#deviouuusss

ℙ𝕒𝕡𝕒 𝕀𝕍

Claims to know what he is doing

In his office, he taps on the wooden desk and you do as instructed, sitting with your legs on either side of his thighs while he is slouched in his throne

Opens the top drawer and pulls out a match book and a pre-rolled joint

He licks his lips before propping the joint between his lips, he raises a brow to you - not realizing you mimicked his action of swiping your own tongue over your lips. You bite down on your bottom lip, your face flushing in a hue of deep ruby red. 

Not only did his rise to power and wicked dance moves make you weak in the knees, this was taking that to another level.

He shakes his head, a devilish grin appearing and he continues with nimble fingers. Papa rips a single match from its home and strikes it against the red strip on the back of the package. 

It instantly ignites, he cups his hand around it to keep the flame from going out, and brings it up to the end of the joint. He takes a few small puffs, making sure it's evenly burning before he takes a bigger hit.  

In a slow exhale, the smoke escapes, hugging the features of his face before disappearing in the air. He offers it to you and you excitingly accept, taking it between your thumb and pointer finger. In a swift inhale, you indulge, watching the end of it burn red and ash forming immediately following. 

Courteously, you blow the smoke away, and he takes it back, your fingers grazing during the exchange. He winks before bringing it to his lips and taking another drawn out inhale. Mid hit, he begins to violently cough, smoke spewing out during his attack. You quickly take the joint and place it in the ashtray before tending to him. 

You grab a bottle of water that was sitting on the desk and tell him to drink up. He tries his best, hunched over, his hands grasping the sides of your thighs, attempting to hold himself. Your hand flies to rub his back, and he catches his breath. He rests his head on your thigh, still recovering and you move your hand to pet his hair. 

Silly rat man…

𝕊𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕤

Always has a pre-rolled joint tucked behind his ear

He is more than happy to share his stash with the other Brothers and Sisters of sin

Practically begs for you to join him

Has a tray, all the ingredients laid out to create the perfect blunt for you two to enjoy

The both of you are sitting criss crossed on the floor, the tray separating you two

He hums as he begins the ancient ritual 

His slender fingers pick up a piece of paper and hold it in the palm of his hand as he sprinkles the ground buds in a line.  Once he was happy at the amount of flour, he picked up one side of the paper and began to tuck it in. You were captivated by how flawless his execution was, more invested on how delicately his fingers moved. 

Slowly rolling and making sure the ends were packed in tight, he brought it to his mouth and you held your breath. With a smooth swipe of his velvet tongue, he seductively licked the edge. Your eyes locked as he did and a cool shiver possessed your being, making you shudder. 

He casually chuckled at your reaction, “Is it cold in here?” his eyes grazed over your figure and landed on your braless, perked breasts, your hardened nipples poking out of your thin shirt. 

“Here, this should warm you right up” with a suggestive wink and his voice laced in adoration of your display, he held the spliff out for you. You rolled your eyes at the benign comment, ignoring the fact that he was clearly turned on by your mind-of-their-own breasts and snatched the joint from him. 

Your chest rose, puffing out as you took in a vast inhale, and you knew he was drooling at the sight. You blew the smoke out right in his face and as it dissipated he bit through it, flashing his pearly white fangs at you.  

A low growl rumbled from his throat and you giggled at his sass. You played innocent, purposefully arching your back to give him a show as you took your hit. He reached out to pluck the blunt from your hand, invading your personal space and extinguishing it out on the tray before tucking it behind his ear. 

You were puzzled, a bit nervous, had you upset him? You replayed the last few minutes in your head, too distracted within the confines of your mind momentarily. There was no warning as he lunged forward and tackled you to the hard floor, his hands holding the back of your head to protect from the impact. 

He peppered your face in kisses before he feverishly seized his lips onto yours, his entangled fingers in your hair gently tugging on the strands, eliciting a moan from you and granting him access for his tongue to wrestle yours in a fiery passion. 

𝕄𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟

The real professional when it comes to weed

He has a display case dedicated to his collection of bongs and pipes

Very shy when inviting you into his room

You both are sitting on the edge of his bed

He nervously chuckled when he realized he was anxiously ripping a few bowls before you came by. He removed the bowl piece from the bong and dumped out the dust in a small trash can by his nightstand, apologizing for the haze that clung onto the walls in his room. 

He crumbled up a piece of bud in his long fingers as he re-packed the bowl for you, a slight shake in his hand. You admired his room, very neat and organized, very fitting to his personality. 

“W-would you like to light it, or me?” His hands were so big, he was able to balance the bong in one palm and the white lighter which looked so tiny in his other. You smiled and politely asked for him to ignite the lighter for you. 

You picked up the crystal clear bong with both hands, being as cautious as you can. You positioned your hand to wrap around the neck of it and the other to support the bottom for the time being. 

“Ready?” His voice was quiet and timid. You nodded and he set the green ablaze, you sucked in as long as you could, the bubbles vigorously vibrating inside the glass. You swiftly removed the bowl piece, making sure to inhale and clearing out all the smoke before shakily exhaling, a huge cloud emerging from your mouth. 

You coughed a bit and he had a water bottle on hand, exchanging the items between your hands. You chugged about half of it when the tingling feeling of the high washed over you. Your eyes became so heavy, you ended up leaning against him and he welcomed you with open arms. 

He cozily swaddled you in his massive arms and laid back, letting you rest your head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. His grip was tight but you didn’t mind, he was an adorable snuggly bear. 

𝔻𝕖𝕨𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡

Doesn’t go anywhere without his pen

Likes to wear his mask and let the smoke cascade through its openings

Anytime you see him, he lets you sneakily take a hit

One time he placed it over his crotch and erected it like his cock as a joke

It didn’t stop you from getting on your knees to suck it, keeping your eyes fixated on his

Demon boy died at the sight, “You’re so fucking hot.” he snarled through gritted teeth

You bumped into him in the hallway: he was leaving rehearsals at a pretty late hour which is why you gave him a confused look. He read your mind, replying to the unprompted question, “Technical difficulties,” he groaned. 

You sighed, knowing he was most likely irritated and wanting to escape to decompress before he unleashed his fury on innocent folks. He fished out his gray pen from his back pocket, flashing it between his thumb and pointer finger and nodded his head towards the exit outside. Words were not needed as this was his signal for you to join him. 

I have a few minutes to spare.

He led the way to his secret spot in the gardens, it was tucked away in the furthest forgotten corner. The hedges, which hadn’t been tended to in ages as they grew uncontrollably tall, were surrounded by piles of crunchy dead leaves covering the overgrown grass. He kicked away the debris to make room for you two to settle down. The dark sky was luminated by the moon and stars of various sizes twinkled brightly. 

Your focus was on the shining stars, mentally connecting the dots to form your own constellations. He tapped the tip of the pen on your shoulder to get your attention, it was your turn to take a hit. You cheerfully accepted the device from his lithe digits, your eyes tracing over the protruding tendons and veins running down the back of his hand. 

As you brought the pen to your lips to take a drawn out drag, he grasped your chin turning to face him, mere inches away from yours. As you exhaled he latched his lips onto yours, shot-gunning the massive cloud of smoke into his own lungs. His grip was taut and you blinked rapidly with wide doe eyes. 

He licked his lips as the smoke exited his nostrils, tasting the strawberry flavored chapstick you sported on a daily basis.  Without a second thought he dove back in for seconds, feasting on your bottom lip like his life depended on it. 

ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞

Indulges quite often in the devils lettuce

Usually likes to have a smoking buddy

Wood worked a janky little box where he stashes all his materials

Phantom was laying on his stomach, fishing under his bed when you entered his bedroom. You tilted your head to the side, curious to what he was doing. 

“Ah ha!” he hollered, his head appearing from the curtain of his bed skirt and holding a wooden carved - clearly homemade - box. He shimmed to sit up right, his back leaning on the frame of his bed. 

He grinned like a giddy child in a candy shop, delighted you made it and motioned for you to join him. You approached him unsure where to hunker down. Unexpectedly, he yanked your hand and you landed in his lap, your back neatly pressed against his front. He had trapped you in a compact embrace, squeezing tight with his lean arms wrapped around your waist. You gasped and lightly tapped his forearm, flagging him to loosen his grip before you passed out. 

You both giggled and you nuzzled into him, wiggling your butt over his crotch, purposefully stirring his cock awake. 

“Hey, hey,” he teasfully growled, “settle down girl.” His hot, shaky breath caresses your earlobe, sending a bolt of electricity throughout your body. He placed the box in your lap, his chin propped on your shoulder, overlooking. He flung the top open, gathering all the necessary items before shutting it closed with a thud. 

The short hollow cylinder he picked out was colorful and petite, he grabbed your hand, holding your palm out for him to place the vibrant glass. 

“You know what this is?” his voice was low and you could feel his throat vibrate as he spoke. 

You shook your head no and he continued, “So I’m going to pack this end piece, the bowl, just keep still.” 

You were enraptured by his agile fingers maneuvering skillfully as they stuffed the bowl with crumpled pieces of herb. He then took the glass and balanced it on top of his fingertips, “I’m going to light the bowl and you’re going to suck on this.” 

Your lips met the cool glass opening, deftly sucking until you couldn’t handle the harsh smoke anymore. 

“Good girl, now we don’t want to let it go to waste.” he took over, consuming the rest until the bowl was burnt to a crisp. 

Your head lolled back, exposing your neck and he took the invitation to plant open mouth smooches leading up to your ear. 

“Why don’t we get more comfortable?” 

ℝ𝕒𝕚𝕟

Doesn’t really care for smoking

Usually babysits the other ghouls

Likes to mess with them now and then

You two are sitting on the couch in the Ghouls rec center

Rain was curious when you pulled out a small tin from your bag. You explained that it helped you wind down for bed and he asked to also try. 

You popped one into your mouth and chewed on the gummy candy, barely even able to distinguish it had weed in it. 

He opened his mouth, pointing for you to feed it to him directly. You rolled your eyes, he’s such a baby, and placed the soft jellied sweet on his tongue. 

“Mmm, that's yummy.” He sighed, contentedly licking his lips. You swear he didn’t chew it, instead swallowed it whole. You gawked at him, watching his Adam's apple bob as the gummy traveled down his throat. 

“You have any more sweeties?” He tapped your bag excitedly and you chuckled, the ghouls had such sweet tooth's, you should know better by now to bring extra candy for them. 

Time flew by as you two sat chatting about everything under the sun. Your high was creeping in, you could tell once your cheeks started to tingle and you had a feeling his was closing in as well. 

He had an enormous grin as he stared at you blankly, and you cocked your head to the side, oh no.. here we go. 

His lanky fingers reached out to brush the soft features of your face and you didn’t flinch, wanting to see where this would lead. 

“You’re… so… pretty.” His voice purred as he slowly spoke each word. 

You were stunned by his words and had no idea how to respond to his compliment. Your cheeks immediately flushed and mouth slightly gaped. 

He took the opportunity to skim his thumb over your supple lips, continuing to smile as he did. Maintaining eye contact, he let his hand drop to your chest over your heart.