#💋 andy

[rowdyluv]

By any chance would you write an alex lyon smut?🥴🍒

Eek I could certainly try! 🫢 if you haven’t already you should check out @puck-luck’s Alex smut she just put out and then all the others🤤

[andromedashoax]

Andromeda Black

hi I’m Andromeda Black

friend/family call me Andy or Dromeda

slytherin

french

head girl

17 years old

i’m single

lover of poetry, art, literature & music

fashion icon

mes amours:

Slytherins

Bellatrix, my crazy old sister: @the-queen-bellatrix

Regulus, my little cousin : @little-king-offical

Pandora, my prettiest cousin ever: @pandoras-nox

Severus, potions master: @severusprince-snape

Barty, chaotic, boozes, & flirting: @lifeofthe-barty

Evan, chaotic cousin: @whokilledevanrosier

Dorcas, she is that girl: @cas-not-the-band

Rodolphus Lestrange, emo boy: @rodolphus-le-strange

Rabastan, shiny: @feeblemortal

Persephone Lylia, queen of color- @daughter-of-spring

Anastasia Selwyn, a goddess in disguise: @anastasia-selwyn

Vidalia Carrington, gorgeous: @vidiadelafairy

Aelius Fawly, style king: @aelius-with-a-quill

Edmund Avery, chaotic thing 1: @averykissableguy

Bruce Mulciber, chaotic thing 2: @fire-allayer

Valentina Zabini, a show woman: @vszabini

Narcissa: @flowers-of-narcissus

Lucius: @malfoy-lu

Hufflepuff

Olivier, sev’s boyfriend??: @oxxen--free

Sybill Trelawney, fortune cookie: @sybill-patrica-trelawney

Imogen Morningstar, she seems cool:@imogenmorningstar

Adam Morningstar, he quite but really sweet: @adam-lukas-morningstar

Elias Smith, dove: @magandang-kaluluwa

Ravenclaw

Alex, il est vraiment chaud: @kingalexanderthegreat

Xenophilius, spiritual and whimsical actually pretty cool: @xeno-graphical

Theodore, he has it all: @tjsinclairofficial

Emmeline, besties: @emmelineandhervans

Lockhart, another fashion icon (please tell me your secrets): @mystical-magical-me

Rita Skeeter, please stay out of my business: @poison-penmanship

Gryffindors

Sirius, my go to person: @thebr1ghteststar

Remus, favorite future cousin in law: @looneymoonyy

Lily, iconic no need to tell you more: @lilyevensoffical

Alice, very sweet girl: @alicethekindon

Peter, is beth harmon: @wormy-loves-ch33se

Mary, sweet as sugar: @mary-mcdeal

Marlene, hottest hottie around: @marls-mckinn0ns

James, he very funny and Sirius best mate: @james-the-amazing-potter

Hestia, the hot cat mom: @hjonesworld

Phoenix, my gossiping buddy: @flyasaphoenix

Fabian Prewett, smooth: @fabian-with-an-f

Molly Prewett, so sweet @mollberryshortcake

School Papers

Newspaper: @hogwartsstudentconfidential

The Quibbler: @student-quibbles

to join dm @lixzey or @jennapancake!!!! this is my interpretation of the Andromeda so if you don’t like it don’t interact

[calibabii21]

|| awakened pt 3 || p.js

pairing: jisung x afab!reader

genre: smut, mature. mdni, cheeky, idol x black bestie au

warning:. flirtation, teasing, excessive use of the word noona lol, size kink, cunnilingus, fingering, slight exhibitionism/almost caught, confident boi Jisung, BDE Jisung agenda.

wc: 2.38k

a/n: so I have been working on this since March, and I am so sorry it has taken so long. if I'm being honest, Jisung wasn't even supposed have his own part, but his large hands have me in quite the grip. to my Sungie enthusiasts, @neoculturecollectives & @brownsugarbaybee, and everyone else waiting for this, thank you saur much for your patience😭🫶🏾 also, this isn't proofread🌚

“Here you go, Sungie,” you place the bowl of piping hot stew in front of the young boy.

“be careful, it’s hot.” he nods wordlessly and rushes to take a bite of one of your favorite foods “ou- fuck that’s hot!”

he glances in your direction, fanning his tongue, to see you giving him a look of disproval with your hands on your hips.

“Jesus- I just told you to be careful!!” you claim in exasperation, “what, do you need me to blow on it and feed it to you?” 

He immediately pauses and looks at you with an interested expression.

you scoff a laugh, turning away from him “I don’t even know why I asked.”

you hear the dragging of the stool against the hardwood floor as he stands up, “pleeeeease?” you shake your head and continue your task of washing the dishes “Jisung, no.”

You think he’s given up until you feel a chin fall onto your shoulder, “please noonaaa?” you tense at the pet name and tilt your head to see him giving you the most adorable side-eyed puppy dog pout.

“...fine.” you say gruffly before drying your hands and taking over his previous seat, instructing him to stand in front of you.

There’s a brief period of silence as you blow on the soup letting out a monotonous, “ahh,” to which he complies and repeats as you feed him.

“What are you staring at?” you question as you feed him the last bites and place the spoon into the empty bowl.

“nothing, noona, you just..seem so soft to me.” the phrase bringing heat to your cheeks as you’re instantly thrown into a memory of your last interaction-

“Well this is a surprise” a pink cheeked Jisung turns around leaning his back against the locked door, “did you..need something?”

You look at him with a raised brow as he stalks toward you, continuing to eye you. “You know, the least you could do is spea-” you’re hushed when he places a hand on the left side of your neck.

you can tell he’s unsure of himself through the hesitance of his touch, so you decide to remain silent and allow him his exploration of your body. 

His free hand runs featherlight touch from your shoulder, down your arm to your hand- pausing to inspect it in its entirety, mainly relishing in the softness of it in his own, before resuming his trail and resting his hand on your waist.

you shift your weight and let out a sharp breath as his right hand flexes against your throat in an attempt to compose himself as he seems to be getting overwhelmed by the feeling of you, “you're just so.. soft to me noona.” his grip drops a bit and tightens on your hip, “well..”

You’re brought back to the present as you feel Jisung’s hands on your thighs, his fingers mindlessly tracing shapes on them.

“Well I’m finished here so-”

“do you want to-''

you both pause, looking at the other to continue speaking before chuckling softly, “you go first.”

Like the gentleman he is, he allows you to speak your statement of finishing your task, “I said I’m finished here, so, I’ll go to my room.”

You can feel his hands falter against your bare skin, “o-oh..”

There’s an offness to his response, clearly signifying that he has more on his mind, “what is it you were going to say?”

your question is gentle as he looks at you with a sheepish, sour smirk, “it’s nothing noona. You can go to your room, I’ll finish up the dishes.”

He doesn’t even leave you room to respond as he’s already grabbed his dirty dish and returned to the sink. What's with him?

You're 99.9% sure he's doing this on purpose.

But on the .01% chance that he isn't, you manage to barely maintain your composure.

For some reason it’s like the other guys don’t even live here anymore. They’re always gone doing who knows what, yet you always see Jisung.

His presence has been even more..well, present, as of late. You don’t know if it’s your ovulation hormones, but everything about him stands out to you.

When he walks into the house straight after a workout drinking water, dressed in insanely compressed shirts tucked into loose basketball shorts.

When he walks into the kitchen fresh out of the shower with a towel around his shoulders to dry his hair- you can just tell his abs are being flexed beneath the oversized white t-shirts he wears.

The way he licks his lips in attempt to make his whistles come out smoother, when in reality, it’s just making you feral. You catch yourself watching him from the couch and have to snap yourself out of it as he joins you.

“What are we watching?” You shriek and scoot away from him when water from his wet hair flings in your direction. “Jisung, you have to completely dry your hair.”

You watch as he half rubs the towel through his hair and shake your head sighing, “bab- that’s not how it’s done Sungie.”

Soon you’re tugging the towel from his hands and straddling his lap. Though you act like you aren’t paying attention, you notice his expression is confident, unfazed.

Just studying you. Almost as if he knew you were having certain thoughts about him.

“Was this just an excuse to get close to me, Noona?” You jump at the sound of his voice, accidentally grinding against him, as his large hands come to your waist.

Your eyes finally meet one another’s, his smirk so naturally sexy your breath hitches.

When did he get this confident?

His eyes slowly trace over your face, noticeably taking in how close your lips are to his own. 

When your hands freeze in his hair, his eyes drift back to yours, “something wrong?”

You shake your head, “You’re just so..big.”

Whether you’re talking about his hands against you, his growing bulge, or just him in general- he doesn’t know, but you see something in his eyes flicker alight. 

“You know Noona, I think you were right..” you tilt your head as indication for him to continue.

“I think I do have a size kink..” you don’t say anything, just stare at him. “Because..every time you’re in my presence…looking up at me….I just want to completely demolish you.”

Your eyes gloss over and you let out the faintest whimper, causing him to let out a condescending laugh.

“Ohh, Noona. You’re so easy. If I had known how sensitive a kitten you were I’d have taken care of you sooner.”

Then he leans close to your face, as if about to kiss you, before pulling back- chuckling as you chase after him, cross eyed gaze solely on his lips.

“And a desperate one too.”

He looks ready to tease you some more but refrains as he hears the voices of a few of the members entering the house. 

“Unless you’re going to take this further in front of the guys, I suggest you get off of me gorgeous.” 

That night ends with heated stares at Jisung and the boys teasing you about how flustered you look. 

Or so you thought.

As you pad into the kitchen you notice how quiet the house is. It isn’t unusual for some of the guys to go to bed a little early, but for it to be pitch black at only 11pm- they must have a really early schedule. 

When you close the fridge, sipping on your cold tea, you’re startled by a husky whisper. “What are you doing up?”

You turn to Jisung with a hand over your racing heart and softly respond, “I got thirsty.”

But he wordlessly passes by you to grab a fresh bottle of water and replaces the tea in your hand.

“If you’re thirsty you should hydrate, not dry yourself out with a caffeinated..beverage.”

he chuckles leaning against the counter next to you and drinks the tea that was once yours, “You’ve gotta stay nice and moist.”

There’s a beat of silence before he bursts into quiet laughter, ‘I couldn’t even take myself seriously with that one.”

Your giggles are cut short as he pivots to face you, swiftly lifting you onto the counter. “Can you tell I’ve been in the gym Noona?”

Based on the look you gave him, he even found himself cringing at his line, “Okay, yeah, i-ignore that-”

He takes a deep breath and starts over, “What I’m trying to say is, do you see how easy it is for me to toss you? I could just ragdoll you as I please, couldn’t I?”

It isn’t until now that you’re getting fed up with the tugging of his back and forth teasing. “Are you just going to talk or will you actually do something this time.”

Your question turned statement catches him off guard for a split second, but he shakes his head, quick on the cover up and scoffs gripping the counter; just close enough for you to feel the heat from his hands on your thighs.

“I’ve only been trying to be respectful of you Noona.” His hands ghost over the skin of your calves  “Because once I touch you,” before tracking their way up to firmly rest on your thighs, eyes slowly dragging up to meet yours, “there’s no getting rid of me. Understand?”

Your breath is shaky as it releases in a pant, but you nod nonetheless.

You allow the tips of his fingers to slip beneath the t-shirt you’re wearing- which, now that you think about it, may or may not be his.

“So you not only steal my clothes..but when it’s worn, you choose to wear nothing underneath.”

He lets out a laugh that nearly sounds like a growl and digs his fingers into the flesh of your ass. “Does it make you feel closer to me? Were you just waiting for a moment like this? Me sweet talking your pussy to leak on this counter?”

The whimpering is uncontrollable at this point. How does he even think of these things?? You’re snapped out of your thoughts when his left hand latches onto your face, giving your cheeks a slightly tense grip as his thumb begins massaging between your folds. “Noona? I asked you a question.”

The dominance is suddenly upped- almost in a similar manner to someone you’re very familiar with, but it is oh so natural and perfect on him. 

“I-I don’t know.” It’s obvious that you just spat out an answer, already wrapped up in pleasure, so he takes his actions even further.

“You are way too distracted and dumb- and so soon already.”

He nips at your bottom lip before releasing your face and pulling you to the edge of the counter, “Try and keep your voice down. Think you can do that for me?”

You nodded eagerly, biting your lip. Now, this man could have been asking you to assist him in a bank heist, but the sight of Jisung’s face between your legs, in the kitchen- he could ask you to do anything and you’d say yes.

Immediately your head is thrown back before slowly tilting back down to look at him, your eyes meeting instantly as he flat tongues the first lick to your clit. 

Never did you think you would see, let alone be the cause of, Jisung in such an erotic position. With his hands up your shirt, pinching your nipples, your fingers reach out to brush his bangs away from his eyes, but that sets him off and he’s fully diving into you.

Feasting.

Though your breathing alone is noticeably audible, he doesn’t reprimand you over it. He only inserts his index and middle finger in you, pumping in a perfected ‘come hither’ motion as he begins sucking on your clit.

Just as someone opens their bedroom door, seemingly heading to the restroom, you let out a less than soft moan, “Jisung.”

The person’s steps falter, but that only makes Jisung increase the speed of his fingers as his free hand latches onto your mouth and nose, blocking your airflow.

Despite the lewd noises his tongue and your juices make, the person continues their journey to the bathroom.

“Dumb fucked out kitten can’t even keep its mouth shut, so I’ll shut it for you.” Your tongue tries to loll out as your head tilts back, but with his hand covering your mouth, it only runs across the sensitive flesh of his palm.

The texture of your tongue causing him to falter and let out a small groan, “Can’t wait to get your tongue on me?”

The visual to his words with the lack of oxygen have you clenching around his fingers, which in turn prompts him to moan against you, “mm ‘bet you just imagined being on your knees for me, didn’t you?”

You feel your body both tensing and going slack as he eggs you closer to your climax. “You’re enjoying the feeling of my fingers so much. Just how much further will my cock make you fall apart?”

And those words. The hidden promise in them. That is what brought you to your end. Toes curled, back arched, and legs both spreading and drawing back in a way that causes his fingers to caress your insides differently at the last second.

You end up biting down on his hand as a means to keep from screaming as juices spurt out of you, but he just takes it; focused solely on the rapid lapping of his tongue and the contradicting strokes of his long digits.

Your vision fades even darker in the already pitched kitchen, but Jisung’s soft voice and large hands coddling your face pull you back to reality. “Noona..Noona? You here with me?” You blink up at him, nodding as a stupid dopey grin slowly makes its way onto your face, “mhm.”

He sighs a chuckle and shakes his head, “alright Dopey, let’s go get you cleaned up.” Making sure your legs are stable as he helps you off of the counter, he guides you back to your room to care for you properly- the mess you made on the floor slipping both of your minds.

Little do you know what tomorrow has waiting for you

*mdni banner made by ©️cafekitsune*

[kindahoping4forever]

Via Andy Deluca on IG

[laufeysons-edits]

I'm going to boop you so hard, Larry in Dallas looks PG 😏

[batcavescolony]

Fav characters of supernatural? And has destiel gotten you yet?

Favorite characters? Jo is a top 5 for me I like her a lot, Bobby of course he's great, I can't choose between Sam or Dean they both have their merits, Bela was so fun cus you knew she was gonna double cross 'what's she gonna do next?' Kinda way and obviously Cass is a mood I love him.

In order I'd say

1) Sam and Dean (don't make me choose)

2) Bobby

3) Cass

4) Jo

5) Bela.

I definitely see Destiel in the way they act around each other, I can see why so many people ship it.

[crucifix-cramp]

TODAY IS THE DAY.

SISTERS OF MERCY.

ANDREW ELDRITCH IN THE FLESH.

[cannibalistjc]

its true... this happened ;3

tbh im more mad that he wouldnt use me instead of the FUCKING PRINGLES CAN

my man was THAT desperate to fuck something he cant even wait for me 😭

okay, more specific nsfw fictive source memories below :P

so from what i remember (which is a lot mind you) it was a "free use" situation both ways. i used him when i needed to get off and visa versa

most of the times we were horny together but sometimes one of us just wasnt in the mood and if that lasted to long we would just masturbate instead bc we were either busy or mad at each other lol

in that case, i understand but he never fucking asks when im busy 😭

like i will drop what im doing 95% of the time to have sex but sometimes he just doesnt ask :( like at least ask meeeeeeee

fun fact !! my libido is higher than andy's but his stamina is wayyyy higher than mine ToT

whenever i ask for sex and hes not necessarily horny it'll last one maybe two rounds but when HE asks its all night ~ i wont be able to walk the next day bc of it lol its like hes saving up all his horniness to let out all at once 😭

(source)

🩷: Look, you should take it as a compliment! It just means you give dick so good that no fake one, even if it vibrates, can compare to you! And besides, these were my favorite flavor of Pringles and now they're in a god damn Ziploc bag because you had to use the chip tube as a bootleg pocket pussy!

[mommy-andie]

Message mommy Andie now for your diapers changing and session right now babies and sissy mommy really need to diapered you so you can see the different between goddess and a mommy me now so we can have a nice time together am really fun to be with and also open to new things 💕🧸💞🍼💋🩷

[andromedashoax]

every girl needs a black dress <3

[calibabii21]

Happy New Year from Z💋💖

I may be a writer but I am not a woman of many words.

I just want to let all know how appreciative I am of you. each and every one of you *both tagged and not* fulfill different and specific aspects of my life these last 365 days have truly been a light.

I've always been a virtual person but never did I think I would go into the new year with so many new friends and moots and most importantly, a community.

I appreciate the love we all give one another in spite of differences in opinions, beliefs, and time zones lol.

Kari baby, the start of it all. my first black tumblr moot, my babydoll💗 @brownsugarbaybee

Andy, my twin flame❤️‍🔥, my best hype woman, MY BABY CAKES @neoculturecollectives

AJ, another beautiful black ally I cherish @thesafecafe

Z!!!! MY NAME BUDDY, FIRST OFFICIAL BRODIE WODIE HOMIE, MA BABY BUTT🥹 @ddeonghwassimp here for you always😌

Ella girl, you're one of my longest moots on here and I love that we have made it this far🥹🩷 @tinypink-macaron

PIXIE!! we barely became moots before we instantly clicked. we can have our unhinged anime men talks and we can have our deep world talks. I appreciate every conversation🤎🧚🏽 @atinystaypixie

nabi~~ we also haven't known each other long but our synergy???? OFF THE CHARTS!! the way we can piggyback fic concepts, dialogue, and even visuals is so fun. I look forward to the many works together we have to come🦋💜 @jenoslutie

We are all entering a c o m p l e t e l y new year with one another and I just find that so beautiful. I am excited for the abundance, prosperity, and opportunity 2024 has for us.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! I LOVE YOU ALL!! MWAH MWAH MWAH💕

@multifandomslxt @onyourhyuck @wonbinisbabygurl @najmsshoulders @wonhosmistress @jungwonsblkgf @pennedbyeve @chrollohearttags @softsan @sexygrass @reallybigproblem

[andromedashoax]

oh my, i think feel a bit feral honey 😛

Ready for Mary's party. Thanks babe for taking the photo @andromedashoax ❤️

@james-the-amazing-potter @looneymoonyy @wormy-loves-ch33se @mystical-magical-me @king-ofthe-crop @xeno-graphical @malfoy-lu @rodolphus-le-strange @averykissableguy @fire-allayer @poison-penmanship @lifeofthe-barty @whokilledevanrosier @little-king-official @cas-not-the-band @marls-mckinn0n @hjonesworld @mary-mcdeal @emmelineandhervans @sybill-patricia-trelawney @lilyevansoffical @alicethekindone @flowers-of-narcissus @andromedashoax @the-queen-bellatrix @severusprince-snape @fabian-with-an-f @mollberryshortcake @fawningamos @k1ndest-keeper @aelius-with-a-quill @annajohn-silvae @adam-lukas-morningstar @imogenmorningstar @oxxen--free @camille-laurier @luciagraham @daughter-of-spring @magandang-kaluluwa @kingalexanderthegreat @flyasaphoenix @veronica-davis @tjsinclairofficial @anastasia-selwyn @vszabini @lialovergirl @antoniadolohov @gav-the-rockstar @vidiadelafairy @gabriel-lumiere @devsmagicalblog

[richonnelovers4life]

The Ones Who Live elevated Rick 😮‍💨🥵😮‍💨🥵 Andy has never looks so fine ❤️🥰😍💋

[trashmouth-richie]

Okay so

Choke Me Bite Me has made me feral

I’m thinking about the next part…maybe some smutty angst where Eddie’s girlfriend catches him and Reader, or he calls out Reader’s name while sleeping with his girlfriend? And she makes him choose? Up to you who he chooses…feel free to go full angst.

Xoxoxoxoxo, @munson-blurbs 💚

CHOKE ME BITE ME | part ii | for reference

this will be the last for this ask/ mini series 😘 thank you for all the love ❤️ 💋 thank you to @lunatictardis for the req that started this 💕💕

eddie x female!reader

w.c 3.2k

warnings: NO MINORS, p in v unprotected sex, cheating, drug use. etc

Over the past few weeks Eddie had been acting stranger than usual. Someone who was once a leader among younger misfits of Hawkins, was now nowhere to be found. His seat at lunch would be empty for days, only to be seen rushing in at the last minute to eat a few pretzels and steal Dustin’s hat, or to tease Mike about his supposed California “girlfriend”. Other days he would go missing for lunch and half of his classes, which for him, was not uncommon, but coming back to class with his hair in a low bun, cheeks flushed and sweaty, was. He even started canceling Hellfire or moving it entirely at the last minute, claiming he wasn’t prepared or that Wayne needed him.

The boys of Hellfire grew suspicious of their leather and denim adorned Dungeon Master, “He’s gotta have a girlfriend.” Mike squeaked, the effects of puberty still hitting even though he was the tallest of the nerds.

“He’s had a girlfriend for a long time, dumbass.” Gareth sneers, “How the fuck have you not noticed?”

“Fuck I don’t know! He never talks about her!”

Dustin, easily the smartest of the group, chimes in, “Actually, that’s a good point.. he doesn’t talk about her… at all.”

“Last I heard, she was fucking around on him, I heard her talking about it with Chrissy Cunningham during Biology a few weeks ago. I told him but he didn’t seem to give a shit.” Jeff shrugs, shoveling in a heap of chewy canned corn. “You know how he is.”

The rest of the boys nodded in agreement, brushing it off their shoulders as they planned how they were going to beat Eddie’s next campaign, if he didn’t cancel, again.

“Christ, mmm are you sure no one’s going to come in and see us, you almost got us caught last time.”

“Nice try princess, you almost got us caught cause of that fucking whore mouth you have… fuck.”

“Not my fault you can’t keep your mouth shut when your dick is in my throat.”

The hellfire room echos with your combined moans as Eddie pumps harder into you harder, ass hanging off the table, he’s rubbing your clit as you clench around him. Sweat is dripping from his thick tufts of hair as he rolls his eyes into the back of his skull— full demon mode as he claws at your hip with his other hand.

Since Eddie brought you to school that day after date crashing, and vandalizing Andy’s car, you had both been skipping class to— explore the inner walls of Hawkins— or for lack of better words, fuck in any empty room you could get to first. So far the broom closet across from Ms. O’Donnell’s, the Hellfire room (Eddie’s personal favorite) , the band room, the wood shop shack, the dugouts by the baseball fields and the picnic table in the woods: had all been defiled by you and Eddie.

“I swear you get tighter every time we fuck,” Eddie groans as you writhe beneath him, grabbing him by the thins of his shirt collar to look him in the dark glassy pits of his eyes while you moaned into his mouth and come all over his cock. “Thassit pretty girl, fuck you’re so fucking hot, so perfect— letting me fuck you allover this goddamn school, I’m coming fuck fuck fuck.” He comes undone, shivering and bucking his hips harder with every shooting release his body produces. He collapses halfway on top of you, causing the cheap table to groan and buckle beneath your combined weight, crashing to the floor with Eddie’s dick still buried inside of you.

The shock wears off and you’re both hysterically laughing, your laughter pushes his softening length out of you along with your combined come, oozing out of your pussy and all over the floor like pearly melted ice cream treat. “Don’t think I’ve ever broken a table from fucking before.”

“What can I say, I’m just that good,” you say with a wink as you button up your blouse, fixing your hair and blotting your mascara ran eyes.

Eddie couldn’t deny you anymore. He had been putting on this hard ass facade for a while now, but every now and then he would slip up, telling you how pretty you were, bringing you back to his place and holding you while you both slept after the usual hookup and joint. With all the time you had been spending together, you wondered if they were even together anymore. You never mentioned him to her. Never treading towards that car wreck of a relationship. He didn’t seem nearly as frustrated and pissed off as he did when this situation first started. In fact, the sex was almost sweet at times, blaming it on the weed as Eddie would bottom out into your pussy, holding your hands above your head and kissing you sloppy, his hips rolling slow in tandem with the low rumblings of “Free Bird” playing in the background, singing into your ear as he fucked into you slow.

Tucking himself back into his jeans, your come still sticky sweet on his cock, he smirks, “yeah, you’re something all right.”

The jingle of a key in the door has you both on alert, pulling Eddie out of the blissful limbo of wondering if you’re just fuck buddies or a little something more. He helps you to your feet and holds your hand tight, yanking you towards the back door leading to outside. You're both laughing as you run to the picnic table in the woods, grabbing your hand tighter, filling his lungs with fresh air, coughing from the years of lung abuse. A blush pricks its way across his cheeks as he looks down at you. Your smile will end up killing him, he’s certain of that. The ache in his heart subsides when he sees it. Like all the bullshit she puts him through doesn’t matter. Because he has you.

She had been noticing Eddie’s lack of attendance, not that she cared. Even though she didn’t sit with him and his band of freaks at lunch, she couldn't help but distinguish between the now quietness of the cafeteria and Eddie’s normal prancing around like a lunatic, blurting the conformities of the world for all of his very much uninterested peers to hear. Being with him was suffocating. Clutching the air from her perfect image and tarnishing her brand of Hawkins High elite. She allowed their time to be spent together at his place rather than hers, not wanting to taint her family name by having that garbage pile on wheels parked outside the trim and poised bushes of the monstrous house in the newer golf course addition to Hawkins. He didn’t understand what the big deal was, why she thought it was important or even fucking cared at all.

“So you’re embarrassed to be with me?” He’d whine. She so badly wanted to say yes, but clung on to their relationship as a backup…mostly for the free weed. Okay only for the free weed. Sometimes sacrifice was necessary get what you actually wanted. And for that, she would sacrifice herself and lie through her teeth to get what she desired— but what she wanted, wasn’t Eddie.

She was in love with him, or at least she thought she was early on in their relationship. Hooking up after stumbling into the Hideout on a Tuesday night in the summer after a birthday party for Chrissy landed them a ride to the bar and free drinks from the bartender she had been flirting with all night. Eddie was singing that night, sweaty and shirtless. Hair soaked down to his shoulders as he sang and winked towards her. She thought he was in college, home for the summer, playing with his band, working on the side, she was astonished to find out that he was twenty and still in high school, her high school. Eddie had fallen head over heels for her, excited that someone, anyone, would give him the time of day. He was oblivious to her wandering eyes, the way guys would snicker and wink at her whenever they were near. Even missing her crude hand and mouth gestures she made to the jocks on the football team. He was so blissfully unaware, and she used it to her advantage.

He had caught her, she didn’t know it, but he had seen her cheating. He decided to show up to her house on her birthday, a dozen roses tucked under his arm and a pretty heart necklace wrapped in gold paper he had seen at the jewelry store in star court mall. He had spent two weeks worth of dealings to afford it, only for her to be kissing Jason Carver on her front porch. The following night you had been working at Melvald’s when he came stomping in, searching for batteries for his Walkman. You had seen him around school, heard the rumors about him being a vessel for satan. But nothing would prepare you for the pool of wetness in your panties when he smooth-talked you into meeting him out back after your shift for a smoke. That night you were both high out of your minds, lazily shotgunning one another as Eddie pounded into you from behind in his van. Releasing all his pent up anger from seeing her with Jason the previous night. You were his outlet, he had made it clear to you that this was strictly fooling around, nothing more, and to never, under any circumstances were you allowed to talk about her.

That was almost two months ago, and although you promised yourself you wouldn’t, begged yourself not to care about him, to move on from him— you simply couldn’t. You craved him when he wasn’t around, needed him when you had a bad day. What started off as a fling was currently erupting into nights of late night talking, spending more time at Eddie’s house than you did at your own, even meeting his uncle on accident when Eddie started undressing himself and you, shucking his jacket to the ground and toeing off his Reeboks, when he backed himself into the front door of the trailer, a stunned Wayne sitting at the kitchen table, clearing his throat from behind a cup of coffee. But he was still with her.

One night, crowded around the small pea green table finishing their supper, Wayne clears his throat, swallowing the last bits of his tv dinner, “So what happened to ol’ uh whatshername?” Wiping his graying mustache with the back of his hand, rolling his eyes as Eddie stares at him with a confused look on his face, one eyebrow curled up, the other shoved high into his fringe. “Don't’ play stupid with me, boy, your girlfriend.” Wayne grunts.

“Oh.. uh— well we’re still together, why? Gossip not cutting it at the plant, need some entertainment?” Eddie sneers, putting up his walls of defense so quick they practically shook the foundation of the fragile decaying trailer.

“As much as I love not seeing her scowling face around here, was just curious as to why she ain’t, and why you try to sneak y/n out of here in the mornings when you think I’m asleep.”

Eddie’s face pales, running a hand down his face he sinks lower into his chair. “I don’t know what to do.” He groans, talking behind his hands.

“Boy, I know that skull of yours is thicker than concrete, but I never figured you’d be that damn dumb.”

“Hey!” Eddie protests, “it’s not that easy! She was the first girl ever to notice me!”

“It is that easy, you’re just not paying attention, ain’t never seen you smile more than when y/n is around. That other snooty rich bitch used hand sanitizer every time she touched something here. Drove me nuts watching her turn her nose up to you, to this place. Her heart ain’t in it son, and quite frankly it never was,” he stands from the table, throwing away the paper formed sectioned out plate and puts the fork in the sink, rubbing his hands along the fraying towel hung from the stove, “sometimes you gotta open your eyes a little bit and see who makes you happy, who you actually like spendin’ time with.” He tucks his head beneath a worn ball cap and waves bye as he steps out of the trailer, leaving a dumbfounded Eddie staring holes into the cold mashed potatoes. A decision pressed along the inner workings of his mind.

“Jesus Christ,” Gareth points across the dim lit parking lot, laughing as the shadows of Eddie’s van rocks back and forth.

“You know what they say, when the van’s a rockin’ don’t come knockin” Jeff explains, wiping the last bit of Coke off his chin. “Told you he had a girlfriend, Mike!”

Hellfire had just gotten over and the party was heading to their vehicles. The late spring air was chilly as a light breeze picked up, scattering trash along the black asphalt of the parking lot in a sad tango.

“Shit, guess he did have something better to do.” Mike says with a laugh, high fiving Dustin and Lucas. A car pulls into the parking lot, parking right behind Eddie’s van.

“Wait isn’t that…”

“No fucking way!”

Stepping out of the car was Eddie’s girlfriend, fuming pissed as she knocked and banged on the windows.

“Oh shit, oh shit!” Gareth yells as he runs towards Eddie’s van. “Let’s go!” he yells over his shoulder, summoning the rest of Hellfire to help out their devoted DM.

A note taped to the inside of your locker meant one thing, Eddie. He knew your locker combination and would frequently leave you locations and times on where to meet. But this note was different: “meet me at 6 o’clock in the parking lot by my van. 🖤” Your stomach fluttered at the sight of it, clutching the note to your chest you thought about it for the next three hours.

The van was set up with your favorite snacks, camping lanterns he “borrowed” from his neighbors, pillows, blankets, and of course a few joints he had rolled previously. He was standing against the opened back door to the van, holding flowers and that signature grin.

“What’s all this?” You ask, eyes wet with tears, your smile breaking from ear to ear. The beautiful petals from the flowers curling against your fingers as you touched them delicately.

Eddie grabs you by the waist, his hand dragging up your body lazily, stroking your cheek, “just thought we could do something different tonight… before we go any further I need to tell you— I’m ending it with her.”

Your heart skips a beat, “w-why is that?”

His hand grazes your chin, lifting it up higher revealing the slope of your neck. He slotted his lips against you, licking slow and lightly nipping his teeth into your soft flesh. “Oh I think you know why, baby.”

“I do, but I want you to say it,” you tease, twirling your fingers through his hair as you try to stifle a moan.

Eddie grins against your neck, licking a strip up to your ear, whispering, “I want you, and only you.” He pulls away and looks deep into your eyes, “you make me happier than I’ve ever been, I feel like I can be myself with you… I’m so into you baby.”

Your heart sings, you throw your arms around Eddie’s neck, pressing your lips to his, murmuring between kisses, “I’m yours.”

He picks you up delicately, bringing you inside the van and laying you down softly against the pillows. Shutting the door, Eddie peels his clothes off, eyeing you with sweet eyes of honey flecked brown as you undress. He presses his body into yours, kissing you slow and sweet, savoring this moment, wishing he had always taken his time with you. Soaking in every kiss, every lick of your skin, the soft moans you hummed out beneath him as you were finally his. “Should have made you mine the minute I saw you behind that counter at Melvald’s. You looked so cute, and I was so miserable.” He noses his way through the valley of your tits, suckling on your nipples as your back arches up, thrusting yourself up into his mouth.

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you moaned in the comfort of the van, “we’re together now… and I need you.” Your pussy aching to be filled.

He wastes no time, throwing your legs around his waist as he unzips his jeans, spitting on your naked pussy and rubbing his cock through your dripping folds. He pumps into you slow, kissing you deeply as he mutters swears against your lips. “I’m down bad for you sweetheart,” he admits, thrusting his hips into you, reveling in the eyes you gasp as he pushes in deeper, “you have no idea.”

You claw at his back, fingers digging into the softness of his skin, rippling across his muscled form. Finally able to mark him up without any restraints, he moans into your opened mouth. He pumps into you harder, rubbing your clit with one hand as the van is rocking back to forth. Sweat is pouring from your bodies, fogging up the windows, and dripping onto the blankets. Headlights glare against the back windows as Eddie pounds into you deeper, you’re whining beneath him, begging and clawing at his shoulders, crying from the beautiful pleasure filling you up, cusping your g spot as Eddie raises your leg over his shoulder, using your hips to grip onto.

A bang on the window has you both stopping dead. Nothing but bated breath and your heart beats heard as you listen. High pitched screaming is breaking against the balance from beyond the metal doors, it’s her.

The Hellfire boys make it to Eddie’s van just in time to stop her from throwing open the doors, or so they thought.

The doors open revealing Eddie’s bare ass for all of Hawkins to see, he throws the blankets over you covering your naked body. He swivels slowly to face her.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” she screams as she slaps and hits him on his naked chest, a pillow covering his groin. “You're cheating on me?!”

“Aww, you thought you were the only one fucking around on this relationship?” he scoffs, “tell me how long have you been fucking Jason behind Chrissy’s back?”

“That’s none of your business!” She seethes.

“You’re right, it’s not, we’re done. fuck off. Oh and don’t worry, I made sure to tell Chrissy about your and Jason’s little rendezvous.”

She stomps back to her car screaming with rage as she pushes Mike out of the way. Tires squealing as she leaves the parking lot.

“Y/N?” Dustin asks, peering around Eddie.

“Hey,” you wave, covering yourself up more as you scan the van for your clothes.

“Wait, you know him?” Eddie asks, sitting down next to you and slithering beneath the blankets, pecking your shoulder as he wraps his arms around you.

“Yeah, I do but maybe we can play detective after we’re not naked in the school parking lot.”

“Oh right, hey get out of here you little pervs! Quit trying to look at my girl!”

You would think about those two little words rolling so easily off his tongue for hours. Wrapped in Eddie’s arms, wearing his shirt as you sleep peacefully in his bed, finally as his girl.

a/n: this was so fun to write, hope I ended it the way you had all hoped. I didn’t want to give Eddie’s gf a name figuring she would be best to just be imagined however you as a reader would think of her. if you liked this—please comment your favorite part of this little ask turned mini series—I’m currently taking reqs for specific stories only, the link is in my master list 💋 thank you to everyone for leaving your feedback 🤎

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[moondee]

my girl, Andy’s 28th bday outing 💋♥️

[cncowitcher]

💋┊SEMPRE FOI AMOR !!

ᡣ𐭩 ─ andy pruss × leitora.

ᡣ𐭩 ─ gênero: divertido. 🩰

ᡣ𐭩 ─ número de palavras: 1.330.

ᡣ𐭩 ─ notas da autora: oioi meus aneizinhos de saturno, como vão? espero que gostem viu? eu particularmente amei escrever esse cenário sobre o andy 😣😖🤧💞💞 se cuidem e bebam água, um beijo. 😽💌

Desde que conheceu Andy a vida de S/n nunca mais foi a mesma. Eles tiveram o primeiro contato através de uma live que um certo aquele fez na Twitch.

─ Vem pro Brasil com as las brazucas... ─ Ele lê um comentário da live e encara a câmera. ─ Eu gostaria muito de ir pra lá.

Sorrindo e surtando deitada em sua cama, a brasileira prontamente saiu da transmissão por um momento para mandar algumas mensagens para Andy, que surpreendente respondeu ela minutos depois, e ficaram jogando conversa fora até o alto da madrugada.

Eles ficaram nessa por algumas semanas, até o argentino a convidar para ir em um evento no Chile para a conhecer pessoalmente.

Sem pensar duas vezes, a garota aceitou e, como já havia torrado seu salário do mês inteiro, fez um empréstimo que doeu muito quando ela viu que teria que pagar quase o dobro no próximo mês.

─ Estou muito ansioso pra conhecer você, chiquita linda. Mal posso esperar pro evento acabar pra gente poder conversar finalmente! ─ Andy dizia por videochamada com um sorriso fofo nos lábios, olhando para a garota.

─ Eu também estou ansiosa, Andy. E confesso que você me surpreendeu muito quando começou a conversar em português comigo, do nada.

Rindo um pouco alto fazendo seus olhos se fecharem um pouquinho, Pruss concorda com a cabeça algumas vezes e volta a se enquadrar na câmera do celular.

─ Você disse que meu... Que o meu o que? ─ Ele pergunta mais pra si mesmo do que pra garota fazendo uma carinha estranha, juntando as sobrancelhas. ─ Ah sim! Que o meu sotaque é fofo e afastado, não! Arrastado. Isso! Você disse que o meu sotaque é fofo e arrastado, então vou tentar ao máximo falar em português com a minha menina veneno brasileira. ─ Andy diz e quando olha para a câmera novamente solta um suspiro longo.

S/n que apenas o escutava sorrindo disfarçadamente mas surtando por dentro, também soltou um suspiro longo.

─ Você é muito linda. ─ Fala Andy quebrando o silêncio aconchegante.

─ Você também, Andy. ─ Diz sincera a garota, se sentando na cama.

─ Sério, esse evento podia ser logo amanhã. Eu quero muito te ver. ─ Andy faz um biquinho e vira de lado na cama, se cobrindo com o cobertor e aconchegando sua cabeça melhor no travesseiro.

─ Falando assim parece que você é meu namorado. ─ A moça fala com um sorriso largo no rosto.

Com um sorriso ladino, o homem aproxima mais o celular de seu rosto e sussurra no autofalante:

─ É porque eu quero ser o seu namorado, chiquita linda. É só você aceitar o meu pedido.

Tentando não transparecer felicidade alguma com a fala de Pruss, a garota se faz de desentendida e também aproxima o rosto da câmara, fala do baixinho:

─ Que pedido é esse que eu nunca nem vi ou ouvi, amor? Você tem que ser mais específico.

Mordendo os lábios, o argentino responde anda murmurando:

─ Pensando bem vou deixar o pedido pra fazer quando a gente se conhecer pessoalmente. Boa noite minha futura namorada, vai dormir bem gostosinho que amanhã a gente conversa mais. Um beijo, amor … eu te amo.

Sorrindo, se sentindo completamente apaixonada por aquele garoto que só o conhecia há dois meses, a brasileira acaba respondendo de modo gentil e tímido:

─ Está bem, amor. Eu te amo também.

Depois dessa breve conversa ─ de quase três horas ─ os dois não conseguiram dormir. Passaram quase vinte minutos antes de pegarem no sono pensando nas milhões de coisas que poderiam fazer quando se conhecerem ou quando já estiverem em um relacionamento.

E quando chegou o dia da viagem, S/n, que estava bastante empolgada com tudo, foi uma das primeiras pessoas a chegar no aeroporto na parte da manhã, e como o seu voo era às oito, ficou algumas horas conversando com uma senhora adorável que iria passar uma temporada no Chile também. Seu nome era Ana…

S/n esperava que bastante coisas iriam acontecer assim que o avião pousasse em Santiago. Sua mala se perder entre as demais, o segurança a barrar, ela esquecer de como se fala espanhol e por aí vai… Mas nunca passou na cabeça dela que Andy e mais alguns meninos estavam esperando ela na saída do desembarque.

─ Surpresa! ─ Gritou em uníssono Matías, Simón, Nando Contigiani, Valentino, Felipe Otaño e é claro, o Andy.

─ Gente, puta que pariu, que isso? ─ Exclamou assustada a brasileira quase fazendo sua mala cair.

─ Viemos acompanhar nosso cowboy Andy para conhecer a namorada dele. ─ Otaño diz indo de encontro a garota, a abraçando. ─ Tudo bem linda? ─ Pergunta o argentino com um sorriso encantador nos lábios e S/n, ainda processando o que estava acontecendo, apenas concordou com a cabeça.

─ Verdade, o cara desde que te conheceu não para de falar de você. ─ Simón fala também indo abraçar a brasileira, pegando as malas das mãos dela, levando.

─ Se fosse só isso... Você acredita que o Andy até começou a fazer mais aulas de português no Duolingo só pra te agradar? ─ Disse Valentino ficando quase nas pontas dos pés para abraçar a garota, que segurou o riso.

─ E graças a minha belíssima pessoa, ele está por dentro dos hits brasileiros. Fala aí Nando, só escuto música de qualidade né? ─ Matías começa a dizer dando uma pequena cotovelada em Contigiani antes de também ir abraçar a garota.

─ Só se for de qualidade duvidosa. E digo mais, a maioria são reggae daquela banda naturalidade, que são até boas… ─ Contigiani diz cruzando os braços.

Matias para de abraçar a mulher, balançando ela de um lado para o outro e se vira rapidamente para Nando.

─ Se diz Natiruts, seu passarinho sem asa. ─ Recalt corrige o amigo e observa ele se aproximar para também abraçar a moça.

─ Olha, a gente vai esperar vocês no carro, tá? ─ Valentino avisa já indo com os meninos para perto dos táxis, deixando S/n e Andy a sós.

Respirando fundo, Andy sorri olhando para S/n. Seus olhos brilhavam e ele sentia seu coração bater mais rápido só de finalmente estar perto dela.

─ Eu te juro que se tivesse um anel comigo agora te pediria em namoro aqui mesmo. ─ Ele diz sem jeito, chegando mais perto da garota, que colocou uma mecha de cabelo atrás da orelha.

─ Não seja por isso. ─ A brasileira diz tirando dois anéis pratas de seu indicador de maneira calma, entregando um para Andy.

Ambos se arrepiaram com o toque e em segundos ele já estava ajoelhado na frente dela.

─ Você aceita namorar comigo? ─ Pergunta Andy tentando não gaguejar e tentando ignorar o olhar de algumas pessoas ao redor.

─ É claro que eu aceito, Andy! ─ S/n sorri emocionada e assim que ele termina de colocar o anel no anelar dela, a mesma coloca o anel que segurava no anelar dele.

Sorrindo um para o outro, é Andy que toma a iniciativa e cola seus lábios em um selinho demorado, fazendo eles se afastarem levemente assustados após escutarem os gritos e aplausos de longe. Eram os meninos, colegas de elenco de Pruss, batendo palma de felicidade para o novo casal latino.

─ Finalmente veio aí, agora oficialmente estou segurando vela! ─ Valentino Alonso fala em voz alta enquanto ainda batia palma, observando S/n e seu namorado se aproximava.

─ Tamanho de uma vela você já tem né Tino? Só falta você se auto segurar. ─ Matías diz como se fosse a coisa mais óbvia possível, arrancando risada do pessoal.

No final de tudo, sempre foi amor desde o primeiro contato que Andy e S/n tiveram. E agora a brasileira tinha certeza: a sua vida nunca mais vai ser a mesma após tudo isso que está acontecendo com ela no bom e maravilhoso sentido, é claro!