batch. . .୧(＾ 〰 ＾)୨. . .🍌 stoner bf x good boy reader
batch ingredients. . .୧( ˵ ° ~ ° ˵ )୨. . .🧀 being high 24/7 , bf used to sleep around , drug dealing , weed , small arguments , blow jobs , hand jobs , excessive pre-cum , imagine him as a sort of metal head but less metal , hair pulling , marking , he makes you cry(he really does love you he's just not in the right mind) , reader is literally a cry baby though it's kinda cringe , THEY ARE SENIORS IN HIGH SCHOOL!!
something to know about the batch. . .🥜୧| ͡ᵔ ﹏ ͡ᵔ |୨. . . the two of you met as a coincidence. his mom forced him to go to church(high off of his ass). saw you, thought you were cute, fucked you on a tree nearby after church. you. couldn't forget him so he agreed to be your boyfriend
owners note. . .🥞ᕙ( ~ . ~ )ᕗ. . . i never proofread. this was so fun
sometimes your mother couldn't believe you. she had no issue with you dating a man, but couldn't it be a nice church boy with slick backed hair and a good reputation? you had to beg her to let you date him , you begged her while he was right in front of her! "please mama! he's really sweet i promise." you hung onto his arm, and your mother had a look of confused mixed disgust on her face. the guy wasn't even with the world right now.
but she loved you. so she said yes.
but dating him was so much more different than you thought having a lover would be. he was clingy , loving , never showed any signs of cheating and you loved that! but christ only time he was sober was when he felt something warm around his dick. but that was still one of the best moments as well. you could see who he really was that wasn't a giggling goofball.
"mhm..there you go baby, such a good boy." you were better at giving head than you thought. your baby hairs were wet and stuck to your forehead due to wiped off cum from a few minutes ago. your jaw was numb and slacked , slurping noises echoed off the schools bathroom stall.
"look at ya baby..suckin' me so sweetly where'd you learn to do it so good?" you hummed, and shook your head as if to say 'no one but you' he chuckled, hand on the back of your head as he adjusted his hips and leaned back— his saliva covered piercing nudging the back of your throat.
you gagged, pulling your head back and leaning your cheek between his thigh and your hand moving up and down his shaft. "love you.." you mumbled , big glossy eyes blinking up at him. he hummed, thumb caressing your cheek. this is where he could always really see you.
—
your entire house smelt like vanilla bean and puppies. there were literal rules for him if he wanted to stay over. no smoking , no cursing especially if your mom was home , no "demonic" music , and he had to wash his clothes each time he came over so he didn't smell like weed or a vape flavor. but he would smoke something or take some sort of gummy beforehand and it was almost impossible to communicate with him.
"and then i had..hello?" you scoffed, waving your hand in front of his face. he had a stupid smile that seemed to be stuck in his face , eyes red rimmed and hooded. you pouted slightly , vision downcast. "are you even listening to me?" he flinched, blinking as if he had just woken up from a long nap. "what— what? no, baby im listening." you felt your eyes burn, and you looked away completely. you weren't trying to cry, because you knew it could be annoying but you couldn't help it. he came to your house high! "hey, hey. no, no, no, no, baby don't cry don't cry im listenin'." "no you're not!"
he'd shush you and his hands would come to your face. "shh , no baby don't do that. you know what it does to me." everything you did, did everything to him. how focused you were in class, the way you spoke, the things you wore which made you look like a fucking muffin. "you always do this.." "i know, i know." his lips came to your cheek, salt tears touching his lips as he moved his head lower.
"im listenin' baby, keep talkin' to me."
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he'd try to get you to at least hit a vape once , hell he tried to get you to have some shrooms. he personally liked to eat them but he tried to make you have the liquid version of it. usually when someone said no to wanting a hit , he would understand– but you were his goody two shoes of a boyfriend. "oh please baby , you ain't even smoke a cigarette before. no seas coño." you shook your head, brows furrowed angrily. "no! smoking is bad for you , you could get lung cancer!" he tutted , "shrooms don't get ya cancer baby." he was incorrect , on some drug logic.
"that's completely untrue and you know it." he shrugged, arm wrapped around you as you leaned onto his shoulder. it was a comfortable , loving silence for a while. he was comfortable , smelt like himself , and warm.
Working on a masky fic but my brain was consumed by this idea
Chubby!Streamer x Male!Bottom!Reader
Tags: Dubcon, Manhandling, Degradation, Rough Sex, Mirror Sex Technically, Filming
Synop: Your upstairs neighbours an annoying loudmouth streamer. You try to ignore how good he looks and he purposely pisses you off. He teaches you a lesson about banging on doors late at night.
A loud bang and a scream left you practically jumping out of your skin, rage flowing through you as you stared up at your roof with almost enough heat to melt through it. You hated that asshole. Your upstairs neighbour was a streamer and he was constantly live, constantly throwing controllers and slamming on his desk. You felt like he amped it up just to piss you off, the first time you had been rather polite to him despite the cockiness that coated him.
By the third time you had gritter teeth, a threat on the edge of your tongue as you almost banged his door down. He had opened the door, smirked at you and in the most snide tone you had ever heard spat out. "Piss off, princess." Slammed the door in your face and continued on. You could smell alcohol radiating off of him. You had found his stream a while back, he was entertaining, you couldn't deny it. You just wished it wasn't at your own expense.
He was larger than you, he had a bit of weight to him and you hated to admit that everything about him made butterflies rampage through you. "MOTHER FUCKERRR!" With that shout you threw the covers off, jumping up and storming towards your front door. You dashed up the stairs and started banging on his door. He took his sweet time in coming to you, opening the door and glaring at you. "You fucking dick. It's two am." Your voice was exasperated, pitching higher towards the end.
His face cracked and he smirked, looking you up and down. You were only in a long jumper and boxers, legs on full display as you chewed him out. He let out a dry laugh before roughly grabbing the collar of your shirt and dragging you into his flat. "W-what the fuck!" You yelped out, trying desperately to pull his wrists away. "That fuckin' mouth of yours never stops. It's about time I put those pretty lips of yours to use." Before you could stammer out a response he slammed his lips to yours, taking the chance to shove his tongue into your mouth. All you could do was whimper, his hands wrapping around your wrist and slamming them against the wall. You flexed your hands, brain reeling as you tried to comprehend what was happening.
He moved too fast, his presence dominating as he shoved you further into the wall. You whimpered when he bit your lip, his eyes glued to your face so he could take in every reaction. Finally he pulled back, leaving you gasping for air as you leaned against the wall with shaky legs. His dark eyes kept you pinned in place, allowing him to manhandle you. His fingers were rough, he played the guitar a lot and was rather good at it.
"You look so pretty when your mad, everytime you come here and all i can think about is bending you over and fucking that look off of your face. Im gonna fuck you up." His voice was low, whispering the last part as he looked you in the eye. His hands ran up under your shirt, scrapping his nails against your nipples causing you to yelp out. "Wai-" Your words were cut off with a moan, back arching as he grabbed at your cock. You felt like you had been swept into a tornado, you could smell his aftershave. He smelled like cinnamon and sweat, clearly he had just finished a session.
Suddenly he lifted you up, forcing you to cling to him. You let out a wet gasp against his neck, burying your face into his shoulder. "Should've known you just needed a good fuck, your ass is practically begging to be stuffed." You shook your head. "Y-you did this on purpose." You stated, chest heaving as his hands grabbed at your ass. His middle finger teased your rim, leaving your face burning bright red.
"And so what? It was the only way to get your attention." He dragged you over to his chair, sitting down and pulling you into his lap. "Y-you could have spoken to me!" You snapped, trying to get off of his lap. You could feel his cock pressing against you, you feel just how large and thick he was. "Wheres the fun in that? You're always alone. Probably gagging for it." You tried to deny his accusation, head shaking as you tried once more to get up.
He forced his lips back onto yours, almost bending you in half as he pressed you against his desk as he ground up against you. Your thighs burned, forced apart by his legs. You didn't know when you had started kissing back but you did, your tongue flicking against his. You whined into his mouth, he was addicted. The way he took complete control over you was almost enough to make you cum. You could taste smoke in his mouth, you could tell he smoked a lot of weed.
You felt like your brain had been cooked, you could barely focus on anything. You couldn't even remember why you had come. His hand came to the back of your neck, keeping you still as he pushed three fingers into your mouth. "Suck it, bitch." You hated the way his words went straight to your cock, that didn't stop your tongue from rolling over his fingers and getting them wet. He fucked your mouth with your fingers, eyes darkening with every gag he dragged out of you.
You felt your saliva drip down your chin, shivers wracking your body. He looked so cocky and confident, smirking as he leaned back. His dark hair was wild, he must run his hands through his hair a lot. He pulled his fingers from your mouth, hand shoving into your boxers and pushing two fingers into you.
"Sl-slo-slow down!" You cried out, arms locking around his shoulders as you buried your face into his neck. Your nails dug into his skin as your face scrunched up, head tilting back as you moaned. "You're gonna be a good boy and take what I give you. Maybe this'll teach you not to bang on doors so late at night." All you could do was choke on your whines, almost sobbing as he quickly fingered you open. You bit into his shoulder, muffled moans still spilling from your lips.
"S-son of a bitch." You whimpered out, mouth slack. You heard the sound of his mouse moving, clicking as he did something you couldn't see. You were about to question him when he pulled his fingers out, chuckling when you whined. "Got something much bigger for you, babe. Gonna stuff you full of this cock." His words went straight to yours, twitching against your stomach. He grabbed your ass to annunciate his words, dragging you close enough to reconnect your lips.
It was a sloppy kiss, your tongues swiping against each other. You ground down onto his cock, yearning for some friction. "Th-thats it, such a good boy for me. Bet you're gonna be so tight around my cock." He groaned out against your lips, biting your bottom lip and pulling it. "Fuh-fuck Thomas." You choked out, pupils blacking out your iris like an eclipse.
You pulled back, gasping as you looked at him. He had a cocky smirk, stubble apparent around his mouth. He had dark bags ringing his almost black eyes, he was also a toxic asshole. You had spent many nights listening to him hurl insults down his microphone, calling out other players for being 'absolute dog shit.'
By all accounts he was a dick, yet it turned you on. How cocky he was, he was bordering on an incel yet you found yourself ready to drop to your knees for him. You could see various hentai pictures on his walls, a couple figures dotted around his bookshelf. You knew he would be a pervert. He was so smug too, you knew he was damn good at games with an insane reaction time but the way he spoke to others could be deplorable.
Despite it all you were on his lap, desperately grinding down against his cock. "Ple-please fuck me." You finally begged. "Fuck me Thomas." He seemed to go wild after that, shoving you up and pulling down his stained sweatpants just enough for his thick cock to spring free. No wonder he was such a cocky asshole. He was well endowed. He opened a drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube out, watching you as he coated his cock. "Turn around."
You obeyed, jolting when he grabbed your hips and pulled you back. He rubbed the thick head of his cock against your hole, wrapping his free arm around your chest to keep you up. He teased you for a moment, his thumb toying with your nipple. "Please! Please, fuck!" You begged, the feeling of your rim being toyed with was driving you up the wall.
You were left speechless, breath stuck in your chest as he finally pushed into you. You knew it was going to hurt but you hadn't expected it to be this bad. He didn't stop either, shoving his cock as deep into you as he could. You let out a strangled noise when he finally bottomed out. He was rather gentle when he cupped your jaw, pointing your head towards the monitor.
"Smile, you're on camera." He whispered against your cheek, lips tickling you. Your eyes doubled once you finally noticed yourself on the monitor, you looked beyond fucked. Your hair was a mess and your face was red, thick tears rolling down your cheeks as you struggled to get used to having Thomas' cock in you. "Yoh-you can't." You whined, closing your eyes and trying to turn your head only to be stopped by Thomas' hand.
"D-don't worry. Just for me." He grinned, pulling you up and slamming you back down. You shouted his name, almost wailing as he made you ride him. "Shit. You looked s-so fucking pretty with my cock in you. Knew you'd be a good fuck." He suddenly leaned back and pulled you to his chest, his hand dragging one of your thighs up to your chest. You saw stars when he started fucking into you, the new angle causing your moans to come out in strangled chokes.
You finally collapsed, letting him use you as he pleased. "G-good boy." The praise went straight to your cock. The feeling of his cock sinking into you was mind numbing, harshly grinding against your prostate with every thrust. You could feel his soft stomach pressing against your back, his arms were thick and he easily could have easily done as he pleased with you. You supposed he did.
He wasn't afraid to moan into your ear, praising you and how tight you were. You could barely register his words, what you could register only pushed you closer to the edge. With another harsh slam you came, your cum shooting over your stomach and almost hitting your own face. It felt like fireworks had gone off in your mind, almost delirious with pleasure.
You threw your head against his shoulder, whimpering as he seemed to fuck you harder. You could tell by the grunts he let out that he was getting close.
He was surprised he hadn't came the moment your hole started spasming around his cock, it felt like you were trying to milk him. He couldn't believe his luck, he'd make sure he'd put your mouth to use next time. Maybe have you under his desk while he streamed. He couldn't deny he loved your ass, he couldn't tear his eyes away. He bit his lip as he watched your flesh jiggle with every slam of his hips, this was far better than he had ever dreamed.
He was glad he started to record this, he couldn't wait to watch it back and see your face as he pounded into you. He slammed you down, grinding into you as he came inside of you. You were boneless against him, body buzzing with electricity. "So pretty." He muttered, thumbs rubbing against the top of your thighs. He wrapped his arms around you, it felt surprisingly safe. You were too tired to ask him to pull out, you had the feeling he probably wouldn't anyway. You could feel his breathing slow down and deepen. It wasn't long before your own eyes closed and you fell asleep.
sasuke stared at his phone; his ebony eyes narrowed and thoughtful. the sunny boy that his friend once was became merely a memory, something he hadn’t thought would ever happen—or affect him, if it did. but it is.
since the first of november, naruto had withdrawn from him. physically, not as much; he didn’t live far and if sasuke wanted, he could easily barge into his house. emotionally, however…
he sighed, falling back into the cusioning of his bed. he turned to the side, letting go of his phone as he grabbed a smaller pillow lying near his head, embracing it tightly.
his heart beat calmly despite the untameable maelstrom going on in his mind. yet the frustration could only cloud and embitter feelings which quietly arose in his heart.
in the end, naruto had no right to ignore him. how many times had these bouts of mawkish and abrupt withdrawing caused friction in their relationship? that bastard had no sense of balance in his life—work, school, friendships, responsibilties!
he let go of the small pillow in his arms as he laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
ah… what should he do?
“naruto was more of the communicative type… mostly,” he mumbled as he grabbed his phone again. he opened their chat and stared at the typing box.
should he text again? just as sasuke clicked on the box, the delivered changed into seen.
YOU: ‘you’ve been ignoring me. wtf did i do?’
— seen just now.
…!!!
sasuke’s heart began beating rapidly as his eyebrows raised. he immediately sat up, staring at his screen out of excitement.
but after a few seconds, he calmed down; even though naruto viewed it, he didn’t begin typing anything.
the pitter-patter of soft rain eased naruto of the chaos in his mind. the endless quiet of his small apartment brought both peace and loneliness—though it is difficult for… someone like him, to diferentiate the two. the wire of his earphones were caught in his jacket.
his eyebrows furrowed as he huffed, fixing the issue once again. he’d have to buy wireless ones soon. after a bit, he realized he wasn’t playing anything, and opened up a music app.
adrianne? maybe.
cranberries? …maybe not.
despite scrolling for a while, naruto didn’t find anything he wanted to listen to; he ripped the buds from his ears and threw them somewhere on his bed. standing up, he decided he’d go out to eat today—but… should he invite someone along with him?
he looked at his messages app.
SAKURA… sent: 11/22, 9:21 AM.
HINATA… sent: 11/29, 8:22 PM.
SASUKE… one unread message: yesterday, 2:30 PM.
naruto’s eyebrows furrowed as his lips pursed. a wave of guilt washed over him as he realized he hadn’t replied. yesterday, he’d been busy, and chose to reply later. but when he got home…
kim hyunsung glanced up at the sky. yoo hyunmin’s ending has long passed, and out of respect for himself, he’s never check in again. bae seongho probably would want to let him know about yoo hyunmin’s current state, but… for some reason, hyunsung has a feeling that he wouldn’t.
he sighed and looked down, momentarily looking at the iced americano in his hand.
how long had it been since he felt… so directionless? so empty? everyone deserves happiness—this, he dearly believed in. but… he didn’t know how to find it himself. he knew, of course, that from now on he’d be able to follow any path he desired. as he fooled the god he made the deal with, he didn’t need to commit suicide. hyunsung had never planned to kill that bastard, anyway.
‘ding!’ — someone messaged him? was it changbeom? hyunsung sighed, hanging his neck back against the back of the bench before turning his phone over. oh. it’s siwoo! a faint smile stretched across his mildly dry lips.
KIM SIWOO, 3:29 pm. || hyunsung, how are you? wanna meet up?
meet up? kim hyunsung tilted his head; it had been a while since he saw siwoo, but he didn’t think siwoo would reach out first. he should be enjoying college, living like a normal person. it hadn’t been very long since his involvement in ‘golden gate’ ended.
he swallowed a lump down his throat, pressing his lips against each other.
YOU, 3:30 pm. || sure, i guess. im not busy. where?
kim hyunsung stood up, stretching his back. the injuries built up during these years truly began to weigh on him. he never let anything he’d been afflicted with truly, deeply heal. not mentally—not physically. what could he do, however, then? he had to finish what he began.
‘ding!’ siwoo texted him the location.
KIM SIWOO, 3:32 pm. || hey! it’s the cafe a few blocks down hyungjin’s cram school.
YOU, 3:33 pm. || why were u near there? just curious!
KIM SIWOO, 3:35 pm. || oh, i was helping your brother with a few people bothering him. did you know that you’re such a legend that people are begging him to connect you with them just so they can challenge you to a fight? LOLOL they shoulve asked me!!!
YOU, 3:35 pm. || why didnt he tell me first?
hyungsung’s eyebrows furrowed as his jaw clenched. he looked up at the sky, tightening his grip on his phone before looking back at the screen.
KIM SIWOO, 3:35 pm. || i’m already at the cafe, we can talk here.
hyunsung put his phone away, leaving siwoo on read.
