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â i was too busy fuckinâ bitches, gettinâ moneyâ
â°â⤠No pronouns, Reader mostly referred to as 'You', only 1 use of Y/N, emo is not mentioned in this part btw
Warnings: Description of a zombie, creepiness, lonely reader, not properly proof read
In your small town there was always a myth about monsters that roam the woods at night, monsters that were once alive⌠once human⌠but you know this is no mythâŚ
The next few days everything scared you, even though you had convinced yourself that what you saw out your window wasn't real, the memory of looking death in the face still scared you. For days you couldn't sleep properly out of fear that the corpse would climb through your window in the middle of the night. You wouldnât even go into the woods, always walking straight home after school and staying shut inside for the rest of the evening with the windows and curtains closed.
But because you haven't gone out to the tombstone in a while you've started to feel just as isolated as when you first got here, not talking to anyone, not leaving the house, lost in your own thoughts. The grave of the unknown person helped you, honestly it saved you. You could talk about whatever you wanted and it would listen, you miss it.
Recently youâve been feeling a little better, less scared of everything around you, so you decided to be brave and go see your friend.
The slow walk through the dense woods was frightening, every rustle or crunch would make you yelp, scared that the monster boy from your nightmares would jump out and eat your brains. Eventually you recognised the trees and surroundings as the ones close to the rock and you started to get excited at the thought of being able to talk to it once more and apologising for neglecting it the past few weeks but quickly, you stop dead in your tracks.
There is a young boy standing in front of the grave, slouched and hunched over like a sluggish dying body, he looks a sickly green colour and his matted, shaggy hair falls over his face. His clothes are like dirty old rags and they hang off his body in a lifeless way. You almost ask if he's ok until you notice the gigantic hole in front of the tombstone and the amount of dirt on the boyâs hands.
Suddenly you came to the frightening realisation that what you saw outside your window that night wasnât all in your head, it was real. And so are the stories of monsters and beasts in the forest, because you met one.
You let out a shocked gasp and your hand flies over your mouth in an attempt to hide from the corpse of a man in front of you but his head slowly drags over to your direction, his dark and frightening eyes landing on your frozen pose. It is only now that you really get a good look at him, his features are sharp and shrunken but there is something curious and inviting in the way he looks at you. There is a stitch that runs from the middle of his cheek to the middle of his nose and his mouth is open like he is about to say something but the words won't come out.
You slowly lower your hands from your mouth and shuffle forward ever so slightly, testing to see if he would jump at you and rip your face off. Thankfully he didn't, he actually flinched away from you. âOh- no donât worry⌠I wont hurt you.â You mumble in response to his fear. At your words he relaxes his shoulders (not like they weren't already slouched) and you inch closer to him, studying his rotten features; the dark bags under his eyes, somehow his lips and eyelids are both blue and pink making him look both alive and dead. You stop in front of him as he stares at you with his prominent blue eyes, not being able to fully read his emotions.
 âIs- is this your grave?â You ask, glancing down at the hole and then back up at him. His head slowly nods in a way that looks like it's about to fall off and grunts, deep from the back of his throat. The corner of your lips start to quirk up in a smile realising the wish you made that night accidentally became true.
At an agonisingly slow pace you and the decrepit boy walk back to your house in silence, too scared and in shock to say anything while you drag him along by the forearm, helping him not trip over on branches or rocks along the path. When you arrive outside your house youâre extremely cautious as to not let anyone see him while you open your bedroom window and help him get in before he lands on the ground with a loud thud, thank the lord your parents arenât home.
You climb in the window after him and help him up off the ground by his arm, being careful with it as you're scared you're gonna rip it off or something. As he stands in front of you with his slouched posture, staring at you intensely, you feel like you should be waking up from a dream any moment now and your eyes will open to the bright, warm sunlight coming through your bedroom window, shining directly on your bed in a soft, comforting way. But you never wake up. There really, truly, is a zombie in your room, staring at you like he either wants to rip off your face or kiss you.
While you are stuck in your thoughts the corpse's hand slowly lifts up and he raises a finger that falls to the top of your chest, tapping a little before he gets out a low grunt. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you stare at him, trying to figure out what he is doing or asking. In an almost frustrated tone he grunts again, this time louder and he nods his head towards you. âM-Me?â He slightly nods a little and taps your chest, trying to convey something without words like a game of charades.
 âMmmameâ The boy spurts out in an unintelligible way. âMm- my- my name?â You say pointing to yourself slightly and he nods, seeming happy you finally understood what he wanted. âIâm Y/N⌠uhm- whatâs your name?â You hesitantly ask, not sure if he remembers or could even say it if he did. Slowly he brings the finger on your chest up to his and his mouth hangs open slightly while he groans. âMmmattâŚâ He mumbles in a way that seems like it took a lot of effort as he sighs after and his hand falls back down to his side. âMatt? Your name is Matt?â You question and he once again nods in response with a croaky groan falling from his limp lips. You slightly smile at him and feel heat slowly rise on your cheeks as your head tilts curiously while you look at him, you like the name, you think it suits him in a weird sort of way.Â
Divider by @sister-lucifer ^^
A/N: this one is a little longer but i hope u enjoy also sorry for the lack of romance so far jajajađ
CW: MDNI, SMUT, mentions of drugs and substances, angst, p n v, rough sex, and more. This is made for all part of this mini-seris.
This is my work. I do NOT authorize plagiarism or "inspiration" at all.
A/N: snuggle up and take a deep breath while we all escape from reality for a minute <3
With love and big tits, Rose
Word count: 2696
1: pushing me further, pulling me closer
âYeah? Ya like this, huh?â Chris taunts. Drool falls further down my chin. Each thrust from his cock rutting into me from behind pushes my sweaty face further into the ruffled sheets that reek of smoke.Â
It wasnât right. I wasnât supposed to have my best friend ramming his dick into my gut, but once the first slip up happened, there was no stopping it.Â
âCâmon, maâarenâtâyouâgonnaâtell me howâhow good it feels?â he rasps inbetween squelching slaps of our bodies slamming together. Everything burns. My stomach drops with a knot, gathering pressure as my legs tense and clench, beginning to shake as my knees threaten to fumble and slide down flat to the mattress.Â
Chris keeps me in place, one hand on my hip and the other pulling my shoulder down, dragging my body into his with growing intensity. âIâChrissss,â I moan out, a cry falling between the words as he hits just the right spot.Â
Friends were supposed to know each other. Just not like this. From the pitch of my voice, Chris lets out a dry laugh filled with pride. He knows. The way I even let out any reaction told him everything with silent words.Â
My skin heats even further as I feel him lean over me, cradling me to keep me in the same position while my body starts to helplessly squirm. âRightttt there, thatâs right, shit,â his hands move. The one holding my hip curls around my lower stomach, pressing on the spot where he can feel his cock inside of me. âThere it isâŚso deep, huh?â he purrs.Â
His voice is so subtle, I donât even know if heâs talking to me or to himself. All my mind can focus on is how fucking good everything feels. Itâs all so hot, so erratic.Â
Gasping for air, my hand reaches behind my shoulder, grasping into his hair as his breath pants in the crook of my neck. âOhâmyâgod,â The words are interrupted by his plowing hips knocking all the wind out from my chest.Â
My high crashed like an overwhelming fire. Every bone and muscle stiffens. The pure blank state of my mind leaves my eyes rolling back, leaning into the heavenly sensations as the slapping skin claps louder and wetter.Â
âFuck, yeah. Cum all over me, ohâcumming, ma. Iâmââm fuckinâ cumming,â he grits between his teeth, hungrily nibbling onto my neck while his cock twitches inside of me. The warm liquid fills me as he slowly paces to a stop, removing himself and tossing to lay on the bed next to me.Â
All the euphoria and relief seems to fade into regret as I lower to flatten my body on the mattress. Chris reaches over, grabbing his blunt and lighting it as he wipes sweat off of his forehead.Â
Regret fills me as every realization pummels down on me.Â
It felt so good, it just didnât feel like enough.Â
âYou good, kid?âÂ
My pout frowns further at the stupid nickname. With a shrug, I lean my body to lay on my back, grabbing his shirt from the pile of messy sheets and tugging it over my head. Leaning forward, I place my elbows on my propped up knees, taking a deep huff of air as I let my head sink into my palms.Â
âHey,â his hand soothes on my back as I feel him lean onto my shoulder. â--talk to me,â he urges.Â
Every second of pure bliss from him was a breath of fresh air, it helped me cope. The second everything came crashing down after was hard. And it was only getting harder.Â
âIâm still so stressed, fuck.âÂ
Stress. It was how the deal had come to be in the first place. Chris turned to drugs. He made good money, enough to spoil me and the people he cared about. Seeing how relaxed he was made it so tempting. I wanted the relief that came with his bloodshot eyes pooling into mine in the smoke clouded air.Â
The second I had asked, he was livid. Chris was disappointed Iâd even thought heâd consider letting me dig myself into the hole of addiction. He was my friend, he cared for me. That night, I learned how much he really cared for me.Â
____
[ Two Months Ago ]Â
He was flabbergasted. The look of disbelief after analyzing my serious expression told me how angry he was. A deep huff with a shake of his head accompanied his bloodshot eyes.Â
âI just wanna try it, Chris. CâmonâŚâ I gesture to the joint in his hand, pleading eyes begging from pure overwhelming emotions. An escape was needed and nothing was doing it anymore. No amount of music made my mind spin any slower, no amount of fresh air made me feel grounded. âYou know how stressed Iâve been, I need somethingâanything. IâŚI canât take another minute of feeling likeâŚlike this.âÂ
Chris pinches the bridge of his nose as his eyes squint shut. Lazily holding the joint in his hand, he offers a hand movement to wordlessly call me over closer. He lifts his arm up, letting it drop as soon as Iâm pressed up against his side.Â
Squeezing his arm around me to pull me tighter, he leans his head onto mine. I feel him place a gentle kiss onto my scalp, a rare gentle affection that makes my eyes start to water.Â
âListen, kid,â my tongue slips between my teeth, pressing along the rough edges hard. The pet name he used for me ever since we met at the dumb party nearly two years ago had stuck better than glue. It was like a thousand screws bolted into fresh, solid wood. And all those screw tops had been stripped. There was no getting them out, it seemed. âI canât. IâŚI donât want you going down with all this shit. You forget I see how bad it fucks people over.âÂ
An angry puff of air slips from my lips with a scoff. âBut you still sellâand you even do it yourself. Youâre such a hypocrite, god.âÂ
The insult spitting from my mouth makes Chris react quickly. He places the skinny joint between his two fingers, using his hands to grip my waist and pull me onto his lap. It wasnât weirdâit wasnât even unnatural. The amount of stress and torture life had thrown my way recently had left me relying on Chris a lot. Countless nights were spent with me sitting on his bed, watching him roll and seal different blunts and joints and ending in us holding each other close throughout the calm nights.Â
âHey, you only snap at me when somethinâ is really wrong. Whatâs up?â I relax into him as his fingers start to soothe through my thin pajamas. His chin rests on my shoulder, his hair tickling my neck.Â
I try to take a deep breath, failing miserably. It comes out as a hard sigh. âI canât do this anymore, Chris. IâŚnothing is ever going goodâor even okay. I can never focus on anything anymore. My grades are slipping. IâI still donât even know what I want to do and Iâm running out of time. My parentsâŚthey arenât gonna talk to me. Theyâll cut me off. IâIâm on academic probation. If I fail these classes, IâŚ.âÂ
Chris wraps one arm around my lower stomach, the other caging around my chest as he rocks side to side on the bed. âI got you. Yâknow Iâll always help you. Justââ
âNo, youâyou donât understand. I canât even sleep anymore. All I do is think. Itâs all I ever fuckinâ do anymore.âÂ
His arms untangle, turning my body to the side, allowing me to face him. One of his hands supports me, resting on the small of my back. The other soothes up and down my leg, squeezing and caressing the exposed skin.Â
âI know itâs hard, but thereâs other ways to cope. This isnât how youâre gonna do itâI wonât let you do this to yourself. I care about you. I donât care about the dumbasses I rip off for money. I mean, none of them are as pretty as ya, sweetheart,â he teases.Â
The poor joke paired with his soft smile makes my lips curl into a sympathetic grin. âThanks, butâŚI donât know. Iâve tried most things. They havenât really helped. And IâŚumâŚâ The red hue on my cheeks heating all the way up to my ears leaves my eyes widening. I turn away from his intense stare. The confession embarasses me just thinking about it, my teeth sinking into the side of my cheek as I hold my breath.Â
âWhat? Are you constipated or some shit?âÂ
The shriek of pure horror leaves my lips as I slap on his chest. He laughs, catching my hand and petting it in his hold. âSorry, sorry,â his lips press gently onto my hand before resting them back into my lap, returning his support to my back and massaging my thigh more intently. â--what is it? Yâknow I wonât judge you.â
âWell,â I swallow thickly as my ears begin to buzz from nerves. âIâuh, havenât, likeâŚbeen able to finish? I donât know, itâsââ
My eyes whip to catch his expression for a swift moment. The burning on my cheeks follows down my neck as I see his mischievous grin taunting me.Â
âCanât cum, huh?âÂ
Iâm not sure if itâs in my imagination or not, but I swear the remaining smoke in the air gets even hazier, glazing over his eyes with an unreadable look. Pursing my lips together, I shake my head.Â
âAwwwww,â he coos. â--and whyâs that, hm? That cute lil vibrator you got not doing it anymore?âÂ
Groaning, I lean into his chest to curl up with regret. âGod. I knew I shouldnât have told you. Whyâd you have to bring that up again? Ugh!â I exclaim.Â
âNot my fault you left it out,â he reasons.Â
âI didnât know you were coming!â I yell.Â
One quick look at his face and I can already read his thoughts. I roll my eyes before I even hear the words slip from his mouth.Â
âWhat? Jealous I can cum?â he says, insinuating a dirty tone with a whispered voice.Â
âChris. I will literally never hug you again if you donât shut the fuck up.âÂ
His lips tighten into a straight line at my threat. I lift my head, raising an eyebrow daringly at him. âFine. Iâll shut up.âÂ
âGood boy,â I joke, petting his head as he gives me a blank look. Letting out a dry laugh, I trace the design on his shirt on his upper chest. âI guess I just gotta go get railed or some shit butââ
Chris grabs my hand, pulling it upwards into his hair and leaning into my palm. âNah. Donât do that, ma. You got me.âÂ
My heart freezes for a second before filling with fire. Itâs the same feeling when the water is so hot it feels cold for a split second.Â
The name. He rarely ever called me that, but when he didâŚit was always out of spite. He knew how much it got to meâhe loved watching my face go blank with a cocky smirk.Â
After processing the term with a thick swallow and shaky breath, I smack my lips, speechless.Â
âWhat? WeâIââ
Chris is quick to lift his eyes to mine. The blue orbs contrast with the red rings around his eyes. Enticing and intimidating, I let my lips fall shut.Â
âCâmon, ma,â his hand on the small of my back slowly lift up my shirt, sliding his nimble fingers under the material. I feel his other hand on my thigh begin to knead my flesh more passionately, my thighs starting to stick more from a thin layer of sweat as he pulls the skin upwards in a firm grip. âYâknow I got you, for everythingââm not lettinâ you go get disappointed by some random guy who wonât take of you. Not as good as I could. Think about it,â he purrs.Â
Pulsing beats of feverish lust thump against my chest, echoing into my ears. His greedy hands start to feel relief against my hot skin, tickling the hairs on my body delicately with each intent motion.Â
âIâŚ.Chris, we canât. Weâre friends, Iââ
âSo? Friends help each other, hm? Iâm not lettinâ you run off to random guys who wonât even know how to make you feel good and thereâs no way youâre touchinâ a joint either. Câmon, think. ReallyâŚthink,â he emphasizes. His lips brush against my ear as my throat starts to constrict air.Â
____
Temptation is hard to resist when itâs impossible to think clearly. It was also irresistible as soon as he started touching my pussy through my clothes teasingly, acting like he was still only trying to caress my thighs. He was quick to point out how wet I was, but I wasnât embarrassedânot when I practically lunged to connect our lips.Â
Two months ago and the addiction I had succumbed to was for his red eyes looking into mine, silently telling me he was gonna ruin me.Â
The first taste had left me reeling for more. Time after time, I couldnât wait as long. I just needed the mind numbing bliss that came with how he teased me, how he fucked me. Nothing compared to the utter relief that followed his touch.Â
Too much time had passed. It wasnât enough anymore, I chronically needed him to make my thoughts calm and they seemed to do that every single time he let himself take complete and total control over me. The way he pulled that bursting dopamine with each time I screamed out was incomparable to anything else. And he made sure to cuddle me after so Iâd be able to sleep.Â
âWanna cuddle? Or ya need more time to cool off?âÂ
His voice tugs me back to reality. My reminiscent thoughts had passed as we let the sweat dry down and even our breaths. I curl into his side, looking down to see the waistband of his briefs peeking from his gray sweats.Â
My hand slides down his stomach, reaching over his groin and cupping his half-hard dick. Chris hisses, his hand combing through my hair gripping at the strands.Â
âFuck, maâŚweâŚ.we gotta get you to bedâŚyouâya got that fuckinâ test or whateverâshitttttt,â I ignore his words, not even lingering at the fact my exam was tomorrow. Sleep didnât give me as much thisâas much as him.Â
Slipping my hand underneath the gray material, I let my finger trace over his hardening length. â--hmygod, ma. Not enough, huh?â His hips grind upwards as his hand tugs harder in my hair, pulling my head back. My eyes meet his. His lip is turning pale from the pressure of his teeth biting down on it. Hungrily, he pulls the back of my head to meet his lips to mine.Â
âJust fuck me, Chris. I donât wanna think,â I purr, stroking over his cock as he pants.Â
His eyes squint at me while he feverishly bites on his lip. âLike it that much, huh?â he teases.Â
Giving his cock a firm squeeze, his head whips back into the pillow. The groan that falls from his mouth fills me with pride. His hands on me get tighter.Â
Letting out a cocky hum, I start to tease him with actions and words. âI really, really like it, Chris.âÂ
But, the regret comes from after the high fades every single time. It was repetitive. Heâd fuck me. Iâd get loads of relief, then heâd hold me. Every part of my body and heart felt nothing but peace in his arms. The second heâd cuddle me is when the heavier stress came in.Â
Itâs more than just a distraction. The relief had turned into an acheâan ache for him to hold me all night, kissing me as if I were his.Â
Stress had already consumed me in other areas of my life. No room was left for compromising thoughts of our âdeal.âÂ
