanta laughed. the raven-haired boy had been quiet for most of the ride. his chill demeanor is something you’ve always admired.
you decide to butt into the conversation before things got too serious, “you should give denki your phone before he pops a fuse.” you joke, glancing up at hanta.
he catches your eye, his lips cracking into a grin. your head spins as you watch him pass his phone to denki. when he settles back, his eyes are still on you.
you give him a playful grin and try to divert your mind from the look he’s giving you, “excited?” you ask.
hanta shrugs, the expression on his face tells you all you need to know. “fuck yeah, we deserve this.” he lets out an airy laugh as he threads his hands through his hair.
you take another puff, ghosting the smoke before replying. “if i get two free drinks tonight then i’ll be satisfied.” you say, mostly joking.
the expression on hantas face is unreadable for a moment. he shuffles in his seat and clears his throat, “i bet you’ll get more,” he quickly says before adding. “how’d you that thing?”
your brows furrow, “what thing?”
“with the smoke.” he replies.
your lips falter into a goofy smile, “a ghost, hanta?” you ask, a hint of teasing in your voice. “you want to know how i just ghosted?”
hanta’s cheeks burn. he pressed his lips together as he turned his gaze towards the window. “i never learned how..” his voice is carefully low.
“seriously?” you consider hantas words for a moment, wondering if he’s lying. but can’t find a reason that hanta would lie about something so insignificant, so you push forward.
your mouth opens, “well.. want me to teach you how..?” the question doesn’t come off as confident as you want it to. how were you supposed to teach him how to do this trick?
under the dim car roof, hantas face lights up. “that’d be cool.” he assures.
you nod and place your hand on the seat between the both of you to ground yourself. “here.” you say, your voice light. the weed was definitely quick to take effect, but you were confident you’d teach hanta before you were completely out of it.
he took the joint from your hands, his eyes on yours.
“okay, after you suck in the smoke you're gonna push it to the front of your mouth,” you pointed to your lips, “then open your mouth, very slightly,” hanta nods along as you speak. “push the smoke out of your mouth and at the same time you have to breathe in through your nose, so the smoke goes there. got it?”
hanta eagerly nods, “push out, breath in. sounds easy!”
“alright then give it a try.” you motion towards the joint.
hanta didn’t wait, immediately taking a long hit. you watch his chest expand as he soaks in the weed and wondered if you were paying too close attention to him. when hanta opens his mouth and a cloud of smoke floats out and disappears into the air around him.
“close,” you lean forward, your body weight on your hand below of you. you bring your other hand up to his cheek. “shape your mouth more like this…” you squeeze his lips together. “now try again.” you remove your hands from his face. but it’s clear that you're resting closer now than you were before.
hantas eyes comfortably drape across your body before he does another speechless nod. “like this?” he brings the joint to his lips. you see the end of it glow a fiery red as he inhales the weed. his glossy lips fall open as he takes a deep breath in, the smoke climbing up into his nose.
a proud smile cracks on your face, “perfect! looks like you're becoming a pro already.” you grin as you lean your head back down against the car seat, still facing the hanta.
“thanks y/n.” his smile is wide and his voice as a certain crisp to it that scratches your brain. you could tell he was already a little buzzed too.
“did you really need help, or was this an excuse to get closer to me?” you can feel warmth radiating off your whole body when you ask. your tone is playfully and your gaze glistens against the moonlight.
hanta tilts his head down towards you, his eyes full of fire, “guess i just needed the right motivation.” his voice is hushed, words spoken like a secret shared in the dark.
Thing my brother actually said to me, before smoking weed
Alright, I'm gonna go get stony-bologna
time to use mj the way god intended,, to escape from her cruel world
never thought id be at the point in life where im only happy while high but the wait for a therapist is like a year so ig this is where we're at
Listening to music while stoned is likely the closest a human can get to ascending to godhood
😂😂😂😂😂
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Happy family
I love gay people
Rish(blue guy) belongs to Me Atilla(person hugging staff) belongs to @8bitchmain acrually no Shes mine Atilla is mine im. steaaaling He
My living arrangement at college is unbearable. I’m a dean’s list honors student, and my roommate is a dumbass stoner skater. Needless to say, we don’t get along at all, and the school isn’t allowing us to transfer. We found out about Rakurai Inc and decided to flip a coin: either he has to become a preppy academic like me, or I have to become a dumbass slacker like him. We’ll accept whatever outcome the company decides is best.
Tempting fate are we?
You were super excited. You had won the bet with your roommate and he would finally start to get his act together once the package would arrive.
You arrived home earlier than him and noticed the package by your front door. You giddily opened it up and saw it was... a candle? You smirked. A candle is way to bitchy for a stoner dropout like him. You decided to light it so the room would be all ready once hed got back.
You decided to do some homework while you were waiting.
As the time went by however you noticed you had a hard time concentrating on the material. Your thoughts kept drifting to your roommate. At first you thought it was because of your excitement for the transformation but then you noticed what you were thinking of. His long thick legs. His strong arms. His scent. You felt yourself get harder, and harder, and harder. You looked down to see a massive tent in your sweats. Wait... sweats? You were wearing khakis just before? You felt yourself rise up from your chair as your thighs suddenly began to fill out your sweats. At the same time your legs began to lengthen, your torso stretched, revealing your midriff, and turning your t shirt into a crop top. T-shirt?? You were wearing a shirt right?
Suddenly the front door opened and your roommate walked in. One glance and he immediately understood what was happening and smiled.
"Glad I told them I won, instead of you, you're looking so much better babe."
Babe? You weren’t his boyfriend though, and you werent gaaaaaaaayyyyy...
Your mind slurred. He had walked over to you and began to stroke your massive bulge. Each stroke send bolts of energy through your mind, breaking down the knowledge that you had been curating over the past years.
In its place came workout routines, different ways to use weed and multiple sex positions.
You turned your head to your boyfriend only to be met with his cheesy, musky rod against your new plump lips.
"They said it would work faster if you had some stimuli, so get to it baby"
You eagerly began to suck, feeling your torso broaden with each bob of your head. It didn't take long for him to shoot down your throat, and your arms exploded with muscle.
A musk began to permeate throughout the room and you felt yourself leaking in your tight sweats.
Your roommate might have lost the game but he sure has won the war.
Don't forget that Rakurai Inc. Is not liable for any unforseen events. Be sure to carefully consider that any changes are permanent.
My roommate is so uptight bro. He seems so stressed about his classes. He never has time to hang out with me. I wish there was a way to help him have fun again.
You wasnt sure what to expect. The directions told you to leave the bag under his pillow and everything worked out. After a few days nothing really changed. He seemed to hang out a bit more, but exams had just ended so it didn't seem weird. The third day is when shit seemed weird. An earthy smell hang around him, and he seemed not really himself. You asked him about it but he didn't seem to realise it himself.
The next day you opened the door to your appartment to find it filled with smoke.
"Ethan!!" You scream, you run around the house trying to find your roommate.
Suddenly a rush of air sucks away all the smoke out to the patio. Frowning you quickly move towards the back, your jaw dropping at what you see.
"Ey Michael, what's up. " Ethan is lounging on the couch outside, at least, you think its Ethan. The face was similar but that's about it. His arms were huge, the toned torso, thick legs and the tattoos.
"Ethan is that you?" You ask
"Ye man in the flesh" he winks at you as he gropes his unmissable bulge.
You stare as a grin begins to form on his face. He motions you over, but you hesitate.
"Sit"
His voice carries weight, enough force to move your legs against your will. You sit down next to him and he wraps his arm around your shoulder, his musk entering your nostrils, quickly turning your brain into a loopy mess.
Ethan smiles as he holds up a blunt he seemingly got out of nowhere and lights it. The burning herbs send you deeper into trance and you take it between your fingers. Your vision blurs, only Ethans handsome face and the blunt sharp. You take a deep drag and your whole body tenses. A hot rush runs all over and you begin to sweat. You groan a soft pressure pressing down on your groin.
You quickly begin to pack on muscle. Your clothes burst open, leaving you in your underwear, which, much to Ethans delight, quickly begins to tighten around your growing bulge.
You continue smoking the blunt as you increase in height, size and smell. After a while you look back at Ethan and grab his neck and pull his face to yours and make out with him.
You can't remember much, thinking definitely isn't one of your strong suits now, but you can always have a fun relaxing session with your roommate.
Dizem que amam a chuva, mas usam um guarda-chuva para andar embaixo dela... Dizem que amam o sol, mas procuram abrigo quando está brilhando sobre eles... Dizem que amam o vento, mas quando chega, fecham suas janelas... É por isso, que deve se temer quando dizem que te amam, porque se for mentira, será seu amor próprio que vai te curar!
posting the rest of the doodles i made on the same page
i think this doodle is so funny that im sharing it here
i think this doodle is so funny that im sharing it here
perfectly perfect
weed does not fucking cut it at all anymore and im out of klonopin that means it is time to shed my skin suit and fly into the sun someone pls distract me lol
