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Smoking sessions

Sal fisher x reader x Larry Johnson

Art credit to: @plusvanity

Smut-Drabble:

None of you really spoke on what the three of you were. No one would act how they did when the sun came down, and everyone got off of work.

Larry would be the first to sit down and set everything out on the table. Rolling up a blunt in a way that seems out of character for his easy going, laid back nature. Folding the paper aggravated, yet skilled as he’s done many times before.

You would sit down beside him secondly. Sinking into the couch as you Watched Larry play with the lighter with his calloused finger tips. holding the rolled up paper to his lips. he inhaled deeply, then held his breath for a mere minute, then exhaled through his nose. The smoke vapor looked almost hypnotic to you as it danced into the air softly. It’s sight you can’t get enough of, even though you’ve seen him do this multiple times before.

Sal would be last to join. Changed into a loose wife-beater and some sweat pants. his mask off. You and Larry where the very few people who get to see him like this. it almost made you feel honored in some sense. He would sit on the end of the couch to watch Larry give you the blunt and would help you count from inhale, hold, to exhale. Larry’s hands would be lazily draped around you as you passed the joint to sal. Sally would hit it differently than larry, he would inhale, hold it, then would lay back in the couch as he didn’t really exhale, but let the smoke deep out of his mouth and nose as he talked to Larry.

Sal would reach his hand over your head to pass it back to Larry as the cycle would start over. They’d both would get more progressively handsy with you. Larry’s hands resting on your inner thigh. And Sals hand would slide up your back from under your shirt. You would let them touch you, not stopping them as they carried their conversation.

after your third or fourth hit, your shirt would have been discarded. you’d be left in just your panties. leaning back into Sal as he palmed at your breasts as Larry would slide off the couch. Lowering his head between your thighs. He Engulfed his tongue into your wet cunt. You whimper and moan into sals mouth as he explored yours with his tongue, you could feel his tongue piercing and fingertips discover your body and skin.

That’s it I go to bed now <o^o>

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is this how i request…. uhhh larry excitedly showing u new bands in his room… idk i just want larry fics…

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 || Larry x Male!Reader

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The late afternoon sun filtered through the partially drawn blinds, casting soft rays of light across the room. You followed your boyfriend, Larry, with a mix of curiosity and amusement. His excitement was palpable, and he had insisted on a surprise that required a bit of secrecy. As he guided you by the shoulders, his hands gently covering your eyes, you could barely contain your anticipation.

“Lar, can I open my eyes yet?” you asked, trying to keep the playful tone in your voice. You could hear him shuffling around, maybe adjusting something or moving things.

“Not yet!” Larry’s voice came through with a playful edge. “I promise, it’s worth the wait.”

You heard him mumbling and moving things around, a few grunts of effort slipping through. Probably moving stuff out of the way on his floor. You waited patiently, feeling a mix of excitement and mild confusion.

“Alright, ready? Now! Ta-da!!” Larry’s voice burst with enthusiasm as he finally lifted his hands away from your eyes.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with a sight that took a moment to fully register. The room, which had once been relatively plain, was now a vibrant display of rock music history. Posters of bands adorned the walls, each one meticulously arranged. There was Spectral Wound, Darkthrone, and Weedeater—what he called the holy trinity of the metal.

You looked around, taking in the array of posters. Each one was a tribute to a band Larry had often talked about, their artwork capturing the essence of their music. You turned to Larry, who was beaming with pride.

“You brought me all the way here just to show me posters?” you asked, trying to stifle a laugh. The absurdity of the situation made it hard to keep a straight face.

Larry’s face fell slightly, and he looked at you with a mock hurt expression. “Hey, it’s not just any posters. It’s Spectral Wound, Darkthrone, and Weedeater! The holy trinity of metal. This is a big deal!”

You chuckled, unable to resist his enthusiasm. “I see, I see. So, you’ve turned your room into a shrine to the gods of metal. I have to admit, it does look impressive.”

Larry’s face lit up with a satisfied grin. “I knew you’d appreciate it! I’ve been saving up for these posters for ages. I found some of them in rare collector’s shops, and I finally managed to get them framed and hung up.”

You walked over to one of the posters, admiring the detailed artwork. “I can see you’ve put a lot of thought into this. The way you’ve arranged them, it’s like a metal history lesson.”

Larry chuckled, moving closer to you. “Exactly! I wanted it to be more than just a bunch of posters on a wall. I wanted it to feel like a tribute to the bands that have influenced me so much. And of course, I wanted to share it with you.”

You glanced around the room, noticing the little touches that made it uniquely Larry. There were small figurines and vinyl records displayed on shelves, and a few well-placed LED lights added a dramatic flair to the space.

“It’s really cool, Lar,” you said, genuinely impressed. “I can tell you’ve put a lot of effort into this. It’s like your personal concert hall.”

Larry’s grin widened, and he reached out to give you a quick hug. “Thanks! I was hoping you’d like it. I wanted to make this place special, a reflection of what I love and who I am.”

You pulled back from the hug, looking at him with a warm smile. “I do like it. It’s very… you. And I’m glad you’ve made this space for yourself. It’s nice to see you so passionate about something.”

Larry’s eyes softened ever so slightly, and he gave a small nod. “I’m glad you think so. And I’m really glad you’re here to see it. It makes it even better.”

You stood together in the newly decorated room, the posters and memorabilia creating a backdrop to the moment. It was clear that this space was more than just a room; it was a reflection of Larry’s interests and passions, and it was something he wanted to share with you.

“So,” you said, glancing around, “what’s next? Are we going to have a metal listening party to celebrate?”

Larry’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. “Absolutely! I’ve got a stack of vinyl records I’ve been dying to play. We can crank up the volume and rock out. It’ll be the perfect way to break in the new setup.”

You laughed, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect. “Sounds like a plan. Let’s do it!”

As you settled in with Larry, the room filled with the sounds of powerful guitar riffs and pounding drums. The posters seemed to come alive with the music, creating an atmosphere that was both exhilarating and deeply personal. It was a night of celebration, not just of the new decorations, but of the shared joy and connection that music—and Larry’s enthusiasm—brought into your lives.

And as the music played on, you knew that this room, with all its posters and memorabilia, was a testament to Larry’s passion and the special bond you both shared.

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