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MIDNIGHT MUNCHIES - BILLY HARGROVE X READER (18+)
word count: 1965 // masterlist | inbox (please request ! ) | WIP list
summary: you're well accustomed to billy's smoking habits and his subsequent eating habits.
Contents/Warnings: afab!reader, smut (18+), cunnilingus, almost-somnophilia (discussed beforehand and consensual; basically she's given him permission beforehand to eat her out while she sleeps she just woke up before he could), weed smoking, accidental cigarette burns, mentions of being high
A/N: do you like how I got so busy with schoolwork that i had to drop off the face of this app and then when i finally came back i chose to write freehand instead of touching the requests in my inbox... me either <3 this is the start of my summer break, though, so i hope to get out a lot of content for you guys!!
reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! your feedback motivates me to write more, so thank you for your support :-)
Billy's an experienced smoker. He's building up an impressive tolerance to the stuff, but he gets his fix, and it makes his hands a little uncoordinated as he pries at the button on your shorts.
You'd meant to change before falling asleep in his bed, but for every puff he took of his joint, your eyes drooped lower and lower, until you finally fell asleep slumped back against his pillows.
You wake to his frustrated grunt, as well as the sting of something hot at your thigh. You hiss, leg tensing as you peer through the dim room at him, "Billy? Can I help you?"
"Can't get your fucking shorts off," He grunts, and you watch as the lit end of his joint tilts to your flesh again, leaving a burning ring in its wake. The second time you jolt away from it he realizes what's going on, yanking the blunt away from your skin.
"Shit," He ducks his head down to kiss the ash-covered red mark on your thigh, "Sorry, babe."
"I was sleeping," You whine, voice still thick with the stuff, "Can't you eat a bag of chips or something?"
"No," Billy mocks your pitiful tone, burying his face into your thigh and dotting kisses to the skin there, "You taste better."
Finally his fingers manage to pry the button hole of your shorts over the metal circle, and he rips your zipper down with enthusiasm you're not sure how his weed-riddled body possesses.
"You can sleep if you want to," He offers, but with the press of his slightly stubbly cheeks against your soft, raw inner thighs, you know you won't be able to.
"Oh-" Your thighs tense as Billy's lips press in a prim kiss to your slit, "Just- just go, Billy, I- I don't wanna sleep anymore!"
"Knew it," He chuckles, eyes hazy as he parts his lips, licking a thin, wet stripe just along the slit of your cunt, "I'll make it worth your time, angel. Just relax."
You unclench your thighs, and he nestles more comfortably between them. His large hands are thrown over your hips now, splayed wide under your ass as he tucks your thighs beneath his arms, locking you in place.
He's just barely keeping his joint from igniting the blanket with the way it's tucked between his fingers, because now most of his attention is on the pliant, fleshy globes of your ass. You reach down to take it from him just in case, and he hums in approval, nestling his face into your slit so that the sound vibrates through you.
"Billy!" You gasp, hips attempting to jerk upwards even though they're stopped by his strong grip, "C'mon, please- please just do something!"
"You smell so fucking good," He groans, pointedly ignoring your pleas. He seems to be burrowing into you instead of indulging himself, and you're sure you're slick enough now to wet his nose if he keeps pressing it into your cunt.
"Billy," You pant, reaching down with the hand that isn't holding his blunt. You grab hold of his curls, tugging hard, "Do something!"
He bites you. He sinks his teeth into the oversensitive, thin skin that creases your thigh and your cunt, nipping roughly at it as a searing pain erupts from the bite. You cry out, hand falling from his hair and joint nearly slipping out of your grip.
"Ow!" You cry, but your stomach kicks back up with butterflies as he drags his tongue over the bite mark in a long, wet, thick, soothing stripe, "Ah, Billy, that- that hurt!"
"Don't order me around," He drawls, tongue back in his mouth as he presses his nose into the stinging bite mark, "I'll eat you out when I eat you out."
And, of course, eat you out he does. You should have known his dramatics were only that, the snap of his teeth were a show of authority, not of reluctance. He indulges in the wet smear of slick that's threatening to seep out from between the lips of your warm cunt, finally sticking his tongue out to slide between them in a stroke that only makes you wetter.
You're in the middle of taking a drag from his blunt when he finally makes his move, and you nearly bite the thing in half. You choke on the smoke, chest stuttering and lungs heaving to get oxygen back when it seems there's none left. Billy's hungry tonight, the more weed he smokes, the more intense his cravings are, and tonight he seems to be out of his mind.
Once he starts, he can't stop. He dives in, jaw nearly unhinged as he tries fitting it around your entire cunt. His tongue is messy and eager as it laps through your folds, licking up wetness that gushes out of you due to his ministrations. You can feel him trying to control himself, trying to drag his tongue through your cunt in methodical swirls, but eventually his rational brain loses out, and instinct takes over.
He laps at your cunt wet and messy, dragging his tongue in a slimy trail up from just above your ass to the hood of your clit. He pays special interest to the sensitive bud, lips sealing around it as he sucks and licks at you. His hands, still kneading greedily at your ass, change targets as he flicks his tongue over your clit one last time. He pries your thighs even further apart, like there's more of your cunt that you're hiding from him. He doesn't find any, of course, but he takes what he can get, groaning as he dives his tongue back into your pussy.
He's more than vocal, his hot breath coming in pants that signal he's getting out of breath. How he's managed to suffocate himself in your cunt, you have no clue, but you like how desperate it makes him.
He's making out with your pussy so well that you feel an orgasm already creeping up on you, brought on by the haziness of your former sleep and by how many grunts and groans he's pumping into you. He eats like he hasn't in years, like he doesn't get high and ravage you every night.
"Billy," You whimper, the bump of his nose against your clit ramping up the flow of pleasure below your stomach, "Billy I- I might- I think I'm gonna cum soon!"
"Do it," He pants, burrowing his face impossibly further into your cunt, practically sucking your orgasm out of you, "Go, baby, cum on my tongue. Give it to me, 'wanna- nngh," His voice tampers out into a gruff groan as your cunt begins to clench around his tongue, "Wanna taste you."
"Come on," He coaxes, purring into your cunt and egging on your impending release, "Come on, angel, lemme have it."
"I'm- I'm gonna cum!" You insist, reaching down with your free hand to lock them in his curls once more. This time, however, he doesn't reprimand you for your tugging, and you relish having something steady to hold on to as Billy licks your orgasm out of you.
The second you spasm around him, the moment your thighs start to shake and clench around Billy's head, he's letting a steady flow of moans seep into your pussy. It only makes things more intense, and as pleasure bleeds through your veins, Billy sucks it out of you.
"Fuck yeah," He groans, gruff and ragged into your cunt. He's panting, chest heaving as he devours you, "More, baby, c'mon, keep going."
His thick, rough thumb comes up to rub your clit, pressured circles around and around the bud that nearly make you black out. Billy's nothing if not an intense lover, and you think he may be trying to crawl inside of your cunt to suck you dry from the inside the way that he's mashing his face into you.
"Okay," You pant, heaving and shaky as you come down from your high. Billy's not easing up, tongue still laving through your pussy like there's more to take.
"Okay, Billy, okay!" You yelp, flinching in sensitive shock when he tries suckling desperately at your clit again. It's all too much, you're afraid you might pass out if he keeps going, not that you wouldn't have a good time.
"More," He groans, chasing you up the bed when you scramble into a sitting position and back against the headboard. He crawls onto the bed after you, already prying at your knees that you've bent together.
"Please, babe," He begs, voice thick with rasp, "Please, 'just want a little more, I- I'll go slow or something, I promise."
"I can't," You pant, gripping his cheeks and tugging him into a kiss instead. He's happy for the substitute, and you taste your own release on his tongue as he resumes licking sloppily into you.
"Here," You have to pry him away from your face, his lips chasing after yours, spit trailing down his glistening chin. You hand over his blunt, and he takes it from you eagerly to fill his lungs with smoke.
"More," He insists, keeping the joint held between his two fingers as he reaches for your face this time, leading another kiss. He steals the breath from your lungs, replacing it with thick smoke that makes your eyes water. He's too busy sucking your tongue to notice, his own trailing along its underside and sending shivers down your spine.
The squelching sound that accompanies his kiss is almost more filthy than how it had sounded when he was eating you out, and though your cunt is still on fire, you feel something building below your belly again.
He's making the same sounds into your mouth as he was into your cunt, grunting and groaning and huffing and panting as he devours you. It's only when he's nearly blue in the face does he let up, breaking away to pant open-mouthed against the corner of your lips. He knocks his forehead against your temple, lips mouthing lazily at your jaw while he catches his breath.
"Jesus, Billy." You breathe, lungs now empty of both smoke and oxygen as you heave, "You're- oh," He presses a wet kiss to your jaw, "You're really going tonight."
"I'm hungry," He drawls, voice lazy and gruff with both exhaustion and smoke, "But I'm-" He breaks off to yawn, nose scrunching, "-Tired, too."
"I can tell," You laugh weakly, no power in you to do so heartier, "Come on, baby, put out the light and let's go to sleep."
"Mhm," He groans, snuffing out his blunt and stashing it god knows where, too lazy to do anything with it, "You gotta- you gotta pee or something."
"Yeah,' I'll pee," You promise him, slightly touched that even smoked out of his mind, he's concerned for your post-orgasm hygiene. You excuse yourself while he wrestles with the blankets on the bed, and when you get back, he's snoring against his- no, your pillow.
"Billy," You scoff fondly, slipping a hand under his head to try and scoot it off of your pillow. He's limp now, and you're easily able to reroute him to his own side of the bed. When you slide in beside him the bed dips, and he rolls with the incline, body heavy with sleep as it presses against you.
"C'mere," You scoff, wiping away drool that's beading at the corner of his mouth as he snores, "Goodnight, Billy, love you."
You know he can't hear you, you know he won't say it back. But it feels wrong sleeping without saying it, so you nestle into him under the covers, and when you press a kiss to his throat, you feel his heart beat.
You know he loves you, too.
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billlydear · 3 days
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Hi babe. I keep reading the improvisation smut u did for me it’s so good. and I was wondering- are u taking any more billy smut requests hehe
yes i am <3
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billlydear · 3 days
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hello, love! just been thinking of you lately! i miss you loads and loads and i really hope you’re doing well!!! i hope to see you back on my dash soon <33
just for you sweetheart, i'll start working on some billy requests <333
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billlydear · 3 days
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Are you gonna be updating soon???
i'm gonna try, yeah
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billlydear · 3 days
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coming back from the dead to tell u all that my bf is getting a camaro because i told him they're my favorite (i want to fuck billy in his camaro)
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billlydear · 8 months
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🌺✨️💜 SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL! KEEP THE GAME GOING! 💜✨️🌺
thank you so much!! i think you're wonderful <3
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billlydear · 8 months
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hey, baby! just wanted to say i love you and i miss you and i hope everything’s alright!! ♥️
hi gorgeous i love you and miss you too!!! i've gone back to school for a semester so i'm very busy lately :( but i'm doing mostly sort of okay :') i've just seen you're having a rough time though! i'm so sorry you're struggling like that, and please remember that I'm here for you no matter what. i'm always ready and willing to listen if you need a shoulder to cry on love, please let me know if there's anything I can do to help <3 <3 <3 <3
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billlydear · 9 months
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☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity ❤︎
thank you so much! <3 <3 <3
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billlydear · 9 months
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hey, baby!! i just wanted to say hello!! and that i love you and i hope you’re taking care of yourself!! i miss you sooo much and i’m sending all my best hugs 🫶💕
thank you sweet thing! i love you too, and i miss you bunches! i hope that you're doing good, i've been doing alright lately which is nice! i'm sending those hugs right back in fact i think we should snuggle up together and watch s2-3 of stranger things <3
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billlydear · 9 months
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☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity! ❤︎
i love you baby 🥺 kissing you kissing you kissing you kissing you kissing you 💗💗💗💗💗💗
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billlydear · 9 months
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It had literally become a routine for me too dear your fics before I go too bed now 😭 like even on my automatic keyboard thingy, if I write the letters "bi", your user comes up LMAO
Your work is just amazing!! I mean, the tablet you have is unbelievable, and I'm always amazed by any piece of work you post 🫶Thank you for your effort and dedication in all of your writing 💕
hey oh my gosh that is so sweet ! i'm really glad you like my writing, i hope to publish some more soon! i'm sorry i haven't come out with anything in a while :-(
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billlydear · 10 months
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Hi, friend! Just letting you know I was thinking about you. 🖤
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aww lovepuppy!! that's so sweet, thank you 🥹 i've been thinking about you too!! i've been sooo absent lately and it sucks :( life got so busy! i thought i'd have a summer break but i don't </3 i hope to rejoin you guys on here consistently sometime soon!! missed youuuuu <33
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billlydear · 10 months
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hey, sweetheart!! just wanted to check in and see how you’re feeling/make sure everything’s going good. and let you know i was thinking about you. i love you and i’ve got lots of hugs saved up to send you! 🫶🏻♥️
hi sweet angel!!! first off, i'm so so incredibly sorry that it's taken me this long to reply, i really haven't been able to hop on tumblr that much lately. hopefully that's changed, but a lot of things in my life are changing and it's really hard for me to find leisure time. i've been thinking about you, too, and i've seen some of your recent posts so I want you to know that you aren't alone! i'm always here for you, and i adore you with all of my heart, so if there's anything you ever want to talk to me about, please know you can do so without judgement or without ever being a 'bother' of some sort. i love you too, so much, and i'm sending you all of those hugs right back!!!! <33333
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billlydear · 11 months
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my special little guy :-( he deserves that love ! and i'm so glad you let us read about giving it to him <3
a little lovin’
billy hargrove x gn!reader
word count: 600
warnings: none
a/n: it’s late. i’m emotional. this is a little baby something that i wrote very fast. i don’t know. i just need a billy hug.
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You creep down the hallway, socked feet making nary a noise. You avoid the floorboard that you know squeaks, leaving your approach totally silent. Your hands are even squeezing the sleeves of your sweater, emotion filling your ever vein. You’re almost bursting with it.
Billy is bent over the dresser you share, one of the top drawers pulled open. He’s rifling through it, maybe looking for socks of his own. You pause in the doorway, notice the jeans and shirt stacked on the bed behind him. He’s got work tomorrow. 
He pulls out a belt and tosses it over his shoulder, the metal buckle clinking as it hits the soft of the mattress. 
You inhale and move towards him, watching the way his arms move, catch that sliver of tummy exposed because the arm holes in his tank top are much too big. 
You wrap your arms around Billy’s waist and give him a little squeeze. Just enough to let him know that you’re there. 
Billy doesn’t jump or flinch. He isn’t startled. You’re a quiet person, and he’s learned to expect soundless appearances from you. It’s the contact that pulls at his heartstrings.
It’s not as though you never touch him, it’s only that it took you so long to get to this point. He knows it’s taking a lot for you to do it now. 
Billy glances over his shoulder, a huff of a laugh leaving his mouth. “Hey, baby.”
He shuts the drawer and spins around, your arms still encircling him as he turns. Your face settles against his chest, just as it had between his shoulder blades. 
He rubs up and down your spine, squeezes at your hips, lets his thumbs drag softly across the nape of your neck. 
You let up a little and look up at him. The second his eyes lock with yours, you start to tear up, and suddenly Billy has gone blurry.
“Somethin’ wrong?” he asks, brow furrowing out of concern.
You’re quick to shake your head and blink away the tears before they can spill out. 
“I love you. Just wanted to tell you.”
Billy’s lips tip down at the corners. You’re being so sweet to him. 
“I love you too.”
Though he’s not sure what brought this on, Billy doesn’t ask questions. 
Really you’re not sure either. You were on the couch, staring off into space, waiting for Billy to come and sit with you awhile. Your gaze had fallen on a picture frame settled on top of the tv, next to the antenna. 
The image stuck inside was one of the two of you from your senior year, leaning against the Camaro. Max had taken it. 
You started thinking about what Billy had been going through at the time, how strong he is, how much he deserves. 
You felt overcome with love for your boy.
You lift your hands up and he immediately presses his palms to yours, knowing where this is going. “Too cold?” 
Billy grins. “They’re fine.” 
He always whines that your fingers are like ice, so you like to check. You don’t want to hurt him.
With his okay, you slip your hands underneath the thin and worn cotton of his shirt, fingers splaying out across his back. 
“I love you,” you say again. “You’re my whole world, Billy.”
“Shit.” He holds onto you tighter and blinks hard. You’re making him emotional now. “I love you, baby. You’re everything.” 
You kiss him on both cheeks and keep your eyes on his. You just wanted to tell him, to make sure he knew. And he does.
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billlydear · 11 months
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seriously he's been taking suuuuch good care of you, he thinks by now you've totally fallen for him (you have) so when you tell him to put his shirt back on he is !!!! that was not the plan !!!!
OHHH HEHE i didn't even think about stripping to dry your clothes!! he's got no problem taking off his outer layers and he literally lays back and lounges against a tree to watch you take yours off - lol little loser <3 <3 <3
YEAHHHH OMG you scare away an animal or cut a vine that's threatening to trip you before he can do it himself and he's staring at you like 😍😍😍😍
omg billy talks such big game but then as soon as you demand that he sits down so that you can tend to his wounds he's letting you manhandle him however you want and staring at you like >:) what now babe >:)
YESSS OR YOUR CHEST OR THIGH OR FACE/LIP, SOMEWHERE PERSONAL THAT HE HAS TO CLEAN <3 <3 <3 <3 please imagine you've got this cut on your inner thigh and his face is just chilling there while he bandages it up, if he's feeling bold (which he usually is), he might even kiss it better <3
hiii baby!! i've missed you <33 today i'm thinking about indiana jones type billy <3 not necessarily this archaeology genius with a passion for history but more just the rugged jungle explorer type guy <3 mm getting stranded with him on some mission to retrieve a priceless artefact and he's got his shirt torn open and he's all sweaty and panting and he helps you traverse the tough jungle environment, carries you over streams or hacks away vines so that they don't block your path <333
hi honey!!! i’ve missed you too! and that’s such a wonderful thing to be thinking about. i love your brain.
i imagine you just got stuck with him going on this trip, and you hadn’t even planned on it, so now you’re stranded with this dickish but frankly, very hot, man. as the sun rises in the sky, more and more of his chest gets revealed until eventually he just takes his damn shirt off. at one point he gets sick of your mumbling and puts his hat on your head to keep you from fussing. he’s more worried about you overheating than he should be.
also i could see him being knowledgeable about plants n’ shit and he’s constantly catching you from tripping or touching something you shouldn’t. he holds your hand to walk across a fallen tree OR if he needs, you’re up on his shoulders while he tries to wade through water that was deeper than he thought.
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billlydear · 11 months
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!!!!!! this is seriously so cool !!!!!!! i'm actually giddy over this you have no idea omg. thank you so much again for sharing your art! it's amazing, i love all of his little expressions and you've captured the energy we were going for perfectly hehe <3 <3 <3 <3
hiii baby!! i've missed you <33 today i'm thinking about indiana jones type billy <3 not necessarily this archaeology genius with a passion for history but more just the rugged jungle explorer type guy <3 mm getting stranded with him on some mission to retrieve a priceless artefact and he's got his shirt torn open and he's all sweaty and panting and he helps you traverse the tough jungle environment, carries you over streams or hacks away vines so that they don't block your path <333
hi honey!!! i’ve missed you too! and that’s such a wonderful thing to be thinking about. i love your brain.
i imagine you just got stuck with him going on this trip, and you hadn’t even planned on it, so now you’re stranded with this dickish but frankly, very hot, man. as the sun rises in the sky, more and more of his chest gets revealed until eventually he just takes his damn shirt off. at one point he gets sick of your mumbling and puts his hat on your head to keep you from fussing. he’s more worried about you overheating than he should be.
also i could see him being knowledgeable about plants n’ shit and he’s constantly catching you from tripping or touching something you shouldn’t. he holds your hand to walk across a fallen tree OR if he needs, you’re up on his shoulders while he tries to wade through water that was deeper than he thought.
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billlydear · 11 months
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SUNBURNT BILLY BEING ALL HUFFY WHEN YOU TELL HIM TO PUT HIS SHIRT BACK ON.. in his mind it's akin to rejection like wdym you don't wanna see my back... but then you explain no it's because you're burning! and he's sighing bc nature doesn't want me to fuck you...
i'm sobbing at him giving you a spot to sit and just pacing around you while eating !!! he's sooo protective even if he doesn't realize that's what he's doing skfns i need him
he can feel your core pressed up against the back of his neck while he goes across the river and he's literally popping a boner under the water and he can't even take a cold shower to cool off because one you're out in the wilderness and two THE RIVER IS COLD. HE'S POPPING A BONER IN A COLD SHOWER.
THE BEDROLL :( :( :( the sun burns him during the day and then at night he'll walk over to you with red shoulders being like it's actually freezing out here, we should huddle for warmth and you're sweating through your clothes like ? no it is not.
might i add you are great at tending to his injuries ! whenever he gets scuffed up defending you or fighting something off or doing something stupidly dangerous you sit him down and tend to his wounds, wiping the sweat and blood off of his face while he sits there staring at you like >:| cause he's embarrassed that he got injured 😭
hiii baby!! i've missed you <33 today i'm thinking about indiana jones type billy <3 not necessarily this archaeology genius with a passion for history but more just the rugged jungle explorer type guy <3 mm getting stranded with him on some mission to retrieve a priceless artefact and he's got his shirt torn open and he's all sweaty and panting and he helps you traverse the tough jungle environment, carries you over streams or hacks away vines so that they don't block your path <333
hi honey!!! i’ve missed you too! and that’s such a wonderful thing to be thinking about. i love your brain.
i imagine you just got stuck with him going on this trip, and you hadn’t even planned on it, so now you’re stranded with this dickish but frankly, very hot, man. as the sun rises in the sky, more and more of his chest gets revealed until eventually he just takes his damn shirt off. at one point he gets sick of your mumbling and puts his hat on your head to keep you from fussing. he’s more worried about you overheating than he should be.
also i could see him being knowledgeable about plants n’ shit and he’s constantly catching you from tripping or touching something you shouldn’t. he holds your hand to walk across a fallen tree OR if he needs, you’re up on his shoulders while he tries to wade through water that was deeper than he thought.
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