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babyjakes · 4 months

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | exhibitionism + piercing

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader, feat. lloyd's friends: andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale, steve rogers

warnings | ddlg dynamics (lloyd is a soft sweet daddy.) months of no touch/orgasms. clit hood piercing (+ me not knowing much about them.) fivesome with a sixth watching; exhibitionism. fingering (vaginal + anal.) nipple play. clit focus + rubbing. overstimulation. asking permission to come + she comes hard. so much praise and encouragement. probably some light mocking/humiliation. sooo many petnames. aftercare!! :) brief alcohol mention

word count | 1,580

an | sorry for the weird formatting? tumblr wouldn't allow me to use the bulleted list bc of too many characters i think- but ahhh omg the very last kinkmas piece 🥺 this event has been so much fun i hope you've all enjoyed the stuff i've written!! make sure to check out the event masterlist for anything you might've missed and thanks so much for reading along with me this month!! happy holidays and merry christmas to all of you sweet friends 😌💕

thinking about daddy!lloyd piercing your clit hood and then inviting all his friends over to show you off 🫠 piercings do take time to heal so maybe he's away on a trip for a few months after it happens, and when he returns home he has his buddies over to come play with you 😌 you were touch-free for that time period, so by the time the big night comes you're more than ready for some attention down there

lloyd dresses you up in a pretty new dress he got while out on his trip, short with lots of cleavage showing as always. and panties are skipped entirely; they'd just get in the way. he has you wait in your room as he brings his guests in, getting everyone settled in the fancy lounge with drinks and snacks. then he sends one of his servants to bring you down from where you're patiently waiting upstairs

andy, ari, ransom, and steve all coo and fawn adoringly as soon as you appear. you recognize every face in the group quite well; these are your daddy's closest and most trusted friends, the only men he would ever allow near you besides himself. this isn't the first time they've come over to play under lloyd's supervision. while these sessions can be overwhelming with so many players involved, things never get out of hand, as each of your daddy's friends treat you with just as much respect and care as he would, himself

"there's the pretty girl. we've missed you, sweetheart," ari's cooing from his seat on one of the armchairs

"that's a cute little dress, sunshine. s'it new?" ransom winks at you as he stands near your daddy's chair, finishing a glass of scotch

"come on over, doll. your daddy said you have something very special to show us," steve says gently, patting the space on the long leather couch between him and andy

the lawyer nods at the blonde man's words, adding, "come here, honey. got a nice spot saved just for you"

lloyd's on the other couch, across from steve and andy. "go on, princess. they've all been waiting so patiently to see," he encourages you

you find your way over, sitting down obediently between the two broad men. ari comes and sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. ransom makes his way behind the couch, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back a bit

"you wanna show us, angel?" ari asks gently as he leans in a bit, helping the men on either side of you bring your legs up to bend at the knee, your stocking-covered feet falling to either side of you. when you give a timid nod, the skirt of your dress is lifted up to expose your most intimate parts to the eager men surrounding you. a soft gasp is shared as they all lay eyes on your leaking cunt, swollen and sensitive from months of neglect

"aww, little one," steve's murmuring sympathetically at the sight of your arousal

"look at that ring- so pretty, sweet girl," andy marvels at the sight of the gold loop that now runs right through the fleshy hood covering your needy little nub

"your daddy told us it's a very special ring," ari hums steadily as he reaches out and gently spreads your messy folds apart, all of the men watching as your little hole twitches. "it goes right through the hood of your sweet little clit, doesn't it baby?"

"and that means," ransom chimes in from behind as he reaches down into your low-cut top, gently collecting your tits in his hands and squeezing at them, "that every time it moves, it rubs right up against your poor little button. isn't that right, pretty girl?"

you manage to give a shaky nod, a small whimper rising in your throat as the men all close in to finally start giving you the relief you so desperately need. there's no fumbling or hesitation, each of them settling in on their own task to contribute to the system of pleasure

steve brings two huge fingers to line up right at your opening, swirling the tips around briefly in your pool of slick before steadily pushing in. "okay sweetheart, let's get this pretty little pussy nice and filled up"

ransom continues up at your chest, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your pebbled nipples. "there you go, doll face. just relax," he's encouraging as your back arches lightly, making you sink a bit down further into the couch

andy drags some of your plentiful wetness down, carefully teasing the tip of a single digit over your puckered rosebud. he chuckles when you let out a startled whine, his voice low and soothing in tone as he croons, "easy, baby. i'll be gentle, i promise"

and ari seems maybe the most pleased of them all as he begins tapping and tugging gently at the small gold ring settled so perfectly against your now hardened clit. the feeling of the metal bumping and moving against your throbbing button is already more than enough to make you squirm, ari's patient gaze settled on you as he murmurs, "look at that, so responsive, just like always. does that feel good, baby doll? here, i wonder if we just-"

the others continue masturbating you in their various ways as the man before you pulls up on the ring, forcing the hood of your clit back to reveal your swollen little nub. "there it is," ari breathes happily as he steals some of your slick, bringing his thumb up to begin swiping repeatedly over your exposed bundle of nerves as his other hand keeps its hood retracted with the ring

"oh-... o-oh..." you're immediately stumbling over your words, your breaths shuddering as your clit burns brutally beneath ari's quickening pace

"think someone likes that," steve's chuckling beside you as he stretches you out on his fingers, curling them upward to stroke against your weak spot

andy's gathered more of your arousal to coat his pointer finger as he gently begins easing it up into your tight little ass, his eyes shining with pride as you weakly take the intrusion, "yeah? you like that, baby girl? that's it, honey. you're being so good for us"

"let's see if we can make this pretty little girl come for us," ari speaks to the others as your tummy quivers, your little legs shaking on either side of you as the stimulation becomes more and more overwhelming. but as soon as your knees begin trying to close, steve and andy are holding them open, giving you no choice but to lay there against the hot leather and let the men bring you to orgasm

"remember to ask permission, baby," ransom's reminding you as his head leans down next to your ear. the hands all over your body continue, but everyone glances over in lloyd's general direction as he sits just across the coffee table on the opposite couch, watching intently with a hand placed at his chin. one of his big rules for shared play time is that you always get his permission to come

"p-please daddy," your little voice comes out begging as both your holes are fucked forcefully now with large, slippery fingers, your nipples being rolled and rubbed as your clit is flicked in rapid succession. "please, c-can i-... can i-i come?"

lloyd scoots forward a bit, giving a simple nod as he lowers his hand from his face. "go ahead, princess. being so good for daddy's friends, you can come. you've earned it, baby"

as soon as you're allowed, you let go, your orgasm washing over you with impressive force. being the first climax you've had in months, it's quite the sight to be seen

all the praise coming from the men surrounding you blurs together as your holes contract around the fingers still pumping inside you: "oh- there it is" "good, very good, little one" "look at that, coming so hard for us" "keep going, baby. keep coming, that's it" "poor little girl, needed it so bad, huh?" "so cute when she comes, isn't she? such a precious girl"

when the waves of pleasure are finally dying down, their cheers turn to softer, soothing words as their hands still against you: "did so good for us, pretty girl. we're so proud of you" "that feel good, angel? seemed like a pretty big one" "you're okay, sweetheart. here, let's get your daddy over here" “no little one, don’t move. we’ll take care of the mess; you just hang tight”

everything feels like you’re experiencing it through a haze as lloyd comes over with the supplies needed for aftercare. you’re cleaned up and put in a comfy pair of fresh panties, your dress being repositioned on you to cover you up. someone wraps you in a blanket, and soon you’re safe and content in your daddy’s arms

the men all spend the rest of the night doting on you, helping keep you in a tiny headspace where you feel so safe and cared for. you get all the snuggles, tummy rubs, hair strokes, nose and cheek kisses, and gentle loving words you could ever want from each of your daddy’s wonderful friends

wow holy cow i got carried away with this 😮‍💨 all of them at once is so much but like,, , the i need that kind of so much 😔🙏

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noblefemme · 2 months

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plug!ellie.w x nerdy!reader

cw: mentions of drugs, suggestive content

a/n: "i'd rather play dead at a necrophilia convention!!" - Franz Kafka

"man... i've been studying since last week, and i still can't seem to wrap my head around this!" your friend groans, frustration evident as she flips through the pages of the workbook. "yeah, same..." you sigh, nervously nibbling on your nails. your friend gently slaps your hand away from your mouth. you've always had this habit of biting your nails when stressed, and she knows how bad it can get. "listen, you'll be fine. you've never failed an exam in your life," she reassures you, her thumb tracing soothing circles on your hand. "i'm just scared... i might lose my scholarship if i fail this exam," you mumble, your eyes fixated on your nails that you're just dying to bite. your friend sighs, grabbing your purse and handing it to you. "go wash up, okay? i'll be here."

you nod softly, offering your friend a small smile before walking out of the classroom. as you step into the bathroom, the atmosphere feels heavy with the scent of weed and desinfectant. "man, this place fucking stinks..." you mutter to yourself, setting your purse down on the counter and turning on the faucet. "it's 15 a bean, princess. but for a pretty girl like you, i'll make it an even 12. what'cha think, gorgeous?" you hear a familiar voice in one of the stalls, and for a second, you consider buying some drugs to calm yourself down.

your thoughts are interrupted when a girl in a skimpy skirt comes out of the stall. instinctively, your gaze shifts toward her, and she shoots you a nasty glare. "what's your problem?" she snaps, arms defensively crossed over her waist. "nothing, geez." you reply, quickly averting your eyes and reaching for some paper towels to dry your hands. her scoff cuts through the air, accompanied by a muttered insult as she exits the bathroom.

could that have been your last straw? who knows, but one thing was certain: you wouldn't be able to make it through the rest of the day sober. determined, you snatch your purse and march toward one of the stalls. you knock twice. "occupied." comes the unamused reply from the other side. "i've got money." the words escaping your lips with a mix of desperation and urgency. "now you're talking." you can hear the grin in the girl's voice. you take a step back when you hear the sound of the door unlocking.

the door swings open, revealing an auburn-haired girl with freckles sprinkled across her face. her expression twists into one of confusion as she locks eyes with you, her emerald gaze scanning your features. "damn, you're popping pills now?" she chuckles in disbelief, leaning casually against the doorframe. "do i... know you?" you inquire, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "i'm ellie. ellie williams." she introduces herself, arching an eyebrow at your blank stare. "we used to be in the same english class. miss taylor's class... remember? fuck, nevermind. what'dya need?"

you swallow nervously, your mind racing as you try to remember what you came in here for. "uh... just gimme whatever you've got," you reply with a shrug, attempting to appear nonchalant. ellie bursts into laughter. "whatever i've got, huh? come on in here and lock the door," she says, motioning you into the stall as she digs into her backpack. following her lead, you step in and click the lock shut behind you. your eyes linger on her back as you wait, captivated by the way her muscles move under her clothes.

she turns to face you, a handful of tiny ziploc bags with different substances in her hands. "so, i've got percs, xan, addys... whatever floats your boat." she mumbles, her tone resigned. "just give me something that'll help me forget about this stupid exam for the rest of the day." you sigh out, the frustration in your voice palpable. you watch as she digs for something in her back pocket. "here, it's on me." she says, handing you a cigarette. you stare at her like she'd just slapped you in the face, "if i wanted a cig i wouldn't have came to y-" you begin to protest. "i know" she interrupts, her tone softer now. "but if i gave you any drugs you would've nodded off during your exam. you're just stressed, alright?"

you feel like you're about to cry. you know she's right, you know she's just looking out for you, but you really need something to distract yourself until you have to take your exam. with a frustrated groan, you throw your head back in exasperation. ellie can't help but chuckle at your mini tantrum, a hint of amusement in her eyes. she calmly lowers the toilet lid, taking a seat on it. "how long until your exam?" she asks, her voice calm and soothing. you huff, glancing at your wristwatch. "about 40 minutes..."

"40 minutes..." she murmurs to herself, a plan forming in her mind. before you can even process what's happening, she grabs your hips and pulls you onto her lap. "ellie!" you squeal, "what the fuck are you doing?!" you blurt out. but then she looks at you, those big, emerald eyes searching yours for trust. "do you trust me?" she asks, her tone serious yet comforting. your breath catches in your throat, what the fuck is she planning? can you really trust her with these precious minutes before your exam? after a moment of hesitation, you nod slowly. "then give me these 40 minutes to help you forget about your damn exam.."

serious a/n: hellooooo sorry for being so inactive lately :p i missed you guys a looot send me messages i wanna know how u guys r doing!!!

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eddie-van-munson · 2 years

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Prom Queen (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Requested by @katamcauley

Summary: Eddie and the Reader have been secretly together since Jason forced them into "Seven Minutes in Heaven" as a prank, but now, as Eddie watches Jason and his goons flirt with you, he finds himself not caring who knows you're his.

Warnings: Bullying, Cursing, Spicy Kissing, Sexual Themes, Drug Use (Weed), Mentions of Blood, Sexual Harassment (Nothing Graphic), and Violence (Series Typical).

(I will get a "Read More" cut on this ASAP. I am slowly knocking out requests! Thanks for your patience. Requests are OPEN. Send an ask or comment below to be added to the tag list. I've been thinking of doing full on Seven Minutes/Truth or Dare/Spin the Bottle hcs, so let me know if that's something you want)

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"Jason, stop!" You groaned, trying to keep your feet planted, but the muscley blonde and his laughing friends were easily able to move you.

"Nah, babe. If you like trailer trash so much why don't you spend seven minutes in heaven with it?"

You knew you should've stayed out of it.

But you'd heard his stupid voice all the way from where you were sitting with the cheer squad, that afternoon. And god, it was Max Mayfield, of all people. Jason had been friends with her brother. They were on the same basketball team the year before, and it seemed he was keeping Billy's traditions alive. Patrick yanked her backpack from her arm and rifled through it as Jason grabbed her headphones.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" She spat as they dumped her bag, papers flying every which way.

"Nothing personal." Jason said coolly, putting on her headphones and studying her Walkman. "We just have to be safe with you trailer park kids. You know how they are. One moment you think everything's fine..." He pulled the tape from the Walkman, tossing it haphazardly to the ground. "And the next? Well they're starting riots and cults! Bringing weapons to school! Stealing from classrooms! Other students, even!" He gave her a sticky sweet smile, "We wouldn't want that."

Max rolled her eyes at his implication, groaning as he crushed the cassette beneath his heel. Patrick tossed her bag to the side, tucking anything he'd found of interest into the pockets of his varsity jacket.

"Just doing our routine checks, freak."

You stood as soon as they were gone, running to help her with her things. "Are you ok? Did they hurt you?"

"No." She groaned, picking at the pieces of her mangled cassette. She cursed under her breath.

"Shit, what happened?"

You looked up to find a brown eyed boy staring back at you, his shaggy dark curls sticking every which way.

"Jason." Max muttered under her breath.

He cursed under his breath and dropped his bag, helping you gather the papers. He paused when he saw Max scooping up the pieces of the crushed cassette.

He sighed, "Who's our casualty?"

Max's head hung a little, running her thumb over a piece of the long tape, pitifully, "Kate Bush."

He gave a sad smile before sitting up and puffing out his chest. He pulled off the bandana he had tied around his forehead, holding it to his heart. "Long live the honorable Kate Bush. Our fallen soldier."

Max fought a smile at his dramatic speech, and he laughed, giving her shoulder a playful shove when he caught her grinning. "Go on, then. Give her a proper burial."

You tapped the papers on the ground to stack them evenly in your hands as Max ran off to toss the broken tape. You stood, and the brown eyed boy passed you Max's backpack with a bright smile. You couldn't help but smile back, blushing a little.

"You'll have to excuse me, Princess. Don't meet Hawkins royalty often." You giggled, rolling your eyes. He held a hand out to you, "I'm Eddie."

You took the handshake, laughing softly at the formality. "Y/N."

"Oh, I know who you are." He's got mischief in his eyes as he looks at you.

You quirked a brow, "Yeah?"

"Oh hell yeah. Everyone knows you, Prom Queen." You blushed at his nickname. "Didn't expect you to be such a sweetheart, though."

You shuffled your feet at bit, eyes scanning the floor shyly. "Why not?"

"It's just the crowd you hang around is all." He reassured. "Didn't peg you as one to be saving lost sheep."

A friend called your name from the cheer table, and you heard giggles and whispers. They were hard to make out, but the word "freak" was unmistakable. You shot them a dirty look, your expression melting into sympathy as you turned back to Eddie.

He rolled his eyes, shrugging, and gave you a knowing smile. "I'll see you around, L/N."

You watched him walk away, giving Max her bag and mussing her hair before jogging over to Hellfire.

Jason, obviously, had found out about the interaction.

He held your face, now, as he patronized you. "My girl wants to be friends with the freaks, huh? Fine by me, baby. I'll let you get real acquainted with one another."

You groaned, rolling your eyes "Christ, Jason. I'm not your girl. Leave me the hell alone."

You thrashed your arms and kicked, but it was no use. Jason shoved the door open and threw you inside, slamming it again.

You landed on your ass in Jason's bedroom, staring up at a bewildered Eddie Munson.

"Jesus, are you ok?" He knelt beside you, giving you his arm to help you up.

Your legs were shakey, but in an odd way, the sight of him relaxed you a little. "W-What are you doing here?"

He clutched his chest. "What, you assume I wasn't invited? I'm wounded, Princess."

You rolled your eyes as he sat with you on the bed.

"I thought I was dealing for the party." He sighed. "But then when I got here they shoved me in here and locked the door." He laughed humorously, "I gotta say, I can't tell you how fucking relieved I am to see you. Thought they were gonna beat the shit out of me and hide my body or something. "

You sighed, "Well hopefully Seven Minutes in Heaven beats that."

He crawled further up onto the mattress, crossing his legs lazily and propping his arms behind his head. "You know, I always thought Jason hated me, but now, he's going around locking me in rooms with pretty girls. I guess he's warming up to me." You snorted, his friendliness relaxing you, and your eyes fell to the floor shyly. He stared at you warmly, "I suppose he's more using me as the punishment this time though, huh? Spend some time with the freak and if you make it out alive, you can sit at the popular table?"

Your heart sank. He seemed so exasperatedly resigned to it all. As if it were just another Tuesday.

"I don't think it's a punishment." You countered his deprecating words, crossing your arms.

He gave a lazy smile, chewing on his necklace passively, "No?"

You shook your head with a smile, peering at him over your shoulder.

"He really is a meathead, you know." You tested the waters carefully, holding his gaze. "He locks me in a room with a pretty boy and expects me to be upset about it? Ridiculous."

Eddie froze, a shit eating grin tugging at his pretty lips. "You're flirting with me."

You smirked, blushing. "You started it."

"Maybe," He crawled closer, sitting behind you on the bed with your body turned to face him, "But you liked it enough to keep it going."

The air was thick with tension now. He was close enough for you to see the faint spattering of freckles on his nose. A tiny scar at his temple. "How much time do we have left?"

He grinned, "Why do you ask? You got somewhere to be?"

"I'd just rather not have Jason Carver walk in on me jumping your bones."

"Oh, is that what you're gonna do?" He chuckled when you blushed, a hand coming up to hold your chin. "I've gotta disagree with you there. I think that's an ideal senario, really."

You laughed so sweetly he couldn't help but grin.

"You didn't have anything to drink, did you?" His voice is soft, nose nudged against yours. It felt like electricity in your veins as his lips teasingly grazed your own. You shook your head no. "Good."

When he kissed you it was like liquid warmth spreading through you. He tasted sweet and tart, like he'd been eating Jolly Ranchers before you happened to dropped in, and he smelled like green apples and good weed. His curls tickled your cheeks ever so slightly as you let his hands slide over your neck to cradle your face against his. You moaned softly, your tongue grazing his, and he cursed against you. He was needy and messy, nipping and sucking at your lips when you laced your fingers in his hair and tugged gently. He made a delicious sound at that, reaching blindly for your thighs and pulling you up into his lap. He held you, his hands drifting beneath your shirt to rub your back. You whined his name breathlessly.

"Fuck, Hey..." He hummed against you , your breath was shakey when he as he pulls back to look at you. He was gorgeous...all kiss bitten and smiley.

"Now, as eager as I am for you to jump my bones, tiger..." He pecked your lips again, chastely, as if he couldn't help it. "I think you 'ought to let me take you home first."

You frowned, "Home?"

He grinned, giving your thighs a little pat with one last kiss, signaling for you to stand. You did, though relucatantly, and Eddie wandered over to the window.

"Like you said..." He smiled at you, easily pulling up on the frame and opening the window. "Meathead."

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It had been Eddie's idea to keep it a secret. If it had been up to you, you would have been making out with him in the halls like every other god forsaken couple at Hawkins High.

You'd wanted to sit with him at lunch. Watch Hellfire do their thing. Go see his band play. And while this made Eddie's heart sprout little wings and fly around in his chest, he knew better.

"You...God, you have no idea how much I want that." He whined, burying his face in your neck. You were laid out on his bed with him, sharing a joint as you rambled.

He pressed kisses to the crook of your neck and you squirmed when they tickled, grinning at him, "Then let me come, stupid." You mussed his curls playfully and he gave a croaky laugh.

"You know you I can't do that, Prom Queen."

You rolled your eyes, blowing smoke up towards the roof of the trailer. "Why not?"

"Babe." He held your chin as you looked up at him, "He heard a rumor that you had a single conversation with me and he shoved you on your ass and locked you in a room with a stranger." You frowned, knowing deep down he was right. "God, you have know idea how much I want to show you off. Kiss you whenever I want. Especially when you're walking around in that little cheer skirt. Like, holy fuck, are you trying to kill me?"

You laughed, rolling your eyes.

"But I'm not going to let those assholes make your life hell because of me. Trust me. I'm not worth it."

"Fuck off." You whined at his self-deprecating words. "You're worth everything."

He smiled, crooning down to graze your lips, "Everything huh?"

"More than everything. Everything and then even more on top of that. Have you ever seen Carrie?"

He nodded, looking amused, and laid the burnt end of the joint in an ashtray.

"That's the kind of shit I'd put up with for you."

He laughed loudly, "Aw babe...I can't believe you'd become a blood thirsty telekinetic monster for me." He clutches his heart in faux sentiment.

"Any day, Munson."

His arms wrapped around your waist and he sighed, rolling onto his back so you were laying atop him. "Well as much as I appreciate the offer..." he combed his fingers through your hair, and you nearly purred. "I'm not letting anyone give my Prom Queen a pig's blood bath."

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Mike had been rambling about El for nearly fourty five minutes, now. He'd just gotten a new letter from her and he was over the moon, relaying to the group all of her stories about Jonathan and Will and Rink-o-Mania, Lucas and Dustin interjecting every so often to gush over Suzie and Max. Eddie was trying to listen. He really was. But his eyes kept getting lost in the thick rule book he'd propped up in front of his throne. He sighed softly, picking up one of his tiny silver figures to toy with it while the boys talked.

"Are we gonna play?" He finally groaned, his leg swung over the arm of his throne lazily. "You guys have been rambling like idiots in love for a half hour."

"Aw, are you jealous, Munson?" Mike teased with faux sympathy. "Don't worry, buddy. You'll find someone someday."

"Nah man." Eddie smirked, picking at his fingernails. "I'm off the market. Don't get me wrong, you guys are cute and all. I've just heard so much about these Señoritas that I think I know them better than you do at this point."

Lucas paused, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair. "What do you mean you're off the market?"

"Don't worry Sinclair. There's plenty of me to go around." He spread his arms goofily, grinning.

Dustin looked unimpressed, "You expect us to believe you've got a girl?"

"Not a girl, Henderson. A woman."

Mike rolled his eyes, "He's lying."

Eddie scoffed, "Come on, man. You're allowed to to have a girlfriend that's just casually a superhero, but the moment I have a girlfriend at all? That's when you call bullshit?"

"Who is she?"

Lucas countered, crossing his arms.

Eddie paused, debating if he should tell them. "Y/N L/N."

The table groaned, sending Eddie into a fit of laughter.

"Sureeee."

"Come off it, Eds."

"Whatever man."

Eddie rolled his eyes, crossing his arms behind his head, "When have I ever lied to you guys huh? I don't have to prove myself to you little assholes."

Lucas shook his head. "A girlfriend is one thing, Eddie. A cheerleader girlfriend? That's another. But Y/N L/N? Dude...that's something else entirely."

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You gasped, throwing your elbows and struggling when someone came up behind you and wrapped their arms around your waist in the empty hallway. Your hallpass fluttered to the ground. "Get your hands off of me, assho-"

Their arms loosened, "Oh come on, angel, I know I'm no Prince Charming, but I thought you liked me better than that."

You froze, immediately turning and throwing your arms around the curly haired, brown eyed boy in front of you. "Eds..."

He held your waist with one arm, rubbing your back with the other. "Hey, I've got you. I didn't mean to scare you, baby. Is something going on?" His brow furrowed with concern, cradling your face.

You buried your face in his chest, voice muffled. "I'm sorry." You fought to catch your breath, hands shaking with adrenaline. "Jason and some other idiots from the basketball team. They always flirt, but they've been...touchy, today." You swallowed thickly. "They've been following me around like dogs."

"Hold up, touchy? They put their hands on you?" Anger flashed in his eyes as he looked you over, protectively. "They've pulled shit like that? Running up and grabbing you?"

"They've only held me like that once," You croak. "Normally they just push me back up against the lockers."

Eddie's face hardened, his jaw clenching. His lip trembled, and you could tell he was hiding rage just beneath the surface. He nodded, pulling you close to hug you against his chest. He kissed your forehead. "If this happens again, you tell me. You come tell me right away, ok? You did the right thing. If they put hands on you like that again I want you to do exactly what you did just a minute ago. Just swing your arms and kick like hell alright?"

You nodded, looking up and him, and he pecked your lips, mussing your hair. "I'm not gonna let them touch you again, ok?"

Again, you nodded, and hugged him tightly, enjoying the familiar smell and feel of him again before you heard a door open down the hall, and you jumped apart.

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"What's wrong, Eds? Things getting rocky with the ole imaginary girlfriend?" Mike sat his tray down beside Eddie, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Jason Carver's table. The more he thought about it, the more anger he felt.

Sure, Jason had always had some sort of sick fascination with you, but if this was happening to you, it was happening to other girls too.

Eddie's stomach churned.

His gaze immediately turned to you when he saw you walking back to the cheer table with your lunch, sitting beside Chrissy Cunningham.

He felt a little twinge of relief, seeing you snug in between two of your friends at the table. He took a few bites of his food, trying to pay attention to what his friends were debating about this time.

His muscles tightened when he saw you stand from the table, presumably, to throw away your trash and return your lunch tray. Jason stood with his tray as well, closely followed by two of his goons. Eddie's jaw clenched, and he quickly turned to watch the scene more closely.

"What's he riled up about, this time?" Gareth muttered. The other boys laughed, taking teasing jabs, but Eddie didn't process a word of it at this point.

He watched Jason like a hawk as the blonde muttered something to his friends, pointing over at you. Eddie shot up from the lunch table.

You'd just put your tray down when you felt someone come up behind you, grabbing your waist. You gasped, feeling Patricks hot breath on your neck. "Why don't we go find a spot under the bleachers and you can show my friends and I what you wear under that pretty uniform?"

You struggled, just like Eddie told you, but Patrick shoved you foward into Andy's chest.

Eddie sprinted across the room, elbowing through the crowds as panic bubbled in his stomach. "Hey!"

You took a step back, but Andy's hands were already grabbing your hips. You shoved your fists against his chest. "Aw, Don't be like that. It won't do any good. I like it when girls play hard to g-"

A fist found Andy's jaw, and he fell backwards, pulling you down with him. Eddie gathered you quickly from the floor up into his arms, his eyes looking you up and down for any sign that they'd hurt you. "You okay?"

You nodded, tears in your eyes, and Eddie held you close, letting you cling to his chest as Andy stood up again, looking pissed.

"What the hell is wrong with you, you freak?" He spat, nose starting to bleed.

"What's wrong with me? You're the one feeling up my girlfriend in the middle of the goddamn lunch room!"

The room seemed to freeze, laughter breaking out slowly across the tables. Hellfire was on its feet, every single member watching with their jaw dropped.

"Girlfriend..." Jason scoffed, wandering over. "You really are nuts aren't you?"

Eddie swallowed thickly. You could feel him trembling. "I'm going to tell you this one time, Carver. So, you better get it through your thick fucking skull."

The room went quiet again. Jason crossed his arms over his chest, looking amused.

"If I see you lay a goddamn finger on another girl in this school, I will personally beat in every pearly little tooth in your fucking mouth."

There was a long silence. You'd never heard Eddie's voice so dark.

"You understand me?" His breathing was heavy with anger.

Jason rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Jesus, Y/N. Tell this freak you're not his. I think he's been playing pretend a little too much with his boyfriends. It seems to have gotten to his head."

There was a long silence. Eddie wasn't sure what you would do. In a way, he would understand if you did tell him to fuck off. The whole damn school was watching, now.

Trembling, you took Eddie's chin, turning him to look at you. His eyelashes fluttered, giving you silent permission, and you pulled him down into a sweet, comforting, long overdue kiss.

The silence dissipated into shocked murmurs, and Jason watched in horrified confusion as Eddie pecked your lips one last time before turning to look at him.

"Like I said...Hands off."

He slid his arm around your waist, squeezing your hand comfortingly as he walked you over to the Hellfire table. The boys were silent, staring at the two of you like you had three heads.

"Boys, I'd like you to meet Lady L/N...Newest member of the Hellfire Club."

Dustin stared, jaw still slack with amazement. "Eddie..."

Eddie's brow raised expectantly.

"That was...so fucking metal, dude."

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boba-beom · 10 months

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trapped in your game | CHOI YEONJUN NSFW

pairing: bestfriend!yeonjun x fem!reader | genre: oneshot; fluff, smut. best friends to ?? | wc: 1.6 k | warnings: hair tugging, a lot of praises, pet names (, baby, princess, sweetheart, cutie), bsf!yeonjun's just so sweet :(( , physical affection, oral (m receiving), yj a lil rough with it, cum swallowing, smut with plot, not proof read, lmk if I've missed any. | a/n: so I wanna thank @junniieesbby for elongating this idea with me hehe, testing waters out since it's been a while but enjoy <3 this is my comeback guys >:) it's also 5am, so I'm sorry HAHAHA

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

continue under the cut ❤︎

no matter how many times you turn around and rant to your best friend, yeonjun, he's there laying on your bed with his upper body hanging off of the edge and his phone in his hands.

“yeonjun…” you whine, pouting as you ask him, “were you even listening?” you exaggerate a deep huff of disappointment and that catches his attention.

rushing to turn his phone off and throwing it somewhere on your bed amongst your plushies, he lays on his front and reaches his arm out to caress the top of your head.

“okay, okay. I’m listening, what were you saying?” he tilts his head slightly and he mirrors your pout.

“I was saying, I think I’m linking up with this guy next week but I don’t… um...” you trail off, lightly chewing on your bottom lip thinking if you sound dumb worrying about this.

“but you don’t what? you know you can tell me, right?” he’s still caressing the top of your head ever so gently. yeonjun tends to have that aura about him. and it’s been like that for years. it’s not that you were embarrassed to tell him, he never belittles you about these things, or anything in general, but you also didn’t want him to think you were being silly about this.

“I don’t know if I’m good enough at giving head, jjun.” your light whine switched him up in some way.

you always wondered if he’s ever thought of you like that, and the answer is yes. but he knows his priorities as your best friend is that he’s always there for you no matter what. helping you in whatever it is. even when it comes to this.

“but you’ve given head before though?” he sits up, his feet now flat on the ground by your knees. you nod subtly, watching the way the little bulb lights up above his head.

“hmm..” he exaggerates a thinking face, bottom lip protruding before the corners of his lips turn upwards. “show me what you’ve got.”

you know how to kiss. that’s because yeonjun taught you. you know how to turn guys on. that’s because yeonjun taught you. but you’ve managed to give head and have your previous partners and flings come from that, and yeonjun hadn’t taught you. what if he teaches you now? will that make you better at doing it?

“yn? sweetheart, what’s going on in that cute 'lil head of yours?” he leans forward to grab ahold of your hand, which surprisingly lays limp in his palms. “I’ll talk you through it if you want.”

“I can try-“

he shakes his head, cupping the side of your face and his thumb stroking your cheek and slowly lowering to glide across your bottom lip. “Give me your all, c’mon.”

“thanks jjun.” you shoot up an innocent smile, the one that makes his knees weak even when he's sitting down.

you shuffle onto your knees, situating yourself between yeonjun's thighs while your fingers began to skim over the material of his sweatpants. yeonjun, on the other hand, was anticipating the act, leaning back on his elbows to observing you from that angle. he knows how good you are and how good you can be, of course he does because he's taught you these things.

as you watch your best friend look back at you with his sultry eyes, you catch the way he bites down on his bottom lip as your fingers trail closer towards his half hard dick.

"oh, so this is how you tease your flings huh?" his voice was lower than usual, but nothing you've never heard before.

"just find it a little fun when they squirm. you're good at not doing that though jjunie." you finally apply pressure onto his growing dick, stroking him through his sweats and picking up the pace until you see him fighting to throw his head back, but resorting to heavy, shaky breaths.

a hum leaves your mouth when you see yeonjun get harder under your touch, but it doesn't take much longer until you're hooking your fingers under the band of both his sweats and boxers.

your chest heaves a little, it's not the first time you've seen yeonjun's dick, the last time being when you caught him masturbating in his room with his door unlocked and he was wearing headphones. but he had a pretty dick for sure. his girth was a good size, the length wasn't too intimidating but deep inside you were excited. the head had already started to leak clear droplets, veins just beginning to raise to the surface as you wrap your soft hand around his shaft by the base.

he hisses from the pressure you apply, letting out his sigh that he had been holding in for a hot second. you're in awe, never had you touched yeonjun like this before, but to see him react this way just from your simple touches were starting to affect the dampness between your thighs.

"yeonjun, you know, you have a pretty dick." you tell him sweetly.

"thank you kitten— oh my god." he doesn't hold back the small moan in his throat after you had just licked him from the base to the tip with your lips lighting sucking on the head, letting the salty droplets spread across your tongue.

you smile at him once again, observing the way his mouth slacks open and how his pretty, pillowy lips are the same colour as his soft tip. that's something you'll unintentionally engrave in your brain for every time you glance at his lips.

"so.. so.. pretty.." you kiss around his shaft randomly betwen your words, and he responds with his hand in your hair, and lightly tugging it.

"get to it cutie, I wanna know how good you are." he loosens his grip, letting you take more of him into your mouth until he's almost prodding the back of your throat and pulling him out again.

a guttural groan leaves his throat as you repeat the same action a couple more times before you gag from how far in you're taking him. you're usually pretty good at not gagging, even using the squeezing-your-thumb-extremely-tight trick to prevent that, but it still happened.

"hey, hey." yeonjun sat up in urgency, but mentally kicking himself for twitching from the fact tears started to well up. "I'm sure you wanna do good for him, right? now breathe through your nose, your throat's gonna be occupied."

you nod, really listening to his words and you do exactly what he tells you. taking in a couple of deep and steady breaths you wrap your mouth around him again, bobbing your head and inching further until he hits the back of your throat without you gagging.

"oh shit," he gasps, "just like that, princess, just like that."

both of his hands make their way to your hair, gathering them as best as he could into a makeshift ponytail. the suction you have going on was starting to make him feel light headed, twitching in your hold. he couldn't refrain, but you were doing too good. with your hair now in a tight ponytail in one fist, he pushes your head down more until he hears you gag.

an airy chuckle leaves his lips as he moans out your name and other profanities, boosting your ego to keep going. you know he's close when you watch his lower abdomen starting to twitch from under his black hoodie.

"keep going baby, I'm so close. god, you're so good." his heaven sent whines were shooting straight to your core, and you just knew your panties were soaked through from the discomfort against your core.

you let out a strong hum whilst continuing to bob your head, moving your wrist to push him over the edge. your other hand caresses his thigh while his hand is wrapped around your wrist. tight. a few more delicious moans leave your best friends mouth, throwing his head back as he bucks his hips up, close to chasing his high.

"yn, ugh, baby I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum." his hold around your wrist tightens as the band in his stomach snaps, feeling the way his cock twitches against your tongue.

you suck on his tip, swirling your wet muscle around it a few times until you taste his cum on your tongue. you let out a surprised moan from the way his load was shooting into your mouth, some even beginning to trickle down the back of your throat.

"ah shit, yn." he chuckles with a hand lazily covering his face. "you're so hot, what the fuck."

you giggle as you lean back on your knees, looking up at him and opening your mouth to show him his load under and around your tongue.

"filthy too, good god." he collects the cum threatening to drip from the corners of your lips as he waits for you to swallow it all and lick the rest from his thumb.

"so was that alright?" you lean your arms across his knees and rest your chin on the back of your hands.

"alright? you did so good baby." he caresses your head again, noticing the way you're refraining from smiling so hard.

"jjun?" you ask, almost a whisper. your fingers tracing invisible shapes across his thighs. he responds with a light hum. "I kind of don't want to see that guy anymore."

"what are you saying?" yeonjun raises an intriguing brow.

"I kinda just want you." there it is again, that precious smile that yeonjun loves to see.

again, he reaches out for you and leads you onto his lap, hovering you over his spent dick. your hands rest on his shoulders, stabilising yourself as he brings his middle and ring finger to stroke up against your clothed slit and rubbing light circles on your clit.

"well, I'm all yours."

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selineram3421 · 5 months

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*has a little idea* I've gotta listen to brain commands.

First Day

Alastor and Child Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ implied murder, mention of kidnapping, mention of heart attack, shake of head=no, fake crying lol, italic red=Alastor's thoughts ⚠

Alastor didn't understand why some demons worried over the little children that ran amuck in Hell.

That is until he adopted one himself.

Small, wide eyed, and frail looking. Of course he'd worry after a glance. But after seeing the pile of dead bodies beneath their feet, it seemed like there wasn't too much to worry about.

So all he had to do was teach them how to make others fear them. Especially after the whole kidnapping fiasco with Valentino.

And what better timing than their first day of school.

You were playing around in the hotel.

Most of it was following Husk around and scaring the other hotel guests. But then Charlie told Alastor the number of complaints from guests about you and your pranks.

"They are absolutely harmless! What's a little scare going to do?", the deer demon said.

"Someone had a heart attack.", Vaggie piped in.

"Nuh-uh!", you popped up out of nowhere, making the two females jump in surprise. "That frog demon croaked! He's just mad that I made him make a funny sound."

The blonde sighs before holding out a flyer to the red dressed demon.

"Look, I know you're just having fun but not all demons think its funny.", she tells you before looking at Alastor. "There's a school for demon children not too far from the hotel, maybe they can meet demons their age and make friends?"

After dinner you and Alastor sat down on the couch in the hotel room and read through the flyer.

"I don't want to go.", you pouted.

"Don't worry my little terror, we'll think of something.", he booped your nose. "Perhaps we can use this as training!"

"Training?", you repeated.

"Yes! We'll use this as an opportunity!", Alastor said as he stood from the couch, turning to hold out a hand for you to take. "Come little one, there's much I have to teach you."

"Remember what I taught you little one!", Alastor says, fixing their coat. "Anything can be a weapon..."

"With enough force and creativity!", they said confidently.

"Correct!", his smile brightened. "Now, let's go show the ladies that you are a proper demon with manners so they feel bad for sending you out. Remember to look sad."

"Hmhmm!", the nod again before taking a deep breath, putting on their sad face and looking down at the floor.

"Perfect.", he approved before leading them by the hand down to the lobby.

Both of the girls were waiting by the entrance doors to say their goodbyes to the little demon.

"We are ready!", Alastor announces.

"Hey! We got them a-", Charlie starts before noticing the little demon's sad face. "..lunch box."

Vaggie squints at them but doesn't say anything.

Though the Radio Demon can see that his little one's sad face is affecting her as well, the moth demon clenching her fists.

"Now, what do we say mon petit?", the deer demon pats their back.

"I'm..", they say but don't look up yet. "I'm sorry for being bad and I'll go to school so..", finally they look up at the girls with little tears starting to well up. "Please don't be mad anymore."

Charlie is obviously affected the most and looks over at her partner, receiving a shake of the head from the white haired demon in response.

The princess takes a breath before handing over the lunch box to the little demon. "Its only for a little bit, alright?"

"Ok..", they say, still keeping up with the act before turning to face him. "Bye Alastor."

"It won't be for long, don't worry.", he 'reassures' them. "I'll pick you up when school is out."

They nod before hugging his side.

He pats them on the head before waving them goodbye as they walk out of the hotel and to the school bus.

Bidding the ladies adieu, Alastor lets his smile widen after turning away from the two, wondering how his little demon will cause chaos.

I can't wait to hear all about it~

*wipes away tears after typing out the fake crying* I was that child huh.

~Seline, the person.

Part 2

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lil13 · 1 year

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BEST FRIENDS - j. champion

You and Jack met on the set of Avatar when you were 12. Now 19, you lived in apartments across from each other in LA. You're both navigating life as young adults and wondering how the other fits into that.

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You were seated on the couch of your apartment in Los Angeles watching one of your favorite movies.

Now, finally 19, your mother had trusted you enough to move out to California on your own. Well, sort of.

The agreement was that you could only move across the country if your best friend since you were 12 — Jack Champion — made the move as well. His apartment was across the hall from yours. Both sets of parents wanted easy accessibility to each other for the both of you. So, when they found an apartment building with 2 vacant apartments across the hall, they knew it was meant to be.

You'd met Jack on the set of Avatar: the Way of Water. It was both of your first ever big screen role and you happened to be the two actors closest in age to each other. The boy less than a month older than you.

Your characters played alongside each other, both the only humans born on Pandora, so over the course of filming you'd spent nearly every day together. Because of this, you'd become best friends.

Now, nearly 6 years later, and Jack was seated next to you in your apartment. You would never have thought that your life would end up this way.

Jack shifted next to you, his sudden movement catching your attention. "I might head back to my apartment soon, i've got dinner plans with Jamie tonight and my bed is calling my name for a nap." A faint laugh fell from his lips.

Your own parted, looking at him with the saddest eyes. "Why can't you take a nap here?"

"Because you're wide awake."

"I'm always down to take a nap, you know this, J." you laughed, slightly pushing him.

He caught one of your hands, bringing it up to his mouth to press a kiss to it. "If the princess insists." Jack was giving you the eyes that always drove you crazy.

You'd never tell him that, though.

Jack didn't need to know you'd been harboring a crush on him for the past 2 years. In the break between the end of filming and the premier of your movie, you'd developed feelings for the curly-headed boy.

The two of you had spent nearly every day together, when covid hit, you were separated for months before filming was able to conclude. And in the time after that, when Jack lived in Virginia and you in (your home state), the boy made every effort to come visit you. That, or you'd be on facetime almost every night.

He really put forth the effort to keep your friendship going and that made your heart soar.

You'd devised a plan with Jack to convince your parents to let you both move out on your own. Hence, how you ended up where you were at the moment.

And over time, you'd realized that maybe you had stopped seeing Jack as only your best friend. Maybe there was something more.

"I've got 4 hours before i've got to meet up with Jamie, so if we're gonna nap, let's go." Jack tore you from your thoughts, standing at the entrance to the hallway that lead to your room.

Jack would much rather take a nap in a bed than on the couch, so it wasn't odd that he was halfway to your bedroom by the time you caught up.

The two of you napped together so often that Jack knew how you only slept well when you were on the side of the bed closest to the door, leaving him near the wall. He crawled into the bed, cuddling under the comforter. Cheekily, he smiled up at you with his arms open, knowing you couldn't resist making yourself at home in his arms.

"Set an alarm?" he questioned as you crawled in next to him.

You tapped a couple buttons on your phone before setting it on the side table. "Mhmm." His arms hooked around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

His head tucked in your neck, his hot breath fanning your face. Shivers shot down your spine and you almost lost it. You couldn't help but wonder if he knew what he did to you?

Jack shifted once more, his head tilting before his lips met your cheek. "Love you." he mumbled.

Holy fucking shit.

He kissed your cheek. Your mind was going crazy. "Love you too, J." The two of you told each other how much you loved the other all the time, why did this time feel different?

His arms were still around your waist as you laid there. Your hands fell down to rest on top of his own, loving the feeling of your hands touching. Jack moved his hands, a slight frown flashing on your lips, but instantly disappeared when you felt him slip his fingers between yours.

Did he really want to hold your hands?

You tried to calm your heart and mind of the thoughts running through your head — you'd never fall asleep if you didn't. But the way his thumbs rubbed your knuckles made it extremely hard.

"G'night." Jack mumbled, his hot breath tickling your neck.

Now you were sure you wouldn't fall asleep.

Jack's breathing eventually slowed, clueing you into the fact he'd fallen asleep. You were jealous. He was able to sleep soundly not knowing all that he'd done to you.

Having feelings for Jack felt weird. You'd known him for 6+ years now, and knew that he'd forever be your best friend. But lately, part of you wanted him to be more. It was hard to come to terms with it.

Who knows how much time had passed before you’d given up on sleeping in the position you were in. You let go of Jack’s hands and rolled over to face him, hoping that he’d move in a way to accommodate your new position. Now you were laying with your head on his chest and legs intertwined. Maybe listening to his slow and steady heartbeat would lull you to sleep.

Only, his heartbeat wasn’t slow.

It was fast, very fast.

You furrowed your eyebrows, this didn’t make sense. Wasn’t the heart supposed to be slower when you were asleep?

Your curiosity got the best of you and you propped yourself up, looking up to Jack’s face. He wasn’t asleep anymore, no, he was sleepily looking down at you.

“Did I wake you up?” you mumbled, not wanting to speak too loud.

He shrugged, “Maybe.”

You rested a hand on his chest, his heartbeat prominent under your finger tips. “Why is your heart racing?” You asked yet another question.

Jack’s face flushed red and he avoided eye contact.

Had you done something? Your hand that was over his heart, now holding his cheek. “J, are you ok? Do I need to call a doctor or something?” You were starting to panic.

His heartbeat was never this fast and you were starting to worry at his lack of a response. The thought of him going to the hospital when his family was on the other side of the country made you nervous. You didn’t like it at all.

“Y/N.” Jack’s hand held the one of yours that still rested on his face.

Your eyes found his, in the dim lighting of your bedroom, you still were mesmerized by the dark color of them. “Yeah?”

His other hand slid up your back, successfully giving you chills. Only, the hand didn’t stop. Jack caught the back of your neck, pulling your face down to his.

You took in a sharp breath as his lips connected with yours. Holy shit.

It took you less than a second to kiss back. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

Your mind swirled with thoughts of how long Jack could’ve possibly felt the same way. But also, you were quickly getting lost in the kiss. There were so many feeling surging through your body you didn’t know what to do.

But Jack did.

He pulled your body so you were laying on top of him, your bodies flushed with each other. You were unsure of how far you’d go at the moment, but the fact you were kissing your best friend had you on cloud 9.

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hispg · 5 months

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Between royalty and vows

Pairings: Prince! Leon x Fem! Reader

Summary: A forced marriage, a fate set in stone, nothing could change that.

In the world of royalty, there were no choices, only obligations to fulfill. What you didn't expect was to become engaged to a renowned prince, ready to succeed the lineage.

Until that moment, you still had some hope that everything would work out, maybe it wasn't so bad. But it would be a shame if your future husband had a mistress.

Wouldn't it?

Wc:2.6k

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt/ comfort, cheating, arranged marriage, eventual smut, one-sided love, affairs, (I'll put more once things start to progress).

Prologue | 1 |

An:It took me a little longer to post, sorry! I'm in my week of college exams, the finals are approaching. I'm studying a lot, feeling very tired. Thanks for the sweet messages! I didn't expect to receive so much support! I appreciate it!💕💕💕

Chapter 1: Sunset

As soon as the sun rose, Leon was already awake, it's not as if he'd managed to sleep through the night in any case, he was too anxious for that. That morning you would arrive at the castle, and consequently start living here. It was a big step, certainly, but it was more than necessary, especially as the wedding approached.

He himself couldn't believe that he was getting married in the next few days, it had all happened so quickly that he hadn't even had time to think about it properly. Just like that, his life was turned upside down, a pang in his heart every time he thought about it. Every time he thought that he was being forced to marry a stranger, someone he didn't have a shred of affection for.

All these thoughts disappeared once there was a knock on his door, causing him to push down his sheets and start getting ready for the day.

"Your Highness, your father wants to speak to you." The familiar voice of his butler, Ausdret.

Leon lets out a tired sigh, only muttering a small, "I'll be there."

He knows what his father wants to talk to him about, to reinforce his duty once again, to remind him about the dynasty.

There was no escape, and that was all that was on his mind as he got ready. He took longer than necessary, on purpose, just not to leave his bedroom now.

After he'd finally finished, he went to look in the mirror, just to make sure he was properly dressed and polished, after all it was supposed to be a big day. But his eyes stopped wandering over his face, and hovered on a lipstick mark on the collar of his shirt, enough to bring a small smile to his face, eyes sparkling with the memory of his beloved, his only one.

Knowing he would have to hide it, he took one last look before tucking the collar back into place. Making sure no one else could see.

As soon as he left his room, his butler was waiting for him outside, making several attempts at small talk, which Leon wasn't interested in, though. His mind was far away, as if he had never been here in the first place.

Once he arrived in his father's chamber, he was greeted with a big smile, which was not reciprocated by Leon. Only a small nod came from him.

"So everything's settled?" A small whisper, a question that Leon already knew the answer to.

His father proudly replied, "Yes, I've already arranged everything with Vladimir. You and she are getting married in the next few days." His father speaks, looking at the other man in the room, Duke Vladimir, his father's best friend.

However, Leon didn't seem at all excited about the situation, in fact, he seemed rather upset.

"This will be great, we'll finally be able to expand our business." This sentence came from Leon's father, who was more than happy with the pact.

It was a long-standing interest of the king, of course, who wouldn't want to expand their business with one of the richest royal families?

But on the other hand, Leon had other plans. Plans that were not accepted by his father.

"Cheer up, the girl is a beautiful princess, very kind from what I've seen. I'm sure you'll get on well." Vladimir says, trying to console Leon, but frankly, it only seems to have gotten worse.

"How long do we have to stay in this marriage?" Perhaps he was still hoping it would only be for a short time.

"Indefinitely. They will be the source of our success, especially the princess. We need to collaborate with them, just as they collaborate with us." The king says, somewhat obviously, that he won't be breaking the contract any time soon.

"If you'll excuse me, I'll talk to the other servants. We need to organize the wedding invitations." Vladimir says as he leaves, just after bowing to the two members of royalty in the room.

Silence followed, Leon too upset with his father to speak a single word, while the king was daydreaming.

An ambitious king who would slowly make his reign the most prosperous in history, he couldn't ask for more. This would make everything perfect for Leon to take the throne and make the nation of Italy even prouder.

"I don't know how far your greed will go." A plausible complaint coming from Leon, directly confronting his father.

"I only want what's best for you and, consequently, for my nation." They both knew where this conversation was going, but since they were both hard-headed, they would continue anyway.

"What's best for me? You've arranged a marriage with a stranger and you think that's what's best for me?" By now, Leon's voice had changed considerably.

King Leonardo didn't like arguing, least of all with his own son. However, he would never tolerate his disobedience, never.

"And what would be better for you? Marry a paltry lady? Honestly, you need to think bigger." And the king hit the nail on the head, because that's exactly what Leon was getting at.

Ashley did come from an affluent family, but she wasn't as rich as the British family. Which in this case was yours.

"Don't you dare talk about her like that." Leon was once again affronting his father, which would certainly have serious consequences.

"Listen, if you want to continue your affair with this so-called Ashley, go ahead, I won't stop you. Now don't expect me to let you ruin your own future, too."

The two of them looked at each other not very kindly, especially Leon.

It seemed like he was being generous. What's the point? Living a life on the sly with the woman he loved? It didn't seem fair. It wasn't fair.

"You still have a lot to learn, my son." The king spoke with a certain heavy heart, and at the same time a jaw-dropping arrogance.

But how could Leon calm down? He didn't even know the woman he was going to marry and, even worse, he couldn't commit to the person he loved, Ashley.

But what irritated him even more was the fact that he knew it was all his father's whim.

But even this marriage wouldn't stop the prince from having a relationship with this woman, even if it meant an extramarital affair. And Leon didn't care if that had consequences, not even for his future wife.

"All I ask is that you don't complicate things. I'm still being kind enough to allow you to have these affairs, whether with Ashley or any other woman." That would even sound gentle if he wasn't talking about extramarital affairs.

"... Alright, Father." Once again, Leon swallowed his pride and let it happen. But then again, it's not as if he could do anything against his father's wishes.

Leon stormed out of his father's chamber, strong, heavy footsteps echoing down the so far empty corridor, and he didn't even look back. His mind was in the purest of shambles, fists clenched and an expression that wasn't the friendliest.

As he walked quickly through the corridors, he couldn't help but notice the commotion outside, expensive carriages arriving in the castle courtyard, making room for butlers to work and remove whatever was inside.

He imagined it was the arrangements for the marriage, since it would take place in the next few weeks. So it wasn't anything that caught his attention for long.

However, as soon as he looked up from the mezzanine, he saw the familiar figure, it was you. Wearing a simple blue dress, delicate gloves that covered up to your forearms, and of course, he couldn't forget your soft features.

As soon as you saw him from the hall, you gave him a discreet smile, making him let out the breath he didn't even know he was holding. Even for a brief second, his expression softened, but that didn't make him any less upset by the whole situation.

Queen Sarah spoke to you politely, saying how grateful she was for the courteous company of the princess, who was in fact being awaited by the other residents of the castle, at least most of them.

In fact, the queen felt lonely, since apart from the governesses, she had no other female companion to talk to during the day.

Slowly, Leon descended the grand staircase, stepping onto the red carpet, his steps light and slow, as if he were analyzing what he would do next.

Your eyes met his, and you smiled gently, bowing to him as you should. And he reciprocated, of course.

"Princess." He said, giving a nod to his mother, who politely curtsied to you.

"I'll get your bedroom ready." She says, her voice sweet and calm, as she moves gracefully through the castle.

You felt a shiver run up your spine at the thought that you were about to share a room with him. Since you weren't married yet, you were just going to sleep next to each other, a door that could be opened to connect one room to the other, since couples who hadn't made a commitment weren't supposed to sleep together until they were married.

"You have a beautiful home, prince." You murmur, the sweet smile always on your lips.

He chuckles a little, offering you his arm to hold, "Let me introduce you to the castle itself."

You smile, taking his arm and letting him lead you, obviously he was only doing it out of politeness, but you'd love to spend a little more time with him.

When your covered fingers curled around his arm, you couldn't help but feel the muscles that flexed with every slight movement, without any effort. Just as you couldn't help but notice his eyes every time he looked at you and explained something, the way his voice echoed through the empty corridors.

You walked side by side, your footsteps echoing through the unoccupied hallways, giving off a calm and intimate atmosphere somehow. You noticed the paintings, the properly placed decorations.

Even the curtains matched the carpets, as much as you were used to this sort of thing, it was still breathtaking to see such a sophisticated place.

You felt that despite your enchantment with the prince, you could see his lack of enthusiasm for you, you could see that it sounded more like a duty than anything else.

What did you expect? That it would be a fairy tale? In this life you were leading, the heart didn't always follow the rules of fairy tales.

"Let me take you to the courtyard, it's a nice day." You notice the sigh at the end of the sentence, as well as the distance he kept.

Even with all his explanations, all the talk about royal life, homework, the explanations for every painting in the corridor, you didn't pay much attention. Your attention was focused completely on him, perhaps because you were hoping for a hint of feeling, whatever that was.

Too bad you wouldn't find it even if you looked hard enough.

As soon as you left the large building, you were presented with a landscape that looked more like a hand-painted picture.

The courtyard was perfect, full of roses and other types of flowers, a wooded area, the grass all at the same length, without a single flaw. Meticulously cut bushes, flowers that adorned the greenery and gave it extra life, it seemed magical.

The afternoon sun shone down on the whole place, bringing everything to life. The birds humming and bathing in the water fountain, nature stretching as far as the eye could see.

"I hope you are pleased, princess." Leon says, his calm, velvety voice immediately making you look at him.

"Certainly, it's very well appreciated." With a sweet, polite smile you answered him, approaching the fountain and sitting down on one of the edges.

And he repeated the gesture, sitting down next to you.

Just as you were about to engage him in conversation, a strong wind whipped against you, causing your hair to tangle, the softly combed strands to fall into your face, undoing a good few minutes' work in an instant.

Then you felt a warm, robust hand on your cheek, brushing the strands behind your ear.

A gesture that was intimate, no doubt about it, and that was able to make you blush slightly as soon as you felt his hand graze your cheek, but which he pulled away.

"Thank you." You say with a gentle, shy smile, tidying up a few more of the strands that were still getting messy.

Despite his smile, you could see the piercing blue gaze, without much emotion. His gaze, which seemed to be as cold as ice, was still so attractive.

"My pleasure, princess." The warm tone didn't change his placid expression, not even if he tried very hard.

As the two of you stood in silence, all you could hear was the gentle breeze and the birds singing, everything seemed so peaceful.

Except for the restlessness of your heart, which stubbornly pounded every time he looked at you. And you mentally plagued yourself every time this happened.

Why was he doing that? Out of courtesy? Politeness? Decorum? Or were you thinking too much? Creating too many expectations?

And so you remained, gazing at the horizon and watching the sun slowly set, watching the magic of nature while your minds were in a whirl.

Your hand on the edge of the fountain, as well as his, fingers almost grazing each other, and you were tempted to make a move.

However, it would have been inappropriate for a lady, to say the least. Especially knowing that the chances of him taking your hand away were high.

So you'd better make the most of what you had.

As the garden began to darken a little and the sunlight slowly faded, Leon stood and looked around, seeing that it was already getting dark.

You've spent the whole day walking around the castle, so time has passed too quickly. At least for you.

"We should go, dinner should be ready by now." He was the first to break the silence, once again offering his arm and his company to take you to the dining area.

And there you went again, walking slowly through the courtyard back into the castle.

However, halfway there Leon stopped, picking up a red rose that had fallen to the ground. As soon as he knelt down to pick it up, he turned to you and planted a soft kiss on the back of your hand, his warm lips brushing against your gloved hand. It sent shivers through your body.

"Red looks good on you." He murmurs, placing the flower in your hair, very gently so as not to mess it up.

You made a little chuckle, the blush clear on your cheeks. Was he doing it out of politeness? Or just to keep up appearances?

It would have been a beautiful, subtle, gentle and even romantic gesture. That's if you hadn't noticed the lipstick staining the collar of his shirt.

Oh oh, poor you.

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i've killed you once

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alastor x f! reader

warnings: mentions of killing

wc: 1,300

You were in Hell, and you weren’t even shocked that you ended up here. You were now a stunning cat demon, well half cat demon. You had cat features, your ears, claws, and tail. The rest of you looked human still. You’re dressed in a deep burgundy flapper dress that had a black beaded fringe overlay. Thick curls framing your face, that always had flawless makeup. Satin black opera gloves to your elbows. Your wedding ring still on your finger, you quickly made a name for yourself on this side of the pentagram, taking over for this bitchy overload who thought you couldn’t defend yourself in a fight. The souls you own and everyone in your territory just calls you Kitty, not many people have the pleasure of knowing your real name.

You’ve been seeing the hotel run by Lucifer’s daughter during commercial breaks deciding to go and see the hotel for yourself believing in her cause. You were willing to offer help if she needed it. Knocking on the door you waited less that a minute for an answer.

“Hi welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” the princess’ cheery voice greeted you. Smiling at her you introduced yourself thanking her. She guided you into the parlor to meet everyone.

“Everyone this is Kitty! Kitty this is Vaggie, Sir Pentious, Angel Dust, Niffty, Husk, and Alastor is around here somewhere." she says gesturing to everyone. “We’re getting ready for my Dad’s visit. Would you mind helping?” she asked you with a hopeful smile.

“Not at all. Just tell me what to do” you tell her more than willing to lend a hand. As you were setting up you got to know Angel Dust and Pentious. You also caught up with Husk, you haven’t seen him in some time. You took time to even get to know Vaggie and Charlie, until the sound of static cut through the air.

“Cher?” the nickname being one you haven’t heard since losing your lover in 1933. You glance up meeting red eyes, and an ever-present grin.

“Baby?” your voice getting caught in your throat, seeing him again. Making your way to his open arms, he held you close. It reminded you of the night you lost him. Before your reunion could continue Lucifer arrived. You moved to stand next to the guys.

“Charlie why don’t you introduce me to your other friends” Lucifer suggests turning away from Alastor making you giggle at their interaction. He made his way through everyone placing a kiss on your hand as he introduced himself to you. Static rang through the air again from Alastor, his grin strained as he looked at Lucifer holding your hand. Pulling away from him you snatch a cookie off the table snacking on it. You all stood by as Lucifer and Alastor started singing.

“Does everybody just burst into song here?” you ask laughing.

“Yeah toots, it’s a daily thing here” Angel says laughing with you. Everyone just chats away as they battle for the song until a grating voice that you hated even more than when you were alive. Fucking Mimzy, you wished you would’ve escaped this bitch. You growl as she wraps her arms around Alastor. Angel and Husk each put a hand on your shoulder to calm you down. He dismisses himself to continue the tour with Charlie. You all made your way to the bar, you stood next to Husk. Tuning out Mimzy’s story but catching out the corner of your eyes as Husk walked away. You followed Husk and witnessed his interaction with Alastor. You rushed to his side helping him up, watching Alastor walk away.

“Let’s go back to the others Husk” you held his hand gingerly walking him back to the bar. Walking back to a ton of commotion. You see Mimzy ducking on the floor as whoever was outside looking for her yelled her name.

“What the fuck did you do bitch?” You growl at the blonde ready to attack her.

“I may be in trouble with some loan sharks. May or may not have borrowed fifty grand...” she runs to hide behind the bar next to Husk. “And I may have stolen a car and crashed it into the loan shark’s girlfriend” she finishes. Angel stopped you from lunging at her. Trying to handle the damage that’s being caused because of Mimzy.

“I’ll take care of this” you heard Vaggie’s voice from behind you.

“No, my dear, leave it to me. Its time I remind everyone why I’m here”

“Finally! It took ya long enough.” Mimzy sounds excited, and you do your best not to hit her. You watched in awe as Alastor grew and tore the loan sharks to pieces. You enjoyed the sight of watching him in his zone. Once he was done you made your way outside to him. Reaching his side, he grabbed your hand pulling you to him.

“Oh, Alastor! What a fantastic show.” Mimzy says walking out, continuing to thank him. You growl at her cutting her off.

“You need to leave bitch” you look her in the eyes, your cat like pupils in slits and your tail viciously swaying.

“Calm down Kitty, you don’t mean that” she says laughing.

“I mean it bitch. Do yourself a favor and remember that I’m the reason you’re here” you remind her, your claw poking her nose. You pull away from Alastor, staring her down.

“But Alastor loves takin care of me” she says trying to lighten the mood. You wrap your claws around her neck cutting her off.

“I killed you once Mimzy, best believe I’ll do it again.” Your tone deep before you toss her to the side. As she scrambles to get up you walk back into the hotel. Her and Alastor exchange a few more words, and he reminds her she needs to leave.

“Come here cher” his command was firm. You grasp his hand before his shadows consume you both. You appeared to be in what you’re assuming is his room. Of course he had the bayou attached to it. “Now enlighten me on what you said to Mimzy” the static in his voice calmed you down.

“After you died, I just ended up working to take care of myself. But I also continued killing to feel close to you. I’d use my looks to lure men in and kill them. It was easy and most men are stupid. Then Mimzy made a comment ‘You don’t know how to take care of yourself now that Alastor ain’t around” it made me snap. I waited for her to be through with her show at the lounge. I offered her a ride as a friend, even gave her something to drink. I used powdered potassium it made it look natural. She was found dead in her house. I handled her arrangement since I played the “grieving best friend ” so well. I gave her a better send off than she deserved. The cops never caught my trail of the men I killed. I died of natural causes years later in our little cabin.” You told him the story of how the rest of your life went after his passing. If his grin could get wider, it would. He asked you to elaborate on the men you killed and Mimzy. He couldn’t be prouder of his wife. He stood up grabbing your cheeks with his clawed hands pulling you in for a kiss.

“ Oh, how I’ve missed you darling” he said pulling away keeping his hands on your waist. Your hands finding their place on his chest.

“I’ve missed you more” your voice sounds silent compared to the sounds of the bayou. Alastor pulled you in for a hug enjoyed your presence that he has missed for so long.

#alastor x reader #xreader #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor imagine #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #alastor the radio demon

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 2 years

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Did It Even Mean Anything?

Words: 1682

Warnings: angst, breakup, being played, only dating someone on a bet, probably poor writing but whatever

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Request: "Gareth and Jeff make a bet with Eddie about not being able to get a date or a girl in general. Eddie asked out the quiet girl thinking it would be an easy bet, but realize they have a lot in common. Maybe the next day at school she finds out about the bet from over hearing it from Gareth and Jeff talking to Eddie. Ending of their reaction is up to you."

I have such a love/hate with this trope dude. Like, I love it, but I hate it at the exact same time.

I also hated making Gareth be the dick that he is in this. I love that guy so much man.

*EDIT AFTER WRITING AND POSTING*

THERE WILL BE NO FUCKING PART 2! I WROTE THIS WITH NO INTENT OF ONE! THEN THIS BECAME MORE POPULAR THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD! AND PEOPLE WERE DEMANDING ME TO MAKE A PART 2 AND I WON'T FUCKING DO IT CAUSE YOU FUCKING DEMANDED IT AND YOU SHOULDN'T DO THAT! PLUS, I WOULD PISS Y'ALL OFF BY MAKING IT EVEN SADDER THAN IT ALREADY IS! IF YOU TRULY WANT ANOTHER PART THAT'LL BE HAPPY, WRITE IT YOURSELF!

I'm not trying to be an asshole I'm just tired of people asking for it when I have told them in the comments AND THE REBLOGS that I wasn't sure about it. But now I've decided to not.

But please, read this and continue to like it.

Anywho, enjoy

Eddie smirked at Y/N as he leaned against the lockers next to hers. She was quiet. Well, more reserved than most of the other girls that he knew of. And he knew that she had a crush on him. "So? What do you say, princess? Tomorrow, 7 o'clock? I pick you up at yours?" She stared at him with wide eyes before smiling softly and nodding. Eddie let out a small laugh, "You gonna use your words, darling?"

She felt her face heat up before letting out a soft, "Yeah." She cleared her throat and spoke a little louder, "Yeah, I would like that a lot."

He smiled, "Good. See you then." She nodded as he walked away.

And as he walked away, she turned to her locker and grabbed all of her books and piled them into her back. She couldn't believe it! Eddie Munson, the guy she had had a crush on since she met him her Freshman (his Sophomore) year, had just asked her out. She was ecstatic.

But she was also surprised. Eddie knew who she was? They had only ever spoken to each other 2 times. One was when he had asked her for a pencil. And the other was when he had asked what he missed in Mrs. Click's class because he had missed the past three days.

But that was 2 and a half years ago.

However, she stopped her worrying and walked out to her car. Excited that literally anyone had just asked her out. But she was also nervous because she had never been on a date before. So she had no idea what to do or wear.

However, unknown to her, Eddie was walking into the Hellfire room with the biggest shit-eating grin he had ever had. He opened the door, and with his luck, only Gareth and Jeff were there. He slammed his hands down on the table. "You two boys now owe me a hundred dollars each."

Gareth raised an eyebrow, "Why's that?"

"Because I just got my ass a fucking date."

Jeff scoffed, "Yeah? With who?"

"Y/N Y/L/N."

His friends started laughing. "Y/N Y/L/N? The girl who had literally had a crush on you since she met you?"

Eddie smirked, "You didn't say it couldn't someone easy. So pay the fuck up." Gareth and Jeff looked at one another and Eddie groaned, "Now what?"

"Date her until the end of the school year and you'll get your money."

"That wasn't the original fucking plan!"

Gareth shrugged, "Yeah, but we realized that you'll just go on one lousy date with her. Maybe even try to sleep with her. Then toss her to the side. Because we all know that you can't commit."

Eddie groaned, "You guys are literally the fucking worst."

They both shrugged this time, "You chose to befriend us, Eddie."

Eddie rolled his eyes, "Whatever." He ran a hand through his hair, "So I just have to date her until May 25th?" The other two nodded, "Fine. I guess I can do that."

Unfortunately for him, he would realize just how much he would fall for Y/H/C girl he just asked out on a bet.

Eddie was sitting next to Y/N in the back of his van at the Drive-Thru. Neither were really even watching it as they were just talking to each other. He was surprised to find out that she liked a lot of the same things he did.

"Actually, Rocky Horror is gonna be showed a town over in two weeks. I was planning on going, maybe, if you wanted, we could go together." The smile on her face as soft as she asked him.

He returned the smile and nodded, "That would be fun." He leaned back, against the side of his van. "One question. Do you dress up?"

She laughed, "Of course I do! Usually I do Janet as that's all that I really have clothes for. But I recently found a old maids outfit that I'm gonna fix up to look like Magenta. Hopefully it'll be ready in time."

He grabbed a piece of popcorn and popped it into his mouth. "I bet it will be."

He laughed lightly and she smiled at him confused. "What?"

"I just...I don't get this. You're literally so...perfect. I mean. You're so nice, you like the same things as me, and you're hot." She felt her face heat up at the last comment. "You're like a dream come true Y/N Y/L/N."

She smirked, "What? Did you think that I was gonna like a lot of popular stuff?"

"Kinda?"

She laughed, "I do like some of it. There are some chick-flicks that I love. Some music. I just like whatever I like."

He nodded, "What's your opinion on DnD."

"I've never played. But it seems pretty interesting. I don't really understand why people say it's 'satanic'. And that people who play it are 'devil worshippers' and 'evil'. Games don't make being evil. It's what they're surrounded by that do it."

He smiled, "I like your thinking."

For the rest of the film, the two of them continued to just talk about different things that they liked. And Eddie continued to be surprised that the two of them liked the same things as each other.

But the guilt that he just asked her out on a bet grew more and more.

The two had gotten together in January and now March was ending and April was starting. Eddie had truly started to fall for Y/N after a week. But he kept feeling guilty that this all started because of a stupid bet he had made with his friends. He had felt like he was using her this whole time. But he knew it wasn't true. Everything he had said and done had been true. And when he told her that he loved her. He had meant it.

But he knew he would have to tell her the truth at some point. Even if he knew that he would hurt the both of them. But he wasn't going to do that until after he talked to Jeff and Gareth and called the bet off.

Y/N walked down the hall to the Hellfire room. She had to ask Eddie if she had left her jacket over at his trailer. But she felt her blood run cold when she overheard a conversation that she knew she shouldn't have.

"-You can't do that dude! You calling off the bet means that you have to pay us! I thought that you hated losing!"

"Yeah? Well I didn't plan on actually falling for her! I can't go through with the fucking bet! It'll just hurt her!"

"That's your fault bro. You knew that this could happen, but you went through with it. You asked Y/N out on a bet, knowing that you easily could fall for her."

She hadn't realized that she walked into the room fully until she dropped the books in her arms and the three boys turned to her. Guilt covered Eddie's face when he saw her. And he was barely able to get her name out before she ran out of the room. He cursed under his breath and turned to Gareth and Jeff. "The bet is over. I'll pay you two tomorrow." And then without even giving them a chance to respond, he ran out to find Y/N.

He had a good idea where she would be. He remembered something she had mentioned once about a place in the woods. Different than the place he would meet people for deals. She had shown him it once. And when he made it to there, he felt his heart break. He heard her crying. And it pained him to know that she was crying because of him. Because of what he had done.

As a twig snapped under his foot, her head snapped around. She wiped the tears away from her eyes. "Leave me alone."

"Princess-"

"No. No don't. Don't do that." She stood up, "Don't sit there and say 'princess' and act all innocent. Act-act as if...as if this isn't all a lie!"

He shook his head, "It isn't a lie! I do love you! More than anything!"

She shook her head, "I was nothing more than a fucking bet. You asked me out just so you could...could what? Get money? Prove that you aren't a fucking loser?"

"Y/N I-"

"Was any of it even real?"

"What?"

She walked over to him and poked his chest, "Any of it? Was. It. Even. Real. Did you mean any of it? Or was it all apart of the fucking bet?"

"I meant everything I said and did!"

She let in a shaky breath, "Why me? Why did you choose me to be the fucking victim?" She laughed, "Actually. No wait, let me guess. You asked me because you thought I would be easy. Because you knew I had fucking liked you for years. Am I right?" He stayed silent. She was right. He had originally asked her because he knew that she would say right. She let out a small, dry laugh. "I should have fucking known. It was all too good to be true. I mean, why else would Eddie 'the freak' Munson ask me out? Why else if I wasn't just supposed to be another notch on his belt?" She looked at him, "Well, go find yourself some other girl to fuck with. Because we're fucking done." She pushed past him, but not without saying, "God, I wish I never had been seen with the freak of Hawkins."

And he watched as she walked away and felt him heart tear into a million pieces. He knew he had fucked up. He knew he should have told her the minute he gained feelings. But he didn't and now he had fucked everything up.

And now the one person who he had actually fallen for, hated him more than anything.

#eddie #munson #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson request #stranger #things #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things request #x reader #imagine #request

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formulateez · 9 months

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1:32am | oscar piastri

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

genre: literal pwp, except there is minimal plot, random horny hour drabble prompt(s): "i'm going to fill you up so good and make you mine." and "someone's going to hear us!" summary: classic fwb troupe where y/n and oscar try to fit in a quickie during a sleepover with their mutual friends asleep in the rooms next door word count: ~520

requested?: no, teehee, but i got faded than a hoe a few nights ago and wrote this at like 5am and it's been sitting in my drafts for a little bit because i've been too scared to post it LMFAO there also isn't enough op81 content so i wanted to add to it :) but, please reblog and leave feedback !! (but pls be nice otherwise i will cry)

extras: banners made using template by @/cafekitsune !!

"Oh-fuck, Oscar-" You choke out, your hands running through Oscar's hair as his lips found all the spots that draw out heavenly sounds from you. “Please, Oscar, someone’s going to hear us!” You fail to sound stern as the Australian continues to ravage your neck.

“Fine with me, ‘cuz I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.” he mutters out in between each kiss that he trails down your front.

It had been a couple weeks since you and Oscar originally made a special friendship agreement. You had invited him over one night to watch a movie or two, and the night ended with his face lodged between your thighs.

Oscar’s mouth and free hand occupy themselves with your nipples, while you buck your hips up to grind against him. “Oh shit, please.” Your plead leaves your lips softly as you ache for him to give you more.

“Please what, baby? Am I making you feel good, hmm?” Oscar hums as he continues to suck on your nipple, while he’s flicking your other nub between his fingertips. “Wanna hear you say it, pretty girl.“

“Yes, yes- fuck, yes. Please, Oscar, more-“ your pleads earn you a slight chuckle out of the guy above you as his fingers find their way to the waistband of your shorts.

“Quite talkative for someone who’s worried about being heard, don’t you think?” His lips are leaving faint marks along your collarbone and the tops of your boobs. Man, does he love seeing the very faint marks peek through the lower cut tops that you often wear during the summer. “You want more? Tell me what else you want, doll.”

As his fingers dip into your waistband, they start to lightly brush over your core as another soft, yet sharp, moans leaves your lips. You grab what you can of his hair and lightly tug him upwards to meet face to face with him. “Fuck- please fuck me, Oscar.”

“Yeah?” Oscar draws his hand out of your shorts as he starts to tug them down, along with your underwear before he throws them off to the side. “You want me to fuck you, hm? Is that what my pretty girl wants?”

“Yes, Oscar, please,” you breathe out, lightly tugging on the hem of his shirt, wanting less barriers between the two of you. “Want you inside me, so bad.”

It doesn’t take long before both of you finish undressing each other, and his lips are finding themselves attaching to your neck once again. His tip is just barely teasing your entrance and he continues to work his way all over your neck and chest.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good and make you mine, princess.” Oscar groans into your ear as he slowly starts to push himself into you, enticing the sweetest of moans from your lips as you savor the feeling of Oscar filling you up as promised.

You both were, in fact, not quiet enough, as Lando was tortured with faintly hearing both of you moan. He quickly threw on his noise-canceling headphones, making a mental note to clown the both of you the next morning.

#formula 1 smut #f1 smut #oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine

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live4lust01 · 2 months

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sex, mouth fucking, head(both recieve), public teasing fingering, sex, backshots in car, names(baby), degradation like once, makeout, begging

triplets bday, you plan a dinner for them to go out but you and Chris just end up touching alot I'm awful at captions. (3.9k word count)

We gon pretend my boy Chris in a suit in the first pic. He giving those "I'm gonna fuck your throat till you choke on this dick" ahh eyes.

Chris sturniolo

I was waiting in the triplets house, sitting alone and uncomfortable in their living room. Uncomfortable due to my attempt to not ruin my dress. It's Chris, Nick and Matt's birthday today and I've planned a surprise dinner for them and their close friends. I'd also planned a major after party that was currently brewing at Larrays. I'd got a text five minutes prior that decorations were almost done and people would start showing up in an hour.

The table i'd reserved was on the roof of a well reviewed, formal restaurant so we all had dressed in suits, ties and fancy dresses. Partially because we just wanted a reason to dress up. I was in a black tight dress that looped around my neck and laced up the side of my thighs, sitting just bellow my ass. My hands were covered in black gloves and my neck, arms, ears and gloved hands were dripping in gold jewelry that blinged white gems and pearls. My hair thick and wavy.

"Chris are you done yet? Were gonna get late" i shout hoping for a response this time, being ignored the past three times I asked.

"can you help me with the tie, I don't know how to do this thing." Chris whined, walking into the room I was in. He stops directly Infront me, towering over me as his head hangs to make our eyes meet.

I look up from my phone and see Chris in the birthday suit I bought for him. I just gawked, mouth open for a few seconds having never seen him and outfit like this. It might just be my new turn on. He stands their, so innocently holding out the tie to me but my thoughts have took me to a world that's anything but innocent.

"Close that mouth baby, and it's rude to stare" he smirks down seeing me explicitly check him out. He hasn't even done anything and I'm soaked through just looking at him.

"you look so handsome Chris" I smile standing up and taking the tie from him. He stands with an inch between our bodies, drinking in my features. I put the tie around his neck but seconds later Chris' arm is around my waist and he's pulling me in and I'm stumbling into his arms with my hands on his chest as support to keep me upright.

"you look so gorgeous tonight princess. I don't think I could take my eyes off you" his words a shared whisper only we hear in the universe hear. A whisper that turns me to a slut. "Do we have time?" My eyes run all over his face and hair.

"I've always got time for you baby" I say backing up towards the wall, yanking the tie so he's pulled into me. Our bodies collided and our lips become a kissing sloppy mess as they swallow each other. Chris' yearning hands roam my body. Up and down my sides then back up to my shoulders and neck and face. My heartbeat beating faster than the speed of light at the urgency of everything happening.

My hands are now stuck in his hair, ruffing them up then sliding down his faces mushing his lips against mime while our bodies grind of each other. I pull the tie downwards again keeping Chris close. We share the same breath, inhaling each other as my back is slammed into the wall. Chris pushes himself onto me, his throbbing hard dick could be felt through the smooth material of his suit pants. Everything is so frantic and needy. I feel wet between my legs as Chris grinds himself onto me, one of my legs raised letting him in between further.

He lets go off me as I run my hands down his chest, sliding out his grasp to get on my knees, leaving the tie draped over his shoulders. He looks down at me smirking, hair all messy from my pulling. I take off my gloves and place them on the table next to my phone. His bulge in my eyeliner, I begin zipping open his zipper and pulling down his pants and boxers just as frantically as our kiss was. His dick springs out into my bare hands.

Chris rests his hand on my head and lovingly strokes it as he watches me work. I spot on his pink tip and use my hands to stroke the spit over his dick all while giving him puppy dog eyes knowing how it turns him on.

"fuck baby, the sight of you is enough to make me come all over that pretty face. Do something please" he gently moans out, pushing himself in my hands. I wrap my lips around his tip and circle my tongue around it. I grab his hips to keep him steady as I take his full length down my throat, lips touching the base, earning a groan from Chris. His eyes closed, head throws back,sharp jawline,messed strands of hair falling to his eyes. Seeing him feel so good alone made me feel like I was drowning in a pool of my own wetness. My warm breath and saliva hugged his dick. I started bobbing my head up and down slowly, sucking and licking and curing hit tip with my tongue occasionally.

"Faster baby, please" his desperate whines ring out and I do as he says. I move my head faster, now both my hands in rhythm with my mouth movements. Chris pushes himself a little more into my mouth everytime my head moves closest to him,hitting the same spot at the back of my throat causing tears to form in my eyes.

My phone rings. I take my mouth of his cock for a second before telling him to answer then moving my head back and forth again, sucking hard and fast.

"where are you guys? You said you'll be here for seven it's five past?" It was Matt. My hands run over Chris' clothes thighs, up to his balls as I start massaging and playing with them. Rubbing my thumbs in circles around them as the rest of my hands hold them up.

"y-yeah Matt, we'll be there soon. I'm just getting changed." He mutes the phone to swear as he grips a fistful of my hair in his hand. He tilts his head sideways as he looks down at me, admiration and unstable composure clear on his face. His knee buckles a little as he bends down, knowing he's about to come.

"You're not even changed yet?! Chris you always do th-" Matt's voice is cut off mid sentence.

"Yeah don't worry we'll be there in te-en" Chris stutters. I see his stomach tighten and I stop instantly. I want to hear him when he comes in my mouth. He hangs up the phone immediately after his sentence.

"Did I tell you to stop? Open that pretty little mouth of yours." He says as he cups my face with both hands, narrowing his eyes the littlest bit. I do as he says, sticking my tongue out. Chris places his tip onto my tongue and I close my lips over it again. Without warning Chris fucks rough thrusts into my mouth, using me for his pleasure as I gag and struggle to breathe.

"Yeah baby, just like that." He groans, keeping eye contact with me, smiling. His hands are back to the back of my head as he pushes my head back and forth in sync with his thrusts. His pace quickens, fucking my mouth relentlessly. I'm a whore for his wild rough side, just knowing he's using me to get himself off makes me so horny I can't comprehend any more thoughts throughout this.

He pushes harshly into me, making my back hit the wall. Chris rams his thick dick down my throat. He bends backwards slightly, moaning small sounds everytime his hips snapped into my mouth. I'm left hopelessly holding onto his hips to ease the pressure as my face is being used as a fuck toy. I'm practically buried into his cock and I can't move anywhere.

"Swallow for me baby." He breathes, keeping my face pressed against his stomach. I can't breathe at all being crammed in-between the space of the wall and Chris pelvis. He finishes down my throat then lets me go as I take deep breathes gasping for air. I run my thumb across the side of my mouth picking up a stray drop of come and suck my finger clean as my chest rises up and down. Chris shamelessly stares at the mess he's made of me with a cocky grin. "Shit ma, you're good"

He offers his hand to help me up. Chris tucks his dick back down his boxers and zips himself up.

"You okay? Was it too much?" He asks once he's done, pulling me in and kissing my forehead. I'm fine but my aching wet throbbing clit isn't. I need to be ate out bad but we're already late and Matt gets angry.

"You know I like your rough hands, here let me help." I reply to his question with a soft voice, grabbing the tie draped over his shoulders and tying it for him. I look into his gorgeous blue eyes and the way they look like tiny blue orchids blooming so bright.

"I could never ask for a better birthday gift than you" Chris smiles "We're fifteen minutes late we gotta go" he gets his suit jacket on. I fix my hair and makeup in the mirror quickly, slip into black heels and grab the keys to my car.

"nuh uh, I wanna drive" Chris says running out after me, locking the door.

"Chris you crash my fucking Porsche and I'm going to chop your dick off and let it marinate in a jar of pickle juice and use it as decoration for my room."

"So you can look at it and think of me 24/7. You're such a sweet girlfriend nothing gets as romantic as that" Sarcasm. Chris catches the keys with one hand as I throw them over the car, both of us getting in.

"Drive." My voice stern as I strap myself onto the red leather seats.

"Yes ma'am" Chris says eyebrows raised and a slight chuckle in his voice as he starts the car and begins driving. I was very excited for dinner but now I can't wait until it's over. I just want Chris inside me again.

I thought a forgotten thought. Nate was also waiting at the reserved restaurant. I didn't tell anyone that I asked Nate to fly from Boston to LA secretly because I know everyone will be thrilled seeing him as a surprise. Especially the three boys. Nate's birthday isn't too far from theirs so this is an excuse for them to celebrate together and continue tradition.

Twenty minutes later

"Why'd you have to book a table on the roof?" Chris pants walking up the stairs behind me.

"We wouldn't be doing all this if you would just man up and stop being scared of lifts." I say feeling my legs burn myself.

"Me and Matt got trapped in one when we were younger. It's called unhealed trauma, don't pick on me for it" He says as I roll my eyes.

"Then quite complaining birthday boy"

"Who's birthday is it? I'll complain as much as Id like to" he says with a fake snobbish tone. We finally reach the top of the stairs. Feeling like I've completed a hike I turn to Chris just before we go through the door to the open roof. "Wait" I say fixing his hair to sit better and smoothing out his tie and jacket. "Need to make my boyfriend looks his best on his special day. There you look flawless" i say kissing his cheek and grabbing his hand to walk.

"This is why I date you, you got you're priorities straight" he chuckles letting go of my hand and pulling me into his side by my waist instead. We walk through.

"Chris you absolute mo-" Matt starts but is cut off.

"Finally! What took you guys so long" Nick says loudly acknowledging us, knowing Matt was about to go for a rant.

"You really wanna know what they two were up to?" Nate laughs as I punch him in the arm and tell him to shut up. The fact his guess was right too.

"Yeah what the hell were you doing taking this amount of time?" Matt walks over angrily. Followed over by Ramona and Alahna.

"Calm down Matthew, it happens it's okay" Ramona rubs his shoulder. I hug Alahna a greeting.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Chris' face lights up with pure joy. That's exactly the reaction I wanted to see. He hugs him.

"Here for your wedding obviously. You're girl invited me, can't believe you got one. Finally over you're fear commitment issues huh?" Nate hugs him back tightly.

"Bro shut up. You asked him to come?" Chris talks to me now. I nod my head.

"Mhm, I knew you guys always celebrate your birthday together, I didn't want you to break that tradition since you are in La now and I know how much he means to you guys."

"You're the fucking best, this is why I love you so much. Seriously. Thankyou for literally everything you've done for me and my brothers today this is unreal and definitely unnecessary." He lets everyone hear his praise to me. I smile smugly.

Matt leads us towards our table and I hear Chris whisper something in my ear for only me to hear. "You're getting fucked good tonight". He pulls back to flash me one of those grins that make me weak in the knees. He walks with his arm around my shoulder. I'm in pure heat and I need some sort of relief.

I booked a VIP booth, which was unnecessarily expensive. However its next to the balcony that overlooks the lively city hustling with busy people walking into entertainment clubs or shops. There's a potential aroma of the grill cooking away and we're sitting in a busy but comfortable and chatty atmosphere. There's live jazz music playing in the background on a small stage with people dancing in the space Infront. People talk and eat and laugh and drink which completes the happy vibes of this place.

Chris lets me have the balcony seat so I can looks at everything going on. He knows I love pretty views. There were a generous amount of other tall buildings surrounding us too. It was a dark breezy night. Slightly chill but bearable. It was also a full moon which was the only source of light other than the dim lamps listen in the middle of each table. I looked over at Chris who's seated next to me. Nate next to him, Alahna next to him. Nick across from me,his partner next to him, Matt and Ramona next to them.

Chris looks unreal. The way the moonlight and dim lanterns cast dancing shadows across his face,his pink full lips and sharp features. His eyes, the way the light blue pops more in the moonlight. I look at his laugh and I feel like I'm falling in love all over again.

I listen to the conversation Nate makes with everyone. Soon enough a waitress takes our orders. Chris leans back and rests his hand on my exposed thigh, rubbing slowly. My breath hitches as his hand gets higher under the table. He keeps it rested there, squeezing my not doing anymore.

Our dinner goes well, the food arriving and definitely living up to it's famous reviews. We ordered deserts and conversation flowed again as our wait began.

"seriously though, Thankyou for everything again baby, you didn't have to do all this but we appreciate it" Chris says so the whole table hears that everything was organised because of me. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and kisses my forehead.

"Yeah man, youre real for this, we appreciate it thankyou" Matt says.

"You're my bestfriend I already loved you but the fact you go out your way to do all this is insane. Thankyou" Nick also talks and everyone else at the table thanks me for inviting them and making it happen.

"funny you say this is too much. I booked us all a holiday to Brazil for next week, you better pack your bags" I say as everyone's jaws drop.

"YOU BOOKED US A HOLIDAY OUT THE STATE FOR NEXT WEEK AND DIDNT THINK TO TELL ANYONE IN ADVANCE?!" Nicks eyes widen in disbelief.

"..... Surprise?" I shrug my shoulders. Everyone talks over each other. "Shut up" "no way". All of a sudden question are being launched at me. Chris finds this the perfect opportunity to slide his hand back down my body and place it on my thigh again. He squeezes hard as I try not to make a sound. I feel his fingers slip under my dress and hook my thong to the side. He runs his fingertip across my folds, circling around my entrance. I mean back, knowing how cocky Chris is gonna get knowing I'm already dripping wet.

"Am I coming too?" Alahna perks up in her seat.

"Of course you are, I've booked it for everyone here, I wouldn't ever leave anyone out" I smile. Chris index finger rubs on my clit. I squeeze my legs tight, wanting to feel the sensation of his rough hands touch everywhere but not be confronted. He takes the same hand to open my thigh then snake his hand down my dress again except this time plunging it straight inside me.

"How long for?" Nick inquires.

"two weeks" Chris squirms his fingers inside letting my heat build up again.

"TWO WEEKS?" Matt says in his gentle scream.

"Mhm." They all remain oblivious to the pure heavenly sensations I feel whilst talking to them with a poker face. Chris wet fingers are back on my clit, rubbing circles up and down and left and right. I subtly rock my hips with his hand, trying to feel more. His fingers are slipping and squirming inside me again as I arch my back, playing it off as a back scratch. I feel deep butterflies in my stomach. Everyone's still oblivious. I just want to moan out his name. Archig just makes his fingers dig deeper. My pussy pulsates around his hand as my clit rubs of the palm of his hand. I fight the urge to start grinding on his hand right there, his fingers slick moves driving me crazy but it isn't enough.

Our deserts arrive. Chris removes his hand gently wiping the wetness off onto a tissue in his lap, staring at his hands. I also stare at his hands, wishing I could suck my own wetness off him. I'm partially relieved, partially left feeling lika a desperate whore for his fingers to spread me apart and make me come right here right now. I need to feel him so bad.

I take my ice-cream ice-cream and watch as Chris eats his, licking the spoon clean after each bite. The way his tongue spreads into the dip of the spoon to clean it off. I look away over the balcony, lust spreading over me at the thought of what else he can do with his tongue.

The city could be heard singing joyful songs from different streets and cars could be scurrying down roads like beetles. The lights beamed skywards from some buildings as they faded off into the pure dark abyss of the sky. Buildings in all shapes and sizes were spurting up from the ground around us.

Half an hour later, the desert plates were empty and the bill was paid. Everyone already knew of the party and had brought clothes to change into. We agreed we get changed either in the bathroom here or at his house. Everyone was going to go in the same ride they arrived at the restaurant with. Everyone said temporary goodbyes and headed to part ways.

It was just me and Chris left now. He picked me up bridal style as I squealed, walking down the stairs with me in his arms. He took long quick strides across the parking lot towards our car that was parked under the shade of a tree. I watched his serious expression, my arms clinging around his neck to stop me from falling. I inhaled the sweet aroma of his perfume, wanting it to intoxicate every part of me.

Without a word and with a swift movement, Chris opens the back door to my car and gently lays me down onto the backseat not taking his eyes off me. He climbs on top of me and closes the door gently with his foot knowing how protective of my car I am.

His lips latch on to mine whilst undoing his tie in the almost complete darkness of my porsche. There's little to no light and we can only make out the outline of each others bodies. The smell and the feeling of Chris makes me open my legs wider letting him kneel in-between them. I feel a heart beat bouncing inside my pussy having his hands and lips all over me. Our breathes and wants desperate, Chris takes his lips off mine only to undo the top two buttons off his shirt before cupping my face in his large hands and kissing me again. His tongue slides into my mouth licking mine as our mouths inhale each other. He sloppily moves to my jaw as his knee moves between my legs, pressing against my clit. I arch against it, letting out a breathy moan, fueling the sensation

"Chris.." I get out before he puts his finger on my mouth to silence me. His lips move to my neck and down to my chest where he runs his hands over my clothes nipples. He tugs down my dress taking my tits out to grope and suck them. He leaves a hickey on my left breast before kissing down my body.

"Hips up baby" he breathes. "I'm so desperate for you" he moans as I do what he says. Lifting my hips slightly giving him access to pull my dress up my stomach. He hooks a finger around my pants and pulls them down and throws them to the front seat.

I now lay bottom half bare and exposed Infront of his eyes. Pressing his hands into my thighs he snaps me legs open. Through the dark car, I see a faint version of his eyes look up at mine. The deathly grip on my thighs has me painfully soaked. He leisurely lowers his head but pause for a minute.

His hot breathe hits off my clit which makes me arch my back pushing my pussy forward for him to taste. The sensation of his breath on my clit, the anticipation of his open mouth centimetres from the place that needs him most. I'm almost, I really need him but I know what he wants.

"Chris please. I've been longing for you all night I need you to touch me please. I can't wait any longer. Please Chris, please touch me." I moan out desperately trying to wiggle my hips closer to him but proving impossible from the added pressure Chris has on my thighs to keep me pinned down.

"Needy whore" Chris smirks before flattening his tongue against my clit and licking up. I let out a moan of relief after longing for this all evening.

"mhhh, Chris fuck, more please" I beg as I feel his tongue circle around my clit and dance over my folds. He removes a hand from my thigh just to plunge two of his lengthy fingers into my hole making me string out satisfied moans. He keeps his eyes on mine. He looks, wild, the unbuttoned shirt, collar bone slightly exposed, his hair disorderly. The eye contact he doesn't let go off. This sight alone pushes my orgasm. He works with his mouth sucking and spitting until I'm arching and his fingers are slipping and sliding and speeding and I'm screaming his name and it's all so much so quick and my stomach tightens and i grip onto the seat heads and he stops.

"Baby, please dont stop" but he's unzipping his pants again and throwing them on the floor of the seat. His hands find my waist flipping me onto my stomach faster than i can comprehend.

"i can't take this longer" he says to himself. My clit left again, swollen, wanting, throbbing and deprived of touch once again.

"baby you know how it goes, face down ass up" he says bending down to my right ear to kiss the top of it, hands still placed on hips. He assists me in pushing myself up. He pulls down his boxers and makes me feel his thick cock, snapping his hips deep without letting me get used to his size.

"oooh, baby" I cry out arching my ass, pushing against him as his hands on my waist move me in time with his body. A loud slapping filling the air.His fingers on my clit again.

"Back it up on me" Chris sighs out as I feel the heat between my legs get hotter. I listen. He stops moving and I start shaking my ass on him,my arms straight gripping the door handle and my face lay sideways on the red leather seats.

"Yeah just like that" Chris moans dropping his hands arms by his side watching my ass shake and bounce off his pelvis. I feel the top of his dick inside me punching my g spot with every move i made, this making my legs loose strength. Chris slapped my ass and spread his harsh hands across my cheeks before thrusting into me again moving my ass with his hands. His head leans back to groan then he looks down at the mess he's making off me.

I knew he was coming when he bent over me, stilling inside me as far as he could go. Hands still positioned on my ass. I arched and moved foreward,screaming as Chris kept pushing into me.

"Chris I can't" I squeeze myself tighter causing Chris eyes to squeeze shut and let out a crude moan before keeping his thrusts going after fucking out his high. He touches my clit, rubbing. Seconds later im moving back into him,making the same face and sounds letting myself go all over his girthy dick. Chris slaps my ass one more time and let's go.

He pulls out and smirks flipping me back over again in his arms as he lies on my chest for a minute in silence. After hours of needing I finally feel satisfied. We both catch our breathes. Chris then kisses my neck, his after sex glow flushing his cheeks pink making him look adorable in the distant light of the moon.

"baby?" He says softly breaking the silence. He looks up at me. I look down at him.

"hm?"

"i don't think I wanna go to the party. Can we just go home and watch something together?" He asks. A lot of effort went to this party but if that's what he wants then what's he gets.

"that's sounds perfect." I say smiling. He pecks my lips before we get up and get dressed. Chris drives us home.

Ik it lacks plot It was mainly written for the sex lmao 🙏

#chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo #fanfic #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #cars #nick sturniolo #sturniolo smut #smut #writing #dinner

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valeskafics · 1 year

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I’m in a chokehold with your Tyler content, especially the jealousy and gamer ideas. What about a fic where the Tyler gets possessive while they were gaming with friends and fucks the reader with the headset on, on call with Xavier

under the cut bestie! 💕

drabble: tyler fucks you while on xbox live with xavier, enid, and ajax (nsfw)

you love gaming with your boyfriend and your friends. it's one of your favorite ways to relax after a long week. it's sort of become your sunday night ritual, all of you logging on to play call of duty or grand theft auto or whatever game you feel like from wherever you are.

being a student at nevermore, it can be tough getting quality time with your boyfriend, but luckily, you have a unique talent for disguise and sneak off campus all the time to see him.

tyler is the sweetest boyfriend, always pampering you and treating you like a princess. but he also has a very possessive streak, which really comes out when you're around xavier.

"damn, y/n, what the hell, how have you not died yet, dude?" ajax complains as he gets shot at, "you're just like, running around like a werewolf with its head cut off!"

"chaos is a gift and i like to use it," you laugh into your mouthpiece as tyler covers you, "aw, thanks, babe"

"i got your back baby," you can hear the grin in his voice.

you're sitting between his legs, back against his chest, the usual position for your game nights. it's so domestic and comfortable. you can't help but love it.

you ask tyler if he can take over for you for a minute so you can grab a snack. he's so good at these games you know he can handle two controllers.

when you take your headset off and walk off to the bathroom, he lets out a whistle, making you laugh.

"hey, galpin, can you remind your girlfriend she's coming to my dorm tomorrow to work on our project?"

tyler grinds his teeth, "why don't you work on it in her dorm, thorpe? where that vamp is around to keep an eye on you?"

"mine is bigger"

tyler hears the double meaning behind xavier's words and smirks to himself.

"bigger, huh?"

you come back at that point, taking your usual seat, grabbing your headset and controller, "im back! sorry i was hungry!"

"oooh, whatcha eating?" enid asks as she fires at an approaching enemy, shrieking to herself in delight when she gets them.

"oh, i just had some ice-OH"

your eyes widen as tyler pushes his hand inside your underwear and starts stroking your pussy. you turn and look at him, shocked.

"uh, y/n, i think you just got shot," ajax points out.

you see that you've taken a critical hit and resolve to ignore tyler and continue playing.

but, then, tyler, instead of just stroking you, pushes two fingers inside of you, making you let out a low whine.

"y/n?" xavier questions, "you okay?"

"uh huh," you manage to breathe out, glaring at your boyfriend, "im fi-SHIT"

and he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, using his other arm to not just hold the controller, but hold you in place.

you struggle to keep quiet and concentrate on the game and your friends, but it all seems so uninteresting when tyler pushes a third finger inside you and starts rubbing at your clit, his long fingers moving in and out of you at a pace that feels to fast to be human. you let out a low moan.

"dude are you guys fucking?" ajax asks, sounding amused.

"babe!" enid scolds him, "don't be so nosey!"

"we're not!" you squeak out, barely managing to conceal the scream in your throat when tyler rubs your sensitive clit even faster, "im not feeling well. i had ice cream and im lactose intolerant"

"no you're not," xavier sounds like he's frowning, "i've known you half your life. you love pizza and chocolate milk and ice cream."

"it's a recent," you let out a long, low moan as you feel yourself climax on tyler’s fingers, "development. i have to go to the bathroom, bye, keep playing with out me!"

tyler grins when you toss your controller to the side, turn around and start unbuttoning his jeans, "put your fucking mic on mute right now."

"damn, someone's really not feeling well."

you glare at him and push your shorts all the way down and sink onto his already hard cock, "i fucking hate you."

he grins as he starts thrusting up into you, still playing, "nah, you love me."

"for some reason which I don't really understand"

"aww, don't do that," he coos at you, still playing his game as he whispers, "look at you, bouncing like a desperate little slut on my cock."

you bite down on his shoulder to try and muffle any noises you might make as you continue grinding down on him and he continues thrusting up into you.

"come on, baby, give me another," he encourages you, still holding his controller, "I know you can do it."

he moves his free hand down to pinch at your clit slightly, and you're gone, crying as you fall against him and come all over his cock.

"aw, you squirted for me, baby, look at that," he laughs quietly, "damn, thorpe, I bet you wish you could see this."

your eyes widen as you grab your headphones.

ajax is cackling like a madman while enid is yelling at him. and xavier is just totally silent.

you turn and look at your boyfriend's shit-eating grin.

"TYLER, I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!"

#tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin imagine #tyler galpin x you #my writing

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savvysscandles · 9 months

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Objects of Our Desire

🔞mdni🔞

Neteyam (22) x Omatikayan fem reader (19)

Warnings: SMUT, neck grabbing, chocking, ass slapping, oral (m. receiving), fingering, cockwarming, (use of Daddy & princess), (use of Y/n and you), masturbation, DOM Neteyam, Sub reader, switch action (just a little), teasing, age gap, rough sex, CNC (at the end), multiple orgasms, dom x sub, breeding kink, creampie

Synopsis: You were always such a flirt, but that didn't bother your best friend Kiri. It was no secret that you had a huge crush on her brother, Neteyam. You’d toy with him all the time, but he never took you seriously, thinking you were too young for him. Until one night, you and your bestie have a sleepover, and you sneak off next door to Neteyam’s hut......

“Kiri.....you think Neteyam will ever give in to me? I mean, I've been after him since I was 15,” You said to your best friend as you lay down on a plush mat in her hut. You two have sleepovers all the time, but tonight was different. You convinced Kiri to have it at her hut, this time with a plan in mind. You bite your lip just thinking about it. Seducing Neteyam…. when he least expected it was the best idea you’ve had yet. Before the night was up, you were going to make sure he craved you, your voice, your touch, fuck even your scent.....

“ I think he's attracted to you but doesn't want to take it there ……you know, you being 19 and all, he probably thinks that it wouldn’t be a good look as future Olo'eyktan, “ She says, snapping you out of your daze, an immediate pout covering your face. “ But Kiri, that's not fair. I'm only two years younger than you and three years younger than him using someone's age against- WAIT! did you just say he's attracted to me?” You say, your voice filled with new excitement, your pout long gone.

Kiri laughs at you and your quick change of attitude. “Your crazy, you know that!” She says, still laughing. “Crazy for Neteyam!” you say, doing a sexual little dance, twerking slightly while still lying on the mat, joking. Which makes you both laugh even harder. “Eww-” Kiri’s comment and laughter suddenly interrupted by a knock on her hut, by your one heart's desire......Neteyam.

He looks worn out and frustrated, his gear and talismans still on his body from the day's work. “Hey Kiri, I just got back from leading the clansmen hunt....Could you guys keep it down tonight? I really need the rest were going back out tomorrow, so...” You sit up, eyeing him up and down with lust and desire. One leg propped up and the other laying flat, your tail flicking up from the sweet sound of his voice... his sexy, deep voice. You licked your lips, biting your bottom lip, not taking your eyes off of him.

Kiri rolled her eyes at your demeanor, then looked at Neteyam. “Sure Neteyam, will keep it down, no worries, we were actually about to go to sleep too, so..,.” She said as he gave her a nod with a contents smile. He was turning around to leave but stopped once he heard your words. “ Bye Nete, see you later, baby,” your voice seductive, letting out a giggle. You looked up at him with an innocent smile, but your eyes were far from that very thing. He turned back around looking at you, he shook his head with closed eyes, sighing before walking away, but you swear you saw a faint smile on his lips, and that only, made your heart skip a beat.

You giggled as you heard his footsteps fade, getting comfortable on the mat to “sleep.” “Go to sleep, skxawng,” Kiri said teasingly as she moved around on her mat to find a good sleeping position, eventually choosing to face the hut’s wall, falling asleep almost instantly.

You waited a few minutes to make sure she was asleep before sneaking out with soft padded footsteps making your way next door to Neteyam’s hut. You slipped in, your presence unknown to him. Neteyam’s back was to you, his hands reaching to take off his neckpiece. Your head tilted to the side observing how lean he was, his long braids catching up with his torso. He was so beautiful. You bit your lip, moaning quietly to yourself, but it was enough to alert Neteyam.

He turned his waist, looking over to the flaps of his hut with furrowed eyebrows but then saw you, and his face relaxed. He closed his eyes and sighed. “Come on, what are you doing here, go back to Kiri hut, yawne,” he said in a low voice, slightly reprimanding you. You walked closer with a cute pout on your face that quickly turned into a seductive smirk. "But I don't wanna go back. I want to stay with you, baby,” you say, voice soft and sultry as you smile up at him, almost to his body. “Y/n, not tonight, I'm tired, and I don't have the patience to deal with your antics, ok?”

You stood in front of him, reaching up on your tippy toes. “No antics, baby, just here to serve you.... that's all I want to do.” your hands went behind his neck to unlatch his necklace for him, going between his arm and torso to place it on the stand behind him, not once taking your eyes off his.

You reached for his stomach to unlatch his cumberbund (battle belt), swipping your hand over his abs before pulling it off behind him. “Mmmm.....I think I'll call you Daddy now, yea?” you said leaning forward not only to place the item down but to leave a soft kiss on his chest, right on it's center. Neteyam let out a grunt trying to show restraint, but he didn't stop you.

You look up at him with needy eyes, moving down his stomach to kiss it all the way to his loincloth, biting gently in the space between his naval and the beginning of his bottoms. His eyes rolled back slightly at the feeling of your teeth nibbling on his secret sensitive region. You did it a second time, and he moaned, voice so deep. “I know you're frustrated, I can see it in your eyes, Daddy....you need something to use...something to let all that stress out on. Mmm?” you say, then kiss his stomach. “you could use me however you want....your little slut, your toy, all just to please you...” you say before going back to your kisses.

He let out a heavy breath moving to caress your face, shifting your it back slightly but never taking his hand off your face. “Princess.....mmm, you're playing a dangerous game. Are you sure you want to do that...?” He said, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip before pushing it into your mouth, your tongue instantly swirling around it.

You look up at him, still on your knees, pushing his finger back to lay on your lip, about to respond, but then he turns away from you to put his bow away, demeanor changing. You pouted at him and rolled your eyes but quickly smirked, getting an idea that you knew would make him give into you....now that you were confident that he was lusting for you, desiring you.....

You decided that... instead of touching his body..... touching yours, would be way more fun. “ You should leave Y/n.... I told you no before, and I’ll say it again I-” his firm voice went limp at the sight of you. You were sprawled out on his mat, clothes discarded on the floor, touching your clit, collecting your slick before stuffing all three of your finger inside your sopping pussy. “ mmahha... you know… I can’t make myself cum without the mere thought of you

mmm-fuck, and now your right in front of me…. Do you know how wet that makes me….Do wanna feel it, Daddy?” you ask, moaning out, your fingers going faster as you see Neteyam licking his lips, eyeing you up and down. He breathes out with a heavy grunt, walking closer to you but stopping himself, trying to gain control.

Your hips bucked up, giving him a view of your wetness dripping out of you to your ass. “Aaaahhha, you don’t know how many times I imagined your cock, how many times I just wan-mmmhhhaa wanted to make it cum all over me….Do you want that Daddy-mmmha to cum all over me?” You moaned out, almost losing it. The thrill of this was exciting, his facial expressions making your pussy even more wet… but it was still so torturous having him so close and not having his hand on you. It was driving you insane. “Please, Daddy…I-ahhah need your cock” Your eyes closed from the denial. “PLEASE-“ Your wine was cut off by him yanking you up by your throat, your face a centimeter away from his.

“You!… are insatiable,” he said, his voice low and husky, his eye so dark holding desire. You bite his lip as a response, and he groans out . “Fuck, you want it...then cum first,” he says, slapping his hand on your cunt, collecting some of your slick before jamming all three of his fingers inside you. “OHA-” he placed his hand over your mouth before you could moan, backing you up on the wall. “You have to be quiet, princess. We wouldn't want to wake up anyway, now would we ?” He whispers as you moan into his hand. He speeds up his pace, his fingers moving so fast. “Would we?” you nod your head, biting his hand as your eyes roll back...

“That's what I thought.” the way his fingers moved and the sound of his grunt at seeing you in so much pleasure sent you over the edge, before you knew it, your cum was creaming his fingers. He slid them out of your pussy and into his mouth. “Mmm”......taste so good, princess...taste.” he said immediately kissing you. Your mouth danced as you tasted a sweet slop of yourself on his tongue. “mmm,” you moaned out, and as he pulled back with your lips between his teeth before they smacked back to their normalcy.

“Up,” he said, and you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist as your arms went around his neck. Neteyam reached behind him, unraveling his stringers from his tail, his loincloth immediately falling, and his cock slapped his torso.

The tip touched your folds, making you whine that he wasn't inside you, that you couldn't even see it. “Netey-aahho fuck” you moaned out as low as you could, not wanting anyone to hear you. “Fuck, your so tight, yawn.....such a tight pussy- fuck... This what you wanted yawne?... ” he said in a low voice as he slapped your ass, ramming into you like a Navi in rutt.

“YES YES YES YES” you whispered yelled to him, as he hit that spongy part inside of you just fucking right, pushing you towards your orgasm already. “Oh Ewya Nete-Ohha Daddy, I'm gonna cum” you said, looking directly into his eyes. He yanked on your tail, pulling you down on his cock, rutting into you even harder, coaxing your sweet pussy to cum. You clung to him, balancing yourself on his body and the wall as you started to shake.

“Fuck Daddy, I'm cumming.... cumming” you said as your eyes rolled back. “Such a good girl....princess, such a good fucking GIRL,” He whispered in your ear before he released you from his grasp, letting you slide down the wall. He jerked his cock off while looking at your spazzed-out body, calming down from your high. “Mmmm......such a fucking tease until your fucked out...huh?” He said, walking closer, his dick still in hand as he lean his other down, to pinch and roll your left nipple, you looked up at him spewing out a whimper, before looking at his length, finally getting to see.... he was monstrous but so beautiful...shit his girth and veins made your pussy throb again. He raised his hand to caressed your face, bringing it towards his cock.

“Now give me that little pretty mouth of yours, princess....” He shoved himself deep down your throat, causing you to gag and choke on his huge length, tears pooling out of your eyes. You put your hands on his side to stable yourself as he was ramming into your mouth, hard.

You tried to push him out to get some air into your burning lungs, but Neteyam held you tout by hair right at the top. “ I don't think so yawne, .....Daddy’s so close to cumming, and you-mmmah did say you were my slut, my toy....FUCK aaahhg,” he moaned silently as his warm cum dripped down your throat, his breath rugged, trying not to wake anyone.

He finally let you go with a slight push making you fail back on the wall. You gasped for air, looking up at him with teary eyes. “Please.....no more, please..” you said, still gasping for oxygen. “Sorry princess...but this is what you wanted, right? For me to want you, crave you.....mmm, desire you..... Well, I do, and I'm not stopping til I cum in the tight little pussy of yours, .....and breed it” He said, his voice a deep growl now, his eyes holding need and possession.

He leaned down to you, grabbing your legs pulling you up towards him. “I want you to ride me....Now” he said, falling on his back and taking you down with him to straddle his legs. After immediately in the position, herutted deep inside you, causing your eyes to go wide, you were about to scream, but Neteyam quickly leaned up, putting his hand over your mouth. You went harder on his cock, throwing your ass back, and he moaned out loud. You went to put your hand over his mouth as you, too fucked each other silly, his hips bucking and yours spasming down.

Your moans were getting louder as you two bite into each other's hands, feeling a slight euphoria from the pain. You looked into each other's gazes seeing that the other was so close to cumming. You both took your hands from each other's mouths to hold on to the other, Neteyam gripped your neck, and you grabbed his hair. You, too, rammed into each other till you couldn't take it anymore. Looking deep into the other's eyes, you both said.....”CUM!” demanding one another at the same time sent you both over the edge, together.....

You whimpered in his ear, feeling weak as he let out a gruntal moan in yours, feeling yours and his cum dripping out of you, a small trickle right down his shaft. You clawed at him, holding on to him for dear life “C..ca..can I be..be your now.....please,” you said, stuttering in a daze but still afraid he might pull away and reject you... He breathes out roughly, moving back to put his forehead on yours, caressing your face. “How could I leave the one thing my heart desires.....” he said before giving you a soft kiss on your lips and laying back with you still on top of him, his cock still inside you.

“Neteyam, ...... we can't sleep like this....” you chuckle a little, still so fucked out, before letting out a moan because of a sudden impact on your ass from Neteyam’s hand. “Go to sleep yawne......” and you did, nuzzling into his chest, closing your eyes.... finally so happy that you won the man of your dreams

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willowser · 10 months

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How much do I have to pay for more nerd Kiri?? CUZ I WILL

you see him again in the break room — which is odd, considering he's got his own on the other end of the building.

in the middle of reheating your lunch, staring dead-eyed into microwave as the seconds tick by, and then a little red blip is gracing the edges of your vision. when you look up from the 100-year-old creaking contraption, kirishima's back is turned — undoubtedly his back, considering the width — and his hands are fists at his sides and he's awkwardly shuffling back down the hall.

you pout a little, because you haven't been getting very far with him; all your attempts at flirting — both in person and over instant messenger — have gone either completely ignored or completely over his head, and you're starting to wonder if sero was just gassing you up as a prank. you wouldn't put it past him.

— but then he's back, facing you this time as he reenters the break room. the little wave he gives you is timid, as shy as the small up-turn of his lips.

"hey," you say conversationally, watching on as he nods and walks up to the cabinet above the microwave. kirishima peers inside for a long moment, like he can't find what he's looking for, though you have no idea what that could be. "forget something?"

"huh?" his eyes snap to you instantly, eyebrows raised. "no, no! i was just, uh, checking for, uh—" he shrugs then, taking a deep breath before offering you another smile. "how's the rubberband war going with hanta?"

"ugh, don't remind me," you roll your eyes as he laughs, quiet and cute. "it's 17 to 8 right now, and i'm surprised he hasn't taken out my eye yet."

"man," kirishima takes another long look into the cabinet before abandoning it to spin around and lean back against the counter. when he crosses his arms, you watch the material of his shirt strain over his biceps, the plush of his chest as he presses into his pecs. "you might wanna work on your aim."

"so i've been told," you stick your tongue out at him, lips curling when he has to look away in favor of scratching at the side of his thick neck, smiling at the floor. "you should help me, since you know how much of a menace he is."

"uh, yeah, i mean," he shrugs and pushing his glasses up his nose, having to blink when the lenses get too close to his long, dark eyelashes. "maybe i could make like, i don't know, a target or something on some sticky notes or—"

"no, lemme get some real practice in, by firing right at your cute little glasses here." when you gently tap the arm of them, his eyes shoot up to the ceiling, cheeks pink. all you get is a quiet uh. "c'mon, i'll make it worth your while. buy you a beer or something after work."

"nah, i can't—i can't let you do that."

you frown, feeling deflated once again. "why not?"

"because," the top button of his light blue shirt is undone and he fiddles with it for a moment, as he chews on his lip. "because i should be buying you the beer."

"okay," you grin and his eyes dart up, taking in the curve of your cheeks. "buy me one then."

"okay," the little laugh he lets out is full of nerves, but the smile on his face is charming, triumphant. "i've, uh, got dnd—or this, uh, game—sort of thing i play, or do, with my friends, but i can cancel!"

"oh, well, you have this 'game sort of thing that you do' at your house?" you grin again when he nods, cheeks red, and resist the urge to throttle him for being so fucking cute. "then why don't i have the beer at your place, so you don't have to cancel?"

"uh, no, no," kirishima's demeanor changes immediately as he stands straight, shaking his head as he stares down at his shoes. "no, it's, uh, kinda like—i don't know—weird, and i don't want you to have to sit through my nerd stuff."

"maybe i like nerd stuff," you bite your lip when he looks at you again, smothering another sultry little smile as his eyes zero in in your mouth. "dragons and elves and shit like that. after everybody leaves, we can play princess in a castle and you can be my knight in shining armor."

"uh," he laughs again, jittery, and takes a small step back when you try to lean into him. "i thought we were doing it—uh, doing the rubberband thing."

you can't help it; a small groan leaves your throat as you deflate. again. "kirishima, you're killing me here."

he exhales heavily, unable to even look at you as he speaks breathlessly. "sorry! uh, yeah, no, it starts at, um, 7 if you really wanna come."

"okay," you lightly tap your foot against his twice before turning back to the microwave, jabbing the numbers again because your food has surely gone cold at this point. "save me a seat, then."

"yeah, okay, i definitely will."

you can feel his eyes tracing over your profile, but if you have to look at his big, crimson eyes or pink cheeks any longer, you'll lose your mind, and so you direct your smile at the microwave. unceremoniously, he awkwardly shuffles around you, shoulders tense as he makes an abrupt exit.

— but he turns, suddenly, and when you look up, he's got one hand in his hair, gripping it lightly.

"did you really wanna do the princess thing or—i could, i don't know—" he turns away one last time when you can't help but to giggle, barely suppressing his own smile as you call out to him that, yes, you would love to do the princess thing, with him.

#no payment necessary !!!!!!#i have too much fun with this alfhskak fucking akfbdjakak dork !!!!!#i can't. i literally can't with him.#he makes me nuts i'm going nuts #i just wanna AKFBDIRHWKALOQ #he's such a AJDBFJEIQIANKZKAL #i have to go lie down i cant do this with him right now #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: kirishima #✿ theme: nerd kiri

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thornsnvultures · 11 months

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eddie munson x plus size!fem!reader, 18+

a little drabble loosely based on this text post cause I was having a feeling-bad-about-my-body day and I know eddie would be having absolutely none of that ♡

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Thick, ringed fingers holding you, pressing into where your tummy dips and fold and rolls. Your legs are spread wide, Eddie's thighs holding yours open, leaving you exposed, bared completely to the mirror in front of you. It's hard to look at first, your head turning into the soft curls at his neck, hiding from your reflection.

"Uh-uh. Look, baby. Look'it how she opens up for me."

It took a long time, learning how not to hate yourself. Learning that everything you hated about you was the opinion of someone who didn't love you, didn't care. It took a long time to look in the mirror and be okay, to accept. Not always celebrating, or loving, but sometimes admiring, appreciating. Understanding that your body didn't hold the entirety of your worth.

And Eddie did enough loving for the both of you anyway.

For a while you stayed away from skinny boys like him, afraid they'd do more damage to all that hard work. But Eddie... there was something different about him. You knew it right away. He wasn't ashamed to be seen with you, wasn't asking you to stay the night only to pretend like he didn't know who you were in front of his friends. He worshipped you, fully worshipped you properly. That can't keep his hands off you, needs you by his side 24/7, thinks you've hung the moon kind of worship.

It was intense at first. You thought he'd get tired of you, move on in a week or two have his fun until something better came along. But it's been months, years of him loving you like no one else has before and, no matter your own reservations about your body, you believe him when he tells you, when he shows you just how much.

His thick fingers delve into your core, a reward for finally looking back at your reflection. The sopping wet center of you wets his winding fingers, the sound obscene as he makes tight circles around your clit.

"The prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

You want to tease, to ask just how many he's seen to make that claim, but you can't form words with the way he's jackhammering his thick fingers in and out of your cunt.

"That's it, princess. Making such a mess for me."

Eddie presses kisses to your temple, down your soft jawline. You stare with rapt attention, jaw practically hanging to the floor and eyes glazed, hazy but laser focused on the ring of your creamy juices around Eddie's knuckles.

His fingers curl into the roof of your cunt, pushing, searching for your release like he needs it more than you do. He's begging in your ear for you to give it to him.

"Show me, princess. Shhhh, I got you," his other hand moves to your clit to work the aching nub when you whine, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. "Give it to me. Want you to see yourself cum. You're so pretty when you cum on my cock."

Your thighs tense and shake at the mention of his cock and you're bombarded with images of him bending you over in front of this mirror, his fat cock stuffed in your cunt to the base and before you can catch your breath you're screaming, clenching down on his fingers and wailing like a cat in heat. Your eyes never leave your sweaty, heaving body in the mirror. Full breats shuddering, shaking as you gasp for air. Your tummy clenching against Eddie's arm pressed to your middle, holding you tight.

"That's it. Fuck, that's it, baby."

Eddie drags his fingers from your pussy, pulsing and grasping for his fingers, begging them not to leave.

He catches your gaze in the mirror, watching you watching him with his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.

"Did so good for me, princess. So good, so beautiful."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x plus size!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #tw body insecurity #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson imagines #my fics #tbh i hate writing negative body shit but i needed to get this out of me

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void-wolfie · 11 months

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Seventy-Two

summary: a little arguing and some bad memories push you into a panic attack, good thing Tara's there to help you through it.

pairing: Tara Carpenter x gn!Reader

words: 1.3k

tw: some angst, some fluff... mentions of abuse, (very brief) mentions of drugs/alcohol, descriptions of panic/anxiety attacks

a/n: apparently I'm back on my angst train lol. I'm not a professional so apologies if this isn't completely accurate. Briefly based this on my own experiences and some light research.

*if anything here may be a trigger for you, please don't read

You set your motorcycle helmet in your locker, grabbing out the few textbooks you'd need for the day and slamming the locker door shut.

"Where've you been?"

You jumped a little, not having expected the shorter girl to be on the other side of the locker door.

"Hi, Tara. Good morning to you too. Oh, I'm fine thanks for asking," You snarked, disregarding the girl and heading towards your first class.

She sighed, you two played this little game too often. Out in public, it was sideways glances and off-the-cuff remarks. She only ever got to see the real you when you were alone.

Right now, there were eyes everywhere; students and teachers alike all crowding the halls, trying to get to classes. She wouldn't get anything out of you here.

She grabbed you by the arm and yanked you into an empty classroom, making sure to shut the door behind you.

"Anyone ever tell you, you're tenacious." You smirked, looking around the empty classroom in boredom. Turning back around, you noticed the less-than-enthused look on her face.

"Anyone ever tell you, you're annoying."

"Actually you, every time we talk,"

You didn't take the jab to heart; she was just worried and stressed.

"Where've you been?" she asked again, her calm demeanor slipping away.

"Awe, do you actually care for me, princess?"

She huffed, rubbing her eyes with her fingers, something she often did when annoyed. Her patience was running thin, and classes hadn't even started yet.

"I've been trying to text you. Wes told me your dad had to bail you out for drug charges, then you go M.I.A. for two weeks and come back looking like you had the shit beat out of you."

"Yeah, well what else did Wes tell ya?"

You didn't exactly like Wes. He wasn't terrible but his nose was always stuck in someone else's business, which irritated the living hell out of you.

That, plus the fact you couldn't help but be jealous over their relationship. You know you shouldn't be, after all, they're just friends. But nothing ticked you off quite like Wes following Tara around like a lost puppy dog for everyone to see, while your relationship with the girl only existed behind closed doors.

"He told me your dad looked mad, like seriously pissed off." She took a few steps closer, getting into your personal space, not that you minded. You flinched slightly as her hands cupped your face, her thumb lightly tracing your black eye. "Did he do this to you, your dad?"

Despite the voice in your head screaming to finally admit it, to tell the whole world about the shit he puts you through, you just couldn't do it. You shook your head no, quickly wiping at the tears that threatened to fall.

You pulled yourself away from her, stepping further into the classroom to try and get some space.

"Then who did?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Have you looked in a mirror, you look like shit. Of course, it matters."

"Just leave it alone, Tara."

She wouldn't understand, you barely even did yourself. You just couldn't turn him in.

The man may be an abusive asshole and borderline alcoholic, but he's still your dad. For every terrible memory, there was a good one.

Sure, he'd beaten you to a pulp, hit you countless times before, and who even knows how much therapy you'd need one day. But he'd also bought you your first motorcycle, taught you how to do oil changes and engine repairs, he helped you prepare for softball tournaments and school projects.

It was all just so conflicting.

"y/n?"

You were so lost in your thoughts you barely noticed the tightness in your chest or the way your fingernails dug into the skin of your palms, almost drawing blood. You were lost in your memories trying to figure out where it all went wrong.

You were completely overwhelmed. Your entire world was crumbling down around you. It felt like you were drowning with no end in sight.

You yanked your backpack off, then your jacket, gripping the desk in front of you as you tried to figure out how to breathe again.

"y/n?"

She'd never seen you like this before. You were always so strong, so guarded. And yet here you were, looking the most vulnerable she'd ever seen you.

"I- I can’t-" you stumbled over your words, not sure how to form anything coherent with the dizziness in your head and tightness in your chest.

You sat down on the floor, leaning your back against the teacher’s desk as the world spun in front of you.

Tara recognized that look, she'd seen it in Sam countless times before. You were having a panic attack.

"Shit."

She dropped her bag, getting down on the ground next to you, careful not to crowd you in case it only made it worse.

"Hey, you’re good at math, right?"

You looked at her a bit puzzled but nodded nonetheless. What the fuck does math have to do with anything right now?

"Ok, what's six plus four?"

"T-Ten." You wheezed out an answer, still focusing on trying to get your breathing under control.

"Good, now what's nine times three?"

She could tell you were still overwhelmed, not really focused on her at the moment. Your eyes seemed dazed as they darted around the room.

"Hey," She grabbed your hand gently, interlacing your fingers, "focus on me, ok?"

That seemed to work, grabbing your attention, "What's nine times three?"

"...Twenty-seven,"

She was doing her best to stay calm, even if the sight of you hurting was killing her inside. But she'd done this before, she knew what she was doing... well, mostly.

The research she'd done over the years rang out in her head. Stay calm, get them to slow their breathing. Make your own breathing relaxed, keep it slow and even-paced, and theirs will follow suit... Get them to focus on something else for the time being... If things get worse, call for help...

"Good, and what about seven times eight?"

"...Fifty-six,"

"Five times eleven?"

"Fifty-five,"

Now she had your attention. You didn't notice but your breathing had started slowing down and your fists weren't clenched as tight. You were starting to relax a bit.

"Ok, what about forty-five divided by three?"

"Fifteen."

"And sixty divided by five?"

"Twelve,"

"Good," you were finally calm again, mostly anyways, "want me to keep going?"

You were exhausted, you felt a little better, not great, but better. Your head didn't feel like it was going to explode anymore, and your heart wasn't beating out of your chest.

You shook your head no, not wanting to do any more math. You patted the spot next to you, which Tara happily filled, glad to see you weren't hyperventilating anymore.

You closed your eyes and rested your head on her shoulder.

"So, am I officially smarter than a fifth grader?"

She rolled her eyes, not that you could see that, too busy cuddling into her side, "not a chance,"

"Your just jealous I'm better at my times tables than you are,"

She didn't have to look down at you to know you were smirking. But she did anyway, finding it adorable with the way your eyes were still closed and you were leaning into her.

It was almost comical, she thought, looking down at you. The big scary drug dealer with a fuck-around-and-find-out attitude and a deadly glare cuddling into the popular girl who has the personality (and height) of a teddy bear. If anyone else at school saw this, they probably would've thought they were hallucinating.

She scoffed, "that's so not true."

"What's nine times eight?"

There was a moment of silence, in which you couldn't help but smile a little brighter.

"I hate you."

"Seventy-two."

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