#Flirty trash

[011sfootstool]

flirty trash

Anyone know why my trash collector is being flirty?! Just needed to get rid of some rubbish damnit! Anyone else have this issue?!?

Non filter + headshot��️

[ziigee]

Random scenes that pop up my head on a daily basis part 50 of ∞

hundreds of people listening to your boo speak, you approach from behind, staring at his beautiful neck/ ears, leaning in for a kiss with pursed lips and all, then you hear "i feel like there is an angel watching over me.." oops, abort, smile, thinking what a beautiful mess, my bae is, meanwhile bae is still talking.. "so i know i am okay".. didn't get to kiss, oh well, i will just be adorkable mess over here..

uGH! look at these babies in love! 💙💚

[munacy]

Thirst

Sorry this took so long everyone! AND THAT IT’S SO LONG. Here's Part 4!! Written for (I just tagged everyone who expressed interest in the continuation, sorry! I can totally untag you if you would like!): @stars-a-n-d-scars @shirablu @b-u-g-g-y @over-under-through1 @colgatebluemintygel @thebisexualswiftie @willow-paniking

Part 1: Ignorance

Part 2: Duck

Part 3: Anticipation

@wolfstarmicrofic

Prompts: lovesick, cupid, hate, darling, regret, affection, admirer, thirst

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Peter loves James dearly, his most fervent admirer, even. But he must admit, he lacks something Sirius has in troves: the ability to be smooth.

In the midst of their plotting, the three of them hear Remus returning to the dorm, and Sirius hisses at James and Peter: "Quick! Laugh as if I've just said something funny!"

Remus opens the door to a laughing group of Marauders, looking charmed and slightly bemused.

"Moony! Come join the fun, we've been wondering as to your whereabouts," Sirius smiles at Remus in a way that Peter can tell Sirius knows looks handsome.

"Ha! Funny that, I was just looking for you in the Hospital Wing. We must have totally blown past each other."

"Yes, well, when you've got one thing on your mind...."

Remus huffs mildly. "And just what were you three giggling about?"

"Oh, y'know. Snogging," cuts in James, according to plan.

"Snogging?"

"Or rather, our piss poor first attempts at snogs."

"Ah yes, mostly we were laughing about Prongs' attempt at snogging Kashmir Anders in Fourth Year," Sirius smirks.

Remus chuckles. "That did go awry, didn't it? He's still got that little scar on his earlobe if you look close."

"Say Moony—" Sirius sounds decidedly casual, and Peter's hairs stand on end, "—Have you ever snogged anyone?"

This is it. Peter can feel it. This is when they solve the mystery of Remus Lupin's sexual orientation.

He grins slyly. "I've snogged my fair share, I'll have you know."

Peter can't take it anymore. Subtlety be damned; he's never had much patience: "But what was in their pants!?"

One could have heard a pin drop in that dorm, but the fury on Sirius' face spoke for itself. Oops.

Remus looks decidedly shy as he answers, completely misinterpreting the question, "Well, I've not gotten quite that far, Pete."

Peter could jump off of the Astronomy Tower.

"Oh, but that reminds me!" Remus starts animatedly. "Part of the reason I was looking for you, Pads, was about Hogsmeade this weekend?"

"It was?" Sirius replies, looking shocked and hopeful.

"Yeah! Funny coincidence, really, I've actually asked Kashmir Anders to go with me, but get this! She says she'll only come if you agree to go with her mate, Opal Hendricks. Did you know she's got a bit of a thing for you? Ah, but of course, everyone does," he chortles good naturedly.

Sirius looks aghast. James looks aghast. Peter doesn't know for sure what he himself looks like, but he's got a suspicion.

"...Why do you all look like that? Look, I know Opal's a bit—”

"I'd love to."

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Sirius is regretting his entire life.

Look, my back was against the wall! he'd argued with James and Peter, who'd lambasted his idiocy. There was no good excuse for me to say no!

He thinks now that any excuse (can't, I'm going to do my own homework for the first time ever and my grandmother's scheduled to die this weekend) would have been better than voluntarily suffering this.

Opal Hendricks is clinging to his arm, and she's truly a vision: dark, curly hair, an even curvier body, and sleepy cornflower-blue eyes, and Sirius feels not a drop of desire for her. There are horrible little cupids, felt hearts, and red crepe paper all around them, even though Valentine's Day is two weeks past, and any sane business owner (which is mutually exclusive to owning Madame Puddifoot's) would have taken the blasted things down.

Far worse is the sight of Remus: he is wearing a fitted crimson turtleneck and a matching beanie with a silly pompom. It brings out the cursed copper tints in his hair and the honey flecks in his eyes. Where have the oversized, patchy jumpers gone? The ones that hide the broadness of Remus' shoulders. Sirius begs for the return of the jumpers. Sirius may faint soon.

And worse yet than all of that is Kashmir Anders. Kashmir, who is blonde and waifish, and soft-spoken, and wears adorable thick-framed glasses, and has legs up to her neck. Kashmir Anders, who is clever, and president of Charms club, and helped Remus master the Banishing Charm.

"Aren't you going to pay any attention to me?" mutters Opal sullenly.

Kashmir, who has absolutely no decency, hanging on to Remus all day, and has kissed his neck no less than two and a half times in this shop alone. Kashmir, who is being called darling by stupid, idiotic, Remus Cunt Lupin.

"Darling, have you figured out what you want yet?" says Remus a little tiredly whilst rubbing his face. The shopkeeper has been by a few times now, with an increasingly impatient "I'll come back later" spoken each trek.

Sirius decides he hates Kashmir, whose greatest sin, if Sirius is being truly honest with himself, is being indecisive at restaurants. But even so, the hate has boiled away all of the rationality in Sirius' brain. He stands before he realizes what he's doing.

"I cannot believe you're calling someone darling, who, who can't pick between a ham sandwich and a, and a fucking tuna melt!" Sirius hisses, pushing his chair away roughly with a great clatter.

As he leaves the suddenly silent tea shop, he recognizes that that was not one of his better slights, but he feels good about it all the same.

The feeling does not last long before the horror sets in.

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Remus is having a strange moment.

It's not unlike the moment he often has a few minutes before the moon turns him: intense clarity and perception, like a reprieve, just before he's enveloped in madness.

Sirius' increasingly tense, then outright rude comments to Kashmir this entire trip into Hogsmeade.

Sirius' angry, yet lovesick expression as he left the table.

Sirius fussing over him after the Full. Sirius making sure he eats three meals a day. Sirius' friendly touches, special, and warmer than anyone else's. His overwhelming affection for Remus, bleeding into everything he does.

James' and Peter's knowing looks.

It suddenly clicks, and Remus is left baffled.

"So," says Opal, sounding incredibly bored, "s'pose he fancies you, then, Lupin?"

Remus can feel his expression morph into an incredulous smile.

He feels like he's been crawling by his fingernails through a dry, burning desert, and it took setting a glass of ice cold water in front of him for him to realize that he's been dying of thirst. He feels like an idiot.

"S'pose so," he replies, sounding inappropriately calm. "Ladies, I am truly sorry. You are both devastatingly lovely, and this is the height of rudeness, but I'm afraid I have to go now."

Kashmir sniffles, looking forlorn. "So, d’you—do you fancy boys or girls?"

"Darling, I think that's besides the point," Remus murmurs distractedly, already inching for the door. "Clearly, I fancy Sirius. A discussion about anyone else is moot."

Moments later, Sirius spots Remus tracking his footprints in the snow, and takes off running.

Remus is much faster than him.

He tackles him into the snow, gasping, "You silly sod, look how short you are! Obviously I'm going to outrun you!"

Sirius sputters and scowls, still trying to squirm away like an angry, feral cat. "I am THREE INCHES SHORTER! Look, why don't you piss off? I'm embarrassed enough as it is!"

Remus laughs. Then he kisses Sirius. It's a clumsy thing, with Sirius fidgeting underneath him, and he only gets half of his mouth, but Sirius stills in shock.

"I didn't know," Remus says breathlessly, eyes bright. Then, he kisses Sirius again, hard, like a stamp, like a confirmation. "I didn't know." He laughs again.

"What didn't you know?" asks Sirius wonderingly, like he's been Bludgered.

"I didn't know the way you felt. I didn't know I felt the same way," he answers solemnly.

Sirius sniffles, smiling, cheeks red like apples.

"God, Remus, you're so ignorant."

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They spend the rest of the day in Hogsmeade hand-in-hand. Every so often, Sirius becomes insecure and wonders aloud if Remus is just doing this out of pity, like when he pretended to like chess for Peter's sake. Remus responds by kissing him obnoxiously and crowding his space. It happens often enough that he begins to suspect Sirius is doing it on purpose to get snogged. Remus finds that he doesn't mind either way.

Later, they find James and Peter, who are screaming with triumph and delight. Remus grins at them.

"You two are fucking idiots. ABBA? Really?"

[tiimeblazer]

💛 raccoon shaped hole in your heart?

simply like this post & let me know ; shipping call for STELLE!

[suqqubus]

there’s this guy I’ve been interested in from afar but I never really knew how to initiate a convo w him bc we only met once, but anyway he’s kinda been a long haired slut on my radar. today he replied to my IG story for the first time and we started chatting and he sent me pics of his cat?? did I manifest this

[time-like-tears-in-rain]

After two days of actively wishing death to the other, Rose and Amy would have gotten on like a house on fire.

[caleism-1]

The White Star, Cale's biggest enemy

A crazy bastard with unlimited powers and a smart head with some crazy theories. He couldn't act weirder....can he?

[neve-gallus-girl-detective]

What happened? Did I miss something? Hope you're okay

I got a message from Ghosts of Internet Bullshit past and it wrecked me, but it's been two years since it all happened and I've got amazing friends who know how to pull me out of it!

I'm okay! Thank you!

[ozzgin]

I'm so sorry but I'm back with another one after the 'Affair with Death' job on Crime Scene Cleaner...This one's gory. Maybe romantic? In a very messed up way. Content: gender neutral reader, morally grey reader, violence, gore!!, murder, obsessive behavior, extreme jealousy

Yandere!Crime Boss is easy to anger. Thankfully you've never had the "luck" of experiencing his wrath, but even witnessing the outcome leaves you with an upside-down stomach.

Tonight, you're the direct cause of this mess.

Despite being in the early stages of dating, you've decided to continue your bizarre agreement. He does need someone to erase his tracks, and you've gotten used to this grimy job. You get to relax most days, and you earn so much you'll never have to worry about your finances ever again.

Additionally, being involved with the most relevant criminal in town comes with surprisingly many benefits. And, as you have just learned, the occasional trouble.

"Hey, uh...Remember that guy who kept getting flirty with you?" he probes sheepishly over the phone.

"...Yeah?"

"I might've killed him and his whole family. Can you take care of it? There's some surveillance files you should also delete."

You sigh, parking the car at the given address and twisting the keys. Somehow, being the cause of the disaster you're about to encounter makes it particularly grim.

Dear God. The stench of the dried-up blood and viscera is burning your nostrils. You pass by the unfortunate wife, suspended over the balcony rail with multiple bullet holes in her back.

You follow the deep crimson trails all the way to the basement. There's your guy. The same man who smirked down at you, insisting that you drop your attitude and give him your number, is now lying cold and stiff in a chair, hands held in place by kitchen knives. You wonder how his innards ended up mangled in his lap, then you notice the power drill neatly propped on the table nearby. You swallow and prepare the trash bag.

"Sorry for the extra work", your partner apologizes upon your return. "I've been thinking of a proper reward."

"If you want to discuss work details, it'll have to wait. I need to scrub the death off of me", you whine, heading towards the shower.

He blocks your path with a smirk.

"I'm not talking about money."

[Part 1] | [More Yandere Stories]

[malka-lisitsa]

Good girl (freya )

Send me "Good boy/girl" for my muse's reaction to your muse saying that to them!

"On the rare occasion...."

[ficzers]

hello! if it's alright with you, could you write some head canons for Vander x reader where the reader is a doctor/healer from piltover?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ *ੈ✩‧

𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑽𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓:

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝑪𝒔

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ *ੈ✩‧

—*ੈ𑁍༘⋆——*ੈ𑁍༘⋆——*ੈ𑁍༘⋆——*ੈ𑁍༘⋆——*ੈ𑁍༘⋆—

♡ - You would probably spend a lot of time fixing him up whenever he gets into street fights. I don’t think it would happen nearly as often if this is Vander after adopting all the kids, but would still be every once in a while. He would be very flirty as you’re patching him up, especially if it’s areas like his chest or hands

♡ - Vander himself is a protector, so he sees your job as noble and incredibly important. This is probably how he fell for you in the first place, seeing you take care of others as patiently and efficiently as you could

♡ - If this is Vander after adopting all the kids, he would also probably be spending a lot of time cleaning up the kids’ wounds as well, lol. You basically become a healer for the whole family, and it makes him fall for you even harder

♡ - You two would probably keep your relationship hidden at first just because you two don’t want to immediately deal with the social backlash of a Zaunite dating someone from Piltover. You both couldn’t care less where the other is from, but you both know people wouldn’t really take kindly to it

♡ - Vander would be very old school when it comes to romance. He would take you out on classy dates, unironically take you on long walks on the beach, and probably buy those cheesy mugs that have that writing on them like “This Guy Has the Best Partner” and “This Boyfriend is in the Doghouse”

♡ - He would say “Doctors orders” to other people whenever you tell him to do something like take out the trash. You just have to deal with the endless dad jokes

—*ੈ𑁍༘⋆——*ੈ𑁍༘⋆——*ੈ𑁍༘⋆——*ੈ𑁍༘⋆——*ੈ𑁍༘⋆—

[yanderenightmare]

Bully! Gojo Bully! Gojo Bully! Gojo Bully! Gojo— can't get enough of that concept I eat that every time

Gojo Satoru

TW: NSFW, noncon, bullying

fem reader

Feeling like an immature awkward bully Gojo today...

Satoru is the type of bully who calls you flat-chested no matter what size you are because it’s the only thing he can think of saying when you catch him staring - because he's too stuck on the thought of how badly he wants to titty-fuck you to think up anything else.

He's the type to blush real bad - not pink, but purple - if he ever catches the pretty frill of your underwear under your skirt. It gets him hard as a can of coke and he needs to find someplace where he can take care of it for it to go away.

When you're tasked to read a romance novel for class, he doesn't fail to comment on how no one in their right mind would ever like you like that - saying something like he wouldn't even hire you as a maid.

And if any guy other than him talks to you, he's quick to make it ugly - calling you a slut - telling you it's no wonder guys flock around you like flies to trash when you're such a flirty floozy - then asks how you're not ashamed of yourself.

Meanwhile, he's also threatening those same boys - not just with bodily harm, but all types of other ruin - financial and social - he'll fucking bury them in a shit pile so steep and deep they're never going to be able to crawl their way out.

When you start ignoring him and isolating yourself from anyone and any place he might be - he starts hunting you. And when he finds you, he's doing anything he can think of to punish you for it. Pours his milk carton over you - feels his throat get tight at the sight of your tits through your wet T-shirt.

"You know... actually... you look kinda cute like this." He murmurs, crouched down over you where you've stumbled into a pitiful heap on the floor. Having thought you could hide yourself in an empty classroom - though only having left yourself open to be caught alone with him.

The sight of the white creamy liquid running down your pretty face in pearls makes his head feel cloudy and hot. He can't stop himself from bearing over you, your cheeks cupped in both his hands as he doesn't kiss but licks your face - dragging his tongue over your lips and nose, then your eyes, sucking the skin while you whimper - sitting stiff and tense against the wall waiting for him to get done - only he doesn't.

Instead, he's pushing his tongue into your mouth. Setting his knees down on either side of you, he's searching for a place to rub his bulge and decides your tits are the most welcoming place to relieve the pressure.

He leans his forehead against the wall, panting while looking down at you and the sight of his fatty nestle into your cleavage - still wet and see-through with milk - his hand cups each soft mound, squeezing them together - so lost in that drool is dripping down his chin.

When he creams his pants, he's back to blushing purple - as though he'd just woken up from something he thought was a dream.

Scrambling to his feet, he's slipping in the milk on the floor, nearly tripping as he runs out of the classroom and leaves you there - speechless.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Whatever it Takes

Eddie x fem!reader

summary: you and Gareth form an arrangement to make Eddie jealous only for Eddie to play right into your hand

based on this request

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (please don't do this) fingering, oral (f receiving) use of handcuffs, hurt/comfort, brief mention of alcohol

You knew what you were doing was wrong, but you couldn’t help it. It wasn’t your fault that Eddie wasn’t getting the very obvious hints you were offering him on a silver platter. You'd twirl one of his curls around your finger or whisper flirty things to him during campaigns, but he still wasn't getting it.

So maybe flirting with Gareth to get Eddie's attention wasn't right, but you thought it was worth it if it got the man to see that you were interested. And you would explain to Gareth later, hoping that he wouldn't have been too mad at you for what you had done.

Eddie had been crushing on you since you joined hellfire the year prior and had wanted to ask you out, but it seemed like Gareth had scooped you up before he had gotten the chance. He thought that Gareth deserved someone as amazing as you were, but that didn't mean that he wasn't jealous as hell.

He watched you walk into the party with Gareth and felt like a kind of anger that he couldn’t explain. He couldn’t blame the guy since he had no idea that Eddie was harboring an enormous crush on you, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t piss him off.

He watched the two of you giggling in the kitchen while you got your drinks and couldn’t believe that he was beginning to hate his own best friend. Before he could stop what he was doing, he downed his beer and entered the kitchen.

You were standing there, looking so hot in your low cut and tight fitting dress that Eddie was damn near close to creaming his pants. You watched him grab a bottle of whiskey from the fridge and pulled Gareth to you, laughing even louder than you normally would have just to get Eddie's attention, but the metalhead didn't seem to give a single fuck.

He grabbed the whiskey and headed back into the living with the intention of getting absolutely trashed, your laughter being mixed with Gareth's seeming to sound much louder in his ears, the giggles echoing even after he had left the kitchen. It was his own personal version of hell. Oh, he was so getting wasted.

You pulled yourself away from Gareth and made a beeline for the living room, planting yourself on the couch right next to Eddie. Your scent was more intoxicating than the alcohol. He found himself wanting to bury his face into your neck and stay there all night, occasionally pressing kisses to the skin, telling you just how much he enjoyed your company. God, he was getting pathetic.

“You gonna hog that all night, Munson? Or are you going to share?” You asked and without a second thought, Eddie passed over the bottle, your fingers brushing as he did so. Yours were warm and soft and he immediately wanted to have them intertwined with his.

Eddie watched your lips wrap around the bottle and felt his cheeks warm as he thought about what they would look like around his cock as you licked and sucked, pulling the most delicious moans from his mouth. His dick was getting hard at the thought and he was trying to figure out a way to hide it before there was a tent in his pants.

You handed the bottle back to Eddie as the whiskey went down your throat, burning all the way down to your stomach. Before he could reply, Gareth joined the two of you on the sofa, his arm snaking around your waist. Just Eddie’s fucking luck.

You snuggled into Gareth’s side and he began pressing kisses to your neck. You closed your eyes, pretending to be into it, because you just weren’t. You were just trying to play up your reaction to get Eddie to finally say something.

“Oh,” you moaned, a little too loudly and cringed at how fake it sounded.

“Yeah?” Gareth asked against your skin. “You like that?”

“So good,” you replied, opening your eyes only to find that Eddie was no longer next to you. Goddammit.

Maybe you had taken it too far. You definitely had and now you’d blown any chance you had with Eddie because you hadn’t just come out and told him how you felt. You resorted to using his best friend to get his attention and it had completely and totally backfired.

Now you supposed you deserved to have ended up alone for what you had done. You had lost the man you really liked and now you felt guilty for dragging his best friend into the mix. It was honestly just karma at that point.

You turned to Gareth with every intention of coming clean. He at the very least deserved to know the truth and a big fat apology should have gone with it. And that was just the bare minimum.

Once Gareth realized you weren’t reacting to him anymore, he pulled away, his face searching yours.

“Why aren’t you going after him?” He asked.

“What?” You asked, clearly very confused.

“Get up and go after him before it’s too late.”

“You know?”

“Of course I know. It’s kinda hard not to when you only seem to be into me when he’s around.”

“Gareth, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he waved it off. “I was kind of using you too,” he winked at someone over your shoulder and you turned around to see a brunette woman waving at him flirtatiously. “Now go after Eddie before you lose him for good.”

With that, you hopped off the couch and rushed to the door, all of the dancing and drunk bodies delaying your trip more than you cared for. You hurried out onto the porch only for Eddie’s van to have disappeared.

You rushed to your car and sped off to his trailer, hoping that he would want to speak to you. You could just imagine him pulling you into his arms and pressing a passionate kiss to your lips, telling you that he wasn’t actually upset with you and everything would be perfect.

You pulled up to the trailer just in time to see Eddie getting out of his van. He looked absolutely pissed and now you were panicking that he wasn’t going to talk to you. Maybe you’d have to amp up for you flirting just to get his attention.

He got up the front steps of his trailer and waited for you to come forward, his curiosity getting the best of him. He wanted to know why you were there at his trailer instead of the party. Maybe he had just forgotten something and you were giving it back. It had happened many times before so he wasn’t going to completely rule it out.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“I need to talk to you.”

“Let’s do it inside. It’s too hot out here.” He opened the door for you and you entered it while Eddie let it slam closed behind him. The place was in its usual disarray, but you thought that was part of its charm. You liked that it looked lived it and in fact, the mess made it feel even more cozy.

“So what do you need to say? And make it quick because I’m not in the best mood tonight.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“You can tell me if you want to.”

“I said it’s nothing.” His tone was louder, more harsh and you could see that he immediately regretted speaking to you like that. “Shit, I’m sorry, y/n.”

He turned to face the wall, rubbing his hands over his face. The whole thing was driving him crazy and now he was taking it out on you.

“Eddie, what’s going on with you? What’s wrong?”

“You!” He replied, whipping around to face you. Your eyes widened. Maybe your karma was finally catching up to you.

“Me?”

“Yes, you!” He stepped closer and you could see him balling his fists in anger. Something had really set him off.

“What the hell did I do?”

“I don’t know, do you want a fucking list?”

“Please!”

“Well, for starters, you can’t be wearing stuff like that?” He referred to your outfit.

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember asking for your opinion.” You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at him.

“It’s distracting. I can’t focus on anything else when you look so fucking hot.” That was not at all what you were expecting him to say.

“Eddie-”

“I’m not finished,” he cut you off, holding his hand up to tell you to stop speaking. “I-I thought you liked me and then you ended up with Gareth out of nowhere.” It seemed out of nowhere to Eddie and you supposed that it was considering that you came up with the idea suddenly after one of the hellfire meetings

“I’m not with Gareth.” That was news to Eddie and he almost didn't believe you, but the look on your face signified that you were telling the truth.

“What-”

“We were using each other.” Eddie stared at you, still not quite understanding what was going on.

“I’m confused. Why did you do all that just to make me jealous? Why didn’t you ask me out?”

“I did ask you out, Eddie,” you laughed. “Three times.”

"No you didn't," he shook his head as he felt anger rising again. Sure, he wasn't the greatest as seeing the signs when someone liked him, but he was hoping that he was able to tell when someone was asking him out. But clearly he wasn't

"Yes I did." When? He wanted exact moments.

"When?"

"Months ago. I asked you to get coffee after Hellfire and you said that caffeine kept you up so I took that as rejection. But then you flirted with me at the next meeting so I asked if you wanted to see a movie and you flat out said no. The third time, I literally invited you to come with me to Enzo's just so there wouldn't be any confusion about my feeling for you and you still said no."

"I-you were asking me out all of those times? God, I had no idea. And the only reason why I said no was because you make me nervous. You're beautiful and smart and-"

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you please shut the fuck up?" You cradled his face in your hands and pressed your lips to his in a messy, rushed kiss. He quickly responded and moved his lips with yours, his hands moving to your waist.

You swiped your tongue along his bottom lip as you backed him towards his room. The door opened and it slammed against the wall as the two of went inside, your lips still on Eddie's. He was hungry for more, ready to absolutely devour you if you'd let him.

You both took off your shoes and Eddie pushed you against the wall, his hand sliding up your thigh as your tongues swirled around each other. His moved up your dress, slowly making its way to your cunt. Your thong was soaking wet with your slick and he cupped your cunt, his fingers lightly grazing over it. You gasped as the feeling and he broke away from you, smiling down at you devilishly.

"Yeah?" He asked. "You like that?" His hand slipped down into your thong and he shoved his fingers up your cunt, causing you to let out a loud moan. He pumped his fingers in and out quickly, your slick covering his fingers and he was looking forward to licking them clean, just knowing that you tasted heavenly.

You leaned your head back as you let out another moan and Eddie grabbed hold of your face, forcing you to look him in the eye. He wanted to see your whole face as he watched you come undone. If you looked like that and were making those noises just from his fingers, he wondered what it would be like when he fucked you until you screamed his name until your throat was raw.

"Eyes on me, okay?" He asked. "God, you look so hot. Bet you look even hotter on my cock."

"Wanna find out?" You asked in between breaths and Eddie was quick to remove his fingers. You watched him slowly lift his fingers to his mouth and he gave them a loud, slow suck. His eyes never left yours as he licked them clean, moaning dramatically as he did so.

"Taste so good. Fuck," he whined as he finished up. He pressed a kiss to your lips and his hands moved to your back, his fingers fiddling with your zipper before he slowly slid it down your back as he lips moved down to your neck. "You have no idea how long I've been dreaming about this," he mumbled against your skin. "Like literally dreaming."

"Were they wet?" You asked as Eddie stepped away so your dress could fall to the floor.

"Of course they were," he said as he felt drool pooling in his mouth as he looked down at your very see through bra. "Fuck," he groaned. "Think I'm gonna cream my pants."

"Yeah?" You asked, grabbing hold of his hands and bringing them up to your chest. "Feel them." He put a hand over each tit and gave them a squeeze before pressing his lips to yours again.

You pulled him over to the bed and pulled off his shirt before pushing him down onto the mattress. Your eyes looked over all of his tattoos and you admired them, wanting him to tell you what they all meant.

Eddie pulled you down with him and you collapsed on top of him, your lips connecting to his once again. Your tongue took no time to slide into his mouth and let out a moan as they swirled together, scraping against each other.

"God, sweetheart, really want me to cum in my pants, huh?" He asked against your lips and you just smiled.

"How'd you know?" You asked. "Wanna ride you so bad."

"Do it. Need to get inside you." You slid off of him and un buckled his pants before unbuttoning them, sliding his boxers down to his ankles as his dick sprung free. It was one of the largest you had ever seen and it was so so hard. Precum was dripping from it and now you were wondering if you could take it. You were more than willing to take the chance.

“I-don’t have any more condoms.”

“I’m on birth control, it’s fine.”

“As long as you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

You slid off your thong and left it on top of Eddie's jeans before climbing on top of him, settling yourself on top of his cock. You both moaned as he entered you and even though you had fucked multiple guys, you could already tell that Eddie would be your best.

You bucked your hips towards his, watching his every move as his moved to your tits, watching them bounce as you rode him, your bra not doing much to keep them from moving. You placed your hands on his shoulders as you moved, trying to figure out what he liked and what he didn't. You wanted him to feel good.

You continued to ride him a little faster and you watched him come undone beneath you, his big brown eyes shining bright, glazed over in absolute lust he stared up at you, watching your every move.

“So fucking good,” he moaned. “You really know what you’re doing, don’t you sweetheart?”

“I know a thing or two,” you replied. “And you’re eating it up, aren’t you?”

“I am. Could do this all night, I swear. You look so fucking hot on top of me.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Munson.”

He was saying all the right things, almost as if he knew exactly what you wanted to hear. And he probably did. He was really good at that sort of thing. He just wanted you to know exactly what he was thinking since he wasn’t very good at keeping his thoughts to himself.

You hadn’t been going for very long, but Eddie was sure that he was close. He could feel his vision clouding over and that was always an indicator. Hopefully you wouldn’t mind that he was going to finish so fast.

He let out his loudest moan and you smiled down at him, knowing that the way he looked when he came would be burned into your brain forever. And you didn’t mind a single bit. The faces that he was pulling were so fucking hot and the way the sweat ran down his forehead was enough to make you cum yourself.

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips then pulled away before he was ready, moving his sweaty bangs away from his forehead. You then climbed off of him, spotting the pair of fuzzy handcuffs that were hanging on his wall and suddenly got an idea.

You made your way over the them and grabbed hold of them, holding them out to Eddie. He sat up, looking at with a curious look.

“Hand cuff me,” you told him, putting the cuffs in his hands. Eddie had used them multiple times, but never in a million years did he think he would use them on you. “Put these on me and eat me out. Want your mouth on my cunt so fucking bad.”

“You really are saying all the right things, huh?”

You sat in his desk chair and spread your legs wide to show him just how wet you were and he stood up, kneeling in front of you so he could get a good look. He brought his hands up to rest on your knees and looked down at your sopping wet cunt, letting out a loud, dramatic whistle.

“Damn, sugar,” he whistled, seeing just how much of your slick and his own cum was leaking out of you. “Bet you taste so good.” He stood up and turned the chair around, bringing your arms to the back of the chair and he put them on you, clicking them into place before turning you back around to face him.

“God, this is everything I’ve dreamed of, swear to god.” He took your legs and draped them over his shoulder before diving in, causing you to let out a gasp as his nose brushed your cunt. He took no time to lick and suck, causing you to mewl, and Eddie pulled you down lower to have more access as he grazed the sensitive spot with his teeth.

“Oh my god, Eddie, so fucking good,” you whined. “Shit.”

You could already feel yourself blacking out, but you weren’t going to give up just yet. Not when the main event was yet to come. Just when your vision was going hazy, Eddie shoved his tongue inside of you, causing you to moan even louder and you felt yourself reach your orgasm as you screamed his name, but Eddie wasn’t done just yet.

He swirled his tongue around and around and tried to lick up every last bit of your sick, not being about to get enough of the way you tasted. And the way he was able to make you cum so easily made him feel so hard. He could have eaten you out for hours and never get tired of it.

He removed his face from you and grabbed you by your face roughly, pressing his lips to yours briefly before pulling away, a devilish smirk on his face.

“Such a good little slut, aren’t you?” He asked and you nodded, unsure of why you were so turned on by him calling you that.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “But I’m your slut, right?”

“Right, sweetheart,” he replied, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Mine.” And you supposed that being Eddie’s was probably the only thing you ever wanted to be in your life and that was perfectly fine with you.

[shanefilan]

i’ve just spent the evening down the pub and was introduced to a guy via a mutual friend. said guy was quite good looking, charming and i got a good vibe from him. he was flirting a lot, he was asking all good questions about me, he was interested~~

when he left i facebooked him and turns out he has a partner of ten years and idk why i let my faith in men reappear for a few hours 🙃

[pretty-little-mind33]

Dave Lizewski x fem!reader

Summary: When Dave is hired by your dad to clean your pool during the summer, something you'd known for a long time becomes even more obvious

Genre: Fluff with a smidge of suggestive content 😏

Warnings: flirty!reader, submissive undertones!dave, shy!dave, dave and reader are eighteen, swearing, making out.

~ here you go my lovely @moonlightspencie 🫶💕~

DAVE LIZEWSKI MASTERLIST

You and Dave Lizewski aren't by any means close during the school year. You both live in completely different circles. You have your more popular friends and Dave has his small group of nerds. In all honesty, the only time you interact with him is when you occasionally take out the trash at the same time and see him from across the road.

He'll wave nervously and you'll smile to yourself. 

He really is cute. 

However, you weren't expecting to hear his voice as you're sunbathing by your pool on a sunny July afternoon.

You sit up instantly and push your sunglasses up on your head as you hear the small, "Yes, sir," Dave mutters as he holds the pool stick in one hand and listens to your dad explain how to clean the pool. 

"Ah, Y/n, this is David—Mr. Lizewski's son—he lives next door," your dad calls when he sees you, "He's cleaning our pool for a quick buck." 

He then turns to Dave and gestures to you, "This is my daughter, Y/n."

You smile and tilt your head as some water from your damp hair hits your shoulders. "I know, Dad. He knows. We're both seniors now," you say and sip from your lemonade, eyeing Dave.

"Hi, Dave," you say with a smile and the poor boy's cheeks turn crimson. 

Thank God you wore your sexy bikini. 

Your dad looks between you both, his hands on his hips, but he doesn't comment. "Alright, well, good meeting you Dave. I'll be inside if you have any questions," he says and once he's gone, Dave looks like a deer in headlights.

He's still standing by the pool, wearing embarrassingly colorful shorts and a white T-shirt. His brown curly hair is only a little longer than you remembered from a few months ago and he looks slightly fitter.

"You gonna stare at me the entire time or work, Lizewski?" you laugh and turn onto your stomach, pushing down your sunglasses again and resisting your head on your arms. You smile to yourself when you hear Dave's mumblings and shufflings as he works. 

Around fifteen minutes later, you shift onto your back again and see that Dave looks already sweaty from the excessive heat. Shit, he looks good.

"How long until I can take a dip," you cross your legs and ask, smiling at him as he jumps in surprise at the sound of your voice.

"O-oh, um," he avoids your gaze as he looks down at the pool, "I haven't added the chlorine and s-stuff y-yet, but after that probably I think- like thirty minutes?" 

You sit up and frown. "I'll just take a dip now, then, I don't wanna wait that long," you say and stand, running a hand in your hair as you walk to the stairs.

Dave watches you and he can't help but admit he's staring at your curves in your bikini. He resists the urge to adjust his shorts. 

"Y-yeah, s-sure," he stutters, unsure what to do now. 

You find him adorable so you smile at him as you walk into the pool. "Come, join me," you say, "It's boiling outside. My dad won't mind, promise," you say and guide some water onto your arms. 

Dave looks nervous now, his blue eyes round and unsure. "I- I don't want to bother you."

You smile at him and duck under the water, coming up and pushing hair from your forehead. "Nonsense, Lizewski. I'm inviting you in. Now, c'mon," you chuckle and swim around the pool.

Dave hesitates but he finally shrugs off his shirt and awkwardly covers himself until the pool water reaches his waist. He can feel you staring at his arms and chest and he blushes harder.

You swim to him. "Why're you so shy?" you ask curiously. "Usually guys that look like you are arrogant assholes."

"Guys that look like me?" Dave questions, walking further into the pool to meet you in the middle. He lifts his arms as he winces from the coolness of the water. 

You laugh and swim even closer until you're standing face-to-face in the water. Dave still looks blushed and you smirk. "Yeah. Guys that are handsome and cute and—" your gaze flickers to his abs, "hot—like you."

Dave looks like he could explode any second by how flushed he is and he rubs his nape. "Y-you think I'm all those things?"

You laugh, "Don't you own a mirror, Lizewski?"

He clearly doesn't know how to answer that so he goes with a compliment instead. "You're hot too, and cute–and b-beautiful," he mumbles shyly, "and your personality is totally banger–" he tries and you can tell he means it he's just nervous. 

You walk closer to him and hover your hand over his cheek before you push some of his curls behind his ear with your wet hand. "Dave, have you ever kissed a girl?" you ask, already knowing the answer. 

His breath hitches. "N-no–" 

"Is it okay if I kiss you?" You look into his blue eyes and then at his pink lips. 

Dave stutters, "B-but your parents—"

"Aren't paying attention to us. Promise," you smile and cup his cheek fully in your hand. You pull him in, pressing your lips to his gently. He's stiff in the beginning, his hands awkwardly finding your shoulders.

"Relax," you tease and bump your nose against his. 

Dave relaxes and he lets out a small gasp as you push his back to the cool tile of the pool, your mouth exploring his hungrily. He's not a bad kisser for someone who'd never done it and when you wrap one leg around his hip, his hand dips under the water to hold your thigh. You groan into his lips and continue to kiss him as the water splashes around you.

The sun is warm on your skin and Dave can taste the lemonade from your lips. It's intoxicating and he wants more. He pulls away, breathless as he looks down at your body glistening from water and his dick fully hardens at how sexy you look in your bikini. His eyes are glued to your tits. 

"Here," you laugh, feeling him becoming all hot and bothered so you guide one of his hands to your tit and continue to kiss him as he feels you up. You run one of your hands up and down his abs under the water. "Good boy," you praise between kisses and you feel like you're also on fire. 

No experienced boy has ever made you feel this good. How is that even possible?

You make out for another few minutes and then as you pull away, Dave's lips are red and moist. His eyes are blown wide and he's panting. He looks breathtakingly beautiful. 

You smirk and kiss his cheek, pushing away from him. "Times up," you tease and walk out of the pool, feeling his eyes linger on your figure as you wrap a towel around yourself. You turn to him, your tone light, "You should get back to work—Dad doesn't like slackers," you taunt him and grab your magazine. 

You hear Dave scrambling to exit the pool and you toss him an extra towel. 

"Might have to fix that big problem of yours first," you giggle, smirking.

Dave immediately presses the bunched-up towel against his boner as he makes an embarrassed squeal. Your heart leaps at the sound and you look over your shoulder, waving at him as you walk away. 

"I'll see you around, baby," you say with a wink and he is left a blushing mess behind you. 

[ashwhowrites]

Our secret

Dilf! Eddie x daughters friend reader!

⚠️smut, age difference, college age reader

Y/N knew the difference between right and wrong, and she knew sneaking around with her friend's dad was majorly wrong. But how could anyone blame her? He was smoking hot, the kind of guy that ages better with time.

The day she met him she was gone for him. The way his dark eyes landed on her, and the way his lips moved up into a smile as she walked in. Lucy introduced them, and he repeated her name. She shivered when she first heard her name roll off his tongue.

She and Eddie had been sneaking around for weeks. They were very cautious at first, trying their best to make it seem like nothing was happening between them. She tried to avoid his eyes and stay collected when she talked to him with Lucy around. Lucy's mom lived in a town over, apparently a messy divorce drove Eddie as far away as he could but still in the same state to see his daughter.

Y/N met Lucy in college, and they got paired for a project. She wouldn't say she and Lucy are best friends by any means, just college friends. At least that's what Y/N told herself so she felt less guilty crawling into Eddie's bed during sleepovers.

She wasn't sure exactly how old Eddie was, and she didn't care. If he wanted a pretty young thing on his arm she'd be glad to be her.

He was attractive and everyone around him knew that. Y/N couldn't count on her fingers the number of times she got jealous over a girl's number crinkled up in the trash in his bedroom. But then she enjoyed the way his used condom landed right on it.

They never spoke about what they were, and she wanted more than anything for it to be more than sex. She wanted all the parts of him. She wanted to know his childhood, his dreams, and everything that led him to where he was now. After sex, they lay together naked and tangled up, and he tells her all about those things. Then she'd kiss him goodnight and sneak into Lucy's room before she noticed.

~~~

"Hello, Mr. Munson," Y/N greeted as she walked in. A knowing smile on her face as Eddie looked up from the kitchen counter. He was working on bills, but now his attention was elsewhere.

"Hi, Y/N," he said, when Lucy turned to close the door he sent Y/N a sly wink. She tried not to blush as she took him in. He was wearing black sweatpants and a loose muscle tank. It was very loose and she could see the tattoos and scratches she left on his chest through the sides. She absentmindedly clenched her thighs when his eyes skimmed over her.

"Alright, let's go study," Lucy said, Y/N followed behind her, looking back to send Eddie a flirty look as she disappeared down the hallway.

Eddie caught himself leaning sideways to watch her, not moving his eyes until she was gone. He smiled to himself as he looked back down to his bills.

He tried to keep his mind busy from thinking about her. It was hard having her that close and not being able to grab her and feel her sweaty body against his. He shook his head to throw out the ideas, trying to focus on the numbers in front of him.

~

"Since it's Friday, do you want to stay the night?" Lucy asked, closing the book.

Y/N got excited at the thought, knowing it would be another night of sneaking into Lucy's dad's bed.

"Definitely! I'll run home quickly to get some clothes." Y/N said, "I'll be back in like thirty minutes?"

"Sweet, I'm going to shower."

Y/N waited until she went into the bathroom before she quickly walked down the stairs. She heard the water start running and knew she was in the clear. She crept into the kitchen, a pout on her face when she found it empty.

She gasped when she felt hands on her hips and her body being spun around. She caught her breath as Eddie stood there with a smirk.

"Looking for something?" he teased, his large hands warm on her waist. She smiled and placed her hands flat on his stomach, slowly moving up as she felt his hard chest.

"Lucy is in the shower, thought I'd ask if I could sleep over, Mr. Munson?" her voice was flirty and suggestive, already making Eddie's stomach clench with excitement. This girl had no idea the power she had over him.

"I don't know. Seems that when you stay over, you girls get a little drunk and get loud. An older guy like me needs some rest." He teased, moving his hand slowly down to grip her ass. She moaned as he massaged the skin. His voice was low as he whispered into her ear, "And I know you can get loud." She bit her lip as his hand came down and cracked against her ass, then he went back to massaging the skin.

She hated how fast she was already getting wet, and she knew he knew it. He had that knowing look in his dark eyes and a smirk on his face.

"I try my best not to be!" Y/N tried to defend herself, "Your cock is just too good," she soaked in the way he groaned and reached down to adjust himself through his sweatpants.

"Such a tease," he said as he clicked his tongue. She got too impatient, reaching up as she placed her lips on his. Her hands moved up his chest and held on to the back of his neck as he kissed her back.

He moaned as her tongue slipped inside his mouth, swirling around with his as he walked forward until she was pushed against the counter. She was quick to jump and Eddie wrapped her legs around his hips. Her fingers played with the hair near his neck, gasping for air as he pulled away to kiss down her neck.

"Fuck, Eddie, that feels so good," she moaned, his lips making their way down to her chest but she cupped his face. She pulled his head back up with a smirk.

"I do need to run home before she gets out of the shower."

"Are clothes that important?" He asked, wanting to kiss her again but she held his head still.

"It is," she giggled, she gave him a soft peck and then shoved him off. He watched as she jumped down and landed on her feet. "I'll be right back."

~

Y/N looked over her shoulder, Lucy was sound asleep as she began to snore gently in her ear. Y/N quietly snuck out of bed, grabbed her bag, and slipped out of the room. She tip-toed into the bathroom, shutting the door as silently as she could.

Eddie was lying in his bed, doing nothing but waiting for her to walk in. He kept eyeing the alarm clock, Lucy fell asleep at all different times so he was stuck not knowing when Y/N would come sneaking in.

He tried his best to keep his hands away from his growing cock, his mind already reeling with ideas. He heard a soft knock on his door and his body filled with excitement. He flicked on his lamp, and his door opened.

"Oh, fuck.." he whispered to himself, his eyes scanning her body head to toe. She wore a red lingerie set. The bra pushed her breasts up in a delicious way. He wanted to sink his teeth right into the perfect skin, mark her up, and prove she was all his. Then he took in her stomach, down to her thighs and legs. The tiny pair of panties covered barely anything, and he was memorized.

"You like?" she asked, closing the door behind her as she walked towards his bed.

If his cock wasn't hard enough, it definitely was now as he watched her climb on the bed and crawled towards him.

"Oh I fucking love," he growled, quick to push her body against his mattress, easily slipping on top of her. He leaned down and pressed his lips on hers, urgently. She moaned from how desperate his kiss was like he'd been waiting all night for this. She reached up to play with his hair, loving that some pieces framed around her head as he leaned further down.

His mouth was hot against hers as his hands went wandering. She felt them on her chest, stomach, thighs, and legs. She shuttered underneath his hard and strong body as his tongue explored her mouth. She gripped his hair as she grew more desperate and horny. She whined into his mouth once she felt his hard cock, which was covered by thin tight boxers, against the insides of her thighs.

She kept one hand in his hair, tugging on it the way he loved, and the other trailed down to where he needed her touch the most. She battled his tongue as she moved her hand teasingly down his chest, her nails softly working through his chest hair. Then down to his soft stomach, she could feel her fingers smoothing over his happy trail, inches away from his hard cock that was practically leaking.

She kept teasing, her nails scraping underneath his underwear band. He growled into her mouth, biting down on her tongue as a warning. She hissed as his teeth bit down, the pain easily turning into pleasure as he sucked on her tongue. He pulled away, breathing heavily, a string of spit connected their lips together. His eyes were dark with lust and she loved that it was all for her.

It was silent as he grabbed her hand which continued to tease his boxers. He stared deep into her eyes as he moved her hand down to his throbbing and aching cock. She looked down to watch as he used her hand to palm himself, loving the way his hips bucked forward.

"Be daddy's good girl and touch him, got that?" He demanded, his voice low and stern. She moaned at his words, happily obeying as she took mercy on him and took his cock out of his boxers. Eddie sighed in relief as his cock met the air, and her warm hand wrapped around him.

"Like that, Daddy?" she purred, lifting her head up as she gazed into his eyes. She batted her eyelashes at him and pouted out her lips.

"Just like that," he moaned, leaning down to kiss her. She kept her hand moving around his cock and kissed him back. Eddie melted into her touch and kiss. Her hand worked so well on his cock, making him bite down on her lip. She knew how to touch him in ways he swore he never felt before. Not even his ex-wife whom he was with for years ever made him feel like this.

Eddie pulled away from the kiss, moaning as her hands sped up.

"Buy this for me?" Eddie asked, his hands tracing the bra strap slowly. He felt special that she wanted to look pretty for him, and he hoped he was the first and only one to see her in it.

"I went to the mall yesterday," Y/N smiled, feeling beautiful by the way his eyes soaked her in. "Saw it and knew I had to wear it for you."

"I'm glad you did. I love it so much" Eddie said through heavy breaths, her hands around his cock making his brain melt.

"Then why am I still wearing it?"

The words snapped something inside of him. She moaned when he tore the underwear off of her, her bare cunt hitting the cold air. He stood up, her touch leaving his skin. He kicked off his boxers and grabbed a condom, her eyes watched his every move. She reached forward and ripped the condo wrapper with her teeth, Eddie stared as she slipped the condom on his red and hard cock. She leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to his tip, making Eddie smile at her lovingly and a light-hearted laugh.

"You drive me crazy," he whispered as he leaned down. He gave her a slow kiss as his hands reached behind her to unclip her bra. He tossed it to the floor, his lips still attached to hers.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Then she felt him slip inside of her. She gasped against his mouth, breaking the kiss, his thickness stretching her open. No matter how many times they had sex, it always felt like the first time. He moaned as he thrusts inside of her, the feeling of her wet walls clenching around him made him shudder.

"Fuck I love fucking this pussy. You always feel so damn good," he moaned, his head dropping to her shoulder as he pushed himself as far as he could inside of her.

She clawed at his back as he sped up, his words making her clench tighter around him.

"You always fuck me so good," she cooed in his ear, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.

Eddie groaned in her ear as he sped up, his left hand moved up to grip the headboard. Y/N loved the way his balls smacked against her skin and the echos of their moans filled the space. They knew to be quiet, both trying their best to silence the screams they desperately wanted to let out.

"Fuck, babe. Already getting me close," the handjob from before and the way she was milking him.

"Yeah? Am I going to make you cum?" she asked, she moved her hand to grip his chin. She forced him to look right at her, he used his left hand to hold her hip as he drilled into her. Then used his right to rub circles on her clit.

"Oh god," she whined, keeping her grip on his chin so she could watch him fall apart as he emptied himself inside of her.

"Cum for me, Eddie," she instructed

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut as he chased his orgasm, keeping his fingers focused on her clit. He was a skilled man with years of practice, he knew how to work them both through it.

He was fast to bite down on her shoulder as he came inside the condom. He gave a few shuddered and sloppy thrusts as he worked through his orgasm.

He pressed kisses to the mark his teeth left behind. He slowly slipped himself out of her, keeping his eyes on her.

He took off his condom and tossed it in the trash

"I didn't forget about you, gorgeous." He smirked as he grabbed her legs and put them over his shoulders. She covered her mouth with her hand as his tongue swirled her clit and he shoved three fingers inside of her.

She used her other hand to grip his curls as he sucked on her clit. She could feel her stomach tightening as his fingers slipped in and out of her.

"Eddie," she moaned, her stomach feeling tight. His mouth worked perfectly on her clit as she yanked his hair.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum all over me." He said as he pulled his mouth away for a moment. Then he went back to sucking her clit as hard as he could.

She accidentally let out a loud moan, Eddie was quick to cover her mouth as she continued to moan into his palm. Her thighs shook as she felt herself cumming, Eddie kept his lips and fingers in place as he looked up to watch her. Her back arched and he fought to keep his hand on her mouth to silence her sounds.

He worked her through her orgasm, pulling away slowly as her body came down from its high.

Eddie sucked his fingers clean and moved up her body. A pleased smile on his face as he pressed a kiss to her lips.

~~~

Eddie pulled up to the campus, putting his car in park as he waited for his daughter and Y/N to walk out.

He looked when his passenger door opened, and Lucy jumped in the seat. But Y/N wasn't behind her.

"Y/N coming? Or does she have another ride?" Eddie asked, hoping his question sounded like a dad question.

"She's coming, just talking to Jake." Lucy said as she buckled her seat belt

Eddie gripped the steering wheel as he felt jealousy run through him. "Who's that?"

Then he saw her and he guessed Jake walking towards the car.

"Some guy that has been after her for weeks." Lucy shrugged. "He's pretty cute."

"He's alright," Eddie said as he rolled his eyes. He tried to hold back his growl as Jake placed his hand on her back.

The back door opened and Eddie could hear the ending of the conversation.

"Don't be afraid to reach out and call me. And I'll see you Friday at the party." Jake said as Y/N slid into the car.

"Alrighty. Bye Jake," Y/N said, trying her best to sound polite as she closed the door.

"Hi, Mr. Munson," Y/N said, a smirk playing on her glossy lips. But he didn't say anything, he just started to pull away. Y/N tried to ignore the pain she felt as he ignored her but moved past it.

The car was pretty quiet, it was clear Eddie was annoyed with something but Y/N didn't know what. She said goodbye as she got out of the car as he pulled into her driveway.

~

She waited until it was later in the evening to call him, but he didn't answer. She tried a few times, but he never picked up.

She shrugged it off and moved on for the night. Trying to catch some sleep.

~~~

She hadn't gotten to talk to Eddie in two days. He never picked up when she called and the few times she was over at his house, he was gone.

She felt like he was avoiding her and it pained her.

It was Friday night and she knew she wasn't going to the party. She already planned to bail out, knowing Lucy had other friends at the party to look out for her. She planned to sneak over to see Eddie since Lucy would be gone for hours, but she wasn't sure if she would be welcomed.

But she also wanted to see him, so she showed up anyway.

She knocked on the door, knowing he was home as his car was parked in the driveway. She smiled as he opened the door, a beer in his hand.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his eyes slightly heavy, telling her he had been drinking for a while.

"I wanted to see you. What's wrong?" She asked as she walked through the door.

"Thought you wanted to see Jake," Eddie said, slightly slurring his words as he closed the door. He turned around to face her, watching as she stepped forward and held his face in her hands.

"Are you drunk?" She asked, her eyes examining his face.

"Why aren't you with Jake?" He asked, his voice starting to sound angry as he pushed her hands off of him.

"Because I don't want to be! I'm here with you. You wouldn't answer my calls and you were gone the times I came over. I'm worried about you." She explained, her eyes soft.

"I'm a grown man, you don't need to be worried about me." He scoffed, walked past her, and walked into the kitchen. She was close behind, watching as he grabbed another beer.

"Eddie, talk to me. Why have you been avoiding me?" She asked. He cracked open the beer and took a long sip.

"I've just been busy," he shrugged. But they both knew it was a lie. He felt pathetic, to be honest. Here he was drinking his sorrows away all because he was jealous. Jealous over some guy, some stupid college boy. A boy that was years younger than him made him that insecure. But also made him angry. He didn't have a right to be jealous because Y/N was never labeled as his.

"If you don't talk to me, I'm going to leave." She threatened. "Tell me what's wrong, what's wrong with us?" She asked, softly removing the beer from his hands and setting it on the table.

"Doors right behind ya," he said, grabbing the beer from the table and taking another sip.

"Eddie, stop," she pleaded, she tried not to let her emotions show but she was getting nervous. She didn't want to leave and she didn't want him to want her to leave.

"Jake's probably waiting for you," he spat, roughly hitting her shoulder as he walked past her. He was heading for his bedroom and she was quick to follow.

"Can you act like a fucking adult? Are you jealous of Jake or something?" She asked

He stopped in his tracks, his body slightly hitting hers as she didn't expect to stop.

"Jealous of what? As far as I'm concerned we fuck and that's it. So if you want to screw college boys, I could care less."

"It seems like you do care. That's why you are acting like a damn teenager!" She fought back.

"Trust me, I don't care enough about you to care." He growled, but as the words left his lips he felt the immediate regret. "I didn't mean that"

Y/N scoffed and turned around. Heading for the front door but now Eddie was quick to follow her, grabbing her arm and pressing her against the wall. His beer was forgotten and shattered on the floor.

"Baby, you know I didn't mean that. I'm sorry." He pleaded, his breath strong of liquor.

She pushed him off, a ball of anger in her eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm here with you" a finger stabbed into his chest, "I don't like Jake nor would I ever like anyone else. I've committed myself to you for months. Yeah, he asked me out, did I go? Hell no because I wanted to be with you. But maybe I should have gone with him, at least then I'd be with someone who cared more about what's between my legs." She spat as she shoved his chest and opened up the door.

"Y/N, wait just stop." He said as he chased after her. But she slipped into her car. He begged her through the window as she started her car.

"You're right. I'm acting like a child and I'm so fucking sorry. Can you please come inside so we can talk?" He begged

"You had your chance to talk," she said, then she reversed out of his driveway.

~~~

It was as if the script flipped. Eddie spent hours trying to call her, but none were answered. He didn't blame her, he was an idiot and said shit he didn't mean.

He hadn't heard from her all weekend. Now it was Monday and he just wanted to see her.

He sat up as the front door opened. He smiled as Lucy walked in, and his heart sped up when Y/N walked in behind her.

"Hi Dad," Lucy greeted as she took off her shoes.

"Hi, and um hi Y/N," Eddie said, his voice a little nervous.

She didn't say anything, just smiled. Eddie watched as they made their way up to Lucy's room. He desperately wanted Y/N to look over her shoulder but she never did.

~

Hours passed and Y/N was packing up to go home. She didn't plan to sleep over for a while, the sting was too fresh.

She was glad she drove to school today so she didn't have to ask Eddie to drive her home. She said goodbye to Lucy and walked downstairs. Eddie didn't seem to be around, which she was thankful for.

She made it out the front door and felt relieved. But then she looked up and saw Eddie leaning against her car.

"Not letting you leave until we talk," he said, his arms crossed. She rolled her eyes and hated the way his arms were distracting.

"We can't talk right here, Lucy could easily see us," Y/N said, hoping her argument would get him to leave.

"Fine, let's go for a drive," he said, walking over to the passenger side.

She mumbled some words and unlocked the car. She was silent as they got in, starting the car and reversing out. She drove a little bit down the street and then pulled off to the side.

"I don't understand what you want from me," she said honestly. "The sex is good, our conversations are good. And this whole time I believed it was going to lead to something real, something more than sex. And then you get jealous and tell me you don't care about me."

Eddie nodded as she repeated his words back to him. And now that he was sober, he realized just how stupid he truly sounded.

"Look, I was talking stupid and acting immature. I was jealous and I got drunk. Then I took it out on you. I'm sorry."

"You aren't supposed to be stupid and immature! You're older, Eddie. You're a fucking man and you treated me just like every boy I've ever met. You're supposed to know better and you're supposed to know how to treat me and not..." She sniffled as she felt herself tearing up. "Not break my heart."

She felt his warm hand land on her thigh and he squeezed it gently. She turned to look at him, a tear rolling down her face. He gently wiped it away.

"You're right, and you've always been right. And I hope you can believe me when I say that I want more than sex. I want to be together and go on dates. I want to take you out and have a relationship that exists outside of my house. I have strong feelings for you and I'd like to make this up to you." He spoke with such care and regret. She would have believed him if he lied, but she felt like he really meant it. His eyes held so much emotion and his hand shook her thigh.

"You sure you want this? I want a real relationship, with trust, loyalty, and commitment."

"I want everything with you," he said without missing a beat. "I want you." He said softly as he leaned in.

"You have me," she said, pressing her lips against his.

~~~

After that night things were moving forward. In no way were they going to tell Lucy yet, but they began to go on dates. Do things that normal couples do. Since they admitted their feelings for each other the sex got better, making it harder to keep quiet and make it fast. They started checking into hotel rooms, allowing themselves to spend the night together wrapped in each other's arms.

~

"You ever been here before?" Eddie asked as he pulled out her chair.

Y/N looked around the small bar, a live band playing on stage.

"Never!" Y/N said, watching as he stood at the table.

"I'll tell you a secret," he said, leaning down, his face inches from hers. "I used to play here in high school with my band." He smiled as her eyes lit up.

"You were in a band?" she asked in awe

"I was. Let me grab you a drink and I'll tell you all about it," Eddie said, pressing a kiss to her lips.

She felt like she wanted to kick her feet as he walked up to the bar. The feeling of being out in public together still made her heart race. She loved being his girlfriend and being where people could see it.

The band ended and a group of applause bounced off the walls, catching her attention slightly.

By the time she looked back at Eddie, a girl was softly touching his hand that rested on the bar.

Y/N squeezed her eyebrows together as she stared at them, the girl seemed to be older maybe around his age. Eddie moved his hand, putting it in his pocket.

But it seemed like the girl didn't want to give up there. She was moving in, her body pressed against his.

Y/N slid out of her chair, walking confidently towards her boyfriend.

"I'd advise you to back up," Y/N sneered as she crossed her arms. Eddie looked relieved and the girl glared at her.

"Who are you? An overprotective daughter?" The girl scoffed. Y/N rolled her eyes, she couldn't believe how much these older people still acted like immature teenagers.

"Girlfriend, so back the fuck off," Y/N said, pushing the girl's shoulder lightly. The girl stepped back and smiled.

"Understood," she said as she walked away.

"Daughter? Do I look that old?" Eddie joked, throwing his arm around Y/N's shoulders.

"I think I just look that young," Y/N teased back

"Let's go drink and have fun," Eddie said, "Enjoy our date."

Y/N smiled and they went back to their table. They don't have all the future details figured out, but they have each other right now and that's all that matters.

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