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Bad Girl - ft. Eddie Munson (pt.2)

older!rockstar!Eddie Munson x younger!reader

summary: after working on your new album with Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin, you debut your latest single on stage at one of their concerts

word count: 920

warnings: age gap (reader is 20s, Eddie is 40s/50s)

a/n: this can realistically be read as a stand alone thing but if you want the buildup then read pt.1 here - please let me know if you want a smutty pt.3 to this :))))

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It's half an hour before you make your debut appearance with Corroded Coffin, and quite honestly you've never been so terrified. You find yourself standing in front of a full length mirror staring at your body as you mull over your outfit options.

A sharp knock on the door startles you out of your train of thought. "Dollface!" Eddie shouts, swinging the door open dramatically. " You ready for this? Corroded Coffin is about to bring this place down!"

He's got a wide smirk on his face, hands shoved in the pockets of his ripped jeans as he leans casually against the door.

You can't help but smile back at him as you sigh out, "I'm fucking terrified I'm not gonna lie. Performing with legends like you?" You bite back another smile, "It's intimidating."

Eddie nods, tilting his head to the side and smirking at you, "hey, you're a big star baby, do your thing and the crowd will go crazy." Standing there, he continues with a wink, "I'll see you out there dollface."

"See you out there, rock star."

After getting ready you head to the side of the stage and watch as Eddie absolutely kills it out there with the band. His energy is palpable as he stomps around the large space, completely commanding the audience with his undeniable sexuality.

The crowd are roaring with excitement and the whole experience feels so intense, to even be here at a Corroded Coffin gig feels like a once in a lifetime experience, and the thought of being on stage with them in a few songs time makes you buzz with anticipation.

Holy shit, you think, the energy building up as you wait to go on stage, this is really happening.

"Right, fuckers..." Eddie drawls into his mic, turning to side stage and throwing you a wink to let you know this is it. "I've been busy recently... writing some stuff with a friend. She's taken the metal world by storm with this fucking single, and her sexy vocals... they'll drive you crazy, trust me." He smirks at you again and raises his arm to beckon you on stage, "please welcome the beautiful..."

The crowd roars as Eddie introduces you and as you strut your way onto stage throwing him a wink, you swear you see his mind go blank. Clad in fishnets and a vintage Corroded Coffin tee that so tight fitting it's practically a crop top... he can't take his eyes off you. Eddie's eyes move up along your legs and land on your cleavage, you're stood there like something out of his fucking dreams.

As the first notes of your song starts, Eddie practically moans out the first line...

"Just lay your head in daddy's lap you're a bad girl..."

You've never felt so confident, singing your lyrics and performing with one of the biggest rock bands on the planet. Eddie's got that grin on his face again as he makes his way over to you. He can tell your confidence is growing with each beat, your sultry voice only empowering your attitude more.

Eddie wraps an arm around your waist and the crowd go mental, watching with anticipation as he leans in to your ear. "Keep going! Just imagine the things some of these guys want to be doing to you right now..."

You can barely hear him over the crowd but his comment still makes you feel weak at the knees. Turning to face him fully you belt out the next lyric, pulling his hand to trace up your body and land on your neck.

"Choke me 'cause I said so. Stroke me and feed my ego. I've been a bad girl don't you know?"

As you sing a smirk plays at the corners of your lips, one hand moving to rake down from his chest to his belt which you grip, pulling him in. If he's going to make comments like that, you're going to put on a show.

Once again the crowd goes wild as you tease Eddie, and as the song ramps up to the final line I step impossibly closer to him, singing...

"Come get it now or never, I'll let you do whatever, I'll be your bad girl, here we go!"

The song ends and you both stand there breathless, Eddie singing "bad, bad, bad, bad girl..." while smirking wide at you.

The crowd is deafening, but the only thing you can hear is Eddie as he shouts "fucking gorgeous, dollface!"

As you move to stand back from Eddie you find yourself trapped by his arm quickly wrapping around your waist and pulling you back in. The tension between you is so thick you can barely breathe as he stares into your eyes, looking for any kind of panic in your gaze... but all he sees is passion, lust for fuck sake. It's all built up to this. Months of waiting to get in the same room as you again and here he is fucking drooling over you like a teenager.

He can't take it anymore, and before either of you can process the implications of what's happening, you're kissing him. Deep and sensual and raw fucking passion running through you like electricity. It takes all the willpower in the world for you to pull away, knowing full well that Eddie still has a show to perform.

He's breathless, feral, and there's nothing you can do as he grabs at your jaw to still you for a second longer.

"Wait for me in my dressing room, dollface."

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Bad Girl - ft. Eddie Munson (pt.1)

older!rockstar!Eddie Munson x younger!reader

summary: you've been working on a new album so contact Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin to feature on a song

word count: 1,205

warnings: age gap (reader is 20s, Eddie is 40s/50s)

a/n: I heard Bad Girl by Avril Lavigne for the first time in absolutely forever a few days ago and I can't get the ides out of my head that Eddie would go absolutely feral if a young girl asked him to feature on that song with him. THERE WILL BE A PT.2 TO THIS!!!

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You'd messaged his agent months ago, rang his production company too, just to see if you could get a hold of him. There wasn't much hope really, you knew he was a busy guy. Corroded Coffin had just announced another tour that was starting in a few months, there was no way he'd have time to sit round and entertain a kid like you.

It was a month later when you got the call. It was his agent, frantic and exhausted on the other end of the phone telling you to expect Eddie the next day. No warning. Just like that.

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As you open the door to your at home studio you're greeted by the Eddie Munson, smirking down at you as he licks the edge of his rolled cigarette.

"Hey doll face," he drawls, "heard you wanted to see me."

"Almost thought you were ignoring me, to be honest." You smile, letting him through and watching as he immediately makes himself comfortable on one of the cushy office chairs by your desk.

"I nearly did," he admits, "but my agent made me listen to your stuff and well..." Eddie smirks, "I'm a sucker for a girl with good taste like you. Got a song you want me on?" He asks, his gaze lingering a little too long on your figure as you walk away from him.

"Yeah," you get right to it, not wanting to waste the opportunity to have him here with you, "I'll let you read through what I've got so far.I have a vision but honestly I'm willing to edit and rewrite if it comes to it."

You pass Eddie a stack of notes and lyrics and sit back nervously as he reads through them, watching as he looks over the lyrics and raises an eyebrow in curiosity. "Hmm... you might have yourself a hit here, little rock star."

I smile bright at him and start rambling, still so unsure about sharing my work with people even after all this time. "I just wanted to get dirty with it, y'know? I'm fed up of holding back in my writing for the sake of what people might think about me."

"Well," Eddie smirks, "you've definitely done that. These lyrics... I don't think anyone's going to see you as anything other than dirty ever again."

He stands and goes to lean against the wall next to the mic, watching as I ready the equipment for his takes, trying to busy myself so that he doesn't see the blush on my cheeks. "So," I start, trying to change the subject, "I've already recorded the majority of my vocals, I just need you to jump in from the start here with that first line."

"You ready for take one?" That shit eating, signature grin on his face he secures some headphones over his ears and watches as you throw him a thumbs up, slightly distracted with all the equipment in front of you.

Nothing, nothing could have prepared you for the way your body would react to Eddie singing that first line. You set the track, clicked a few buttons, and sat back while you listened to him drawl into the mic.

Just lay your head in daddy's lap, you're a bad girl... His eyes flick to yours as he sings, a smirk on his face as he does.

After a few takes Eddie stands back and shook his head, watching as you smile at your computer screen.

"Oh, baby, you're lucky I can control myself with these lyrics." He teases, running his hand through his hair as he adjusts his headphones.

You can't help it when you burst out laughing, becoming flustered under his gaze. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Munson, you're old enough to be my dad."

"Hey," he starts, defensive, "old doesn't automatically mean that I don't look at you the same way a guy half my age would." Eddie laughs, wetting his lower lip, "I'm a rock star doll, I like young hot girls. And right now that's you."

Rolling your eyes, you raise your eyebrow at him. "Just sing, Eddie."

As the takes continue you get him to ad lib some lines between your vocals and quickly begin to loose yourself in his vocals. They're so perfect for the vision you have for this album you can't help but smile. Eddie's voice has such an edge, filled with confidence and sex, and you have a feeling that a lot of these ad libs are coming straight from his deep fantasies.

"Chills, holy shit." You smile as he finishes up the last bits of singing. "You know, once this song releases we should do it live."

"Oh you better believe we are," Eddie grins wide, "I have a very specific stage outfit in mind for this song. And it's going to be very revealing."

One wink from Eddie and you're practically on your knees.

"You'll see it at the show, yeah baby? I'll have you wondering what might happen once we're off the stage."

Fuck, okay.

You try not to let it floor you and instead roll your eyes and shove him.

"You're bad, Munson, but I totally agree. I'll have to rethink my image for this one, go for something dark to fit in with you rock stars."

This makes Eddie smile, "oh come on, bad girl. Why says you have to change to be a rock star? The rules of rock'n'roll and all that."

Agreeing with him, you sit down and wait for him to pull up a chair next to you so you can listen back to the track. Eddie has a wide smirk on his face as he listens, "fuck, doll face, I think we've fuckin' done it, yeah? You finally let your bad side out." He winks again, sliding his hand up your leg "good girl gone bad thanks to old man Munson, ey?"

Watching as he laughs, you lean back in your chair, pull your leg back and smile at him, "easy tiger, keep it in your pants yeah?"

Watching him, your breath hitches as he leans back and smirks again, "what's a little more waiting, hey baby? I'm only teasing... Just a matter of time until I really teach you how to break those good girl rules." A grin splits across his face, "I can't wait."

The song wraps itself up and before you know it, it's time for him to get going. Standing at the door with him, you speak up.

"So, I'll talk with your agent about getting me onto a Corroded Coffin gig, right?"

"Of course," he grins, "and I'll make sure we work together more in the future. Maybe even in some more... intimate environments?" He jokes, tongue in cheek as he raises his eyebrows at you.

"I'll be there, rock star." I smile back.

Eddie's lips turn up into a cocky smile as he leans back against the door frame, a light blush dusting along his cheeks and neck.

"The show? Or the intimate setting?" He asks with a wink. "I'm fine with either, or maybe both?"

I roll my eyes, "the show, pervert." You joke, "I'll see you at the show."

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I’ll make you mine

Spencer Reid x f!reader

Summary: Dr Spencer Reid is your professor. You’re very attractive professor. After a botched awards evening you bump into him on campus, and well… things get heated from there.

Word count: 3543

Warnings: nsfw 18+ content, student/professor dynamic, dom/sub dynamic kinda, ownership kinda, use of “baby” and “good girl”, implied m receiving oral, begging, confessions of feelings, ANGST, fluff

A/n: please let me know if I’ve missed any warnings and I’ll add them on, thanks 🌞

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From behind you, you hear your name being spoken and in a flash you spin on your heel to be faced with Dr Reid, a friendly face on this otherwise dismal evening. He looks incredible, as always.

“Professor!” You blush, suddenly self conscious about the satin dress you’re in, realising it’s not your usual university attire. “How lovely to see you!”

“Oh of course,” he speaks, trying his best to seem casual as he takes in what you’re wearing, “I take it you’re going somewhere special dressed like that?” His face turns a shade pinker, and he smiles warily down at you.

“Oh, well, I…” you adjust the spaghetti straps on your dress and smooth it down, trying to cover your modesty. “I’m actually on my way back from an event.”

“Back from an event, eh?” He looks at you from hair to toes again, his eyes lingering on your legs shamelessly as he takes in your appearance. “You’ll have to tell me about it over coffee.”

“Now?” smiling and revelling in the attention he’s giving you, you blush slightly.

“I suppose I could cancel my afternoon meetings. Wouldn’t be the first time I blew them off to spend time with you, and I doubt it will be the last.” Spencer laughs, running a hand through his hair. “Now where do you think we should catch up? My office? Or would you prefer somewhere more public?”

You mull it over, but ultimately decide that you’d rather be away from the prying eyes of others right now.

“Your office sounds just great, professor.” Giving him a small smile, you begin to fidget with the hem of your dress around the high slit that lands mid thigh.

“Excellent!” The professor exclaims, offering out his elbow for you to take, ready to escort you to his office. There’s a small part of his mind that wonders about what the other professors will think if they see the two of you linking arms, but there’s a bigger part that tells him not to care. “You look lovely, by the way, your dress really suits you.”

The blush that creeps onto your face is hot, and you try your best to hide it by looking down at your dress, “you think so? I really didn’t know whether it was my colour, I’ve never worn anything like it before.” A nervous laugh leaves your mouth.

“Are you kidding me? You look great in this colour. But I must say, you look great in any colour.” He smirks, proud of himself, biting back the urge to move in closer to you as you walk.

Laughing, you adjust your hair to try and cover more of your blushed face, “you flatter me, Dr Reid.”

“Dr Reid?” He laughs, shaking his head slightly, “oh no, that’s not going to do.” He looks around before leaning in, sending shivers down your spine from the new proximity. “Just call me Spencer, yeah?”

Nodding, flustered, you test his name on your lips and watch as he takes a deep breath, feeling a flutter in his stomach upon hearing his name from your lips.

Chuckling softly, he opens the door to his office and motions for you to enter, watching as you take a seat in the chair opposite his desk and cross one leg over another. Your dress falling open at the slit and showing your thigh. Spencer takes a seat on the other side of the desk after getting the two of you some coffee. He can’t help but glance at your exposed thigh before looking back at your face.

“So, tell me about this event you were at.”

“Oh, gosh, well,” you settling into the chair and briefly hold your head in your hands, “it was an awards evening for the university. I was meant to be up for an award but, uh, it didn’t really go as planned and I got all dressed up for nothing!” You laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

Spencer chuckles back, your laugh is so infectious he can’t help it. “Didn’t go as planned, eh? What happened?”

“Well, the award ended up going to someone else on the course, some guy, I’ve met him a few times in our lectures. He made some sleazy comment about how he could share the award with me if he could…” you hesitate, not wanting to get into the details, “well anyway, I ended up leaving early, that’s all that matters really… which is how I ended up here.” You smile, bashful and nervous about him reading into your statement.

He grimaces before speaking, running his hand through his hair for a second time. “What a jerk… sorry you had to deal with that.” He leans forwards in his desk chair, giving you a sympathetic look. “And you came straight here? Because you wanted to spend some time with someone who would appreciate you?”

Processing what he’s said takes you a second, and you’re somewhat taken aback by how forward he is. “You’re profiling me, Spencer…” you can’t seem to make eye contact with him, choosing instead to stare at your hands as you fidget with them in your lap.

You could swear you see him blush as you call him out, and he clears his throat before speaking, choosing his words carefully. “And if I was?”

Nervously, you add “you’d be right, of course.”

Spencer grins, wide and sincere, “so I was right. You couldn’t wait to spend time with me, could you?”

“Oh come on now Professor, you know you’re the only person in this university who I’d really want to spend any time with.” The teasing tone in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed by the older man.

“Professor? I thought we had an agreement, I’m Spencer. I don’t want to be Professor, just Spencer is good.” He leans forwards, wanting to say something out of pocket but not quite knowing where to start. He’s about to speak when suddenly there’s a knock on the door. “You’re kidding me…” he seems deflated, “what could they possibly want at a time like this?”

Smiling, shy again, you speak up, quiet. “You should probably get that.”

Before you can say anything else, he’s groaning and getting up to head towards the door. Before he does, however, he turns with a finger pointed your way… “You just wait here. I need to you be a good girl and stay, alright? Just sit here until I’m back and don’t say a word.”

You nod, wide eyed and mind racing.

“I won’t be long… you can wait for me, can’t you?”

You nod again, blushing, noticing the sly smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. He’s enjoying this.

“Good girl.”

Holy shit. Taking a sharp intake of breath, you stand on shaky legs and make your way over to the bookcase just to the other side of the door, trying to distract yourself from the growing pressure you’re feeling in your core. It’s embarrassing how quickly a man can literally have you weak at the knees. All it takes is some praise and a well fitting suit.

Spencer excuses himself and moves in front of you, leaving the door ajar, whispering so only you can hear him, “you wouldn’t be able to do me a favour would you?”

His tone is calm, and you suspect nothing of it when you nod politely and watch as he leans onto the bookcase next to you.

“Can you keep your mouth shut for me? I mean, really keep your mouth shut. I need you to pretend that you’re not here while I talk with…” he gestures towards the door, “and in return, you’ll get more of my time. Do you understand me?”

Flustered, and quite frankly a little turned on, you nod frantically, watching as he pushes himself off the wall, takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger and whispers “good girl” with a smirk. You feel your knees go weak as you lean against the wall, short of breath, watching him move back to the door and pick up his conversation with the colleague on the other side.

It takes you a moment to regain some sense of perspective and compose yourself, watching Spencer as he leans against the door frame. He turns and catches your stare and for a moment there’s a pause, and unspoken connection in the air. Then, with deliberate slowness, Spencer looks away and continues speaking to the person outside. He can practically feel you watching his every movement, and for a moment he wonders what would happen if he turned to you and kissed you. It’s fleeting, but he wonders.

Soon, the other person walks away and Spencer turns his attention to the cup of coffee on his desk, taking a large swig before staring at you with full concentration.

“Come here.” He orders, and you obey with little hesitation, making your way over as he closes the door, leaving the two of you alone once again. Without a word he pulls your body close to his until you’re pressed against him, looking you up and down and letting out a short laugh, as if even he cannot believe the situation you’re both in.

As he takes your face in his hands, caressing your cheeks, he says your name, looking you dead in the eye, a look of pure adoration in his eyes.

“Spencer…” you respond, looking up at him with wide eyes, hoping to convey all of the nervousness and excitement you feel for this moment.

He caresses your cheek once again as he uses one hand to move your hair out of your face. Looking into your eyes once again, he finally does what he’s been wanting to do since the moment he laid eyes on you. He kisses you. Passionately, hungrily. Your bodies pressed together, your fingers running through each other’s hair. He smiles as you kiss back, letting out a soft moan as you rake your nails down from his hair to his neck, letting one of his own hands fall to your waist to pull you impossibly closer.

After another beat, Spencer pulls away and glances down at your dress, his eyes focused on the material as his hand traces the slit up your leg, his knuckles grazing your thigh.

Breathless, you whisper against his lips, “you see something you like, Spencer?”

Spencer smirks and leans in once more, whispering against your ear, “all I see is something I can’t have…” as he pulls away he mumbles another word under his breath… “yet.”

Shocked into silence, all you can do is stare at the professor as your face turns a deep shade of red.

“Can you promise me something?” He mumbles against your neck as he kisses and bites at the sensitive skin.

Moaning out a “yes, anything” you wait for his response, grabbing at his hair, his suit jacket, anything to keep you upright.

“Can you promise to keep this just between us? This this stays our little secret?”

You smile, biting your lip as you nod, earning another “good girl” from his lips. You’d do anything to hear those words…

He kisses you again, this time lingering… before he takes himself too far he pulls away once more. “You know we can’t go any further for now, right?”

This earns him a whimper from you, pouting as you try and pull him in for another kiss, but he’s quicker and grabs your chin, holding you back gently, saying your name as he looks you dead in the eye. He’s trying his best to convey just how much restraint it’s taking to stop you right here.

“Do you want me to ruin my career for you?” He asks, lifting your head up to meet his gaze.

Shaking your head, you beg with pleading eyes for something, anything to happen.

“Then we have no choice but to wait, baby.” Spencer stands completely still, the wait of the situation now fully registering with him. “Now, listen. I would love to spend as much time with you as possible. To kiss you like that over and over and over again. But we can’t do that right now, so I want you to show me that you can behave. Show me you can keep this our little secret. Can you do that?”

There’s no point in hiding the blush creeping up again onto your face, it’s so fucking sexy how he talks down to you and all you can do is stand there as he tells you what to do. “I might need a little something to convince me to keep this secret, Spence,” you smile, biting your lip at him.

“Of course you do,” he smirks, moving closer once more, “what will it take to convince you?” Spencer let’s his thumb run along your lower lip and it takes every ounce of willpower you have not to take it into your mouth and start sucking.

Taking a broken intake of breath, you bite your lip once more and pull all of the courage you have before closing the distance between kissing him deep and rough. This pulls a small gasp from Spencer and one of his hands run back up into your hair, the other trailing down the back of your dress, pulling you closer as you kiss.

You talk in between kisses, lips still on his as you speak, “I’ve wanted you for so long, Sir… please,” you’re not even sure what you’re begging for, you just know that you want more of him. “I’ll keep us a secret, I’ll be your good girl Spencer, just give me more, please.” You grab at Spencer’s tie, walking the two of you back until your back hits the wall, so he’s caging you in.

Soon, you’re both gasping and panting, Spencer’s lips red and swollen. “Baby, we should stop.” He can barely get the words out as you push yourself against the wall and his hands move under your dress. You’re sure he’s right but you can’t help yourself when you pick your foot up and wrap it around his calf, bringing him so close you can barely think straight. “Oh god,” he moans your name, his lips finding yours once more.

You can feel his hard cock pressed against your thigh as he pushes against you. “We…” he can’t get the words out. All he wants is you, all he wants is your lips all over him. The only thought in his mind is giving in to his desires, and as he pulls you closer he whispers into your neck, “I bet you’d feel so good.”

You smirk as you make up your mind, looking him dead in the eye before lowering yourself down onto your knees in front of him. You watch as he bites his lip, heart racing at the sight in front of him.

“What… what are you doing?”

“I want to make you feel good,” you whimper, reaching for Spencer’s belt to unfasten it. He doesn’t try to stop you, his body shaking and trembling as you unclasp his belt.

“You know you’re playing with fire right now…” it’s more of a statement than a question, one that has you smiling up at him as you reach for his zip.

Suddenly he takes a step back, hesitating as he says your name, “please slow down for a second..” his heart skips a beat and he swallows hard, looking down at you in an almost trance-like state.

There’s nothing you can do but look at him, waiting for him to say something…

He takes a deep breath.

“Please. Stop… please.”

The moment he asks, your heart drops into your stomach and he rushes to explain as you get to your feet.

“Baby, I need you. I want you to make me feel good, but my whole career is on the line here and I don’t think you realise how close you are to loosing me. If someone were to find out…” he trails off, unsure.

You blink, eyes going glassy, “I’m sorry Spencer… I-“ you turn to leave, trying to blink away the tears in your eyes.

As soon as you move to back away, Spencer pulls you back, hands gripping your wrists. “Don’t leave me, don’t.” He looks at you, pleading. “I need you to listen to what I’m saying here. You’re doing nothing wrong.” His hand comes up once again to gently touch your chin, bringing your attention back to him. “There is nothing I want more than to give into my desires and let you do anything you want to me. But I cannot and will not risk everything I’ve worked for. Just please understand that I’m asking you to hold on until I’m in the clear, okay?”

You take a sharp intake of breath, quickly becoming flustered from his words, no longer so embarrassed. “You mean that?”

“I would be lying to you if I said any different.” Spencer looks at you for a moment before moving to take your hands in his. “Look at how red the marks on my neck are are from your lips. Look how heavy my breathing is… you felt how much I need you. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you…” he pulls you in towards him, letting out a soft moan and burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I swear I will make this up to you. I will spend every waking moment with you and make up for everything I denied you today. My career is important, but so are you. You’re so much more important than you could possibly understand.”

You’re flustered, completely incapable of forming coherent thoughts as you focus on how Spencer’s hand slide down to the small of your back.

“Spencer… when can I have you?” You plead, “I need you…”

“Soon, it’ll be soon. My classes end in two weeks time and I’ll be ready to give you everything the day they do. Until then, try to find some… distractions so you can survive the next two weeks, yeah?”

Groaning like a child, you pout at him due to the mention of two weeks, earning a low chuckle from him as he grabs your face in both his hands.

“Try seeing it from my perspective, okay? I’ve been wanting you for months, wanting you in every single way that you could possibly imagine. The fact that I’ve made it this long is almost miraculous, if I’m being honest…”

Wide eyed, you ask… “months?”

Spencer nods and let’s out a small sigh… “yeah, months. Months and months. And it hasn’t been easy. You have no idea what you do to me, how I feel when you call me ‘sir’, when you bite your lip just like you’re doing right now…”

Blushing, you push him away to save from further embarrassing yourself, earning a dissatisfied noise from Spencer.

“No, no no, you can’t push me away. I need you right here,” he keeps his hands on your hips and looks down at you. “You’re my good girl, don’t you forget that. You wait for me and it’ll be all worth it.” He rubs your back a little as his features set into a frown as he thinks. “In the meantime, I’ve got something for you that might help.”

Perking up at the thought of a gift, you tilt your head and ask what it is, earning you a coy smile from your professor. His hands leave your back as he walks to his desk, pulling out a small drawer and reaching in. “This morning I took the precaution of grabbing you something special. I was always planning on this, baby, and now I think is the perfect time to give it to you.”

Watching, you see him remove a thin chain from the drawer, along with a small, golden padlock. He walks to you and slips the chain around your neck, letting the lock fall into your cleavage. Smiling, he brings up the lock hanging from the necklace and slowly clicks it closed. It looks perfect.

“Now, no one can take this lock off your neck except for me,” he holds up a small key, “no matter what, you’re mine, is that clear?”

“I understand, Spencer,” you can’t hide your smile as you bring your hand up to hold the lock, “I’m yours.”

Spencer smiles, “good girl. I promise you that the moment I can, I will remove that lock and give you the time of your life… until then, I want you to enjoy the feeling of knowing that you belong to me and no one else.”

You nod, taking a step back from Spencer, feeling ready to leave now that you have confirmation that he is willing to wait for you, that you mean something to him.

Before you have chance to move too far away, he grabs your hand, “just a moment, I just want to…” and with that he moves in for a quick kiss, his mind filled with the thought that in two weeks he can finally have you.

He moans as you pull away, mind still reeling at the taste of you. “Only a few more weeks…”

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‼️MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN‼️

If there’s anything you’d like me to write please let me know because currently I’m stuck in Spencer’s Reid rabbit hole with too many ideas and not enough direction 💔

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ik you wrote it like forever ago but i just need you to know how often i think about your “sex-corroded coffin” fic. like it’s in my brain all the time thank you so much for that it makes me feel so much.

Oh my goD THANK YOU, honestly that means so much - I couldn’t stop thinking about the concept for SO LONG it was just always on my mind 😩😩

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Speak Your Truth

Spencer Reid x f!feader

Summary: Spencer has just got out of prison, and you see him for the first time in months

Word count: 699

Warnings: fluff, implication of sexual activity if you squint

a/n: I've been watching a ridiculous amount of criminal minds recently and holy mother of god this man has had me in a choke hold

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"He's out?" You almost sob, stumbling back into your chair beside Garcia.

"This morning. He's on his way home right now, should be at his apartment soon." Penelope held out her hands for you to take,

"Oh my god... Garcia I - I don't know what to do, I-"

"Honey, if you don't get in your car right now and go see him, I'll never forgive you."

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"Spence!" You scream, running like your life depends on it down drab corridors, hoping to catch up with Spencer and the arresting officers before they take him away.

There's nothing you can do as you reach him but try your best to take in every detail of his face, his figure, everything about him as if it's the last time you'll ever see him again.

"Spencer... I don't know what to do, what can I do?"

"You're okay, I'm okay. Make sure my mum's safe, yeah? Can you do that for me?"

Nodding, tears forming in the corers of your eyes, "yeah Spence I can do that."

There's something left unsaid between the two of you, and the officers either side of Reid are beginning to get impatient. As they begin to pull him away from you, the fear of losing him hits you like a tidal wave.

"Spence, I-"

He shakes his head knowingly, "tell me when I get out, okay?"

-

There's two things stopping you from breaking down in tears as you reach Spencer's apartment door: the loving face of his elderly neighbour passing you in the hall, and the knowledge that everything can begin to get back to normality once you see his face again.

After knocking on his door you stand shifting your weight on your feet, anxious to see the state that Spence has been left in whilst in prison. It's only a few more seconds before he opens it, immediately securing your gaze as he lets out a content sigh, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

"I missed you." Is all he says as he steps back into his apartment, pulling you with him as his grip on you doesn't give.

"Oh Spence, you have no idea. We fought so hard for you, I-" you pull away to look him in the eye, hands gripping at the lapel of his jacket. No words follow, just silence as you stare at each other, the unsaid hanging heavy in the air.

"I know, I know..." his hands reach up to your face, tucking stray hair behind your ears, "me too."

Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of having him back, as though nothing had ever taken him away in the first place.

Your eyes shoot back open in surprise as you feel his lips on your forehead, "Spencer..."

"I'm sorry, I just-"

You cut him off by pulling him down and crashing your lips into his, trying hard to pour every ounce of emotion you feel towards him into this one kiss, hoping it'll be enough for him to understand.

Spencer responds by wrapping his arms tight around your figure, whimpering into the kiss as it deepens.

Nothing could have prepared you for how reactive Spencer is, how he sighs at your touch and tries to pull you impossibly closer into him when you run your hands over his chest. The way he runs his hand up to gently tug at the hair at the base of your head...

It's over all too quick as he pulls away, mouth open, eyes searching your face.

"While I was in prison, I had a lot of time to think... about the things I wish I'd done, the things I could be doing..." he trails off, looking you up and down. "I can't keep pretending that we're not made for each other, baby, I can't keep pretending that I don't want you. In every way I can, any way you'll let me."

"Have me." You say, throwing caution to the wind and acting on every instinct you've got. "I'm yours, Spence."

"Oh baby," he whispers, dragging a thumb over your lips as he leans in, "I'll be so good, I promise, so good for you."

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So This Is How It Starts

Eddie Munson x f!reader

summary: prt.2 to this, after seeing Eddie at one of his shows, you head to his hotel to 'talk'.

word count: 1561

warnings: 18+ content minors dni (please let me know if I need any specific warnings)

a/n: this is just pure self absorbent smut and I was grinning and kicking my feet the whole time I was writing it

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"Princess you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you."

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It's almost midnight and you're hovering outside Eddie's hotel room, second guessing every decision you'd made that had led you to this door. It feels like hours have passed before you build up the courage to knock, and the door swings open not a second later to reveal a slightly dishevelled Eddie, slightly out of breath and wide eyed.

"Hey princess."

His hotel room was exactly what you expected: clothes everywhere, empty pizza boxes, bottles, exactly like his trailer at home. As he shuts the door you take a few more steps into the room, mind racing with all of the things you want to say, and even more so the things you want to do.

"So, Eds, I-"

"I'm so fucking happy you turned up tonight."

"Oh, I'm sure you are, hotshot."

He's grinning, looking you up and down.

"You wear this because you knew you'd see me?" He questions, head tipped to the side.

"Get over yourself, Munson, I'm not letting your ego be inflated any more than it already is."

"Oh, come on now... you just showed up at my gig and told me that you've been in love with me since grade school, don't think I can be blamed for my ego right now."

"I think you're being a little dramatic Eddie, I didn't say I was in l-"

"No take backs princess, bet your heads spinning right now. Just can't believe you're gonna get to sleep with the Eddie Munson." He laughs as he moves to close the distance between the two of you, looking you up and down like pray.

"Whoa, slow down rock-star. Who said I'm here to sleep with you?"

"You're trying to tell me you've come to my room at this time to talk? Come on babe, you're not fooling anyone."

Babe. That's new.

And it's embarrassing how quickly it sends heat rushing in between your legs.

"I know why you're here," he drops he tone of his voice and it near sends you to the floor, "just say it. I'll give you anything."

It takes a second for you to gather the strength you need to stay upright, choosing to grip at the front of his shirt to keep your balance, or more realistically to stop you from dropping to your knees in front of him.

With a shaky breath out, you tell him what he wants to hear.

"I need you. You're all I've thought about since me and..." you pause to reassess, "since I got single. And before that... since school. I- Eddie I want you. Now. Please."

The deep, near primal groan that leaves his lips has your jaw dropping and without a beat he's spun you round and is backing you up towards the bed.

-

"I want you to understand," he pauses to unbuckle his belt and pull it dramatically away from his tight, tight jeans, "that I've wanted you for years," another pause, this time to pull his t-shirt over his head, "and if we do this... there's no getting rid of me." He stalks a step closer, hand hovering at the edge of your top waiting for you to give permission for it to come off. "I'll be crawling back to you on my hands and knees, baby."

"Then crawl."

Eddie moans loud, shoving you back onto the bed before diving down to pull your jeans down and off your body. "So fucking pretty," he mumbles, crawling up the bed until he settles in between your legs where he starts nipping at your thighs, kissing his way to your core. He doesn't waste any time in taking your underwear off, mumbling something under his breath about waiting too long to take his time.

The whole situation is making you tremble, breathing becoming erratic as you watch with wide eyes as your best friend flattens his tongue against your cunt and licks a long stripe from your core to your clit, all while staring right into your eyes.

"Fucking divine, babe." He tightens the grip he has on your thighs and roughly pulls you closer to him, humming with pleasure as he dives in like a man starved, licking and sucking and moaning into you as you writhe under him, gripping at the sheets until your knuckles turn white.

"Holy fuck," you practically scream his name as you feel his fingers teasing at your entrance, and you swear you feel the vibrations of his smug fucking laugh as he pushes them into you, causing you to arch your back and let out the most pornographic moan Eddie has ever heard. This only spurs him on and within minutes your shaking and going light headed as your orgasm hits you. Of course it's the best you've ever had, and doesn't he fucking know it.

You have to practically rip his hair out of his head to get him to stop sucking at your over sensitive clit, and the look of disappointment on his face when you do makes you completely fold in on yourself.

"What's the matter, can't handle it?" He teases, leaving you on the bed only to pace around the other side, unbuttoning his jeans as he does. When he pulls his cock out you swear your heart skips a beat. He's fucking huge, and your mouth starts watering at the thought of it.

"Can you put it in my mouth, Eds?"

That completely floors him and you watch as he buckles at the knees. "Oh fuck, you really are trying to kill me, huh?" You get up onto your knees in front of him, and slowly unclasp your bra, looking up at him through your lashes, and he groans. "Come on then, let's put that mouth to good use, yeah?"

His head immediately flies back and a loud moan escapes his mouth as you slowly lower your head down onto him, matching his pace as he starts rocking his hips into you. One hand comes to meet the back of your head where it grabs at your hair as you suck and lick and pump his dick with your hand, and he's an absolute fucking mess above you. "Fuck, shit, baby, stop stop stop. Need to fuck you." He pulls away, looking down at you as he pulls on your hair to crane your head back. "Open." Eddie deadpans, and you obey, opening your mouth for him to spit in before he rids himself of his jeans and climbs over you, reaching for the bedside drawer.

"You ready for me?" He smirks, ripping the wrapper from the condom with his teeth before rolling it down onto his length so tortuously slow it has even him hissing with impatience.

Nodding, you moan out a 'yes' as he teases you with the tip of his dick against your clit, humming with pleasure. As he slowly pushes into you there's nothing that could have prepared you for the soft whimper that leaves his mouth right before he kisses you. Both of your hands reach out to grab at his face and pull him in as your hips lift up to meet his slow, deep thrusts that already have you in absolute pieces.

Eddie carries on fucking you slow and deep as you cry out, whispering into your ear about how good you feel, "Don't want any other pussy but yours, baby, you feel so fucking good."

Blushing, you try and bury your head into his shoulder as he picks up his pace, but Eddie's not having it. "No, no no, look at me. I want to see that pretty face when I fuck you." Reluctantly, you do as he says. "There you go, good girl for me baby, so fucking good."

He feels so good you feel yourself start to tremble again, your second orgasm creeping up on you quick as you clench around him, shaking and moaning out his name.

"Oh fuck, mm, do that again. Oh my god, yes. Gonna be the death of me, wanna fuck you all the... mm, all the time princess. Should take you out on stage and show you off at my next show." You moan at that, squeezing your eyes shut as you clench around him once again. "Oh fuck, you'd like that, huh? Want me to take you onto that stage and show everyone who I belong to, yeah? Show everyone how, shit, how I fuck you?"

He grips your shoulders tight and starts pounding into you, fucking your cunt relentlessly as you scream out, over sensitive. He's getting close, you can tell by the way his thrusts become erratic, and his grip on you becomes tighter as he dips his head, hips stuttering as he spills into you while planting sloppy kisses up your neck and jaw.

As he pulls out you both moan at the sensitivity, and he collapses down next you you, hair in his face and a smug fucking grin on his face.

A quick peck onto your temple and he's up, throwing the spoilt condom into the bin and disappearing into the small hotel bathroom.

He returns a beat later and throws one of his t-shirts in your direction.

"Better get some sleep before I'm back and ready for round two yeah baby?" He winks at you, shit eating grin plastered on his face.

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thank you to everyone who wanted a part 2 for my fic honestly it means to much I'm just sorry it took me months to write it :')))

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Okay so I don’t know whether you write about this bc you haven’t before but I was thinking steve x f!reader x eddie where they find out the reader has crushes on them after teasing her about it for aaaages and she snaps and tells them and they’re just absolutely gobsmacked and don’t know what to do with themselves

Oh god I love this, okay here we go (also I'm so sorry this has been sat in my drafts for so long, yikes)

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"Oh come on, why not?"

The two of them have been bugging you all day, practically begging to know who your new found secret crush is. You'll be killing Max with your bare hands when you see her later, that little shit was the one who let slip and oh my god she'll pay for it.

"Because I've told you both a million times that it's none of your damn business."

The eyes burning into the back of your head make you want to explode, it's embarrassing enough to have a crush on one friend, never mind two. So to have both of them stood in your home as you're trying to clean around them, prodding you to spill your guts on who you're currently fawning over... it's enough to make you want to keel over.

Eddie sighs, dramatically falling to the ground at your feet as you turn around. "Please," he draws out, "is it someone we know? We're just trying to look out for you here sweetheart, make sure you're not head over heels for a creep."

The words make you cringe as you squeeze past the two of them, mumbling to yourself as you go about tidying up your room.

Steve pipes up next, stumbling over Eddie as he tries to catch up to you. "Right, exactly, we're just looking out for you here." He climbs over his friend and reaches you as you reach your bedroom door, hanging coats on the back, sighing as you do.

"Drop it, both of you."

"No, no I don't think we will." Steve responds, hands on hips, shaking his head.

"We've never known you to have a crush on anyone, it's interesting." Eddie says, getting up from the floor and standing next to the other boy.

"It's not like these crushes are new, you know. They've been there for a while you just haven't known about them." You say absentmindedly, folding clothes on your bed as you go about trying to ignore the glares burning into the back of your head.

The deadly silence that follows your response is worrying, hell any kind of silence from either of these two is worrying.

"Crushes? Plural?" Eddie whisper-shouts at you, dragging on your shoulder to make you face him. "You have more than one?"

At this point your face must be beet-red, you can feel your skin getting hotter under his touch as you stumble over what to say back.

"Oh my god this is good, you have to tell us now. You have to." Eddie's grinning ear-to-ear, Steve behind him running his hands through his hair as he smirks at you.

"Get lost, both of you, this isn't funny."

"No, no it's deadly serious. What if these two mystery crushes are awful people, you could be in double the danger here, sweet."

"I don't think I'm in any danger Eds, I-"

"No, no, he's right," Steve buts in, adding fuel to the fire, "we need to know who these people are so we can do full background checks, they could be into anything."

"Honestly, I know they're fine, I'm not in any danger-"

"And how do you know that, huh?" It's Eddie's turn again, turning up the dramatics with big arm movements, taking a step back to join ranks with Steve, "what if they're serial killers?"

"Eddie, honestly-"

"You know we're right, y/n, they could be anyone!" Steve shouts.

"I think I know them pretty well, they-"

"And how come, huh? You never hang out with anyone else, how could you know them that well, hm?" Eddie argues back, and they both stare at you with a look in their eyes that makes you think, fuck it, it's gone on long enough.

"Oh my god it's you, you absolute morons."

Silence. Again.

Steve is the first to react, his mouth dropping in shock as he runs a hand through his hair. Eddie follows suit, breathing out a "huh" as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"Both of us?" Steve asks, prodding yet again.

"Yes." You answer meekly, careful not to make eye contact with either one of them for fear of being mocked.

Out of the corner of your eye you see them both share a glance before taking a cautious step forwards, testing the water.

"You like us both?" Eddie asks again, making your face contort into a grimace.

"There's no need to rub salt in the wound, Eddie. Just go, I'm sure we can forget I told you and get on with our lives."

Silence, again, and it's still not a good sign coming from them. When you turn, you see both boys staring at each other, quieter than you've ever seen them.

"I don't, uh, I don't think we're going to be able to forget about that, princess." Steve mumbles, looking between you and the other boy. He takes a few steps towards you with a look of pure disbelief on his face. "You mean it? Both of us?"

It really is unnerving, how serious he's being. "Steve this isn't funny, stop it."

"No, no. Just give me a second. Let me process this, uh," Steve starts vaguely gesturing between the three of you as he loses his train of thought.

You look at Eddie, who's staring at you with a bewildered look on his face unlike anything you've seen before. "Am I dreaming?" He asks, hands coming up to tangle into his hair as he turns to Steve.

"You're both ridiculous..." Mumbling, you go to turn away from them when Eddie grabs your arm, wide eyed and frantic as he shouts "boyfriends!" in your face. "What on earth are you screaming about, Munson?"

"Boyfriends," he starts again, still shouting at you, "can we be - I mean - Steve, you want to? Boyfriends? Both of us? Please?"

Steve's face lights up, finally with the conversation. "Yes! Boyfriends! Us!"

"Are you asking me out?"

They both nod frantically, practically begging as they talk over each other, no coordination at all. It makes you break into a wide grin. "Fuck yes, oh my god. I can't believe I fell for you absolute idiots."

"And now you're stuck with us, baby." Steve grins.

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oh my god i'm so sorry it's been so long - i have a few things in the works and miiiight even branch out into other fandoms?? who knows?? shits been wild recently so i really am SO SORRY for the radio silence for so long - thank you to everyone who's stuck around and KEEP YOUR EYES PEELED for some new stuff!!! steddie x reader piece is being written AS WE SPEAK

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Sex - Corroded Coffin

Eddie Munson x f!bestfriend!reader

summary: you surprise Eddie at one of his concerts, but he surprises you first

word count: 1,586

warnings: swearing, angst?, mutual pining, confessions, not much to warn about really, let me know if I missed anything

a/n: I was listening to Sex by The 1975 and couldn't get it out of my head that Eddie would so write something like that about his best friend (pls let me know if you'd like a part 2 to this bc personally I'd love to write a spicy pt2 to this)

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You were late, obviously, when were you not. The venue was already packed with bodies pressed against each other, making it very difficult to manoeuvre yourself through the crowd and over to the shitty bar over the other side of the room.

It was exciting, truly, to be seeing Corroded Coffin somewhere other than the dingy little Hawkins bars that you were used to. Somewhere finally deserving of them and their talent. You couldn't be prouder of them or the fact that this was their first ever sold out show. It was also pretty exciting since you planned to surprise them backstage later on.

"Vodka soda, cheers." Someone bumps into your shoulder as you order, making you turn to be faced with a girl, thick black eyeliner and short, short skirt.

"Oh, sorry," she starts, taking in your appearance just as you're taking in hers, "oh shit, is that new merch? I've never seen that t-shirt before." You look down at your t-shirt, smiling as you look back up at her.

"No, no actually this is old. Me and the band go back a bit, I uh, we made these in my garage when they first started playing shows. We never sold any so we kept them for ourselves."

"No way, you know them?" She practically screams at you as you grab your drink.

"Since middle school, yeah. I knew Munson back when he had a buzzcut." You laugh, hitting it off with the girl. You talk back and forth for what seems like forever, slowly being encapsulated by the hazy fog making it's way through the room from both the smoke machine and from the unreasonable amount of people smoking in the room.

"So are you, like, his girlfriend then?" She asks, raising her eyebrows at you with a smirk.

"Me, no no no, just friends. Best friends. I- he's not interested." You're going to say more when you're interrupted by the dimming lights which leave the room soaked in a warm orange glow from the back-lit stage. The room erupts into loud applause as your best friends make their way onto stage, swinging guitars and drumsticks over their heads. Always so dramatic.

The concert is absolutely insane, everything you could have ever wished for them. Fans hanging on their every word, screaming the lyrics to songs that you've known since they were just scribbles on scraps of paper. It's almost too much, to see them living their dream, but you stick it out, screaming along with the crowd with, admittedly, some tears in your eyes.

"So, this next one is going to be our last song." Eddie mumbles into his mic, earning pretty enthusiastic disapproval from the crowd. "I know, I know we're fucking bummed about it too but we can't stay here all night." He pauses for a second, turning to Gareth to give him a quick nod and thumbs up. "This might make you all feel a little better, we're actually going to play you something completely new tonight to end the show. You guys are getting the real VIP treatment, yeah?" This perks the crowd up, obviously, and you feel a tap on your shoulder: the girl from earlier.

"You heard this one?" She asks, referring to the new track.

Shaking your head, you lean in so she can hear you over Eddie, "nope, I'm just as in the dark about this as you." It's exciting, knowing that this many people get to hear their new stuff, it's a far cry from sitting in Jeff's garage and hearing their demos.

The guitar kicks in and you realise this is nothing like anything they've ever done before.

And this is how it starts You take your shoes off in the back of my van...

The song is good, really fucking good, and you find yourself moving along to it, watching the crowd start to pick up and dance along, loving it just as much as you.

There's only minutes before I drop you off And all we seem to do it talk about sex She's got a boyfriend anyway...

As you listen to the lyrics your heart starts sink to the pit of your stomach, and your left standing dead still, unable to move, unable to think about anything other than the implications behind what Eddie's singing about. You don't want to assume, because it could look really bad if you did, but...

Surely not, surely he can't be talking about what you think he's talking about.

Does he take care of you Or could I easily fill his shoes Do you say no...

You're starting to feel hot, not knowing what to do with yourself as you carry on listening. Last time you saw Eddie (or any of the band for that matter) was about four months ago, when you were dating Steve. He was lovely, caring, kind, but you drifted. No biggie, it happens sometimes.

And I'm not trying to stop you love But if we're gonna do anything we might as well just fuck She's got a boyfriend anyway...

The sudden feeling of guilt and dread that Eddie is up there singing about how he could do a better job than Steve, god it makes your skin crawl. But maybe it wasn't about you, maybe you were being presumptuous. It doesn't help that Eddie looks so fucking good up there in his ripped jeans and cropped t-shirt. Singing with all his heart into a crowd absolutely tailor made for him.

You've got your tongue pierced anyway You in your hightops anyway You in your skinny jeans anyway...

Fuck.

Well. There's definitely no denying it now.

It's you, the song is about you.

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The lump in your throat didn't leave when the lights went up, or when you said your goodbyes to the girl you'd spoken to all night, and it definitely didn't go away when you presented your ID and pass at the backstage entrance to go and see them.

Hovering at the "bands only" sign which shrouded you in a red light, you second guessed whether it really was a good idea to see them tonight. After all you had just heard a song dedicated to how your best friend wanted to fuck you in the back of his van (you were paraphrasing, yes, but that was the gist of it). And that wasn't even the worst part, you'd let him. It was hard to deny that you hadn't thought about it before. I mean, the lyrics did have some credibility to them.

Unfortunately the decision of whether to stay or go was made for you when the door swung open, revealing a sweaty, hot Eddie only a foot away from where you stood.

"Oh shit... you're here."

"Surprise." You say meekly, trying your best to sound lighthearted an not entirely nervous about this whole situation. You're about to speak when he starts rambling at you.

"Listen, princess, I-"

"Eddie no, don't do that-"

"No, no honestly, go and get Steve and we can-"

"Eddie-"

"I'll explain if he wants, I don't want-"

"Eddie!" That stops him right in his tracks, eyes wide as he stares, waiting for you to storm off to Steve, he presumes. "We broke up, Steve and I. It didn't, uh - we're friends." Taking a deep breath, you look him in the eye, something you avoided until now. "I came on my own. Wanted to surprise you, and the others, obviously."

"Well, fuck." He's itching to move, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

"Yeah, fuck." There's a beat of silence before Eddie dares to speak again, he really didn't think he'd be doing this tonight. Having this talk with you.

"Well, either way, for obvious reasons, I'm sorry about what you heard. I was going to call you, tell you... eventually... I just-"

"Did you mean it?" You cut him off, trying to figure out whether your hope in him is misplaced.

"What?" Eddie's taken aback, for once he's fucking speechless.

"Did you mean it, the lyrics?"

There's another beat of silence before he answers.

"Every word."

It feels like your entire world is collapsing in on itself, everything you thought you knew about him now shrouded in the knowledge that Eddie fucking Munson has been down bad for you for god knows how long.

"Since when?"

"Ninth grade. You started wearing that smudged eyeliner and those big fucking boots that you could hardly walk in. I was hooked."

Nothing could have ever prepared you for this conversation. The one you convinced yourself you were never going to have. The one where you tell him you're madly in love with him.

"You didn't say anything."

"You had Harrington."

"I wanted you."

"You- wait what?"

"Surely you know, Eds. It's always been you."

He shakes his head, running his hands over his face. "Don't say that, princess don't say shit like that if you don't want me to jump on you right fucking now." It takes him a second to process the dead serious look on your face. "You mean that?"

"Every word."

The silence between you has your ears ringing, he's taking longer to respond than you'd like and it's making you nervous.

"Come back to my hotel tonight. I want to - we need to talk. We need to... fuck," he's distracted, coming forward to place his hands on either side of your face to force eye contact, "princess you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you."

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Just want to say a quick THANK YOU for 600 followers, this is INSANE so ty ty tysm

If there are any of you out there who want to send a request in then pls don't hesitate, I want to know what you guys would like to read!!!!! otherwise I'll just keep writing all of this completely self indulgent babble lmao

anyway THANK YOU

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Be A Good Boy, Eds

Eddie Munson x f!reader

summary: Eddie's been teasing you all day, so you teach him a lesson in patience

word count: 920

warnings: sub!eddie, degrading, reader being angry yknow, spitting, swearing

a/n: this is absolutely depraved I'm so sorry but it's all I've had in my head for days (pt2?)

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There's really nothing like stomping your way through Hawkins' woods on a Friday afternoon, burning with rage as you search for what it is you're here for. Well, who you're here for.

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Eddie had been teasing you all day. Gripping your thighs and pulling you into him next to your locker, making you sit on his lap at lunch just so he could run his hand up your skirt and make you squirm from just his touch, whispering filthy things into your ear as he led you into class. All day he had you worked up, putty in his hands, and then he fucking ditched you. Left you with his Hellfire kids to make sure they got their lifts home. It was torture, having to listen to Dustin ramble on and on about dnd lore while you couldn't even begin to think about anything other than how much you wanted Eddie to fuck your brains out.

It was time for some payback. He deserved it.

-

When you spot him, nothing but seething anger runs through your body. "Munson." You deadpan, throwing a stick at him as you reach the bench.

Sitting up, suddenly pulled out of seemingly deep thought, he smirks and motions you over. "Hey, trouble. Took you long enough." He chuckles.

"You left me with your kids, dickhead. I'm not a babysitter." The smug grin on his face only gets wider at your flustered appearance.

"Oh don't be like that. You know how good you look when you're telling them what to do." Eddie chuckles, sending a wink your way.

"Don't push it, Eds." You warn, no hint of amusement on your face.

"Or what, princess? What are you going to do, huh? Punish me?" The shit-eating grin on his face tells you he's being an ass on purpose, to get a rise out of you, but none the less something snaps in you. Something that's been begging to snap for a while now. This has been a long time coming. Time to put Eddie Munson in his fucking place.

"You know what, Eddie? You've been nothing but a brat all day." Before continuing you stalk over to his side of the bench, bringing one hand up to his jaw and holding it tight, forcing him to look up at you from where he's sat, his eyes wide. "So yeah, I think I will punish you. I think I need to teach you that you don't get to fuck with me all day without getting fucked back. Got it, pretty boy?"

"Baby... I-" His hips buck up, trying to find friction with nothing to help him.

"Fucking pathetic," grinning, you look down to his growing erection. "Look at you, hard as a rock and all I did was tell you how bad you've been. Such a whore for me." Your grip on his jaw tightens and you watch in awe as a moan escapes his open mouth.

"Mm, fuck." You hear him mumble, one of his hands desperately trying to palm his bulge through his tight, tight jeans.

"No, no, no." Grabbing his hand away, you bring your lips close to his, watching him try as hard as he can to get you to kiss him. Whimpering. "Only good boys get to touch themselves. And you haven't been good, have you Eds?"

"No, princess, but please, I'll be good, I'll be so good for you." The whiny tone he's speaking with has you practically soaked but you try not to let him show it.

"I don't think so. Might just leave you here, too horny to move, desperate for something you can't have. Just like you did to me today." Eddie's lips are parted, head tilted backwards a little, giving you the perfect angle to spit into his mouth and watch as he swallows. "You left me soaked for you, all I've been able to think about is your cock and you didn't even have the decency to wait and give it to me."

"Please, baby." Whining, he goes to grab your free hand, pulling it down to try and get you to touch him.

"No, you wait. Go home and wait for me like you made me wait."

You watch as he stands, legs shaky, and trails behind you as you walk your way out of the woods, following like a lost puppy. When you get to his van he's all but begging for you to touch him, obedient hands at his sides.

"You gonna be a good boy for me, Eds?"

"Yes, princess, anything, please come quick I-" You watch him fold in on himself as you shut your car door on him and drive off, going home to change into an even shorter skirt and one of his old band tees. Only the best for your Eddie.

-

He feels like he's been sat on the edge of his bed for an eternity by the time you walk through his door, almost cumming in his pants when he sees you. He hasn't done anything but sit since he got back, afraid that if he so much as moved he'd give in to temptation and end up a writhing mess, fucking himself into his hand. So he stayed put, waiting for you, and now you're here he can't take his eyes off you. Can't wait for you to use him.

"Such a good boy for me Eds," you praise, thankful for his ability to follow instructions. "Now, do you want me to help you with that, baby?"

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Peter Parker smut femreader praise kink and a lot of teasing and pet names , like aunt may let's reader stay over and leaves for work while Peter sneaks back in and caught the reader doing something while wearing his shirt 😌

I can't tell you how excited I was to get this ask it's my FIRST ONE so THANK YOU to whoever left this - and I love the concept so much I really enjoyed writing this so I hope you like it

pairing: peter parker x f!reader

word count: 1,256

warnings: 18+ content, teasing, praise, peter being smug, slight humiliation if you squint, pillow riding

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May's house has always felt more like a home than anywhere else, so staying round while the house was empty wasn't unusual for you. It had only been an hour or two since she'd left for work and you'd taken it upon yourself to help out the lovely May by doing some cleaning for her, that is until you spilt what looked to be an entire bottle of cleaning product down your top and found yourself having to strip in her kitchen to avoid getting it anywhere else.

Frustrated, you climb the stairs, ruined t-shirt in hand as you make your way into her bedroom to see if you can find anything to cover yourself up with. Trust you to spill something whilst trying to be helpful, absolutely typical.

Rooting through May's wardrobe for clothes is seeming to be an unsuccessful venture and by now you are a little downtrodden, knowing that possibly the only place you were going to find something to wear was the one room you'd specifically told yourself you weren't going to find yourself in: Peter's room.

Don't get it twisted, you had nothing against Peter. The opposite, actually. You really fucking liked him, which is why you'd told yourself that were you to ever find yourself alone in the Parker home you would avoid his room like the plague for fear of... liking what you saw in there. No need to stoke the flames of your schoolgirl crush on the boy. But right now, it seemed there was no other choice.

So here you are, in Peter's bedroom, slipping on a t-shirt that smells like him and finding yourself unable to uproot your feet from their spot on his bedroom floor as you stare, wide-eyed at his bed. God, it's ridiculous, entirely wrong that just being in this room has you feeling so weak in the knees.

It's almost involuntary, the way that you shuffle over to his bed and climb up onto the sheets, pulling one of his pillows between your thighs and under your skirt, just enough to relieve the growing pleasure that's building up between them. You know it's wrong, and you know you shouldn't be in here, but there's something about being surrounded by him that makes your hair stand on end. You don't even register that you've started to rock back and forth on his pillow until you start to feel that familiar build of pressure low in your body, pulling a strangled, breathy moan right out of you. The wetness pooling between your thighs is definitely getting onto the pillow but you're finding it hard to care, brain fogged with unsavoury thoughts.

So caught up in your own head, you barely register the sound of the door opening, and the sharp intake of breath from the figure at the door.

"Y/n?"

Oh fuck.

You can't move quick enough, scrambling off the bed to stand awkwardly by the desk in an effort to look a little less guilty, which clearly works about as well as you thought it would: not at all.

"What are you- is that my shirt?" Peter asks, head cocked to the side.

"Yes, I- well I spilt some cleaning stuff and I- May didn't have anything... I- oh god I'm sorry, I shouldn't be here - I need to go." Your legs feel like jelly you're so embarrassed and all you can do is watch as he makes his way over to the bed, his pillow soaked with your arousal.

"What were you doing on my bed, hm?" He asks, a cheshire cat grin plastered on his face. You can feel your body temperature rising as he plucks the pillow from the mattress and brings it to his face, inhaling the scent of the mess you've made. "All this for me, princess?" Peter teases, a smirk playing on his lips as he slowly takes a step towards you.

"Don't play with me Peter, that's not fair." You look down, entirely red in the face and not willing to look at him. This is humiliating.

"Oh but I really want to play, baby,” he dips his head and crouches to be at your level, looking you dead in the eye as he says “want to show me what you were doing?"

Eyes wide, you shake your head, unwilling to believe that he's being serious. "No, Peter, I get it. I shouldn't have been in here, I-" You're cut off as both of his hands come to the sides of your head. Peter’s shaking his head, smile still on his face.

“That, just then… I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve thought about what it’d be like to see you just like that on my bed. I bet you're just filthy when you're on your own, am I right princess?” His hands don’t move but you can tell he’s itching to let them roam your body, his self-control hanging by a thread. “Let me see, princess, please?” He smirks.

Peter takes your hand, leading you back to the bed and slowly guiding you to sit back down on the pillow, exactly how you were before. "Go on bunny, show me, yeah?"

Slowly, you start grinding yourself down onto the pillow, eyes shut tight as pressure immediately starts bubbling up again. You can feel Peter's eyes on you as you get close, one of your hands slipping down under your skirt to play with your clit.

"No, no, baby let me do it." He coos, replacing your hand with his own, circling your clit and whispering into your ear. "Just like that princess, good girl."

The moans that escape you when he starts quickening his actions are practically feral, and they pull a cocky smirk and chuckle from Peter. "God baby, listen to yourself," he's way too fucking smug about the noises he was dragging out of you, head buried in the crook of your neck, sucking deep purple marks into the sensitive skin. "Come on baby you're doing so well, want you to cum for me already?" His smirk makes you want to scream as he watches your eyes roll back into your head.

Your body starts shaking, hips bucking harsh against the pillow as he draws your orgasm out of you, whispering praise against your neck as you shiver against him, whimpering and gasping as you cum.

"Aw, princess, so fucking needy," "I could listen to you whimpering for me all day, sounds like heaven, baby." He smirks as you come down from your high, pulling his hand from where it was playing with you and licking it clean of your cum.

"Oh my god." Open mouth, wide-eyes you stare at him, completely enamoured.

"Oh bunny, don't act like you're not still absolutely dripping for it." He smiles down at you, tilting his head to bring you in for a kiss. When his lips come to meet yours it's soft, exactly how you imagined it would be. He's letting you take the lead, guiding you to take what you want from him, allowing you to be the one to take things further. "So glad I caught you in here, fuck, my own little freak just getting herself off for me."

Groaning into your mouth, he pulls you to lie on top of him, smiling into the kiss as you sigh, content.

"Any time you want to sneak into my room and use me instead of that pillow..." he laughs, watching your face go red, "I'm all yours, princess."

#tasm peter x you #tasm!spiderman x you #peter parker x you #tasm peter parker #peter parker smut #tasm smut #peter parker x reader

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Oh You Like That, Huh?

TASM Peter Parker x f!reader

summary: your best friend's brother is away, and you're offered his bed for the night (it's smut, it's fluff, it's all I've been able to think about for days)

word count: 1,767

warnings: f receiving oral, Peter in the suit, fluff ending bc I'm a sucker for soft!peter, y/n being a proper simp for peter/spiderman

a/n: I really didn't know how to end this one I'm sorry if it's a bit crap, I need to re-work it (or just right a part 2 so everything ties together a bit better... we'll see)

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"So, honey," your best friend's Aunt smiles at you across the dinner table, "Peter's away for a few nights if you want to take his bed? I know the floor wasn't comfy for you last time." Her hospitality will never fail to make you smile, but as much as you'd hate to admit it, the thought of taking Peter's bed makes your face heat up with embarrassment, so you just nod feverishly as you continue eating your meal.

"Thank you May, that'd be really nice." Smiling, you join in with conversation and try your best not to think about who's bed you're staying in. Which turns out to be near impossible.

Something about him has always driven you crazy. The way he walks into a room, and the way he fidgets with his hands when he's talking, god it makes you think of absolutely filthy things that you'd rather his hands be doing. So when you reach his bedroom that night, pyjamas in hand, you're already practically dripping thinking about being in his bed.

It's perverted, filthy, down right fucking wrong how you climb into his bed and inhale the scent that's on his pillows. It's awful, how your mind travels to what Peter might get up to in this bed, what he might do in this bed. And as you drift off into sleep it's absolutely awful how you feel yourself getting wet at the thought of him in this bed with you.

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You're awoken by the sound of the window opening and the feeling of an ice cold breeze hitting your bare skin, which makes you open your eyes drearily and cock your head over to the source of the noise.

The sight in front of you makes you snap up and pull the covers over your bare legs. "Peter?" You whisper, your tone coming across a little more whiny than you would have liked, confused and quite frankly a little embarrassed to be in his bed with him in the room.

His head snaps over to you from where he is at the window, eyes blown wide. That's when you notice his attire. No fucking way.

"It's you?" Staring, you take in the skin tight red and blue suit, trying not to make it obvious when your eyes rake over his figure.

"Keep your voice down, would you?" He whispers harshly, shutting the window and discarding his backpack on the floor. "Fuck", he exclaims, hands running through his hair as his face contorts into a look of frustration. "What are you doing in my room?" He asks, stalking over to the bed, throwing his mask across to his wardrobe.

"Aunt May said you weren't back for a few days, I-" You take a breath, flustered beyond belief at the sight of him. He looks so good. "I won't tell anyone, Peter, I'll go sleep on the floor and I won't say anything to anyone." Rambling, you shake your head and turn away, trying to hide the blush that's burning your face. He shakes his head, Peter knows you well enough to know you wouldn't say a thing.

"No, no, bunny, it's okay." Oh Jesus, well, you're a goner. He's had that nickname for you for years now, it's always given you butterflies but right now? While he's standing in front of you wearing that god damn costume? It makes you want to jump his bones. "You need to stay so no one gets suspicious. I'm not meant to be here."

That's when he looks at you, really looks at you, and notices some things he didn't a moment ago. The pink tint to your cheeks, the way your thighs are clenched together under his bed sheets, the smell of your arousal. You're turned on because of him.

"You okay, y/n?" Peter pokes, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He's been waiting for this for far too long, to get you in a room on your own, and he's not about to waste this perfect opportunity.

A frown plastered on your face, you nod quickly.

"You know," you watch with wide eyes as he leans forward, two hands coming to rest either side of your legs, "one of my abilities is that I have heightened senses." His eyes flick down to your chest as he speaks, "I can hear people's heartbeats, smell them, feel the change in their breathing."

He's impossibly close, breath fanning over your lips, making you entirely aware of the fact that he knows just how horny you are right now.

"Shit." You mumble, trying your best to scoot further back away from him to find some space to breathe.

"Hm," Peter smiles, "want to tell me something, baby?"

"You're being mean, Peter." He's making fun of you, you're sure of it. Laughing because his little sisters best friend has the hots for him.

"Me? No, no, no." Peter's shaking his head and smiling down at you, one hand coming up to cup your jaw. "I want to help you, bunny," his voice is low, raspy, and all you can do is take a sharp intake of breath as you feel his other hand start to run up your thigh until it lands inches away from where you're burning for him. "Let me touch you." He whispers, ducking his head to place soft kisses onto your neck.

"Peter." You warn, breath caught in your throat as he ghosts his fingers over your underwear.

"Every time I'm in a room with you I can hear the way your heartbeat picks up, feel how your hair stands on end when I talk to you, smell how I affect you. Bunny... come on," he sighs, dropping his head onto your shoulder, "this has been a long time coming."

You know he's right. You've been dreaming of this since you first met him, wishing, pleading to the universe that one day something would snap between the two of you.

"I don't want much, just let me taste you, bun." He whines, lifting his head to look at you with pleading eyes. God, how could you say no to that face?

"Fucking hell, Peter." You groan, squeezing your eyes tight and throwing your head back.

"Is that a yes?" He pesters, pulling lightly at the waistband of your underwear.

"Yes, yes."

He doesn't hesitate, sliding down the bed and pulling at your underwear with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. You watch with an open mouth as he lowers himself and kisses up the inside of your thigh, strong hands pulling your legs apart to give him more space.

"No idea how long I've been dreaming of this pussy, y/n." He breathes out, "think about it every time I see you, fuck." That's when his lips attach to your clit, and oh god does it feel good. This fucker knows what he's doing and dear lord is he good at it. The way he sucks at your clit and licks stripes up your cunt as you lift your hips to meet his movements.

It's not long until you feel one of his hands dragging up your leg and finding it's home, teasing at your entrance. He's still in those gloves, those fucking gloves that you don't dare admit that you've fantasised about.

"Oh shit." You gasp, toes curling at the new sensation. You can practically feel the smirk on Peter's face as he pulls away just to taunt you.

"Oh you like that, huh?" He laughs, staring at you with a look of pure disbelief as he watches you come undone all because of him.

"Fuck you, Peter." You whine, arching your back further as he curls his fingers inside you.

"All in good time, baby." He mumbles, diving back down to attack your cunt once again, pulling you closer and closer to cumming on his tongue.

"Oh, fuck, Peter I- mm, oh-" suddenly you're shaking, body involuntarily folding in on itself as you squeeze Peter's head with your thighs, which pulls a sinful moan from him. Your orgasm hits you so hard you have to clamp your hand over your mouth to stop you from crying out as you shake, your other hand reaching down to pull at Peter's hair, trying desperately to pull him off your sensitive cunt as he eats you out. He's licking you clean of every bit of your release, pulling tears out of you as he carries on, unfazed by your relentless pulling of his hair. "Peter please, please," you beg, pulling yourself away from his hungry mouth.

You're in awe at the sight in front of you. His hair is a mess from where you've pulled at it, his mouth slick with your cum, his eyes hazy, and he looks so fucking good in that god damn suit.

"I should sneak back home more often if this is what I get to find in my bed." He teases, crawling up you and pressing a wet kiss onto your lips, hands either side of your head. Groaning in pleasure, he collapses down onto you, head resting in the crook of your neck.

"So," you start, heart beating out of your chest, "Spiderman, huh?"

He laughs up at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you over so your positions are switched, you on top of him.

"Is it really that impressive?" Grinning, he pulls his hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, an action which has your stomach turning somersaults.

"I've sort of had a crush on Spiderman since those first videos went viral." You mumble, blush creeping back onto your face.

"And Spiderman's sort of had a crush on you too." Peter confesses, reaching up to place a soft kiss onto your lips. You can still taste yourself on him and it's absolutely intoxicating. "Maybe I'll bring you swinging round Queens, show you off a bit."

Feeling hands running up your sides, you sigh, content, and breathe out a chuckle. "Yeah, right."

"I'm not joking, bunny. I've waited far too long for you to give me permission to have you, I'm going to be screaming from the rooftops that you're mine."

The confession makes your cheeks go a deeper shade of red than you ever thought possible, it makes you feel like you're burning, and of course he knows that. He's grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he pulls you into him, allowing you to fall into a peaceful, blissed out sleep before daring to move to take his suit off and climb back out of his window.

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Why not?

Billy Hargrove x f!reader

summary: Billy's fed up with how mouthy you can be, and finally decides to do something about it

word count: 1,595

warnings: unprotected sex, dom billy, slight degradation, billy being a bastard

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"So, who is it tonight?" You ask, flicking through a magazine, lay on Billy's bed, watching as he gets ready to go out.

"What's got you interested in my social life all of a sudden, dollface?" He spins, taking a puff of his cigarette before putting it out in his ashtray. The way he's looking at you makes you weak, the cocky smirk on that beautiful fucking face, god it makes you want to punch him at times.

"Oh I'm just wanting to know which girl will be running up to me crying tomorrow because you broke their heart. You know... just a heads up." You throw him a sickly sweet smile as you look up at him, watching as he stalks over to the bed and leans over you, hands down on either side of your legs.

"Mm, as much as I'd love to tell you... I don't think I will. Want to know why?" Billy smirks again, diving you absolutely crazy, the smell of his cologne making your head spin.

"Why's that?" You smile back at him, a knowing look on your face.

"You're fucking jealous." He laughs, pulling away just enough to watch as your skin turns red, cheeks burning up. "What, you haven't thought about it?" He probes, leaning in again, "you haven't thought about what it'd be like?" Billy's testing his luck, pushing himself further towards you as you sit there seething.

"Fuck off Billy, that's not funny." Your hands make their way to his shoulders to get some space between the two of you. "Plus, you and I both know that if fucking me was a possibility, I wouldn't be sat here as your friend, would I?"

"What makes you think I'm not just playing the long game?" He smirks, tilting his head slightly.

"Billy Hargrove playing the long game," you laugh, hands flying over your face, "now that's funny." As you compose yourself you notice how his expression turns sour. "Oh come on, you really expect me to believe that crap?"

You watch as his figure stiffens, a look of pure fucking rage on his face as he raises a finger to point at you. "You're a fucking brat, you know that?" He's furious, and you've known him long enough to know not to push him when he's like this, but you can't seen to help yourself this time.

"I do, actually. I save up all my brattiness just for you because I know how much you like it." The smile on your face infuriates him even more, making him want to slap it off that pretty little face of yours.

"Watch your fucking mouth, doll." He threatens, and as much as you hate yourself for it, you feel yourself getting aroused at his words.

Rolling your eyes, you go back to reading the magazine, crossing your legs over each other to try and help the feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. "Or what? You're all talk, Hargrove."

"Fuck," he shouts after a moment of silence, and your eyes shoot up to where he is, pacing across the room and furiously jabbing numbers into the phone as he holds the receiver to his ear, staring directly at you with a look that makes you melt into his bed. You know that look, and it means trouble.

Whoever he's calling picks up and he starts speaking, stalking his way over to you, "hey, yeah it's me. Mm- sorry babe but I'm going to have to cancel our plans for tonight. Something's come up."

The phone gets practically thrown back down onto the table as he reaches for you, pulling you by the ankles so you're lying on his bed.

"Billy what the fuck are you doing?!" You cry out, watching in pure shock as he pulls his jacket off, throwing it down on the ground before practically climbing on top of you.

"Teaching you a fucking lesson, princess." He growls back, hands reaching down for your jeans and pulling, sending the button flying, breaking the zip.

"Billy we can't- what are you- fuck." You're cut off as he pulls your jeans down and off your legs, bending back over you, licking his lips.

"Why not?" He starts, hands roaming your sides and pulling at the waistband of your underwear. "Why can't we? We both know this has been a long time coming, doll."

He's right, of course he is. This has been six months in the making. Six months of flirting and thinly veiled friendship has led to this exact moment.

"Playing the long game, hm?" You breathe, hands reaching out to pull at his shirt, motioning for him to take it off, which he does without a hint of hesitation.

"Shut it." He mumbles, head dipping so that he can bite and suck at your neck. "You're too fucking mouthy for your own good, you know that?" He's pulling your top off now, practically ripping it as he impatiently tugs it over your head, then makes quick work of completely ruining your bra, ripping it in two to get it off you quicker.

"Put something in it to shut me up then." You accentuate your words by opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out and watching as Billy practically drools at the sight. One of his hands makes it's way up to your throat, squeezing hard before he pulls away, sticking his middle and ring finger so far into your mouth that you gag.

"Oh doll, you can't even take my fingers. How will you ever manage my cock?" He's laughing, watching you struggle with his fingers down your throat.

Abruptly, he pulls them out, sitting up to pull his jeans and boxers down so he can jack himself off while he looks at you. "I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to take it." He states, staring at you so intensely that it makes you want to fold in on yourself.

"Billy I-" You can't even form a sentence, too focused on his hand wrapped around his cock.

"What's up, dollface? Don't think you can take it?" He smirks, making you blush such a deep shade of red you start feeling lightheaded. He's fucking huge, and he's right, you honestly don't know how you're going to... fit him. "Aw, cute," he mocks, pulling you by the ankles to the edge of the bed, ripping off your underwear and teasing your cunt with the tip of his dick, "you'll manage, baby."

Then slowly he pushes himself into you, grunting as he bottoms out and settles into you, biting at his bottom lip as he stares down at his dick sat deep inside you. "Fucking hell, doll, so fucking tight for me."

Your head rolls back onto the bed as he starts rocking into you, hard and fast, hands gripping at your hips so harshly you'll definitely have bruises once this is over.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to fuck you, baby." He pants, dragging his hands up your body and pulling you up to be flush to his chest, one hand travelling further up to pull on your hair. "This tight cunt is all I can fucking think about."

You're on cloud nine, eyes rolled back into the back of your head as you moan out, completely aware of how fucking desperate you sound as you beg him not to stop, because you're close. You're so fucking close.

"You close, doll? Hm? Want to cum on my cock like a good girl?" You can feel him smiling against you as he licks up your neck and harshly squeezes at your tits. "Go on, do it, cum on my cock and I'll fucking stuff you with my cum."

He picks up his pace just a little and watches closely, pulling on your hair still to keep you upright so he can watch you fall apart, shaking and moaning out as you cum hard as he fucks into you.

"So fucking good, baby, so good." He growls, hips stuttering into you as he cums right after, head falling to rest in the crook of your neck. "Mm, fuck." He mumbles, pulling himself out of you and tucking himself back into his boxers, pulling his jeans up.

He looks over you, and then to the completely ruined jeans and bra he'd discarded onto the floor. "Shit, uh-", he rummages around his room and comes back to you with a pair of his boxers and the shirt he'd pulled off earlier.

"Seriously?" You ask, completely dumbfounded as you pull the shirt over your head.

"What?" Billy counters, a frown set on his face as he busies himself throwing your ripped clothing into the bin in the corner of his room.

"Nothing, nothing... just never imagined the Billy Hargrove as the type to offer his clothes to a girl."

"I don't." He bites back, clearly frustrated with your incessant teasing.

"Sure, hotshot."

You're standing pulling his boxers on when he closes the space between you, holding your face harshly as he stares at you, the look on his face completely unreadable.

"If you think for a second that you're going to be treated the same as those little sluts that I usually fuck around with? You've got another thing coming, dollface."

"Wh- Billy, what?" You're confused, entirely taken aback by the thought of Billy wanting anyone for more than a quick fuck.

"You're mine now baby, get used to it." He winks, throwing you that signature Billy smirk as he lights another cigarette, leaving you completely speechless.

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