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arminsumi · 8 months

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DO IT RIGHT — 五夏

SatoSugu ⋅ fem reader

🔞 suggestive / partly n.sfw

SUMMARY — Suguru and Satoru each have their own differing ideas of what makes a good make out session.

WARNINGS — make outs n kissing, SatoSugu, jealousy, light angst, they fight over u, lovably annoying gojo, calling you sl*t playfully, "dirty girl" n maybe other nicknames, smidge of sexual tension/undertones ig

WORDCOUNT — 2.4k

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" Slow and sensual; that's how it's supposed to be done, Satoru. You rush your kisses. You're too chaotic. "

" Yuh but I get more bitches than y — "

" — when was the last time you kissed a woman ? "

" Junior high. "

Suguru started cackling. The two of them were sat in your living room apartment. You peered at them from over your computer, the blue light glaring in your eyes.

" What the fuck are you two on about ? " you asked, taking your earphones out completely and halting the progress of your essay.

" None of your business. "

You sighed in response. That was such an expected response from Satoru.

" We were debating what makes a good make out session. You know, like ' fast or slow ' ? ' Chaotic or sensual ' ? Mister six eyes over here has opposition to my beliefs as usual — don't fuckin' wink at me, you freak. "

Satoru giggled. " Of course, 'cause your beliefs are flawed and quite frankly you're full of shit. Blech. Hey, you agree, don't you ? "

You looked up in thought for yourself.

" I don't know. See, chaotic movie-like kisses are something lots of people want. But then again, lots of people prefer slow and romantic kisses. They really want to intertwine bodies with their lover and — "

Suguru completed your thought.

" — and become one with each other. Yeah, you get me. "

" Hey now, I'm not saying I agree with either of you. I haven't even kissed one of you. Maybe you're both shit at kissing, now that I think 'bout it. Haha. " you chuckled to yourself.

The boys raised their brows at you. Ah, a common ground; both taking offense from you.

" Why don't you come over here 'n experiment with us, princess ? " Suguru murmured condescendingly. His earrings caught your eye.

Your stomach dropped. " Huh ? " you blinked dumbly.

" Don't get all coy with us now. Come over here. " Suguru teased.

Satoru arched a brow at you and smirked. " Yeah, come. You can help us settle this debate. "

" Mhm. " Suguru nodded.

You were reluctant, because... well, this could fuck up the friendship, right? They didn't seem to mind that, as they entrapped you between their bodies and kept you there. Imprisoned between their competing passion.

" Me first ? "

" Uh, no way, asshole. Me first. "

" I'll choose. "

" Nah, let's flip a coin. "

So they flipped a coin at Satoru's insistence.

" Call it. " Suguru said.

" Heads. " Satoru called.

You observed Suguru's attractive, veiny hands as he tossed the coin and caught it, smacking it onto the back of his hand.

" . . . heads. " Suguru groaned.

" Yay . . . smooches for Satoru. " Satoru cheered.

" You're so cringe. " you said, crinkling your nose.

" Shut up or I'll stick my tongue down your throat — "

" — you mean you weren't planning to do that ? What a pity. I like French kissing. " you teased.

That caught the boys attention. They exchanged a look, and now a tension built up between you three.

" Okay, if you want me to, then I will. " Satoru tried to remain confident, but the idea of French kissing you was destroying his cool composure.

" I want you to. So get to it, boy. " you said.

Suguru raised his brows at Satoru and smirked. He sat to your left, long leg propped along the edge of the couch, encasing you there.

Just before Satoru leaned in to kiss you, swift and cheeky as he was, Suguru interrupted with a quick, teacher-like stutter.

" Hey, nonono. We're setting a timer. Five minutes each, precisely. "

" Of course. " Satoru rolled his eyes. " Well hurry up then. "

" Impatient much ? " you chuckled under your breath. Satoru went a bit red.

The split second Suguru started the timer on his phone, Satoru engulfed you in a kiss that nearly knocked the wind out of you. He was chaotic. Feverish. Gliding those candied lips across yours was up there with the best decisions he's ever made.

He tilted his head into the kiss, tongue swiping and slipping in eagerly to play with yours. And with how he French kissed, you almost wanted to giggle; he was so playful.

Suguru watched. And observed. And thought about how he's going to win you over with his approach to kissing. What you needed, he thought while seeing how Satoru whimpered into your mouth, was a sensual man who takes his time.

" Time's up. "

" What the fu- "

A string of saliva connected you and Satoru, his lips felt tingly and he still wanted more even after devouring you.

" Five minutes go by so quick . . . "

" Uh-huh. When you're having fun. Sooo ? " Satoru looked at you expectantly.

" Rather hold back your judgment until you've tasted me, hm ? " Suguru stopped you before you made any comment on his best friend's kissing style. " Come on. Come closer. I don't bite. " he said, making the last part sound so sultry that a shiver ran down your spin.

Now Suguru . . . oh boy, Suguru. How he kissed. You were already dizzy from Satoru's fervor. But Suguru ? One little peck at your chin to test. Then he pressed teasing, leadup kisses to the corner of your lips.

" Su — " he muffled your call of his name with his lips, drinking up the rest of the syllables like a thirsty wolf.

His big hands molded to the back of your head, tangling up into your hair. Tilt tilt tilt. Press. Such a deep and hard kiss. You felt like your perception of reality got fucked up a little for a moment there.

He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, wetting it, and once you opened your mouth for him he just smirked at your acceptance. In his mind, he was aiming to kiss you like he was converting you. Damn near kissed like a cult leader, you don't know why but you thought of that description right then.

That buttery soft tongue made you moan. The sound caught both the boy's off-guard.

And then the poor white-haired boy started glaring.

" Okay, okay, time's basically up. "

" Hmmmf ? " you looked dazed.

" How much time was left before you just cancelled that ? " Suguru squinted annoyedly at his best friend, hands still keeping you in place. His lips were barely parted from yours, so every shake of subtle anger in his vocals vibrated subtly across your lips.

" I dunno, fifty-two seconds ? "

" That's almost a whole minute left you asshole ! "

" Yeah so ?! You gonna fight me over it, big boy ? " Satoru challenged.

" What are you getting so jealous for ? "

You widened your eyes at the argument springing to life. The air felt so tense and hot. You could feel their heats radiating from their faces as they flushed from anger.

" What are you kissing her so deeply for ? Are you trying to fucking prove something ? "

" Oooooooh, pretty boy is jealous jealous. " Suguru said venomously.

" Boys, please don't fight. This is not such a big deal. " your voice came in between them.

They looked at you bitterly.

" Whose kiss did you like better ? " Satoru asked.

" Mine. No offence, but Satoru you kiss like a fucking high schooler. "

Satoru clenched his jaw. " I was asking her — not you, Suguru, baby. "

Oh he's angry angry you thought. Satoru always used nicknames with people he liked, but when the word baby came out of his mouth in that tone? God have mercy on whoever's on the receiving end. Unless it was someone who could match that intensity...

" I'll tell you what I liked and disliked about both of you . . . to be fair. Okay ? How's that sound, boys ? "

God they loved it when you called them like that. Yeah, they're your boys alright. They loved being your boys.

" Okay . . . sure. That's fair. Go ahead. " Suguru said. A small nervousness crept across his chest, but he hid it well.

You paused for just a moment to collect your thoughts.

" Damn just spill already ! "

" Let her think, Satoru. Impatient bitch. "

" I will fucking bite you. "

" Then bite me. "

" Boys. Calm down. "

So they listened. Your word was supreme, after all. If you told them to stop, they stopped.

You tilted your head and slowly began laying the truth on them. " I liked the way you held the back of my head so possessively, it was really hot . . . " you told, directing at Suguru.

Satoru grimaced. Why didn't he do that? He was mentally kicking himself.

" . . . but I preferred how dramatically you kissed me. " you directed to the sulking white-haired boy. Then his features lightened a bit.

" And ? " Suguru encouraged, eager to hear more praises.

They leaned in very close for the fact they were just listening to you speak.

" I didn't like how sloppy and wet Satoru was. "

Satoru cringed at himself. He was very self-conscious about being a sloppy kisser.

" Haha, sloppy kisser. "

" Suguru shut the fuck up. "

You quickly turned down the heat between them and knocked Suguru off his high horse.

" You're a bit of a show-off kisser, not as romantic as I imagined you to be. It feels like you were trying too hard to win me over, or something. "

Oh, he hated that you could deduce that. He really thought he had you.

" Fair enough . . . " it was his turn to sulk.

Satoru smirked. " So you prefer me ? " he winked, " I mean, of course you do. "

" No. I like both of you. "

" Okay, slut. " Satoru rolled his eyes. " If you had to choose — "

" Don't worry about offending us, we can take it. "

" Yeah right, you're gonna fucking cry if she chooses me. " Satoru cheeked.

The tension rose between them again. But this time, there was this... oddly violent passion. Some sort of suppressed, stifled romanticness brewed between them. It's always underlined their conversations before, even their arguments. This indescribable, undeniable tension — not the jokingly " I'm so gay for my best friend " stuff. No, something genuine. Something that was not a joke.

" Why don't you kiss each other ? " you blurted out.

Satoru looked at you like you were crazy. " What the fuck ? "

" I mean, to make it fair . . . and get better insight into how the both of you kiss ? I-I don't know, just a thought. "

" Just a thought ? A horny thought I bet. " Satoru chuckled. He was going red in the face. And so was Suguru.

" What the hell. I'm innocent. " you defended.

" Riiight. "

Suguru had been thoughtfully quiet. Then he finally spoke.

" . . . I'm down. "

" WHAT. " Satoru freaked out. His face went completely red now. You could feel how hot he was.

" Yeah let's go for it. " Suguru shrugged.

He froze up. His heart palpitated. Stomach dropped. Eyes went blown wide open.

" I-I-I yeah ? Okay ? Sure. Yeah. Alright. Then. Let's. Do — it. "

" Wow, I don't think I've ever heard you stutter like this, Satoru. " you teased.

" Shut up ?! Shut up. Let's just do it and get it over with. "

" Yeah. Okay. Come here. "

" What the fu- you come here. "

Suguru raised his brows at him. " Seriously ? "

" I'm more dom than you. " Satoru said proudly. " Come here. "

" Nah, you come here. "

" No way ! "

You sighed. " Wow, this is going to take a while. "

" Nonono, we're doing it — " he kissed him, " — see ? "

" Satoru, such a cute peck. We're supposed to make out. That's what you want, right Y/n ? "

You stomach flipped. His tone. His damn tone. That cocky glint in his eyes. Suguru was so teasingly seductive right then.

" Y-yeah. For five minutes. Just like we did. "

" Okay. Set a timer. "

Satoru looked like he was shocked from how fast he just kissed his best friend. Such a short peck had his stomach doing loopies. You could tell he was going through a crisis.

" 'kay, timer's on. "

So they melted their lips against each other right in front of you. Satoru was stiff at first, but loosened up the deeper he fell into his best friend's kiss. More than that, he succumbed to the sultry feelings that Suguru radiated. You know, he just had that thing about him. That air. He was alluring and enticing, almost dangerously so at times.

You listened. Watched. Glanced down at the timer. Really, you set a stopwatch, not a timer. A little experiment. You wanted to see how long they'd take to realize how long they've been kissing for.

And it's well over five minutes. Lips smacking, heads tilting, bodies coming closer. Suguru's bangs brushing over Satoru's cheeks, hands cupping his flushed cheeks. What a sight. Two pretty best friends going breathless over each other.

" 'how long's it been ? " Satoru mumbles in between kisses, totally in a dazed state.

You hide your smirk. " Just a bit left. "

Suguru gave you a suspicious side eye. Oh, butterflies. He caught onto you right then.

He thought;

Well if you want us to put on a show, we'll put on a show. Just for you.

And dipped his tongue between Satoru's parted lips, erotically swirling around — slow, sensual, languid.

" ahmmm ~ " Satoru almost made a noise close to a moan, and then got embarrassed.

You gulped and watched. Did they forget they were doing this in front of you? Your face was right there.

You stared hard.

Suguru smirked and parted from the kiss, holding the face of a dazed-looking Satoru in the palms of his hands as he spoke to you.

" Did you even set a timer ? Ah, whatever. Stop staring, dirty girl. Come join the fun. Three's company, you know ? "

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hs-is-loml · 11 months

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Ever Letting Go. (cl16)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Summary: while the f1 couples are slowly breaking up, fans are stressed and try to protect the last ferrari wag standing.

Type: Social Media AU! face claim is Angela Giakas

Warnings: like 4 grammar mistakes in the twitter threads

a/n: this was extremely fun to make

all translations of french come from google! english translations are in parentheses!!

masterlist

instagram

yourusername has posted

liked by selenagomez, harrystyles, charles_leclerc, and 1,591,728 others

yourusername here's two pics from my little vacation 🥰

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welovey/n are you guys seeing all the tweets about charles and y/n?!

→ thatonebakucorner people are so funny 😭

→ pleasemarrymey/n the lightning mcqueen ones took me out

selenagomez always a beauty! 🤍

danielricciardo did you get me the wine i asked for?

→ landonorris not fair you were allowed to ask for something?!

→ yourusername yes, i got it, danny. and lando, quit whining you know i got you something too

childofdivorce is charles not with her??

→ ihavetrustissues he better be.

→ y/nismother istg those rumors better not be true

→ protectthewags if he's not, he's crying in a corner somewhere

whatacrossover not harry liking y/n's post knowing she's got a bf

→ y/nisaneed he's ready for when that crybaby messes up

→ gayforf1wags no, i think it was my turn next...

twitter

instagram

yourusername has posted a story

twitter

instagram

charles_leclerc has posted

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charles_leclerc guys, who do you think took the damn pictures of y/n anyways? besides that as if i would ever let y/n go. mon amour, c'est toi et moi pour toujours. (my love, it's you and me forever)

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landonorris did you see the lechair tweet?😭

→ charles_leclerc oh, fuck off

→ carlossainz55 the lightning mcqueen ones were even better

→ charles_leclerc not you too, mate...

welovey/n charles fr said "my woman" when saw the tweets about harry stealing his girl

→ oneaddiction we know harry could if he wanted to tho...

→ charlesandy/nforever as if y/n isn't as down bad for charles as he is for her

yourusername i'll love you always, mon chéri❤️ (my darling)

→ liked by charles_leclerc and 1,596

scuderiaferrari our favourite couple!

pierregasly don't let charles fool you, he was starting to sweat when the harry styles liked y/n's post...

→ charles_leclerc i know where you are right now, and i'll come after you.

yourusername has posted

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yourusername thank you to everyone who was so worried about us on twitter and our insta comments. you guys are so incredibly funny, and you bet i showed that lechair guy all memes about him (he secretly loved it). charles and i are doing absolutely amazing! also here's some more pictures from our vacation together, he truly makes me the happiest, and i will forever be grateful for him❤️

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yourusername p.s i got him the new watch from my story just for vacation lol... richard mille please do not come after my bf

landonorris ew couples🤢

danielriccarido you should've let them freak out more tbh

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y/n'ssecretlover the fact you guys were completely okay while the hashtag "savey/nandcharles" was trending on twitter 😭

carlossainz55 charles is still staring at your pictures, so give him a second to comment...

→ f1wags not carlos exposing charles, give the man a break

→ charlesstolenwatch fr stressing him out more than xavi during a race

charles_leclerc mon amour, thank you for always sticking with me ❤️

→ yourusername 💋💋

zendaya girl, i know how twitter gets, and they're insane

→ yourusername they make up the craziest things!

gayfory/n my praying worked.

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #f1 x you #f1 x reader #charles leclerc social media au #formula 1 imagine #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fluff #formula 1 #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc headcanon #fanfic #fluff #social media au

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jarofstyles · 6 months

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Jarofstyles Fic Rec 2023 🪽

hello my loves! Here is our updated fic rec.

[some may be repeats of last year because we reread them!]

Also check out our fic rec account, @jarofstylesrecs for some we most definitely missed!

There are so many I want to put on here and I’ll update it again, but here we are! Let me know of any fics you recommend 🩷

WATTPAD-

Bambi- vanillasoy (or @queenofgraveyards here) (ceo soft H, in my top 5)

Flower- vanillasoy (bodyguard/grumpy h x sunshine ofc)

Devil’s Due- petite_cerise (classic dark!H)

Adonis- temptress_ (dark!H and fierce OFC)

Valhalla- temptress_ (Viking!H)

Baby Blue- theasstour (artist!H and model y/n)

Lucky Penny- alisonfelix (teacher h, soft, ofc finding herself)

Informed Consent- alisonfelix (college romance, absolutely tooth rotting fluff I’m obsessed)

One Night Stand- alisonfelix (short story, pregnancy one night stand plot. A lil angsty but cute)

Ladybug- _screamingcolour (50’s au, super cute)

Pirouette- _screamingcolour (ballerina ofc, so fucking cute it hurts)

Flower Girl- sushirrrry (idk how to describe but chef’s kiss)

Celestial- sushirrrry (WIP, it hurts but it feels good, nerdy h who loves the stars)

Wildflowers- latenightgab (assholeish tattoorry, single dad)

Jezebel- latenightgab (sugar daddy ceo x dancer teacher)

Office Hours- latenightgab (lawyer and professor H x student)

Pink Slip- stillhurtingstyles (plus size! Assistant y/n x boss h)

Always - styleslegend (my OG favorite fic, nerdy h x popular y/n, old but good)

A Lifetime With You- anenglishbird (supernatural au, witchy, adore it)

Inclination- peanutboyfriend (sexuality discovery, so good)

Aerial- peanutboyfriend (aerialist h and ofc, 60’s set, another top 10 fic)

1789- everlasts (period piece, just read it. French Revolution)

Breaking The Ice- sarbearfive (hockey!H)

Sail My Ridges- @1800titz (new but soooo fucking good. Piraterry, writing is phenomenal as usual)

The Devil is a Gentleman- @1800titz (again, writing is incredible. Kink heavy, lovely, bdsm club, masks, real estate agent H- just please read it)

Sinners Place- @shroombloomm (so fucking good, preistrry, all the good drama, 10/10)

Do I Wanna Know? - @eatyourhoneyh (trust me, stripper ofc. Obsessed)

Boston- witchysunflower (hockey h, cheating plot)

Haste- htownrry (pregnancy plot but unconventional, racer h, very good)

TUMBLR-

Prosecco- @moonchildstyles (older!H)

Gravity- @moonchildstyles (camboyrry)

Aster- @moonchildstyles (tattoorry grumpy sunshine)

Èlan- @moonchildstyles (bodyguardrry that pulled my heart strings)

firemanrry- @jawllines (softest H, made of sugar and the little puppy :( )

Ballerinarry- @jawllines (enemies to lovers, obsessed)

Young American- @0nlythrowharrybeaux (tattoo artists h and y/n, so well written)

Wolves- @0nlythrowharrybeaux (Wolfrry!!!)

A Good Fit- @0nlythrowharrybeaux (trust me, read)

LVRS CLUB- @0nlythrowharrybeaux (sex club slay)

Best Friend’s Dadrry- @gurugirl (exactly what it says. So good)

The Arrangement- @gurugirl (sugar daddy h!)

The Ex- @gurugirl (trusf me again)

The whole Knockout series- @freedomfireflies (yall don’t even know how feral this series makes me…)

404- @freedomfireflies (again obsessed, nerdy enemies chefs kiss)

Silk and Rope- @cupid-styles (dom/sub dynamic, so soft)

Only Angel- @cupid-styles (tattorry, experienced h, shy y/n)

Complicated Freak- @lukesaprince (best friends Dadrry is a weakness)

Rich- @lukesaprince (older! H, age gap,)

Mutually Beneficial - @cherryjuiceblues (Dom/sub dynamics, perfection!)

Could You Live With Just a Taste- @frioamor (Dom/sub, smut is mind blowing)

Love’s Divine- @atlafan (nanny!h omg)

Peaches & Cream- @atlafan (anything they write tbh)

You’re Someone I Just Want Around- @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy & @sunflowervolvimp3 (I put this every year bc I reread it every single year. I’m obsessed. My Roman Empire. I’ve never heard ‘like real people do’ the same since.)

Please You- @adorebeaa (again just trust me)?

Wolfrry- @adorebeaa (please I’m obsessed w this and the smut is incredible)

The Dark King- @shroombloomm (so so so so so good, dark obviously but I love it)

Achilles Heel- @angelisverba (I’m obsessed w their writing and plugrry but this smut is mind blowing)

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marlenesluv · 7 months

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Book Lover. Part 2. (LN)

summary: more of being landos booktuber girlfriend who posts books, music, coffee, and her boyfriend lando.

check out part 1: part 1

warnings: none

masterlist link -> masterlist link

^ check out my list for all posts! ^

liked by: landonorris, saracarrolli, and 271,824 others

y/n.user: paddock reading while your bf trains >

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landonorris: you could train with me

↳ y/n.user: like…workout?? no. thanks

↳ yukitsunoda0511: i also don’t like working out

bookbabes: the perks of being a wallflower 😩🫶

haleypham: reading while your bf does his sport >

↳ y/n.user: sooo true

formula1fan: the way y/n goes with lando everywhere is so cute

↳ y/n.fp: shes said before that shes never missed an event and always makes sure to go🥹

pagesgalore: my book queeeennnnn

saracarrolli: when is ur new vid coming out, bestie😁

↳ y/n.user: this friday at 8am!!😁🤗

↳ user5: A COLLAB I SUSPECT????

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landonorris: she looks around for books, while i suck down a strawberry acai refresher 😋

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y/n.user: you INHALE those refreshers….

↳ landonorris: they are DELECTABLE

↳ carlossainz55: that’s a big word for you

f1wags: when your favorite wag reads >

papayaboys: he is so whipped, your honor

formula1edits: the way he spoils her?? need

↳ user4: does he buy her books or sum?

↳ formula1edits: hes said that he likes to buy them and spoil her 🫠

francisca.cgomes: need me a bf like this fr

↳ pierregasly: you HAVE a bf like that

↳ francisca.cgomes: you hate shopping with me🙄

↳ pierregasly: because you shop for 10 hours KIKA

↳ francisca.cgomes: SO?????

booksbabyyy: that’s so freaking adorable

maxfewtrell: you forgot to mention that i was also there….

↳ y/n.user: yeah, eating a bagel and looking at legos for us

↳ landonorris: which we appreciate because we love legos

↳ y/n.user: so true

aaronwarnersgf: when they are a book and lego couple >

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y/n.user: french novels and landos hat 🧡

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austen4life: our girl is finally reading some french literature yesss

landonorris: you were too focused on the book and not me :(

↳ carlossainz55: oh no, she must like reading more than talking to you

↳ y/n.user: when will you STOP BEING MEAN CARLOS

inbetweenpages: why does he look so grumpy

↳ landofanpage: hes a sassy scorpio💁‍♂️

charles_leclerc: you’re finally reading the french novel i told you about?

↳ y/n.user: yes 😌 and it’s so good

↳ charles_leclerc: i told you

user5: lando do be staring hard LMAO

swiftie22: my fav swifties <3

↳ taylorandf1: realllll

booksgalore4: y/n’s book posts >

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your instagram story:

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landonorris: “august slipped away into a moment of time”

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y/n.user: you’re too cute, lan❤️

↳ landonorris: i used her quote correctly??

↳ y/n.user: yes, babe

↳ landonorris: 😁

user2: the pictures he takes of y/n are so sweet

bookgirlieeee: was a book fan first, but now i’m an f1 fan too thx to y/n

↳ f1inthebooks: but we all love it

carlandoo554: who took the carlando pic omgggg

↳ y/nandlandoo: prolly y/n lol

lilymhe: CUTIESSSSS

↳ y/n.user: 🫶🫶

user7: lando sleeping on his clothes LMAOOO HELP

f1wags: august was such a good content month fr

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y/n.user: first video on my yt with no books and all grid! had a nice dinner, partied, slept, games, and lando taught me how to dj…okkk🪩

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danielricciardo: all of y/n’s fans bc theres no books: 😰😬

↳ y/n.user: 😓

landonorris: my multi talented gf☺️❤️

↳ y/n.user: 😁❤️

bookbabes: living for dj y/n

user4: okkkk i’m living for this

rhysbatbae: missing book content rn

↳ y/n.user: i promise i’m still posting my books, dw

carlossainz55: i am the monopoly champion🤪

↳ maxverstappen1: no, you’re not. we were all j too drunk

↳ y/n.user: LOL

↳ carlossainz55: whatever 🙄

des.sidster: you just casually learning how to dj in monaco is so iconic. miss you sm!

↳ y/n.user: it was so fun. miss you sm too, des!

aaronwarner554: living vicariously through y/n, she has sm fun ugh

dr3edits: lmaooo, daniel sleeping 😭

f1wags: the cutestttt

pierregasly: i cant wait till we all hangout again!

↳ charles_leclerc: i cant either! it was a lot of fun

↳ lewishamilton: i liked when y/n fell down the stairs at charles’ house, i’d like to see that again

↳ y/n.user: that rly hurt🤕

↳ landonorris: guys. don’t be mean.

↳ pierregasly: okay dad

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hoonvrs · 1 year

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NOONA — p. sunghoon smau

PAIRING younger!sunghoon x older!fmr

SYNOPSIS park sunghoon experienced love at first sight when he first laid eyes on his friends older sister. a series of sunghoon desperately trying to do anything in his power to get the girl and yang jungwon cockblocking him for funsies.

GENRE smau, fluff, highschool/college au, crack, sunghoon having no shame

FEATURING ( enha ) all, ( aespa ) karina + winter, ( txt ) beomgyu + soobin, ( loona ) olivia hye

WARNINGS swearing, kys/kms jokes, friendly bullying, dick/sex jokes, sunghoon crying every other chapter ( more will be added if necessary )

STATUS complete

TAGLIST (CLOSED)

S. NOTE adding this note here to remind everyone to not spam like! it shadowbans my posts and lessens my engagement, enjoy <3

PROFILES loser lamo wannabe | WOMEN IN STEM (and man) | privs

CHAPTERS

01 | BLONDE JAKE HATE PAGE

02 | surprise shawty!

03 | what’s her name, quickly

04 | why’s he kinda…

05 | not a virgin anymore

06 | all da virgins mad😹

07 | do it for noona

08 | he’s out of line. let’s kill him.

09 | we both crode (+written 0.5k)

10 | you are scaring the hoes

11 | not living not laughing not loving

12 | she won’t me

13 | sounds sus…

14 | hey dweeb

15 | me n her are like this🤞🏼

16 | you wanna kiss me so bad

17 | i’m bathed in his blood

↳ extra: can you fight

18 | never beating them delusions

19 | what the actual fuck dawg

20 | you scare me sometimes

21 | what did you just call me

22 | hoes be mad

23 | gotta make mommy proud

24 | HES SO!:&:@2’d

25 | no comment

26 | the sexy six (+heeseung)

27 | y’all

28 | messy girls

29 | a little birdie told me

30 | i’m better than her

31 | BRING HER BACK🗣️

32 | heart brocken

↳ extra: ask me if i care

33 | i’ll understand

34 | I WAS A LITTLE EMOSH

35 | is it cause i’m too swaggie

36 | imma dawg imma freak

37 | y’all hear sumn😰

38 | ruh oh

39 | liverboy

40 | what if i was suicidal

41 | omg hes fucking french

42 | girl what

↳ extra: i can fix her❤️

43 | virgin with a capital P (+written 0.4k)

44 | in big 20 23

45 | kill you’reself

46 | i hate virgins

47 | we’re breaking up.

48 | the ‘park’ date (+written 0.4k)

49 | YOU CANNY TRICK MEH

50 | i’m gonna eat him

51 | not you lying on my name

52 | back up missy

↳ extra: deez nuts

53 | WELL THATS TOO DAMN BAD

54 | shut up 5’9

55 | /sad

56 | have some shame

57 | elimination

58 | do it No balls.

59 | past tense of see. seew

60 | CIC

↳ extra: random

EP1 | proof or it didn’t happen

EP2 | his ass is NOT studying

EP3 | #SNOWAPPDIE

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essentiallyleaf · 8 months

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day 06. dacryphilia. with. karina.

964 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, friends to lovers(?), dacryphilia (that’s being aroused by tears btw), deepthroating, sex toys, choking, overstimulation, tit slapping, basically unedited, boring tags.

notes.

a little bit of a shorter one today, i was planning on releasing a different fic, but didn’t like how that was coming out and had to write this last second. hope it’s not too bad. weepily, leaf.

It was the exact moment you reached the back of her throat that Jimin’s eyes started to glisten. Not the same way they did when you suggested pizza night to her, no, it was obviously a lewder, more desperate way, but somehow still as affectionate, as enthusiastic do be able to spend time with you doing something that she loves. And while it was clear since you two were best buddies in high school that she loved eating an entire burrata pizza while watching baseball with you, it took a little longer for her to find out that she loved leaving cherry lipstick marks on the base of your cock while you deepthroated her, as well.

Then Chaehyun’s house party happened. Chaehyun was one of Jimin’s best friends since before you knew her, you weren’t particularly close to her, maybe she was jealous of you, the shiny, (only relatively) new boy that just popped up in high school, and quickly became the person Jimin shares her secrets with - one time, she told you, she was trying to flirt with this girl that was in her French class, so she made a paper plane with her number written on the inside and threw it at her, but the paper plane “got caught in the wind” (“It was poorly built, just say it!” “Bro, bet that if we built one each right now, mine would fall further!” - it did) and hit the teacher’s back; fortunately he didn’t open it and just threw it in the bin thinking it was a joke in bad taste, but when at the end of the class she asked the girl out, the girl completely freaked out, telling her that she wasn’t out yet and that if her parents found out she’d be dead; they never spoke again. Or maybe she wasn’t jealous and you were just trying to demean her because you felt that this competition for being Jimin’s one and only was a real thing.

Anyway, late into Chaehyun’s house party, you and Jimin started nosing around in her upper floor, and specifically her room, and she found this purple vibrator (she said she had no idea it was there, but you knew she had been in that room before plenty of times - you’re not trying to imply anything, just, she is the type of girl who might decide to pull someone else’s sex toy out in front of you, because she knows what would happen if she did). What happened after she did was you on top of Jimin with a hand on the vibrator circling around her clit and the other around her throat, choking her. Tears were falling down each side of her face when she came.

Jimin rocks your world. It took you a while to find out all the ways in which she does (well, all the ones you know thus far), but what matters is, you got to that conclusion. And you got to that conclusion in a flash, it took one moment. It was a normal school night, it doesn’t matter when. The two of you were having sex missionary in your shared apartment - the decision to rent one together when you’d be in college came at the end of 10th grade; it was already clear by then that you’d have to deal with each other’s presence for a while. She had just had her third orgasm, some tears already shed in the first two, and her eyes were now closed in absolute bliss. You grabbed her chin: “Open up - glistening, I tell you - and look at me. Don’t close them anymore, ‘kay?”

You resumed your pumping while she was still sensitive, you heard her whining because of it. Her huge, fluffy tits were bouncing in a hypnotizing motion, begging to be touched. That’s a euphemism, you thought, as you smacked her left boob with your right hand. The yell that left her throat was the loudest of the night. What would the neighbors think? (What would they be thinking? “They’re fucking. It’s the sixth time this week.” That’s no news.)

Your eyes went back to hers. She hadn’t closed them, the good girl. And now her lips were quivering. Slap her right mound. Then back to the left. As you kept thrusting your hips into hers, Jimin started weeping.

“Look at me. I am so close. You’ll need to endure for me just a little more”

You weren’t lying, but let’s just say you didn’t take the quickest route. You detoured by going back to smacking the girl’s tits repeatedly, and now she was bawling. You took her hands and lifted her up, now basically kneeling on the bed, then wrapped your arms around her back as you pumped upwards into her pussy. She screamed her lungs out, as she probably reached her fourth, but it wasn’t her voice, it was her legs instinctively meeting on your back that spoke to you. And what they were saying was “I need it inside”. You heard her loud and clear, and deposited buckets of cum in her belly. Still completely wrapped around each other, the two of you fell back onto the bed, panting. Her entire face was wet in tears, her mascara completely ruined.

Jimin rocks your world. It’s when you look at her in the eyes that you can just tell. One moment. You were so focused on her, on keeping her happy and on not sharing her with anyone else, that you never realized how good you felt around her, how good she made you feel.

“How about I help you clean your face from your make-up?”

“I think I’ll need to clean down there, too”

Some of your cum was already flowing out of her pussy.

“Shower with me?”

footnotes.

i wonder if you can make a smut only describing stills and never an actual scene. experimentally, leaf.

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woso-dreamzzz · 7 months

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Shot Through The Heart

Alexia Putellas x Archer!Reader

Social Media

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liked by alexiaputellas and 74,520 others

yourinstagram in my Kate Bishop era prepping for the World Archery Championships in my hometown Barcelona

user2 the Kate Bishop era is everything

user3 the fit, the gear, the posture 😍

user1 Alexia liking? we love athletes supporting athletes

liked by ona.battle, yourinstagram, aitana.bonmati and 500,356 others

alexiaputellas good food ✔️ good drinks ✔️ good company ✔️

user3 who is she out with?

user1 that food looks great

user2 so, Ona or Aitana she's gone out with, maybe?

liked by user1, user2 and 356 others

alexiaupdates Alexia spotted heading towards the range where the archery world championships is being held

user1 Alexia being an archery fan is so niche

user4 she just looks so good all the time

liked by alexiaputellas and 46,506 others

yourinstagram place in the final has been secured

user4 world champion pending

user1 number one ranking is so close

alexiaputellas so proud of you

-> user2 confirmation of who Alexia attended to see!!!

-> user3 besties supporting besties

liked by yourinstagram, marialeonn16, lucybronze and 300,242 others

alexiaputellas missed this girl so much. seems like almost yesterday we were running around in your backyard

yourinstagram perfect end to a perfect day ❤️

user2 they know each other this well???

-> user2 I thought they had only recently left

-> user4 I think y/n said in an interview once that they had joining gardens so played a lot together when they were little

-> user2 and to think, we could have had archer Alexia or footballer y/n

liked by alexiaputellas and 200,134 others

yourinstagram getting overwhelmed with my nieces while @alexiaputellas takes pictures. I love coming home

alexiaputellas it was too pretty a picture not to take

-> user4 Alexia be honest, we all know why you took this picture

user2 the abs are abbing

user1 why is one of them holding corn???

-> yourinstagram it's a healthy snack

-> yourinstagram although, all she ended up doing with it was hitting me in the stomach repeatedly 🤷‍♀️

liked by aitana.bonmati, yourinstagram, marialeonn16 and 500,356 others

alexiaputellas matchday

user2 ready for another Barca win

user4 Barca going for gold

liked by alexiaputellas, marialeonn16 and 200,145 others

yourinstagram best thing about being home? being able to watch my favourite team in person

user3 y/n's a Barca fan???

-> user4 are you for real? of course she is. She's from Barcelona

-> user4 and she's literally besties with Putellas

marialeonn16 can't wait to see you again!

-> user2 when is the Barca fem x y/n collab gonna happen???

-> user2 I need her trying to teach them to shoot!

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y/nupdates y/n's story from today as she prepares for her finals match which decides both world champion and the world rankings for next year

user2 the concentration is giving Katniss

user4 she looks so cool

user3 do y'all see that @alexiaputellas liked and then unliked this post???

-> user3 stalking fan accounts for her bestie is such strange behaviour

liked by user3, user4 and 563 others

alexiaupdates Alexia spotted heading to the final of the women's archery world championships. she was stopped and spoke to three French fans and told them that she was there to support her love

user3 I'm calling it guys: y/n x Alexia

-> user3 the perfect childhood friends to lovers story

user4 don't freak out guys

-> user4 it's probably just the language barrier getting in the way

-> user4 I mean, the Spanish are just strangely affectionate

-> user4 it could just be her platonic love

liked by alexiaputellas, worldarchery and 500,357 others

yourinstagram one of the greatest days of my life! World champion and world number 1. I can't thank everyone who has supported me enough

alexiaputellas so proud of you, amor. there was never a doubt about it

worldarchery world number one to Olympic champion pipeline?

-> user3 omfg y/n needs to win gold at the Olympics

-> user3 today's performance practically cemented her place in the team

liked by marialeonn16, yourinstagram and 764,357 others

alexiaputellas I remember when we first met, amor. I kicked my football over my fence into your garden and you shot it with your training bow ❤️. I didn't know then that you would become my closest friend and my greatest champion.

I am so glad to have you in my life and I'm so glad that you've finally decided to stay home to train so we no longer have to do long distance.

If you told little Alexia that she would be playing for Barcelona while being married to the world's greatest archer, she wouldn't have believed you but I'm so glad that you popped my football with your arrow because it was truly to start of something special.

Amor, I am so proud of you for finally completing your dream of being world champion and world number one in archery ❤️.

Here is to many more years at the top 🥂 🥂 🥂

yourinstagram my wonderful wife ❤️❤️❤️

user1 not Alexia doing the relationship reveal and the marriage reveal in one post

user4 the queens of the private relationship. how did we not know before???

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yourinstagram my beautiful wife and my biggest fan ❤️. I'm so happy I get to share my triumph and the rest of my life with you.

I'm forever glad you kicked your silly ball over my fence and cried for an hour after you realised I shot it. I'm forever glad that you stuck around to see me do trick shots and shoot my Papa in the foot when I was nine.

And I'm forever glad you let me marry you.

Thank you so much for all your support and love ❤️

alexiaputellas 🥰🥰🥰

user3 not the relationship we thought we wanted but definitely the one we needed

user2 gonna need to know their whole love story like asap

#woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso

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scremogirl · 7 months

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☾✧꥟ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✧✰☀︎︎

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧

Yandere! Serial Killer x Reader

Mentions of blood! Mentions of Death! Mentions of mutilation! Mentions of Murder, GN! Reader, NReader/Diolouge uses a lot of black colloquialisms/AAVE *slightlyyyy black coded but only for the speaking bits. NO APPERANCE MENTIONED!* READ THE NOTE AT THE END PLZ! (●’◡’●)ﾉ Part 2 here Part 3 here

Halloween.

The day where people grasp the fact that the summer's over and the seasons have finally changed. Corny decorations on front porches, masks in windows to scare unaware customers, and people dressed as slutty cartoon characters.

You loved the last one. You’ve always worked hard on your costumes; from a small cameo in the school yearbook to entering contests and pageants. You loved fashion, everything about it. The different fabrics, colors, patterns; you cherished it all. So, it’s no wonder that’s what you’ve chosen as your destined career path. You somehow managed to get into the third most prestigious fashion school. I say third because the first one you applied for, was full of egotistical French exchange students who do nothing but compare their lives at home to their lives in America. The second… well, you don’t want to talk about it. Regardless, you’re so grateful your talents have been recognized.

That leads us to now. At the biggest fright fest of the year. Your professor decided that if everyone got at least a 95% or above on the unit test, he’d take the whole class on a field trip to the annual Freak do Shek Carnival. A free trip and creating a new costume? You’ve never studied harder in your life. You spent days working on your costume; hoping to win the annual costume contest.

“Breaking news! The killer know as the “Mask Maker” is still on the loose and is currently suspected to be in the Witchwood area. It is recommended for all residents to stay indoors travel in groups-,”

Your heart sinks.

No, no, no! Why does it have to be now? Why here? The area you lived in was one of the safest in the city! Police patrolled regularly, security systems were available to all, and most people have been traveling in groups these days. So, why? You look at your friend, Malika, who no doubt received the same alert as you did, judging by her face.

“Well what the hell are we supposed to do now!?” She yells in frustration. You all have arrived at the festival and the bus has already taken its leave. Unless you call an Uber, there’s no way out; but then again, with a killer on the loose, no person would be dumb enough to let any stranger in their car. You tell your teacher your concerns, but does he listen? No.

“We’ll be fine,” , “just travel in groups,” , and “make sure you check in with everyone at least every 15 minutes,” is all he says to shake your worries. Great job by the way. With that, he goes ahead with another one of the chaperones, probably on their way to get drunk on cheap beer and look at young girls. Pig.

“I know I ain’t stayin for damn sure,” you chuckle at Malikas abrasiveness and nod your head in agreement.

“Who’s gonna pick us up though? We all came here on a bus and no Lift driver is stupid enough to let strangers in at this time,” you both sigh and end up agreeing that she’d call her boyfriend to come get you. The only downside is he lives in the next county. That means 3 whole hours plus some that you two have to try and rid your paranoia.

“How ‘bout we go check out the costume display for the upcoming show? Maybe scope out some the competition?”

“You know what Malika, that sounds like a great idea,” she holds out her arm and you take it , laughing your way down the hay covered dirt path wearily dodging scare actors. Unbeknownst to you the glowing eyes of one of the masks are filled with anything but fake intent.

“Hey, Mal? Is he on the way yet?” You two have already viewed the display, concrete knowing you’re gonna knock everyone at the park. So you decided that maybe a little sightseeing wouldn’t be that bad.

“Ugh! He said he’s on his way but knowing him, that means he just got in the shower,” with a deep sigh she puts her phone back in her pocket.

“Look,” she continues

“ How about we go get something to eat and enjoy what we can. I mean, we did wait all year for this,” you’re a little hesitant but you end up caving; fried oreos do sound good right now.

The walk to the concession stands is filled with jump scares from actors, Jack, o lanterns illuminating your path and the laughter of children and adults a like. The environment reminds you of why you came here in the first place, maybe there is nothing to be worried about.

Oof!

“Oh I’m sorry! I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going,” to wrapped up in the scenery and nostalgia, you failed to notice one of the actors scrambling by. You hear the muffled laughter of Malika and try your best not to strangle her to cover up your embarrassment. Fortunately , it was just the water that spilled on them; Unfortunately, your oreos lay spread eagle on the ground. However, even with a soaked costume and powdered sugar all over their boots, they remain in character. Only giving you a tilt of the head, a grunt, and tightening their grip on their axe. The eyes that lay behind the papier-mâché mask boar deep into your soul, the white contacts holding something deep and dark. The feeling of guilt is slowly washed away and replaced with anxiousness. Man, they're getting employee of the month. Still, you feel bad so you grab the napkins from your back pocket and gently wipe their mask, some of the fake blood coming off along with the water. Hmm, these effects are off the chain too.

As you clean them up you can’t help but to think that they’ll join the costume contest, definitely giving you a run for your money. You're snapped out of your thoughts when Malika pulls you along the road, whining about how upset she is because she didn’t get to snag one of your Oreos. Making your leave, you look over your shoulder one last time, only to find those same white eyes trailing your figure.

My god, you're even more beautiful up close.

“Personally, if that happened to me I’d kill myself,” once again, your friends laughter snapped you outta your own mind. You just giggle and brush it off.

“Shut up! It’s not like I did it on purpose! Besides he was kinda fine not gon’ hold you,”

“I know right! the way he titled his, had a tear running down my leg not gon’ lie,”

“Girl… don’t you gotta man? Like… on his way here?”

“Shhhh don’t ruin the fantasy,”

Two hours have officially passed, the same old texts between Malika and her boyfriend, this time however he was actually in the car. She had pressed him to turn on his location for safety, you could never be too sure now can you? He should’ve been here by now but with how crowded the festival is getting, you can’t blame him. Thankfully, the contest is just about to start! Going against your better judgment, you and Malika thought that being apart for about 15-20 mins wouldn’t hurt. She’ll be waiting in the audience while you go change anyways.

Rushing to the changing rooms you fail to notice another contestant coming towards you just as fast. For the second time this night you managed to bump into someone.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t mean I-,”

“Watch where you’re going bitch! Y’know how long it took me to make this thing?” You look to the left and then to the right trying to figure out who the fuck they think they’re talking too.

“Look I didn’t mean it, I’m sorr-,”

“Yea yea whatever, just stay outta my way next time. Besides, it’s not like you're gonna win this thing anyways,” just before you were about to give them a piece of your mind, the manager stepped in and separated you two. Jeez now this is gonna take even longer than you expected. You thought it was only fair to let Malika know shoot her a quick text. “No worries, babe! Gill's location says he’s here already so Imma grab us a quick bite to eat before I look for him and we head to you. See ya soonnn❤︎︎!!!”

Good; that buys you just enough time. After getting changed and checking your reflection for the hundredth time, you step out feeling as confident as ever. Just as you exit the stall, you hear the worst blood curdling scream of your entire life. You look over to your right and see that asshole from early and that guy with the really nice axe murder costume. Your eyes have to be deceiving you! One of their legs is completely severed, blood dripping from the stub left behind. Slash marks, deep and crooked, adorn their arms and remaining leg. They Look as if their limbs could snap off at the slightest breeze. They cry and groan as they reach out to you. Following their eyes the crazed murder shifts his eyes to you. Their weapon of choice freezing in their hands mid swing. Their victim continues to moan in pain and crawl away, begging and pleading for someone to save them. But…you just laugh.

“I see what you're trynna do here, and it ain’t workin’. Your costume is good but it isn’t better than mine. Assholes,” the last part is mumbled under your breath as you walk away. Even though you presented yourself in this prideful manner, you can’t help the feeling of disappointment that bubbles inside you. You tried really hard this year, let’s just hope that everyone else thinks you did too.

CHOP

Finally. Holding up the severed head he smiles, crooked and eerie. The bitch wouldn’t stop screaming, but at least he gets to see the look of fear in their face forever.

“Hey! What the hell’re you doing!?” hm? Turning around he sees the manager from earlier, standing before him with wide eyes filled with shock and anger. He can’t have his plans be ruined by a little slip up! He didn’t mean to act so impulsive but he couldn’t help. Nobody talks to you like that; not if he had something to do about it. Swinging his weapon of choice up on his shoulder, he’s about to take a step before he’s interrupted.

“Didn't I tell you guys to keep all spare props in bags because of the fake blood?! It gets everywhere and I’m the one who has to clean it up!” They shoved him to the side before grabbing a large trash bag from the cart they lugged behind them; simultaneously grabbing a mop and bucket. Continue to grumble about how “they don’t get paid enough for this” and “all the newbies are irresponsible”. But hey, free disposal.

“Sh, sh it’s okay; it was never your fault,” you tried comforting her but to no luck. All she can see is red as the burning hot tears streaming from her eyes ruin the makeup she spent so long on

“Okay?! It’s not okay (Y/N)! He said he was stuck in traffic all the while he was toungin’ down some bitch in a slutty cat costume. Very unoriginal btw!” You try to keep your giggle in for her sake. You kept trying to tell her this idiot wasn’t any good for years but nooo “the dick was too good to let go,” and apparently, someone else thought so too. Her weeping continues before she builds up the courage to speak again.

“All I wanna do is go home; fuck this competition,” you smile seeing her personality shine through her sadness just a little.

“Yea, fuck this competition,”sure you’re sad about to being able to participate this year, but with your best friend in distress and a serial killer on the loose, you can’t help but to think that maybe you could wait until next year. Ordering the Uber, you suggest that before it gets here, you should check in with your teacher first. Of course you don’t have his number and you're sure your other classmates are not worried about their phones unless they’re snapping pics and recording for their stories . You send them a quick text to your classes group chat and look for the exit.

“He really is a dick, you don’t need him,”

“Yea, I know. Besides, maybe that axe guy will take care of him for me,” she giggles but you don’t find it funny at all.

“What?”

“Yea, I saw him outta the corner of my eye when I walked in on he who shall not be named about to fuck that other girl,” she rolls her eyes and continues walking but you remain stationary.

“You gotta be joking,“ she turns around and gives you a quizzical look so you continue further.

“He and another dickhead I bumped into put on this whole show to get me to drop outta the contest. Lost limbs, fake blood and everything. I don’t know what his problem is, but he needs to leave me the fuck alone before I get the manager, on some Karen shit”

“Now that I think about it, he has been high-tailing us ever since we’ve got here,” she freezes before looking at you dead on. She wipes away the tear stains and brushes her nose against her sleeve before scanning the area.

“You don’t think it’s Kee-,”

“No! Don’t. It’s not him. It couldn’t be,” she holds up her hands in defense before pulling you along to get the hell up outta here. It goes dead silent, tension filling the air. It couldn't be him! It’s just some rando whos jealous of your skill! But…your mind was just playing tricks on you. That feeling of paranoia started to rise again and the flashbacks felt like they were hitting you in waves. She saw this and decided to speak up before it got worse.

“Hey, I’m sorry for bringing it up. I really didn’t mean to-,” this time it’s your turn to cut her off. You offer her a light smile and hold her hand in yours before squeezing.

“It’s alright. Besides, who needs men anyways. You’re all I need,” she gives you an even brighter one, her usual self returning, before squeezing just as hard, laying her head on your shoulder while you walk.

“Yea, fuck men,” you two laugh in sync before changing the conversation to what you’ll do when you get home; maybe a Horror movie marathon and some junk food will cheer you up. Who cares, the night has just begun for you and there’s no way anything was gonna ruin it.

Watching you walk away a gloved hand slams into a tree. Dammit! You won’t get away so easily. You’re his. Nobody else’s. He’ll make sure of it. Starting with her.

Hello everyone!!!! Hope you enjoyed the first part of my Halloween special. I’m breaking this down into 3 parts because I’m afraid people will think it’s too long if I put the whole thing on tumblr. I will be making an Ao3 and the whole fic will be posted without any split up. When it’s created and up I’ll let you know. Hope you enjoyed Loves!!! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎.

-Love, Sosa❤️

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buckleysbitch · 20 days

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could you maybe write something about abby comforting reader because she has past trauma from being in a toxic relationship?

kind of like reader does something wrong and freaks out but abby like helps her?

of course baby! hope you enjoy ‎♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

warnings - talks of past toxic relationship, dark inner thoughts

authors note - my messages are always open for all of you, no matter what. i just got out of an abusive relationship, and if i can do anything to support others who feel how i did, i would love to.

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the rejuvenating breeze whisks through the french doors that enter out to abby’s backyard. it’s been a quiet day, abby needing to go to a work meeting early in the morning, so you decided to help out and do some chores to surprise her when she arrived back home.

humming along to the taylor swift song soaring over the radio, you pluck out the sheets you just washed, going to throw them straight into the dryer before noticing the pinkish hue plaguing the typically bright white fabric.

darkness washes over your once bright demeanor, knowing that abby spent a good amount of money on those nice sheets with the high thread count. you rummage through the washer, fishing out your bright pink shorts you thought you threw in with the last load.

stupid bitch. this is all your fault. you deserve this.

the sound of the garage door opening, and abby’s keys jingling in the door makes your stomach turn.

“hey babe, brought you a coffee!” abby hums, turning the corner into the laundry room where you’re hyperventilating over the open washer. the dizzying weight of what you just inflicted crushing you.

“hey hey hey,” she coos, setting your coffee down on the ironing board, engulfing you in her endlessly broad arms. “tell me what happened.” the blonde girl insists, wiping a stray tear from your eye.

“n-no…no!.” you sob, mascara stained tears dripping onto abby’s luckily dark button up.

“okay, okay….” she replies, smoothing down your hair and lifting you up to sit on the washer. “can you breathe with me? that’s it, good job.”

abby knew about your last relationship well. she figured it out pretty quickly after you cried the whole night over dropping a glass one of the first times you slept over. but abby’s abby, and she would go to the ends of the earth for you. so that next morning she spent on youtube watching other women who recovered from toxic relationships, trying her best to understand where your nightmarish thoughts come from, and how she can assist in handling them. she knows the ins and outs, and always insists on doting over you, even when you express that you feel like a burden.

“deep breath in for four…i know, hold it for four…out for four…hold it for four. can we repeat that?”

you nod, pressing your forehead to abby’s, connecting your breath.

“m-m’ sorry abby…..i-i just wanted to help,” you pant out, “and wash your sheets but i’m stupid and- and i stained them pink.”

you wince, preparing for the worst reaction possible.

but it’s abby.

running a calloused hand over the stained sheets, she starts giggling.

“well, pink is your favorite color isn’t it love? now i’ve got a piece of you in my room.” she affirms, swiping a stray tear from your eye. “and you’re not stupid at all. it was an honest mistake baby and besides, they’re just sheets.”

“y-you’re not mad?”

“wouldn’t dare to think it.” abby reassures.

all that tortured your spirit mere moments ago immediately melted away into abby’s honey sweet manner. “c’mon, i brought you some coffee from that new place that opened down the road, you wanna try it?” you nod, as abby helps you down, pulling you into her pine scented chest and pressing her lips tenderly to your hairline.

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megamett44-lover · 9 months

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what if you write a fic about the triplets and the reader going through a drive thru - but - the reader gets ketchup on their burger. when the triplets and reader get to the sturniolo house to hang out afterwards, matt and reader are hanging out and matt gives the reader a kiss. since the reader had ketchup before, he's trying to ignore it and like trying to hide it because he doesn't want to hurt her feelings but she ends up finding out anyways- and just finds it hilarious. (it could be an established relationship or they confess and then kiss, whichever you think works better)

love your works and take your time writing this one <33

thank you sm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Matt Sturniolo × Reader

Summary: In which a trip down memory lane leads to a confession

Warnings/Notes: Profanity, she/her pronouns

Requested? Yes!

First Kiss

It was exactly 12:02 a.m. when my phone pinged with an incoming text message. I push my textbooks off my lap and roll over to grab my phone. A simple “Come outside” from Matt is at the top of my notifications.

“This kid and his ominous texts.” I laugh, putting on my slippers.

Locking my apartment and making my way downstairs, I notice the minivan parked in front of the building.

“Hey Y/N!” Chris screams as he pops his head through the sunroof.

“Shut up!” I whisper-shout. “There are people who are actually sleeping in there and I don’t feel like getting evicted my first month here!”

Walking to the drivers side, I open the back door to see Madi and Nick.

“Hey guys.” I say, getting in and sitting on the floor between Nick and Madi.

“Hey girl.” Madi says.

“Were you asleep? You look exhausted.” Nick notes.

“Gee thanks.” I roll my eyes playfully. “I was actually studying for my test tomorrow.”

“Gross school.” Chris comments.

“Very gross.” I groan. “Not that I don’t love you guys or anything, but why am I here?”

“You need a break from being holed up in your tiny ass apartment.” Chris says.

“And we missed you.” Madi adds.

“So we’re going to Mcdonald’s.” Matt says, backing out of the parking lot.

“Oh I’d kill for a big mac right now.” I say, mouth watering at the idea.

“And we may or may not be filming a little.” Nick says, referring to the camera in his lap. “If you don’t want to be in it, that’s totally fine too!”

“That’s fine.” I say. “But I look like a homeless rat.”

“You don’t look like a homeless rat.” Matt says.

“Yeah, you look like a rat with a very nice apartment.” Chris jokes.

“I actually hate you.” I mumble as everyone laughs.

Pulling into the McDonalds drive through, Nick orders for everyone. We get our food and find a secluded parking lot and set up to film.

Taking a bite from my burger, I sigh. “This burger is so fucking good.”

“It’s not that serious, Y/N.” Chris laughs.

“I haven’t had McDonalds in forever.” I protest. “It is that serious.”

“Alright, we asked you guys to send in some things you want us to talk about from our childhood, so we’re going to be doing that.” Nick says.

“Oh God.” I groan, closing my eyes. “This is going to be embarrassing.”

“Why?” Madi asks.

“Because Y/N used to be a dork.” Chris laughs.

“Okay at least I didn’t sleep in a Pokémon onsie until I was 12.” I say.

“That was me!” Matt says.

“Oh I know.” I laugh.

Nick looks down at his phone, pulling up Instagram to check the answers from his story. “What’s one injury you remember from childhood?”

“Probably the time Justin hit me with a golf club.” Matt says.

“That was terrifying.” I say. “I remember Nick running to my house in his underwear freaking out because he didn’t like blood.”

“Oh my God, I forgot about that.” Nick says. “Your mom was so confused.”

“Mine was probably when Chris pushed me off of the monkey bars at school and I got a concussion.” I say, taking a french fry from the bag.

“I did not push you!” Chris exclaims.

“You most definitely did.” Matt corrects.

“Yeah because I just so happened to fall off of the monkey bars.” I say sarcastically.

“You were clumsy.” Chris says.

“Matt witnessed it!” I say, throwing a fry at Chris.

“Yeah, you were mad because she cut in front of you in line, so you pushed her off.” Matt explains.

“Whatever.” Chris grumbles.

“One time, Y/N was yelling at me to come downstairs and I fell because someone put oil on the top step.” Nick says.

“In my defense, it was Chris’ idea.” I say.

“Yeah that was me, I’ll admit that.” Chris says.

“You were a demon, oh my God.” Madi laughs.

“He still is.” Matt agrees.

“Oooo what do you think about this one, Y/N?” Nick asks, showing me his phone.

Someone had wrote “Tell us about your first kiss!”

I genuinely start rolling laughing. “I don’t know, I don’t want your fan girls to hate me for this.”

“What is it?” Matt asks.

Nick responds by passing his phone up front to Matt and Chris. Matt reads it and his cheeks immediately turn red.

“Oh this is good!” Chris says. “I say Y/N and Matt goes first.”

Matt rolls his eyes and puts his face in his hands.

“Alright, so we’re going to be talking about our first kisses.” I say. “And mine just so happened to be with Matt.”

Madi gasps. “No way.” She laughs.

“Yes way.” I laugh with her. “We were like what, 13, 14, Matt?”

“I was in 8th grade and you were in 7th, so yeah that sounds right.” Matt says muffled through his hands.

“I was getting picked on because I was the only girl in my friend group who hadn’t had a first kiss yet and I was complaining to Matt about it.” I say.

“This is so cheesy.” Nick laughs.

“Shut up!” I laugh. “So I was complaining to Matt about it and he offered to be my first kiss. So we kissed. That’s it.”

“So wait, was she your first kiss too?” Madi asks Matt.

“Yeah, she was.” Matt answers.

“That’s so cute!” Madi exclaims.

“It was super awkward.” I say. “We made a promise to never talk about it again, until now, I guess.”

“Matt did not abide by that promise.” Nick says.

“Yeah, kid would not shut up about it for like 6 months after it happened.” Chris agrees.

“Okay, yeah, yeah. It’s y’all’s turn.” Matt says, clearly embarrassed.

“Aww Matt’s embarrassed.” Chris teases, poking Matt’s ribs. “He had a little cwushy-wushy on Y/N.”

“Hey, you tried to kiss me in kindergarten!” I say, pointing to Chris. “I had almost forgot about that!”

“It was a dare!” Chris says.

“Don’t worry guys, I didn’t kiss Chris because he had cooties.” I laugh.

“I did not have cooties!” Chris says. “You were the one who made that up and told everyone!”

“I only made it up because you pushed me off the monkey bars!” I say.

“I didn’t push you!” Chris yells.

“Yes you did!” Matt and I say at the same time.

“Uh oh, not the couple ganging up on me!” Chris throws up his hands dramatically.

“Alright, cootie boy.” I roll my eyes.

“You know what?” Chris says, practically launching himself into the backseat trying to tickle me.

“Madi help!” I scream, trying to deflect Chris as much as possible.

“You guys are actually children.” Nick says.

“Oh you want some too, big dog?” Chris says, shifting his attention to Nick.

“Chris!” Nick screams, almost dropping his Dr.Pepper on him.

The rest of the video goes off without a hitch. By the time we were finished filming, it was 2:30 a.m.

“Madi is gonna stay with us tonight, you wanna just stay at ours?” Nick asks, packing up the camera.

“C’mon, Y/N!” Chris says. “It’ll be just like old times.”

“I can never say no to a sleepover.” I laugh. “Count me in.”

“Thank God, I’ll need some female energy in that house.” Madi says, dapping me up.

As we drove back to the triplets house, I had noticed Matt was extra quiet. I put it off as being tired, but the way I kept catching him look at me in the rear view mirror made me think otherwise.

Pulling into the house, we all piled out and made our way inside.

“Goodnight, everyone.” Nick says, venturing off to his room.

Madi hugged me. “See you in the morning!” She says, following behind Nick.

“Where you sleeping, Y/N?” Chris asks. “You know my rooms always open.”

I laugh. “No offense, Chris, but you won’t be going to sleep for another three hours and I’m exhausted.” I flop down on the couch, pulling a blanket over me. “I’ll just sleep here.”

“No way.” Matt says. “You do not have to sleep on the couch. You can stay in mine if you want?”

Chris laughs, making kissy noises as he walks downstairs to his room.

“Jesus, that kid.” I laugh. I look over at Matt, who is looking at me with expectant eyes. “Yeah, I’ll sleep in your room, if that’s cool?”

“Mi casa es su casa.” Matt says, walking down the hall to his room.

“Okay, Flo-Rida.” I say, following him.

Matt flops down on the bed, throwing a pillow over his face. Walking over, I yank the pillow off of him.

“Hey!” He protests.

I sit down beside him. “Okay, spill.” I demand.

Matt looks at me quizzically. “What do you mean?”

“Ever since I talked about our kiss, you’ve been acting weird. Spill.” I say.

“I haven’t.” Matt says. “I’m just tired.”

“Mhm.” I say. “I don’t believe you.”

“Why not?” Matt rolls his eyes.

“Just don’t.” I shrug. I roll over to the other side of the bed, getting under the blankets.

Matt flips the lights off, before joining me in bed.

“Goodnight, Matt.” I say, rolling over to face him.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Matt says, pulling the blankets over him as well.

It’s silent for about 5 minutes, and I feel myself starting to doze off, when suddenly, the weight in the bed shifts. I open my eyes to see Matt sitting up beside me.

“Matt, what’re you-” I start.

“I like you, Y/N.” Matt blurts out.

I blink my eyes really hard to make sure I’m not dreaming and I shake my head.

“Ever since we were kids, I’ve liked you.” Matt says. “The feelings would come and go, and I really tried to make them go for the sake of our friendship, but I really, really like you, Y/N.”

Matt looks back at me as I stare wide-eyed at him. “Really?” I whisper.

“Why do you think I volunteered to be your first kiss?” Matt asks. “Chris wasn’t lying when he said I talked about that kiss for 6 months. He wasn’t lying when he said I had a crush on you. I could just…never find the right time to tell you.”

I sit up beside Matt, grabbing his hand. “I really wish you would’ve told me sooner.” I say.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Matt says. “You don’t know how much it killed me to see you with other guys, Y/N. That shit was so unbearable.”

It’s silent for a moment before Matt sighs deeply.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way, I really do. But I just had to tell you so-” I cut Matt off by placing my lips on his.

Feeling his lips against mine, suddenly I’m 13 again in Boston having my first kiss with my best friend. His hands find the sides of my face and it’s like the world stopped spinning. It’s like everything around us has faded away and it’s just us.

We pull away slowly, each of us gasping for air.

“I don’t know where I got the balls to do that.” I whisper. I open my eyes to notice Matt grimacing a bit.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, no. Nothings wrong.” Matt says, grabbing my hand.

“No, something is definitely wrong.” I say.

Matt turns a little red before looking at his lap. “It’s just…was there ketchup on your burger earlier?”

“Yeah…?” I say, confused. And then it suddenly makes sense. I throw myself back into the bed, dying in a fit of laughter. “Oh my God!” I laugh, gasping for air.

I sit up, looking at Matt. “I am so sorry.” I say, still laughing.

“It’s okay.” He says, smiling. “I’ll taste ketchup every day as long as it’s from your lips.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re so corny.”

“Maybe.” He smiles. “So is it safe to say you feel the same?”

“Don’t make me kiss you with my ketchup breath again, Matthew.” I say.

“Is that a promise?” Matt asks, slowly pulling me back into another kiss.

a/n: help this is one of the longest stories I’ve written. but if I were to make a tag list, who would want to be added to it???

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wosoluver · 1 month

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Forbidden Fruit

-> A thing that is desired all the more because it is not allowed

Lena x French!reader

Laura Freigang x French!reader

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Lena was in town, due to a game she had against Bayern. So it was one of the few chances she had to hang out with her friends. After the game on Saturday the girls decided to throw a get together, that ended up in a wild party.

"Lena! I'm so happy you're here!" Jule was the first to notice her arrive.

"Hey guys!" she said happily.

"Soon enough you'll be here with us so, cheers to that." Said Syd.

You were hanging out with the girls you were closer with in the kitchen while the others were in the dining room.

When you noticed a girl you knew, but that you unfortunately didn't know personally. She came in to grab a drink.

"Hey can I get you anything?" You said it naturally as you usually were the one responsible for bar tendering for everyone.

"Just a beer." She said giving you a smile.

And she thanked you quickly as you handled it to her. She had the most gorgeous chocolate brown eyes you had ever seen. She went back to wherever she came from, and you resumed your chatting and wine sipping.

A little while later, you left for the restroom.

As you here about to go in, Lena had come out.

"Hey, I think we haven't met yet, I'm Lena."

"I'm Y/N."

"I'm a fan, by the way." giving you a wink you were not expecting.

"Why, thank you." you said returning a smile. You both had a flirty semblance on at this point. But it only lasted a few seconds since you needed to use the restroom desperately.

"I really need to pee so, excuse me."

As you came out the bathroom, you decided to stop by the dining room.

"Hey love!" Said Laura, your girlfriend. "Y/N meet Lena, Lena this is my girlfriend Y/N." As she said that Lena chocked on her beer, trying to sort herself out best she could.

"We met in line for the bathroom just now." you said it softly as Lena plastered a unsure smile on her face.

She knew who you were, but she didn't know you were dating her friend, differently from you, who knew who she was and who she was friends with.

In truth it hadn't even crossed your mind when you two had talked, it was so natural, it happened absentmindedly. And you meant no harm by it.

Or did you?

Obi knew it was terrible to admit that, even after knowing you were dating her friend, she still felt attracted to you.

"Well, I'm going back to the kitchen."

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She had such an effect on you, that, that same night you dreamed of her.

What you didn't know was that, you were not the only one that was left shaken up, after the party.

That was until she dm'ed you on insta.

Couldn't sleep last night

Yeah me either.

Why didn't you tell me you weren't single?

Would that have made such a difference? Now you know, but you still texted me.

True.

I just can't get your smile out of my head.

Can't get your beautiful eyes off my mind either.

They are just brown? lol

Are you fucking with me right now?

They are the prettiest shade of chocolate I have ever seen.

No, but I really wish I was.

Lena!

I know, I know. I'm sorry.

After that, you two had become somewhat friends. And you both knew it was wrong. Mainly because you knew it had more to it, than just that. Even if nothing more had happened between you guys.

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But once the Nation's League Semi final came up, you didn't know if you should be freaking out, that you were seeing Lena again, or if you should be freaking out that the only thing you could do was look at her and shake her hand.

Now it was Germany against France. And you tried to push your feelings away, and focus on the game.

Lena did the same, only she wasn't as successful at it.

The game was frenetic from the start, the atmosphere was hot and loud.

And it only got more intense as both teams denied each other of the first goal of the match.

But a the 41 minute mark, Diani made it 1-0 with an insane kick from the edge of the box after a free-kick from Bacha, that didn't go through the defense.

You all ran to celebrate, almost euphoric from how hard it was to score.

During the last few seconds of the added time, Oberdorf took Geyoro down on a promissory attack, inside the box, earning your team a penalty and herself a yellow card.

Karchaoui was the one to take the penalty. Frohms almost managed to stop the ball, but couldn't.

And it was another goal for France.

And thats when half time came. You could see the defeat expression in all the girl's faces. Including your girlfriend's. But instead of looking for her, to give her some comfort, you immediately went to Lena. You knew she most likely blamed herself for that one.

"Hey!" - You said hanging your arm around her shoulder. "If you hadn't stopped that ball, it would've probably been a goal. It was a lose-lose situation. At least you tried to do something about it." you gave her the best smile you could, but it didn't do much for her. It didn't lessen the blame she felt.

The second half was equally as heated and frustrating for the germans until in the last 10 minutes, when an Henry handball gave them a penalty kick, Gwinn scored. They had so many close calls, almost managing the equalizer.

And as the game reached the end, for the first time ever, France had managed to beat Germany in a competitive match.

You tried giving Laura a hug but she just pushed you away.

"Not now, Y/N!"

That didn't go unnoticed by Oberdorf, who was already fuming.

"Don't treat her like that!"

"Oh shut up Lena! If you hadn't given them a penalty, we could of won."

"At least I tried doing something about it." She repeated what you had said to her earlier.

"Something about what? The game or my girlfriend?"

"Don't start."

"You thought I didn't see you two eye fucking each other as you greeted?"

"You clearly don't deserve her, so."

By now they were full on fighting. The worse part was, everyone around heard it. You felt so angry and embarrassed.

"Laura stop! This isn't going to lead anywhere!" Trying to calm her down.

"Oh of course you're defending her! You know what? Fuck the both of you! Fuck, get married, have kids! I don't care, we are over!"

Everyone around was a bit shocked. Including you. But soon the crowd dispersed.

"I'm so sorry about her."

"The way she acts is not on you. At least now we have her blessing." ending it with a small laugh.

"Lena that's not funny." you tried to hold it together.

"It kinda is, admit it." you gave in and let out a laugh.

"You should be crying, you lost the game."

"Yeah, but I won you."

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This one I'm pretty proud of! 🩷

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forever-rogue · 6 months

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Hello! Could I request something where Eddie is Bi and he’s dating female reader and Eddie used to have a crush on Steve and reader knows and teases him about it such as in the boat where Steve takes off his shirt and throws it at him and reader knows he’s low key freaking out about it and she finds it cute how he reacts. Yk he obviously won’t cheat but he’s reminded of why he had a crush on him, that kind of thing you know?

AN | Okay but Bi!Eddie is canon to me and it would be so fun to tease him about his little crush 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Bi!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.9k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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“Hello handsome,” Eddie practically melted when he heard your sweet voice cut through his thoughts. You walked into the back of his shop, trying not to startle him if he happened to be under a car; luckily you heard him closing a hood before you were greeted with his smile. You weaved your way over to him, all soft and smiley and sugary sweet - a complete contrast to his current environment. You held out an ice cold bottle of water to him, which he eagerly took and started to chug, “figured you could use that today.”

"You're right baby," he closed his bottle and leaned in to give you a wet, minty kiss. You grabbed the front of his coveralls and pulled closer, kissing him again, "you're killing me."

"You've been gone all day," you teased softly, playing with a chocolatey rogue curl that had escaped his bun, "can you really blame a girl for missing her man?"

"Fuck no," he scoffed, "missed you too, baby. You look pretty today."

"You think this looks pretty," you dragged your fingers along the soft fabric of your dress' strap. Eddie was a simple man at the end of the day, and seeing you in a dress sparked some sort of primal urge, "you should see what's underneath."

"You're playing dirty," he groaned, trying to control himself so he didn't get a hard on in the middle of work. He wondered if it was either pretty lingerie or nothing at all. He'd find out soon enough he hoped, "I'm going to get you back for this."

"I hope you do," you patted his chest and gave him a soft, playful little push back, "so -"

"Aha," he sighed dramatically as he often did, "you have an ulterior motive. I should have known."

"Calm down, Edward," you laughed fondly, a sound that seemed to go straight to his heart and made butterflies flutter in his tummy, "its a good thing! I was talking with Steve and Robin today and they suggested we all spend the long holiday weekend at the cabin. What do you think?"

"You've already said yes for us."

"I've already said yes for us," you confirmed sweetly, "I didn't see why not. Unless you can't handle being stuck with your little boyfriend all weekend.”

“Stopppp,” he groaned, cheeks turned a pretty shade of bubblegum pink as tried to pull up his coveralls over his warm face, “I regret ever telling you I had a crush on Steve Harrington.”

“Baby boy, I am not blind,” you pulled the dark blue fabric away from his pretty face, “I know when you’re looking and when you’re looking. I think it’s cute, Eddie. Besides, you have good taste - Steve is a handsome guy.”

“Excusez-moi?” over exaggerated, in a horrible French accent. You loved this absolute dork.

“You didn’t let me finish,” you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, “Steve is a handsome guy but you, Eddie Munson, are the handsomest and hottest man alive. My loins burn for you!”

“I…I can’t believe this is how the love of my life, my future wife, and the future mother of my children is acting,” with a hand on his chest, he hung his head and sighed deeply. Meanwhile your heart was rapidly pitter-pattering as your bones felt like jelly at the future wife and mother of my children comment. Eddie, loud and boisterous, had many times declared he was going to marry you and that you’d have all the children you wanted. But hearing it now still felt as electric as the first time.

“I could say the same for you, future husband and father of my children,” but you were all fond smiles and soft eyes, “I’ll let you get back to it. Don’t work too hard, okay?”

“I’ll be home soon,” he reached for your hand and squeezed it gently, “wanna do Chinese for dinner?”

“Hell yeah,” you cheered excitedly, “I’ll call in and order-”

“And I’ll pick up on my way home,” he grinned.

“Excellent teamwork,” you loved him. You really, really loved him, “don’t forget - this weekend at the lake house!”

“Ugh!”

He was still grumbling under his breath as you waved and walked out of the garage. How was he going to survive a weekend with you and Steve in bathing suits? He wasn’t going to, short and simple.

But it would still be fun. Right? Right.

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“Alright,” Steve Harrington was a natural leader. It was something he’d picked up quickly when he’d begun being everyone’s babysitter. But it was a role that suited him well and he looked so natural standing on the dock in front of the whole gang, arms outstretched as he tried to gather everyone’s attention. You were standing off the right with Eddie, hands entwined and fingers laced together. Robin was square in the middle, Nancy shyly tucked into her side; the newness of their relationship still strong. Jonathan and Argyle rounded out the group along with Chrissy Cunningham. A ragtag group of survivors that had turned to friends to found family.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

You knew Eddie was excited to be with everyone but you also knew that he was lowkey freaking out about Steve. Sweet, golden, wonderful Steve that was oblivious to the fact that Eddie had harbored a crush on him for several years before you came along. Steve was his best friend and his former crush, but you were the love of his life. He knew that much, and so did you. It was still just a little fun to tease him.

“Listen up nerds,” Steve looked between all of you as you started to playfully boo him, “this weekend is all about being lazy and having fun. So, don’t drown, remember sunscreen, and if you’re going to have sex keep it down and safe.”

“Hell yeah,” you heard Argyle and Jonathan snickering among themselves as you pressed a kiss to Eddie’s bare shoulder. Your friends were absolutely ridiculous sometimes but loved them all.

“And don’t forget - bonfires at nine o’clock sharp. There will be s’mores and beers,” that had you all excited, “now go and have fun, children!”

Everyone started to scatter as you took Eddie’s hand and started to pull him along to the house. He pretended to huff dramatically as you grinned at him. He looked so good with black shorts and a cut off tank, tattoos on full display, dark ink against pale skin. His mess of curls was pulled into a bun at the stop of his head, a few curls framing his face. He had on a pair of black ray bans and beat up vans on his feet, the pure essence of cool.

“Come on handsome,” naturally he obliged you and let you drag him along, “let’s get changed and go swimming. It’s so hot and the water looks perfect.”

“Did you bring-”

“The red two-piece that has you practically drooling?” you barely managed to get your words out before squealing as Eddie picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, practically running into the house, “Edward! I didn’t even give you an answer!”

“I presume the answer is a big, fat yes?” He opened the door to the room where you would be staying during your trip. You huffed as he gently set you down on the bed before caging you in between his arms and kissing you softly. You leaned into his touch, pressing to pull away from him until you were in desperate need of a fresh breath of air, “baby, baby, baby.”

“The answer to your question is a big fat no,” he rolled on his back and threw his arms out in mock exasperation, “calm down and let me finish.”

“You’re a cruel mistress!”

“I got a whole new bathing suit,” you rolled onto your stomach so you could face him. You reached up and touched his face, tenderly brushing your fingers along his cheek, “and I think you’re going to like it.”

“Sweetheart, you could be wearing a potato sack and you’d still be the most beautiful girl in the entire world,” your entire face softened at his world and you almost melted into a puddle, “and on top of all that, you’ve got the best and biggest heart of all.”

“And great tits-”

“And great tits,” he confirmed as if there was ever any doubt to that, “you’re the whole package baby. I love you.”

“I love you, Eddie,” you took his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles, “you are the best man. Just so you know.”

He smiled at you, letting out a small wistful little sigh, “before we get too mushy, let’s get changed and get some sun.”

“That sounds excellent, my love.”

Okay. Okay. You hadn't been lying when you'd told Eddie that he would like this bathing suit. Bright pink and looking like it was made for you, fitting just as you liked and showing off all the curves you wanted to. You owned it and that in and of itself made you dangerously sexy. Eddie had to work to make sure he didn't get a hard on in front of everyone; he was glad for the cold water of the lake. He might have been drooling though…that was hard to control when you looked like that.

But - but - it got worse. He didn't think it could get worse than trying to control himself around you but then it did. He wasn't sure whether to curse you, Steve Harrington, or everything out in the universe.

Once he'd calmed down enough and the two of you were playing around in the water, Steve Harrington came out to join you. He was wearing a pair of navy blue swim trunks and nothing else besides a pair of flip flops and sunglasses. He looked good and he knew it.

And so did Eddie. His eyes raked over Steve's lithe, tan figure, which you quickly caught onto. Eddie studied his golden skin, littered with freckles and delicious chest hair. He swallowed thickly, the lump in his throat enormous.

You hadn't realize that Steve had come out at first but when Eddie suddenly fell silent you knew something was wrong.

"Babe?" On his back on his float, chest already getting tan from the hot summer sun, was Eddie with his mouth hanging open as he stared straight at the dock. You followed his eyeline and almost laughed out loud when you realized what was going on. He quickly glared at you as you stifled your laugh which turned into a horrible snorting sound, "Edward."

"Sweetheart," he huffed like a child, pretty plush lips pulled into a pout as he looked at you, "affectionately - shut up!"

"You are the least conspicuous person ever! At least try to act like you're not drooling!"

"I am not drool-"

"Hey there."

You grinned at Steve as the boy swam over to you, a lazy smile on his face as he treaded water without effort. You splashed some water at Eddie as he remained silent, only a pained look on his face.

"Hey," he snapped to attention and looked between the two of you, brain overloaded with the amount of attractiveness between the two of you, "looking good, Harrington."

If there had been a wall in front of him, he would have been banging his head already. You snorted in amusement before floating onto your back and slowly swimming away with a wave. You were going to let them have their own moment.

"You too man," Steve had a smile so pretty that it was almost cruel. Eddie returned the grin with what he hoped was an equally lovely one, "being in love looks good on you."

"I-I'm not in love with you," Eddie's voice stammered and shook as he looked at Steve with wide, worried eyes. Steve tossed his head back with laughter. Oh. That wasn't what he was insinuating? Awkward.

"I know that," he reached over and gently tugged on one of Eddie's loose curls, "still hope you've got some love for me though."

"Duh," the two of them exchanged shy smiles, "always."

"Me too," Steve agreed and Eddie's heart started to rattle wildly in his chest, "wanna know a secret, Munson?"

"S-sure."

"It would have been cool if it would have been you," and just like that, Eddie was sure his heart stopped beating. The flow of the river around him seemed so loud and he was trying to convince himself that he was hearing incorrectly. Judging from the look on Steve's face, he hadn't heard incorrectly, "but I think we're on the right path regardless."

“Yeah,” Eddie knew that Steve was already devoted to Chrissy. The two of them clearly shared a deep bond despite only having been dating for a few months. When Eddie first learned that Steve was dating someone new, and then when he realized it was another of his friends, he could admit that some jealousy flared up. It was natural, and that was what you tried to explain to Eddie. Even though the two of you had each other and you both knew that you loved each other, it was a normal human emotion to still feel things for other people, “I agree.”

“And just so you know, you’re the most attractive guy I’ve ever met,” Eddie’s cheeks were already pink from the sun he’d been getting - he wasn’t good at remembering to apply sunscreen despite your insistence - but they just turned about ten shades darker when he heard Steve’s confession. Steve bit his lip as he blushed as well, “and you’re my best friend.”

“You’re my best friend too, handsome,” Eddie broke the bit of awkward tension that had settled in between the two of them. There was a moment of silence before the two of them broke into a fit of laughter. You’d found Robin and Nancy and the three of you were watching the boys in amusement. You’d all been taking bets on when, if ever, they’d reveal that they had had crushes on the other, “wanna go and grab a beer?”

“Hell yeah,” he agreed as the two of them high-fived. Steve started to swim towards the dock but Eddie paused for a moment as he turned around to wave at you, a goofy smile on his face. You couldn’t help but return the smile, your heart melting with nothing but affection for your man.

He might have been a fool but he was your fool.

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It was late by the time all of you made your way back to your bedrooms. The bonfire had gone late into the night and all of you had been reluctant to go to bed despite the fact that you’d be there all week. This was a much needed trip for everyone.

“Hey,” you let yourself fall into the bed, laughing as Eddie copied you and jumped in next to you, easily putting his arm around you and pulling towards him. You couldn’t help yourself as you pressed kisses to his forehead, cheeks, and nose. He giggled at the soft touch of yourself before sighing softly as you draped yourself over him, “I love you, honey boy.”

“I love you,” he reached for your hand and laced your fingers together, giving your hand a small squeeze, “did you know that Steve had a crush on me?”

“I didn’t know,” you stretched out his arms and pressed kisses to his pale, inked skin, “but I knew. We all did. Wasn’t hard to see the two pretty boys oogling each other all the time.”

“We didn’t…oh,” his face between a range of emotions as he processed what you said. Suddenly it all seemed so obvious, “we did, didn’t we. Well, that would have been good to know a few years ago.”

“Excuse me?” you pretended to be shocked and hurt as you turned floppy in his hold, “are you telling me that you think Steve would have been the love of your life and the two of you would have been together living happily ever after?!”

“No way, princess,” he tenderly put his hand on your cheek and turned your face up to his, “you and I were meant to be. That’s never going to change. You’re it for me, baby.”

“I know,” you offer him a cheeky grin, “I just wanted to hear you say it, my love. Never gets old.”

“Then I’ll continue to remind you,” he pulled you down to his lips and kissed you sweetly, “every single day of my life.”

“Promise?” and yeah. He would do absolutely anything in the world for you.

“Promise,” he replied, voice low and soft, “but I’m still mad at you.”

“Mad at me?! Why?” you huffed and started to tickle him, causing him to dissolve into a fit of giggles.

“Because it should be illegal to be this good looking,” he huffed, “gonna be the death of me.”

“What about you?” you kissed him slowly, “you’re just as bad. Good thing we’re stuck together.”

“Forever,” he confirmed, “ahh, baby, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Eddie. Lots and lots and then some more, goofy boy.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson imagine #bi!eddie #joseph quinn #stranger things

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slvtforfiction · 6 months

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Freak or drink

☆ Colby X Reader ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Established relationship ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Suggestive but no actual smut

☆ For context tara and Jake + Sam and Kat are still together in this

☆ Also more context but I’m going to do 1 couple at a time so if You choose not to do something you and Colby drink? Yk? Also there is cards that are like “drink if you are…” sooooo,

☆ Masterlist

☆ This is a legitimate card game if anyone wants to actually play!

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

Colby 🖤:

Hey doll,we’re playing a couples drinking game down here,come join meee x

You:

Okay love,coming x

I walked downstairs seeing my bottle of tequila rose sat on the side and grabbed it,walking over to the group l,sitting next to Colby.

“Hey love.” He whispered and I smiled up at him,looking round the circle that had formed. Everyone playing the game consisted of ; Kat + Sam,Tara + Jake,me and Colby.

I picked up the first card,reading aloud “Sit on your partner’s lap for the rest of the game.” I smiled laughing to myself as I looked up at him,he nodded and I sat myself atop of him. “That’s early in the game.” I laughed to myself as everyone else laughed along with me.

Tara went next,picking up a card and reading out loud like I had, “Spit in your partners mouth” and everyone burst out laughing once again as Jake and Tara took a shot,not drunk enough to do that infront of everyone.

Kat then grabbed a card reading out loud,once again, “Moan your partners name as loud as possible.” And we all burst out laughing. “We’ve already heard you do that.” Tara said wheezing with everyone else.

“I’m not doing that.” She said,laughter dying down as she took down a shot with Sam.

Colby picked up the next card and I smiled looking at it before he read it out “Drink if you’re a pillow princess.” And kat burst out laughing whilst the rest of us stared each other down.

I downed a shot and looked around realising I was the only one that did, “Go on girl!” Kat cheered me on laughing whilst Colbys hands snaked around my waist.

Jake then grabbed a card,reading aloud,already laughing before even reading, “Give them a lap dance.” And we burst out laughing as he began shaking his ass infront of Tara.

“Go on Jake wooo!” Sam yelled as we all sat there giggling to ourselves whilst we watched. Afterwards Jake sat down,holding Tara close to him.

Sam then picked up a card and read it out again, “French kiss your player of choice.” And he looked over at Kat as she nodded pulling her into a kiss. I cheered her on as the guys cheered on Sam.

They pulled out of the kiss and laughed at each other,with each other as Kat rested her head on his shoulder.

“You two are so cute.” Tara said with a smile whilst I picked up a card. “Straddle him and kiss his neck.” I laughed out,as did everyone but I turned around in his lap to face him,wrapping my arms around his shoulders and whispering in his ear, “Is this okay?” He smiled and kissed my cheek “Yeah,baby.” He whispered back.

I began leaving love bites along his neck with a few pecks here and there, I heard Tara and Kat cheering me on. Colby’s hands clamped down on my waist as his head dug into the crook of my neck whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

I pulled away and turned around to see everyone staring and I giggled to myself,Tara picking up a card.

“You’ve got lotssss of hickeys on your neck love.” I whispered in his ear and he smirked to himself and felt round his neck trying to feel something,I giggled to myself.

“Name the players you would have a threesome with.” And we burst out laughing as she began answering, “Jake,me obviously and Y/n.” She said and I laughed as I moved in Colbys lap trying to get comfortable.

“Stop that.” He whispered in my ear as he clamped his hands on my waist,stopping me from moving. “Why?” I asked,genuine confusion in my voice, “You fucking know why.” He scowled in my ear and it clicked. “Awh poor baby has a hard on.” I whispered in his ear and he whispered telling me to ‘shut the fuck up’ and then I realised it had gotten to our turn again.

Colby picked up the card before I could and held it in front of him, “Pin them up against a wall and kiss down their body.” He read, ‘ooo’ was heard around the room from everyone and im he whispered in my ear, “Do you want to take a shot or not?” He was still clearly annoyed but wouldn’t do anything without my consent.

“I don’t mind.” I whispered back and he picked me up off his lap,dusting himself off and bought me over to the closest wall,pinning my arms above my head beginning to kiss down my body,slowly and teasingly.

My face held a blush as everyone looked over to us and I felt the need to hide my face from everyone else,resorting to closing my eyes as my mind traveled to the bedroom with Colby.

“Alright guys that’s enough!” Jake yelled jokingly and he let go of me as he sat back down,patting his thigh,telling me to come sit atop of him again.

Jake then picked up a card as I perched myself on top of Colby, “Without hands remove their underwear.” And everyone burst out laughing whilst they poured their shots immediately.

“Not doing that infront of you lot.” Tara laughed as Sam picked up the next card.

“Drink if you’ve ever faked an orgasm.” We looked around the group,not one of us taking a shot. Colby was my first and will be my last and he knew his way around a women’s body to say the least.

I picked up the next card and smiled to myself, “Go into the bathroom and send them a nude.” I giggled as everyone looked at me, “Fuck it.” I said as I got off Colby’s lap and walked to the bathroom.

I locked the door and pulled off my crop top,lifting up my skirt to show off my new lingerie. I snapped a pic,sending it to Colby and walking back into the room after putting my shirt back on.

I walked into the room to see Colby setting his phone down and bragging about how pretty I am. I giggled to myself and sat back in his lap.

After the game Colby threw me over his shoulder gently and put his hand on my skirt so people couldn’t see up it.

“We’re gonna go back to ours,I’ll see you guys later?” He asked as he walked over to the door. “Yeah dude,see you later.” Sam and Jake replied as my hand sat on top of my shirt,holding it down so I didn’t flash anyone.

We got back to ours and Colby threw me onto the bed,kissing down my body again.

I was snuggling into Colby’s side as I got a text from Tara,

Tara 🩷:

Girl,how was it,spill.

You:

Wdym?

Tara 🩷:

Girl ik u fucked him 😭

You:

We have to call tmrw I’ll tell u everything

Tara 🩷:

Okay girl x

#spotify #smut #song #romance #cute #fluff #colby brock smut #sam and colby #sam and colby fluff #colby brock #colby smut #colby x reader #colby brock x reader #colbybrock

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honey-flustered · 1 year

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Can I pls request a dom eddie munson x bratty reader

“Come Again?”

(18+ MDNI)

A/N: This was fun!! I may have gotten a little carried away lol 😅 Hope you liked it and thank you for the request ❤️

Summary: You feel the need to act out if it means getting your boyfriend to finally do something about your behavior.

Word Count: 3.8k+

Warnings: smut, graphic language, belt used as leash and cuffs, use of “master” and “sir”, use of “princess”, humiliation/degradation kink, sex toys (vibrating sex saddle, dildo, gag), reader is used as a footrest for a moment, male masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), cum eating, dacryphilia, corruption/innocence kink, sadistic!mean!eddie, bitchy!reader, kissing/french kissing, overstimulation, delayed orgasm, rough handling, hair pulling, eddie speaks to reader’s dad over the phone during sexual act, some aftercare

You’ve been called all the names in the book: goody-goody, Saint Mary, teacher’s pet. To sum it up, you’re a good girl. Never one to talk back or disobey rules. You had this kind of innocence about you that naturally people would want to protect. From your friends cautiously tiptoeing around topics about raunchy sex to your boyfriend handling you as if your made of glass…you’ve had enough!

You craved the moments where you get to put your foot down. Where you got to say ‘no’ without offending anyone. Where you got to curse, fuck, and live without the care to ruin your prettily perfect reputation.

Dating Eddie, you were sure that the image of you would shift. The good girl gone bad. You anticipated the moments he’d show you new things. The kind of things that would make father’s question their daughter’s taste in men. But no. He’s a gentleman. Even your father approved of him!

And despite the constant looks and whispers you’d get whenever people saw you two holding hands, they’d know that even he didn’t have the guts to corrupt you.

It must’ve been some reason he’d been drawn to your innocence. It had to. Because if not, then why you? He could have any girl that would have appreciated his same interests. Yet, he chose you when you were all the things he’s against. Popular, perfect, prudish and punctual. Mini skirts and magazines. Teddy Bears and Tiaras. It must’ve been something in you that he wished to defile and ravish.

It’s not like he wasn’t capable of doing such things. You’ve heard the stories about Eddie “The Freak” Munson. About what a sex god he is or how twisted he can be in bed. And it certainly wasn’t lost you the way his jaw clenches whenever you’d bend over in front of him. Or how he’d occupy his hands by fondling with the band of his watch just to keep himself from going far with you.

Tonight, this will change. You planned on raising your stick in a newfound confidence to poke at the beast that hibernated within him. No regrets. No holding back.

Earlier, Eddie passed you a note during Biology, letting you know that he had the place to himself. You rolled your eyes knowing that it was probably going to be another tame movie night. Nonetheless, you accepted his invitation with a motive in mind.

———

“I’m thinking Sixteen Candles or The Princess Bride,” He says holding up the two vhs tapes. “Personally, I’m thinking the Princess Bride because I love a good adventure.”

“Oh, really?” You say in feigned excitement before mumbling to yourself. “You could’ve had me fooled.”

“We’ll go with the Sixteen Candles. I think it’s up your alley.” Eddie goes for the vcr when you lay a hand on his shoulder, halting him. He sinks back down on the couch, eyes on you.

“I wanna watch something scary,” You bat your eyes. “Can we?”

“You sure you can handle it?” He asks, putting a hand to your knee.

You nearly scoffed aloud but instead you keep up your flirtatious nature. “Pleaseee. I can handle it.” You add in a lip bite and you catch his eye flicker down at your lips then back in your eyes.

“Okay.” He whispers, eyes foggy and voice dazed as if catch by your spell. “We could watch Halloween.”

You smiled. “Sounds good.”

Once he’d put in the tape in the vcr, he settles back beside you. A small gap between you. You weren’t exactly paying attention only focusing on the scarier parts as an excuse to nuzzle closer and closer towards him. You were sure he could feel your hardening nipples through your thinly woven top, grazing against his shoulder.

Then, you hear it. That heavy breathing. Unmistakably, you knew he was now riled up. No doubt that he’s getting harder and harder.

“Eddie…” You whispered in his ear, taking his attention away from the movie.

He swallows hard. “Uh-huh.”

You lean in for a kiss. He’s stiff at first but eventually kissing you back, slipping his tongue in your mouth. You’d broken one seal. You and Eddie have never frenched before. Why hadn’t you thought of this sooner? God, he’s so amazing at it. His thick tongue was freakishly long, winning the battle for dominance. The appendage flickers, licking at your tongue before shoving it once more in your mouth. He cups your face in the process of deepening the kiss. Your hands searching for his, placing one over a breast.

He lurches himself away, the connection of saliva between you breaking. You’re left baffled by the action.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, nervously. “I got carried away.”

You seethe. You wanted to throw a tantrum, to curse him into next week, to break things. Instead, you let your true nature surface.

“Frankly, I just think you’re much too much of a pussy to do anything, anyways.” You say, crossing your arms and turning away from him.

You can tell you’d surprised him the language you used. You sounded pretty mean, too. Something he wasn’t used to with you.

“Come again?” He asks, confused yet still just as surprised.

“Nevermind,” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m wanna go home. Take me home.”

You grab your purse, hurriedly standing up from your seat. “He’ll think again for wasting my time?” You thought to yourself.

Just as you grab the door open, Eddie slams a hand on the frame, closing it shut again. You yank at the knob then turn to face him again.

“Let me go.” You demand.

“I don’t think you heard me, princess,” His voice a dark tone, you weren’t familiar with. You were both turned on and frightened. “I want you to say it to me again.”

“Why should I? It’s not like you’ll do anything about it. I hear the things they’ve said about you around school. Rumors are just rumors I guess because you’re vanilla as. fuck.” You punctuated by pulling yourself up from the door frame to look defiantly in his eyes.

His pupils dart side to side, scanning your face. A stoic frown slowly creeping into a large smile then into a wicked laugh. “Where the fuck is this coming from?”

Your nose scrunches up in the kind of anger that takes up every muscle in face to form an expression. He places a finger under your chin, tilting your head up some more.

“My good girl still there?” He asks with a mocking smile.

“Take. Me. Home.” But that was the furthest thing you wanted him to do. You wanted to provoke him further. You were almost there.

“Why should I…” He trails the finger down your neck. “…when you were so eager to stay?”

“What exactly will you do with me then? Because you sure as hell wouldn’t touch me. You’d probably just stare at me. I’m no different than a piece of furniture to you except at least they’ve gotten more action.”

“So I’m the bad guy for wanting to take things slow with you? Because I wanted to spare you from that side of me? Do you have any idea how much I’ve restrained myself from taking you in all the ways I’ve imagined?”

“I never asked you to do that. You may think of me as some second coming of Virgin Mary but I’ll have you know I have plenty of experience. I thought having you as my boyfriend would teach me some new things. Guess it’s actually me that has to do the teaching.”

Eddie finds you awfully amusing like this. He can’t help it but to laugh, shaking his head at you. “I wonder what your friends would think if they heard you speaking this way. Oh, I’d pay to see the reaction of father dearest hearing his daughter begging to be fucked.”

“I don’t care what they think.”

“I think you do,” He sighs, slipping the belt around the loops of his jeans in one fluid motion. “If you want me to let out my true desires for you…I will. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Strip.”

“I don’t want to.” You were really playing into the role. It was almost natural to you.

“I don’t give a fuck what you want,” He growls. “Strip. Now.”

You felt a shiver go down your spine. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you in any way you wouldn’t like, but the bass in his voice was enough to make you obey.

With your eyes never once leaving his face, chest rising and falling, you strip off your clothing slowly. He makes it his mission to follow where ever your hands would go, licking his lips as if a predator to its prey.

When you got to your panties, Eddie reaches for your hand, stopping your actions. He slides your hand between your legs, guiding you to move them to the side. With his hands over yours, he guides two fingers inside you. You gasp. He’s using your hand as if a puppet, pumping your fingers into you until he carefully retreats them and raises them in the air to study.

Just as he thought: you were glistening wet.

“We haven’t even begun yet, princess. You really that wet, already?” He asks, voice strained with lust.

Your attempts to protest falls on deaf ears, when he takes your fingers and slips them into his mouth, swirling his tongue expertly around then suckles on them.

“Mmm.” He moans, eyes closed to savor your taste.

The vibrations went straight to your core causing you to flood your panties some more. You shudder which brings his attention back to you.

He smiles, letting go of your hand. “You’re so pathetic. You gonna cum, baby?”

“Fuck you.” You bite.

“Thanks for offering. But I don’t think you deserve it tonight, let alone letting you cum.”

“Then, why the fuck am I here?”

“Turn around and I’ll tell you.” Eddie says, doing a “spinny” move with his finger.

“I’m not sure I trust turning my back on you.”

“Smart girl,” He comments. “But you’re in my territory now. You do as I say. That means no more back talk unless you want to be left on the brink of an unreachable orgasm for a week.”

He wasn’t kidding either. You’ve heard the legends of girls who’ve been punished this way by him. To this day, they aren’t the same.

“Fine.” You grumble, facing your back to him.

You waited a moment for him to do something, the anticipation killing you. His hands clasp your shoulders finally and it makes you jump. You talked a big game only to be this jittery around him. You mentally cursed yourself.

His large hands slide down your arm until he’s reached your wrists, bringing them behind you. With the belt in hand, he ties it around your wrists, tight enough for you to struggle all you want but loosening was not an option.

Eddie’s lips brush your ear. “Get on your knees.”

You lower yourself, clumsily. He walks around you so that he’s looking down at your eyes again. “I’ll be right back with some gifts. Don’t go anywhere, okay.” He smiles, mockingly then jogs to his room.

Not long after he returns with a prettily wrapped pink box, sets it down in front of you. “Open your gift.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” You say, turning your body a little to remind him of your tied hands.

“With that mouth of yours, silly,” He crouches down beside you. “Tear it with your teeth.”

Of course, you listen. You didn’t even think humiliation would be something you’re into but here you were throbbing with need. Leaning over the box, you hover your mouth over it, sinking your teeth in and ripping at the paper.

He looks you up and down, every now and then a sadistic smile plasters on his face. “That’s the good girl I know,” He pets your head. “You listen well when you wish to be filled.”

Once you’d gotten most of the wrapping out the way, he takes over. Removing the lid from the box, you spot some strange items that forces you to look visibly lost before him.

“What’s wrong? Not familiar? No worries I knew the guys you messed with wouldn’t no anything about this. I’ll show you all that I know since you’re so desperate for it,” He holds up a ball gag. “These are all items I’ve purchased for my collection of all the things I’d use on you. I was gonna save it for our 6 month’s anniversary but you had to be greedy. This…is a gag. Exactly what you need to shut the fuck up.”

“You couldn’t pay me to wear it.”

“Good thing, I’m not paying you,” He retorts, then hold up a bigger item. It was in all black, a remote control beside it. Now that’s caught your attention. “This is a vibrator saddle. You straddle it and ride off to the sunset except that won’t happen until I say you can. It even comes with an additional gift you can add onto it.”

He holds up an attachable dildo in hand. “You can ride this while the vibrating pad work it’s attention on your clit.”

“You’re going to use that on me?”

“Yep, everything in here,” He says, proudly. “Now what was that thing you said about being like furniture? That was gold, baby. I think it was so good, in fact, I might actually take you up on it. You’re gonna be my footrest while I watch the rest of this movie.”

“What?! But what happened to the sex stuff and using those things on me.”

“That’s the fun part. That’ll be happening at the same time,” Eddie arranges the sex items a certain way the tall saddle machine at the foot of the couch. He is tries to put the gag over your mouth. You turn your head to one side. He exhales deeply before gripping your hair to keep your head in place then shoving the ball in your mouth. Tying the gag in place, he places a kiss on your lips. “You’re looking good already, princess. Come on, let’s get you to your place.”

He sits on the couch waiting for you to shift towards him, you don’t move. No way are you giving up your role in this so soon. You slide your arms from under you then over with them now tied in the front. You attempt to yank the gag off your mouth.

He rolls his eyes. “You really want me angry.”

Oh, yes please!

“Alright, you’re asking for it,” He lifts off the couch, clutching the strip of belt between your cuffed wrists and drags up towards the machine. When he has your legs on either side of the machine, he pulls your lacy panties to the side again and lowers you onto the thick rubber of the dildo which he preparedly lubed up for you.

You were so tight, that only the tip had sunk in. You groan, eyes rolling back.

“Aw, baby, don’t be shy to take it all. If you’re having this much trouble on this, I could only imagine how you’d react on my cock.”

He pushes you down on your shoulders, feeding you more of its inches. “There ya go,” Eddie praises. “You’re taking it so well.”

You whined against the gag, begging for something your weren’t sure you needed.

“Sorry can’t hear you. Besides, furniture shouldn’t speak,” He lays you flat on your stomach, your elbows and hands resting on the carpeted floor. “If you want this to stop at anytime. Tap your hands on the floor 3 times and that’ll be the end. For now I’m gonna finish the movie. No talking and stay still unless it’s an emergency.”

He soothes your hair once more planting a kiss on your forehead before taking his seat. Then you felt the weight of his feet on you. You didn’t think it so bad.

Until…the vibrations began. The buzzing shot straight to your core, jolting you by surprise. You moan.

Eddie looks down at you. “You remember my rules, don’t you?”

You nod at him, fixing yourself in place and making the dildo hit deeper within you. Eddie was distracted, to say the least. He was only pretending to watch the movie, too, more enamored in the way your tight little pussy swallowed the object.

He raises the level of vibration causing you to whimper around the gag back to back, rocking back and forth on the rubber length. He entertains you for a bit pressing his boot down on your bottom so you’d feel the vibrations harder. You cry out, grinding harder.

“You make a terrible footrest, princess,” He says, guiding the motions of your hips with his foot. “I bet you’re ready to apologize for your bratty behavior tonight. Ready to apologize so you can cum now?”

He turns of the machine, then lowers the gag from your sweaty face. You mascara was now running, you weren’t aware of your tears flowing.

“What do you say? Wanna apologize?”

You pant. “Is that all you got?”

The utter astonishment on his face was enough to boost your confidence for the next couple years ahead.

“I am really going to enjoy ruining you.” He slides the gag back into your mouth. Only this time, he doesn’t sit back in his seat. Eddie cranks up the machine to another level watching you shift and sob. Your hips involuntarily circled and you worried that if you continued you’d come soon and a greater punishment would be in store.

He just stares intensely at you. You, back at him with your hair falling over his face. When you glanced down for a moment, you see that he was hard than a rock. He’s straining in his jeans practically tearing through them. He catches your glance and you shoot him a knowingly teasing look.

The house phone rings interrupting your stares. You expected him to stop the machine but he only cranks it even higher.

“Oh my god, does it end?” You thought, rolling your eyes back at the sensation.

“You be quiet now, ‘kay. It’ll be very rude if you make distracting noises while I’m on the phone,” He answers the call and your heart beat sped at exactly who was on the phone. “Hello, Mr, Y/L/N. Good to hear from you, too, sir.”

You try stifling your cries as he continues to carry on a formal conversation with your father while you’re seconds from release. Eddie crouches to you again the phone close enough in case you let out even the slightest whimper, your father would for sure hear.

“Oh, Y/n? She’s doing juuust fine,” Eddie smiles. “Sure you can talk to her.”

Your eyes widened, shaking your head at him in a panic. He holds the phone away, whispering in your ear. “Do it and I’ll have mercy on you.”

That was good enough for you. You needed to cum bad or you might just explode. He lowers the gag to your face holding the phone to you. You mustered up all the energy you can to play up your ‘good girl’ persona.

“Uh-huh,” You strained. “Yes, I’ll be home at 10 on the dot. Love you, Daddyy.” You hoped he didn’t catch you nearly moan the last part. All thanks to Eddie cranking the vibrations at the highest level.

After hanging up the call, before you could moan out, Eddie slams his lips onto yours. He’s allowing himself to indulge in you, sitting you upright as he leans into you.

He breaks the kiss, turning you by your waist so that your body’s facing the couch. He sits on the edge of the couch in front of you, removing the belt from your wrists and loops it around your neck instead like a leash. Unbuttoning his jeans and pulling a massively impressive cock from his boxers, he gets to work and jerks himself at the sight of you with one hand while the other hand held the makeshift leash.

“Go on and ride it, princess. I know you’ve been wanting to cum so bad.” He groans.

You wait not a second longer, pushing your panties to the side far enough for him to see the dildo engulfed by your plump lips and suctioning walls.

“Oh, fuck, yess.” You cry out.

Each time you’d sink down, Eddie would prematurely pull you up again by the leash. You whine.

“Thank me for being merciful.” He commands.

“Thank you for your mercy, Master.” You sob, bouncing harder and faster and rubbing frantically.

“This what you’ve been looking for, princess. To be treated like my little plaything.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Want you to cum with me. Please.”

He tugs at the leash, bringing you forward only a quarter of the length inside you now. “Suck me off. I’ll be cumming down that little throat yours.”

You eagerly take him in your hands, he looked even larger from this angle. Suckling the head and tasting his essence was enough to make you addicted. You bobbed your mouth over his curved member, taking him deeper and deeper. It just wasn’t enough for Eddie. So with a little help from him, he began to use your mouth for his own pleasure, grunting with every thrust.

Each push and pull of your head forcing you to slam back against the dildo and with a couple more circles of your clit, the tension that wound so tight around had finally snapped. You release with a loud cry, wetting whatever’s in your path beneath you.

“Shit, baby. You’re so fuckin…sexy.” He punctuates with a couple strokes into the back of your throat.

This turn Eddie on enough for him to follow after you, shooting his warm liquid down your throat and forcing it down for you to take it all. You wouldn’t allow not a drop to be wasted. Bobbing back and forth to match the rhythm of your hips until you were both passed the point of sensitivity.

He pulls you off him, lowering himself for another kiss and tasting his salty essence on your tongue. You were left panting and fucked out by the end of the session. Eddie lifts you in his arms and carries you to his room.

He comes back to you with a warm towel, removing your sopping panties to careful clean you. He’ll be keeping those for his own enjoyment in the days you aren’t here. He helps you into some of his clothes for the night. You snuggle into his bed, wrapping his comforter around you.

“You okay, baby?”

“Mmhm.” Was all you could manage to say through half-lidded eyes.

“I’m gonna clean up that mess you made out there, He chuckles. “Maybe then I could take you home?”

“No, wanna stay here.” You mumble.

“Your dad’s not gonna like that.”

But you were already sound asleep, nuzzling next to his side. He laughs, placing a kiss on your forehead.

Maybe he was corrupting you after all. But Eddie does have your disobedience to thank. After all it was just the push he needed to creatively express the new ways for which he plans to ruin you.

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White Knuckles and Red Hearts | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

a cute little (I don't know what this work means, the fic is 3.9k words) oneshot for valentines day <3 IT STILL COUNTS BECAUSE ITS FEBRUARY

You had been paired together in Home Ec. You were making eclairs. Everyone else in your class sneered at him, hoping - praying - that they wouldn’t have to be in the same workspace as the freak of Hawkins High. Sure, you didn’t jump for joy when you met him in your designated kitchen space, but you gave him a warm smile and introduced yourself. From that moment on, your name rang through his mind like church bells. His hands shook when the two of you measured ingredients, but you quickly put him at ease with your effortless friendliness.

“So, eclairs huh… have you ever made them before?” You smiled over the metal bowl filled with various dry ingredients.

“Ahh, can’t say I’ve had the pleasure. Don’t find a lot of fancy baking in the trailer park. But I did spend about 10 minutes in a French class before I was kicked out so I do know that it’s french.” Eddie jousted back with a dry laugh.

“That’s where I knew you from! Your face looked so familiar to me!” You giggled. Eddie’s cheeks bloomed a glowing red. Your smile grew and you peeled your eyes away from him to form your choux.

“You know, in French eclair means flash.” You babbled. Eddie could see your cheeks were turning a darker pink than the rouge already donning your apples. Eddie wanted to listen to you talk forever. “They say it’s because the glaze on the top of them… or because people eat them so quickly, they’re gone in a flash!” You both looked up and locked eyes. You suddenly felt shy. Stupid under the glow of the big brown doe eyes peering down at you. How the hell did anyone think that this person in front of you was a freak, was dangerous, wasn’t worth friends?

“Sorry, I’m babbling now.” You turned away to begin whipping cream while Eddie had begun to boil water.

“No, no! Babble away! You have interesting stories.” Eddie praised.

The rest of the afternoon flew by as the two of you laughed, stole spoonfuls of chocolate, and filled your delicate pastries with sweet cream. The bell dismissing the students from their last period of the day startled the two of you out of your dream world. You handed Eddie the last bowl that needed to be put away and wiped your wet hands on your jeans.

“Well, thanks for being a great home ec partner, Eddie. If we get to pick our people next time, we should work together again.” You smiled and squeezed his shoulder as you breezed past him to grab your backpack. You flashed him another smile and waved at the door. Eddie felt his knees buckle. You were beautiful; Eddie had noticed you at the beginning of the semester, in awe of how simple and easy you made beauty look. You weren’t popular by any means, but as a member of the drama club, you had a great group of friends. Eddie couldn’t imagine why you would want anything to do with him.

DnD wasn’t the same; Eddie’s mind was not fully immersed in the world he had created. Usually charismatic and intense, he was tripping on words, forgetting important details he had set up last session. His mind was transfixed on you. God, he felt pathetic. You were the first girl that wasn’t in Hellfire or wasn’t trying to get free weed from him to be nice to you. Was that all this was? Was he that pathetic that he was going to fall in love with any girl who was nice to him? Surely not. You were different. Not every girl had glowing eyes like you did; nor did they have such a friendly smile, and the slightest dusting of freckles across their cheeks like yours. They didn’t genuinely laugh at his jokes or touched his arm like you did. You weren’t petty or rude or hung out with him as a joke or-

“Dude!” A squeaky voice rang out, interrupting his daydreams of your interactions. “I rolled a 16 does that hit or not?!” Dustin Henderson was not a patient person on a normal day, but now, the third time he had to snap Eddie out of whatever coma he was in, he was rapidly growing angrier by the second.

“Uh- yeah.. How many hit points does it take?” Eddie mumbled.

Within 25 minutes, the whole Hellfire party had surrendered to their DM, ending the session 40 minutes before their scheduled end. With a frustrated huff, the gaggle of high schoolers exited the stuffy prop room and into the dim hallways.

February rain was not uncommon in Hawkins. It had caught you off guard though. In typical midwest fashion, the morning had started out mild and sunny. Now, at 5:45 when you were attempting to flee the grip of Hawkins High and make the 10 minute walk to the comfort of your own home, you were met with sleet and rain. You paused at the thick glass doors keeping you warm and dry and let out a long sigh that clouded the vision in front of you. You shrugged your shoulders and pushed through the doors into the cold, wet parking lot. You were kept warm by the thought of seeing an outlandish metalhead in the morning. You had to admit, you had been scared by Eddie Munson. His hard shell deterred many people away, but when you were given the opportunity to get to know him today, you penetrated right through to his soft center. You had to stay after school to direct for the one act festival next month, but like Eddie, your mind was transfixed on your home ec partner. You replayed your conversations in your head as you headed to the main street that dissected the community of little houses and the high school field. You shivered into your jean jacket, cursing the fact that your fashion choices weren’t practical at all for a rainstorm in February. Your eyes stayed glued to the pavement in fear that your face would freeze solid if you looked against the wind. Your hair stuck to the sides of your cheeks. You moved your legs as fast as they would carry you.

Eddie jogged out to his van, now covered in frosted rain drops. The short jaunt already had made his hair heavy with moisture and left a shiver in his spine. His engine lazily sputtered to life and he tore out of the school’s parking lot. He couldn’t wait to get home to pick up his guitar and write you forbidden love songs you would never hear. His headlights pelted through the thick, icy rain. God it was miserable. As he rounded the corner of yet another sleepy avenue, he slowed his van and pulled to the side of the road. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief as he stared at your hunched over figure fighting through the storm (and very obviously losing). He pulled his rusted van over to the sidewalk just ahead of where you were trudging. You stopped and squinted towards the rusty Chevrolet Astro and the curly haired driver that was looking at you with his beautiful, yet worried, eyes. You could see Eddie’s tongue poke out of his mouth as he reached over to the passenger side of his van to unlatch the door.

“Hey, Y/N! Are you okay?” The boy had to yell to be heard over the pelting rain and the rattle of his exhaust pipe. “Do you need a lift?”

Your heartbeat quickened and your cheeks grew warm. You smiled at him sweetly. “It’s okay, Eddie. It's only a few more blocks to my house.”

“Are you sure? It’s terrible outside. I really don’t mind!” You paused in contemplation. Did you know Eddie well enough to get into his van? Most of your friends would say no, but you felt like you’d known him for a long time. You felt safe around him. So you shrugged your shoulders and hopped into his van with a small ‘thank you’ leaving your lips. A sudden wave of bashfulness hit you after you gave Eddie approximate direction to your house.

“I-I usually just walk, you know? It was so nice this morning, but…” you ended in a curt giggle, and you couldn’t help but shake your head in embarrassment. It made Eddie’s dimples sprout on each of his cheeks, like you had seen for the first time this afternoon.

“Well a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking at all! Let alone in weather like this!” Fuck. His lips moved before his brain could catch up and stop him. His eyes grew double in size and it was his turn for his cheeks to turn a bold red. “Sorry I didn’t mean- I mean-”

“It's okay Eddie.” You turned your head away from him to stifle your grin. “I appreciate the ride”

It felt like no time before Eddie pulled up to your house.

“Thank you again, so much for the ride. That was so sweet of you.” That damned shoulder touch again. The warmth from the hand around his jean jacketed shoulder sent molten lava straight to his heart.

“Hey,” he choked. He ravaged his cluttered console for an old napkin and a sharpie. He hastily scribbled his digits on the napkin and shoved it towards you, eyes glued to his knees.

“Here, take this, just in case you get caught in this shit weather again.” He didn’t feel your fingers take the paper. He peered up at you, cheeks bright red and brown eyes bright with rejection already. “You know, I just-I don’t mind driving you, you know? It’s strictly just-” He was interrupted by your soft hand around his wrist.

“Eddie” you cooed as you took the wrinkled paper from his hand. “You are the sweetest. Of course I’ll take it. I really appreciate it.” Your eyes locked with him and you felt electricity surge from him to you. You released your grip with a blush and backed away from his van.

“Maybe I can call you about some home ec homework too?” Eddie thought his chest was going to burst out of his chest.

“Y-yeah, doll. That would be great.”

He watched to make sure you got into your house, and left only when you flashed him a smile and wave from your door. He drove home smitten, still smelling your perfume, feeling your warmth from the empty seat beside him. Blissful giggles escaped his lips.

The shrill ring of the telephone startled Eddie out of his daze and brushed through the cloud in his room to the hallway. He picked up the phone and answered with a lazy ‘hey’. His throat closed when he heard your voice peep on the other end of the line. \

“Hey, Eddie. I-is this a bad time?” Yes. Eddie thought. He was just starting to feel his buzz, now he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

“No! No not at all! What’s up, Y/N?” His baritone voice went straight to the butterflies in your stomach. You took a deep breath to ground yourself. You could hardly believe what he was doing to you. Yesterday, Eddie was a stranger to you, someone that was interesting to look at, but you hadn’t dared interact with him - he was too cool for you.

“I-I’m so sorry to ask this… but I think I left my history textbook in your van from this afternoon. I am so sorry but is there any way I can come pick it up or you could-”

“Oh! Yeah I will bring it to you, no problem!” Eddie choked. Your stomach sank in excitement.

“Oh, great, thank you so much!”

“I’ll be there in 10” Eddie hung up the phone before you could let out another apologetic thank you. You bit at your nails in selfish excitement.

Eddie raced through the darkening streets of Hawkins. He remembered where you lived like the back of his hand: past the school three blocks, to the left, then take a right and you were almost at the end of the street. Luckily the storm His headlights pulled up to the sidewalk in front of your house, like he did earlier that afternoon. To his surprise, he saw the upstairs window on the second floor illuminated with your excited figure. You sheepishly slid the window open and crawled through it and shimmied down the ivied siding. You trotted up to Eddie’s unrolled passenger window.

“Hey, Eddie. Thank you so much!”

“No problem. Front door broken?” Eddie chuckled.

“Nah, strict parents make for sneaky kids.” You wagged your eyebrows at him. You boldly opened his passenger door and snaked into the seat. Eddie’s cheeks grew warm with yours as your bodies were now closer (but not as close as you both craved). He sheepishly handed you your textbook, which you pulled to your chest.

“Thanks, Eddie.” you peeped. A sudden burst of courage hit you, and although your hands felt numb, you took a breath and let the words escape your mouth. “I need to tell you, I don’t think that you’re crazy and weird like people say.” You dared to look into his soft, dark eyes. “I think you’re really sweet, and funny. And it really sucks that Hawkins is too small minded to see how great you are.” You leaned over and gave him a sweet peck on the cheek before hopping out of the passenger seat. Eddie wanted to pull you back to him, to grab your face and press his lips to yours; but he was frozen in shock. He would have never imagined you ever wanting to talk to him again, let alone thinking he was a good guy AND pressing your perfect pout to his cheek?

“Thank you again, Eddie, for driving all the way over here. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He mustered up the strength to break out of his daze. “Yeah, doll. I’ll see you then”

With silent smiles, Eddie watched you retreat back up the siding of your house back through your window, pausing to look back at him.

Eddie drove home with a smile plastered to his face.

The second week of February was filled with stolen glances in the busy hallways of Hawkins High. Your home economics classes flew by, papers being graffitied with notes and doodles passed between the two of you. Your dreams were filled with Eddie. Every second or third comment to your regular grouping of lunch buddies was something that the metalhead said or did or comments that reminded you of him; But you didn’t dare disturb him and his gaggle of Hellfire-clad freshmen; just like he knew he would warrant a death wish by coming to speak to you and your friends. So, you kept your little slice of heaven to blushing smiles, secret notes, and your home ec class.

When the two of you both found yourselves at school late (which both of you were finding more excuses, Eddie would offer to drive you home. You would sheepishly follow him through the parking lot and take (what Eddie will now permanently hope is) your spot in his rusty van. You were scared to admit it to Eddie, but it was easy for your own revelation: Eddie was very quickly becoming your comfort person.

February 14th was usually a day that reaffirmed that Eddie was destined for a life of loneliness in Hawkins, Indiana. Until, he pried open his overfull locker and was greeted with a small green note with his name neatly printed on it.

“Eddie. Thank you for being such a great person to be around. I hope you have a great day - just like the rest. You deserve them.”

Under the message, your name sat with a small heart scribbled next to it. Eddie’s cheeks burnt a furious red. His big brown eyes scanned the hallway desperately, hoping to spot your bouncy curls, or hear your infectious laugh; but to no avail. He trudged through the halls. He strode up to Chrissy Cunningham and her gaggle of cheerleaders - your normal crowd.

“Hey Chrissy.”

“Oh- uh, Eddie?” The metalhead could tell that he had caught the girl off guard.

“Sorry, don’t mean to bother you in your natural habitat” the girls shifted uneasily. “But do you know where Y/N is? I need to talk to her… about home ec homework.” He wavered over his lie, and Chrissy caught the note grasped tightly in his hand.

“I haven’t seen her yet today.” The girl gave a polite but curt answer. The group dissipated, but Chrissy offered a light touch on his shoulder. “When I see her, I’ll let her know you need to talk to her.” With her words ringing in his ear, and the shrill warning of the morning bell, Eddie was alone in the hallway with his lovestruck mind. He decided to do what he did every time he was in crisis: go to the bleachers and make himself forget about all the shit that was worrying him. He spent the morning outside, but by the end of the day Eddie had spent his time either thinking about you, or tracing every inch of the school looking for you.

You had stayed home, school feeling less than ideal today. You had stuffed the note in Eddie’s locker at the end of the day - opting to stay even later than he did and walked yourself home. You didn’t sleep all night, and could barely get any food down today. Would he understand? You were only bold enough to make a move in subtleties. Would he care?

Eddie gripped his steering wheel with white knuckles. It was a drive that he wished was both over already and would never end. It was a short drive to your house from Forest Hills Trailer Park. Eddie had called Hellfire off and beelined out of the school when he found out you hadn’t shown up at all. He felt he had paced a trench in his bedroom floor debating whether or not he should go to your house. What if the letter was a mistake? Or if you were only reaffirming you only liked him as a friend? When the clock hit 9:30pm, he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed his keys from the hook by the door and trotted down the concrete steps. When the van rumbled to a start, he turned the radio fully off, too tempted to be absorbed in his own thoughts. The streetlights of your neighborhood illuminated the small red heart box and the humble bouquet of roses that sat where you normally did. Eddie chewed on his lip so hard he thought he tasted blood. His brakes squealed to a halt on the sidewalk outside of your tidy little house. He had hoped that the light in your bedroom would be off, so he could wimp out and go home and hide in his bed forever. But his heart skipped an excited beat when he saw the light in the window you had crawled out of a week ago was on, and it illuminated your figure moving through your room.His breath caught in his throat as he turned the key in his ignition and grabbed his wares to begin his journey up the ivy siding to your window.

You had hid yourself away in your room - cassettes, VCRs and books being your welcome distraction from your anxious heart. A tap on your window pulled you from Madonna’s breathy whines about living in a material world. Your heart dropped to your knees when you saw a mop of dark ringlets framing an alabaster face. Eddie’s eyes were wider than you have ever seen them, but filled with an unreadable haze. You rushed to the window and let the boy fall into your room. He straightened himself up with a nervous smile, you returned the sentiment. His hands stayed fixed behind his long body. He shifted his weight, but couldn’t help but inch closer to you as well.

“Hey” he peeped

“Hi, Eddie. What are you-”

“I-uh. I got your note.”

Your breath hitched and it was your turn to shift your weight. The spot on your carpet was suddenly too tempting to look at than Eddie’s face. His hands obscured his vision. In them you saw a small red box, and flowers. You looked up at Eddie with confused excitement; his face was warm, cheeks blushing.

“I looked for you all day at school today because I wanted to ask you if you’d be my-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you threw yourself into his arms. Your cheek could feel the pounding in his chest and he stood in shock.

“Of course I will, Eddie.” You breathed into him. You pulled yourself away from him and took the flowers from his hand. You placed them on your desk with a giggle. You turned to see the open box that Eddie had in his hand. In it laid a small chain with a pink and purple guitar pick. You gasped in awe and your eyes filled with tears.

“I thought, since I have one-” he pulled a red and black pick on a chain out of his Dio tee. “We could kind of match.” Eddie’s voice shook. His cheeks matched the red on his own necklace. You pulled him to you and pecked your plumped lips against his cheek. Eddie chuckled as he spun you to put your new favorite piece of jewelry on you. Eddie clasped the metal and ran his hands down your arms.

“Let me take you on a date, please?” He whispered. His hands sent shivers throughout your body. His lips pursed on the top of your head and you wished you could stay in this moment forever. You turned in his arms and draped yourself around his neck. His arms migrated from your arms to your cheeks. His doe eyes were dark with admiration, he wanted to devour you whole, but he waited, silently asking for permission to press his lips to yours. You silently obliged him and tilted your chin up to him. His soft lips met yours and the world slowed. His thumb traced small grounding circles on your jaw. Your insides filled with molten, a desperation for the moment to never stop. Eddie’s soft lips probed yours, lightly asking for permission to deepen your kiss. You permitted him with a content sigh and let Eddie show you just how much he really cared about you. All of the words he was too afraid to say to you, all of the times he wished that he could sweep you off your feet and kiss you in front of everyone. For the thank you he couldn’t give you for the note you left him. For the times he wanted to ask you out in his van, or the time he desperately wanted to tuck your wet hair behind your ear the first day he drove you home. He poured all his heart out to you and you felt it. You pulled away softly with wet eyes.

“Eddie, I would be honored.”

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