#billy quinn fanfic

[hanasnx]

❝ not alone anymore. ❞

── billy quinn x reader

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 2k SUMMARY: you meet a handsome stranger at a party, and go out for coffee after. NOTES: i wrote this a year ago and am getting it out of my drafts. WARNINGS: gn!reader | implied: attraction | mentioned: innuendo | smoking | cursing | no y/n.

You raked a hand through your hair, the cold night air fogging your breath as you stepped out the sliding glass door. Escaping the full swing of the party inside, you took refuge out on the balcony, and with trembling hands you struggled to take out a cigarette and a lighter. It was freezing out here compared to the stuffy inside, where the hot bodies dancing acted as a space heater. The dampness of your lips caught the cig, allowing you to check your watch for the time, wondering when you should be heading out. Staring at it for longer than a second told you that it had stopped at one AM. “Shit,” you muttered through your lips dangling the cigarette. How long had it been then? Tapping it out of anger didn’t work either, the face of the clock staring blankly at you. Instead, you tried to light your cig, cupping your hand around it. The lighter sparked, but didn’t catch, no matter how many times you rolled it. “C’mon, really?” A couple more times offered no solution, and you were about to toss and stamp the tobacco in your frustration.

“Need a light?” A voice coming from the side startled you, jumping in surprise, and turning to the source. It was dark out, but you could see. The source was tall, and you watched him rifle his pockets. 

“Please,” you replied, inviting him over. Gingerly, he stepped to you, and cupped his hand to protect the fire from the wind, offering it to you. You brushed your hair back and leaned in, letting him light the end for you. Gently, you breathed in, and pinched the cig between your fingers so you could blow the smoke away from him. He pocketed the lighter. 

“Sorry to scare you, thought you saw me.” he told you, but by this point you’d already forgotten. 

“Hm? Oh,” You wrapped an arm under your chest to protect your middle from the air and to prop up your elbow, sipping your cig leisurely. The smoke warmed your lungs. “no sweat. Don’t sweat it,” you mumbled, kicking the ground underneath you to hear your shoe scrape against the concrete. You sniffed, and glanced at him. “Thanks for the light.” He noticed your small smile, and leaned back against the wall. 

“No problem. It seemed like you were having a hard time,” Apparently he’d seen you curse at your watch and your lighter. 

“Yeah,” you scoffed, “I think I’m just ready to go home.”

“What’s keeping you?”

“Nothing, I guess,” You shrugged, rubbing your temple with the hand that held your cig. “Feel like if I go home, I’ll wonder why I didn’t stay. I’ve got that fear of missing out, you know?” You glanced at him after you asked the question, and you caught him looking at you already. You idled, having calmed down from the nicotine rush, you registered who you were speaking with. It hit you how cute this guy was. Dark hair, styled up in disheveled locks. Handsome face, with soft lips and crystal blue eyes. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but you could’ve sworn he glanced at your mouth. 

“I get that,” he said softly, and you inhaled sharply at the sound of his lowered voice. 

You adjusted, mimicking him to rest against the wall, and flicking off the ash from your cig. “What about you? Why are you hiding out here?”

“Not really my scene. I’m just a wingman.” He peered over his shoulder to spy his friend cozying up with the woman he’d been talking to. “Looks like I’m a retired wingman.” He returned his gaze to you, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

“‘A wingman’?” you parroted in disbelief, and you looked him up and down. “You?” His lips curled at the question, recognizing it for what it was. A subtle flirt. He gave you a sly look, and to change the subject you offered him the butt end of the cig, “Care for a draw?” He accepted it, your cold hands brushing past one another, and you watched the sharp angle of his jawline as he took a drag. 

“Yeah, believe it or not,” he spoke through the smoke, some curling out from his nose. “I’ll be heading out soon.” You were still occupied by the butterflies that erupted in your stomach from the brief contact. 

“Shame,” you muttered without realizing, and while he took his second puff he eyed you curiously with a tilt of his head. 

“‘Shame’?”

You rolled with it, since it was too late to back track. “Shame,” You shook your head, listening to the bump of the bass inside shake the apartment. “I was just about to ask you if you wanted to come back in with me for a dance.” 

“Dance, huh?” he said with interest, handing off the roach. The temperature of your skin giving him an idea. “I’m not a big dancer.”

“I bet you’re great, c’mon,” You found yourself wanting him to stay. “Just one, I’ll be really nice even if you make a fool of yourself,” you assured, coaxing him. 

He merely shook his head, “Maybe next time,” It was an empty promise. “Nah, I wanna grab a cup of coffee. You should come with.”

“I’m just saying, I find it hard to believe that out of every animal on the planet you’d wanna be a… porcupine.” 

He eyed you over the rim of his mug, brows furrowed. He hissed when he placed it down. “And I’m just saying, that in a world full of predators, I’m gonna be the guy with the impaling armor.” 

You shimmied in your seat, sizing him up. “You wouldn’t wanna be a predator?” you teased. “Most guys I ask usually go for one of the big cats, gator, rhino, or gorilla—“

“—Those are the most popular options—?” 

“— From the guys I’ve asked, yes!” A smile tugged at his lips from the conversation, and you continued. “It’s science, really.”

“Science?”

“Science. I’m telling you. There’s a psychology to it.” 

“Explain,” He took another sip of his coffee. The diner you two occupied was cool toned, greens and silvers and blues. Empty, except for a gray bearded man in the corner, and the two of you sitting on the bar stools, facing each other. 

“The guys who say they’d be gator, those are the rednecks,” You began, and with fake interest, your companion perked up in his seat, flashing you a wide eyed expression. 

“Yeah?”

“Shut up,” you told him playfully, reaching over to nudge his shoulder. He rested his cheek on his fist, and gestured for you to go on. “So those are gonna be the guys with the camo, they’re from Florida primarily, probably carry without a license.” You listed on your fingers, crossing your legs. “Gorilla guys are the big, buff for no reason— like The Rock-level buff— maybe less. From my research,” He raised his brows at you in feigned intrigue, knowing this was based on nothing but your own observations. “they’re more of the hit-first-ask-questions-later type. Rhinos too, however I think Rhinos are the more husky of the two. Other than that, those have been pretty interchangeable. Now, the cats, that’s where it gets interesting.” He checked his watch and glanced up at you, and you rolled your eyes at his bad joke. “I’m almost done. Lions are the vain type, usually long hair, real pretty boys, probably have a tattoo of one or want a tattoo of one.” Your eyes searched the ceiling, feeling hot under his gaze for talking this long. “Tigers are the serene type, zen, yoga, I’ve-trained-with-a-bo-staff and studied-abroad. Jaguars, usually black jaguars, are the goths. The piercings, the tats, the rockstar hair, skinny jeans, and tight v-necks.” You met his eyes. 

“Done?”

“Mm-hmm,” You sipped your coffee, and added some cream before tasting it again. 

“So what about porcupine guys? What do you think of them?” he asked, downing the last of his drink. You saw how his downturned lips attempted to hide his smile, betraying his eagerness to hear your opinion of him. 

“Pretty cool, I guess.” You pushed out your lips, letting your gaze travel generously this time. “Tall, lanky—“ You noted the shift in his expression, and you revised, “—toned,” You narrowed your eyes, gauging his reaction. When it was satisfactory, you moved on, “Nice hair, pretty eyes. Very cool leather jacket.”

“What about personality?” he interjected, leaning back in his chair, and you were unable to ignore how he spread his knees. 

“Calm,” Was your first thought, and he quieted. “charming, endearing.” Your gazes met, locking eyes as you finished. “Hopelessly alluring.” 

As if to taunt you ever further, your companion inclined into your direction— and marginally you leaned in— but his purpose was to shed his leather jacket, sliding it off of his shoulders. Only encouraging his suspicions of your helpless attraction, you stare unapologetically, mesmerized by his elegant movement, and how close the two of you were. His dirty trick had done its dirty deed, and he folded the jacket within itself, tossing it onto the bar behind him so he could face you in his black turtleneck. One that highlighted his figure that had you wondering if he modeled clothing wear by the way he sported it like it was made for him. You moistened your lips and he glanced down at them, drawn to you like a moth to flame. 

His voice was soft, feather-light and carressed your ears like a saint’s prayer. “So what animal did you choose?” 

Having been lost in such a small and seemingly insignificant disrobing, you were stupefied. You shook your head as if to clear your brain fog, responding dreamily, “What?” 

Since you required reengaging, he crossed his arms and fixed his elbow at the edge of the bar so he could insert himself further into the conversation. Demanding your attention, and begging you to check out how thick his arms looked in his sleeves. “You ask all these guys their philosophical animals so what did you say when they asked you?” 

You flashed a confuddled furrow of your brow. Downturning your lips as you searched the corners of your mind for an answer even when it was doomed to chart a naughty course. “Um…” a single nervous chuckle emitted, “I don’t think anyone’s ever asked, actually.” All of a sudden, you were painfully aware of the kind of men you’ve been wasting your time with. 

Perhaps the self-proclaimed “predators” had a bad streak of being conceited. 

Somehow, he understood your entire thought process, watching your expressions shift. This was noted, but not commented on. “So?” he awaited your answer. 

It took you a second to decide. He had spat his so easy, ready with an explanation as soon as you’d thought up the question. Did he choose a creature based on his preference toward it, or was it just the intelligent answer? 

Did it really matter? It shouldn’t, yet here you were, worrying yourself over what this stranger would think of you. Pick you apart like you so carelessly did to the others in front of him. “I’ve always liked white foxes.” Insecure in your decision and how it shone through in your voice, implied an invitation for him to scrutinize you. You expected it. 

A very slight shift in his expression, how he tilted his head, and his oceanic blue eyes traveling you from head to toe— was unhelpful in easing your nerves. “A white fox,” he hummed, interested, playful. “The storybook archetype of a clever and intelligent creature.” You swallowed. “The symbol of trickery, or luck, depending on your culture.” He bowed his head forward to catch your eye, looking at you through his brows, “Cunning, silver-tongued, and beautiful. However,” The start of his new sentence implied something promising, adjusting in his seat to tap his finger onto the bar. “a white fox suggests you hide something.” 

It refreshed you to hear his thoughts about you. Eloquently stated, without sparing too many details. You hadn’t connected any dots without his assistance, but you were more alike to a white fox than you anticipated. Your famed animal inquiry allowed you a small and idiotic window into how people thought of themselves. Not only had he played your game, but he turned it around on you. 

“Is that a bad thing?” you asked, unable to tear your eyes away from each other. 

“I like a good mystery.” 

[ledesaid]

Billy has a fever🌡️

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Well, it's official. He doesn't have much luck today. Well, he hasn't had much luck in recent years. He was barely eleven years old (ten years and seven months) and was delirious, alone, in his small corner of the world.

Billy had been proud of having avoided getting sick until this point because he already knew what would happen next: he would have to turn himself in to social services so they could take him to the hospital and then he would escape again. Complicated. Not many had luck in that last part of the plan; he had friends who, after that, couldn't escape the system again.

The problem was that he barely had enough strength to move an arm, he couldn't get up, much less go out into the streets in search of a police officer or a precinct. This left him with two options: call the League on his communicator or use his chalk to open a portal.

The cold December wind whipped against his window hard enough to drown out his thoughts. But one broke through strongly enough to make him decide.

How was he going to bring one of his colleagues to the little hole he tried to call home?

Well, is the portal.

Billy had an emergency circle that would take him to a beautiful island hidden somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. Titan Gaia had entrusted him with that place if he fell ill, and now was the time. He could barely distinguish the symbols the chalk left behind, but he was sure he had written beloved caretaker of green life. What he wasn't sure about was if he had properly delimited the spatial jump.

Maybe that's why he was looking at a redheaded woman before passing out instead of a thirty-foot-tall humanoid mountain.

"Well, this isn't something you see every day... Who are you, kid?"

Billy can't respond, and the next thing he knows is that he wakes up in a warm room, fortunately without windows being battered by intense snow. Very clean, clear walls, drawings of plants on the walls, but it wasn't the hospital.

Then he notices that he was in a bed shaped like a giant bunny, no, it really looked like a giant bunny plush with a mattress in the middle of it. A little madness.

A soft, warm, and fluffy madness.

By this time, Billy notices his fever has disappeared. Yes, his head hurts slightly and he has an IV connected to his arm, but he feels strong enough to patrol for a couple of days.

"How do you feel, little fern?"

Billy: Little fern?

"We've taken care of you like a fern, and Harley wanted to nickname you that until we knew your name."

Billy: Thanks, I'm Billy.

Pamela: Good, I'm Pamela, and soon you'll meet Harley, she's my wife. She's a bit energetic, so I apologize in advance for the noise, but that's how she shows her affection.

Billy doesn't know quite what to do or say. If the portal had failed and brought him in front of this woman, it would be hard to explain how it was possible, and escaping would be a bit complicated until he could call the captain.

A wonder indeed was his situation.

Pamela: Don't think too loudly, Billy, we're not going to turn you over to social services or the police.

Billy: Really? * he said a bit confused * Why?

Pamela: We're not exactly lovers of that side of the law, but we know how to recognize a kid in trouble who needs a hand.

Billy grabbed the soft, fluffy sheets that covered him tightly. It was time.

Billy: Thank you very much, really. If you give me a couple of hours, I'll be gone and you'll never hear from me again. I promise.

The woman raised an eyebrow in disbelief, possibly, Billy wondered if he had said something wrong, but he didn't understand exactly what. Was a couple of hours too much? He could really leave in just twenty minutes.

Billy: But I can leave earlier if...

Pamela: Sorry, kid, but it's too soon for you to get out of bed. You came to me with a 103° fever, delirious...

Before Billy could ask about what he might have said, a door was heard slamming not far from the room where Billy had slept and, a few seconds later, a sing-songy and shrill voice made them look. Blonde with a high ponytail, the one and only Harley Quinn. Billy finally put the pieces together, so that's why the names and appearances seemed familiar. Don't blame him, he didn't associate Pamela with Poison Ivy, maybe because he associated the color with Martians... it was strange. He was so exposed to extraordinary and impossible things that he was indifferent to being excited by mere skin color or an ex-supervillain in front of him.

Harley: I'm glad you're okay, little lost boy.

Billy: Uh... Th-Thanks.

The black-haired boy was being hugged tightly by the blonde woman in one of the sincerest embraces Billy could ever remember.

Pamela: Let him breathe, love, Billy still has the IV...

Harley: Oh, right! Sorry... Is your name Billy? Hi, I'm Harley Quinn. Do you want a big plate of waffles with ice cream, toast, strawberries and cream, and maple syrup?

Maybe it was the residual effects of his fever, the hunger of possibly four days, or the warm hug, but Billy nodded his head in affirmation, feeling that if he opened his mouth, he wouldn't be able to avoid crying in front of this warm couple.

[ozzyfromscotland]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64343017

thats right people i spent all day writing an april fool's special and posted if half an hour before april fool's day ends for me

[alealuvshayden]

Sam taking readers virginity?

sam monroe - SMUT

sam x reader (req)

𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬

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you lived on the nice side of the city, with a beach view. in front of you lived sam‘s dad. for the summer sam‘s mother and father decided sam should stay over since his mother‘s new family could barely tolerate sam and she didnt know where to start with him anymore.

backstory ⋆ ---––——––--- ⋆

sam‘s father was an architect but then soon found out he had cancer. he wanted to spend time with his son so he immediately agreed on the offer to take in sam for the few summer break months.

sam wanted to spend the whole summer at corey‘s, his mother lied to him saying he would but then she sent him to his father‘s. George, sam‘s dad, lived in a shed, right in front of your nice house. your mother could barely tolerate George and so could the whole neighborhood.

you didnt mind him since you new he was sam‘s dad. you knew sam from school and kind of had an eye on him. josh had been going out with you for a few weeks now. you didnt like him but you were to sweet to say no..

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when you saw sam pull up with his father your eyes widened and your heart started beating fast.

you looked out of your window and saw him being difficult again, understandable. the next day you went outside and saw sam‘s dad working on the new house he decided to build himself.

sam was laying down on a beach chair, his headphones on his head and the volume up to a maximum. he didnt listen to his dad when he told him to put on sun screen.

„Hi Mr Monroe!!“ you greet his father cheerfully, who was working on the roof of the house.

„oh hi y/n! would you be a doll and put sam some sun screen on? he wont listen to me, brat.“ george mumbled that nickname.

george threw the sunscreen down at you and you catch it. you poked sam on the shoulder and he jumped up. he put down his headphones.

sam noticed you at school but he was wayyyy to shy to speak to you.

„w-what are you doing here?“ sam stuttered his words out.

„i live across the street silly, saw you outside, thought id come by and say hi.“ you smile at him.

he returned a shy smile.

„put some sun screen on, boy! let her massage you“ george chuckled, he had noticed how sam was around you.

„dad mind your own damn business!“ sam retorted. you just watched and stayed silent.

„did you ever have someone apply lotion on you?“ you ask with a smile.

„n-no“ sam shakes his head.

„sooo?? lie down, silly!!“ you playfully spoke to him. god this was so awkward.. or was it?

sam laid down on the beach chair and you massaged sun screen on him. he enjoyed it fairly well. smirking while you did it.

„hey so you gonna be around this summer?“ sam asks you with a sly smirk.

„oh yeah i am actually!“ you reply with a smile. your heart was beating heavily!

„y/n if you dont mind me asking.. we kind of dont have a shower.. and uhhh..“ sam didnt know how to ask you so he could shower at your place..

„oh you can come over anytime sam! the door is always open for you!!“ you smile at him with wide eyes.

suddenly your mom called you in for dinner and you had to go. „see you around sammy!“

sammy.. god did you really just call him that? that was so cute man.

as time passed on sam would occationaly come and shower at your place, your mom allowed it since she felt bad for sam. you both found yourself always showering together, no matter what time or when or how. but you didnt do anything in there.. just… shower?

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one time you both were showering together and changed spots under the showerhead when sam spoke up. „what the hell are we, y/n??! this is getting frustrating!“

„whats your deal i thought i was helping you out!!?“ you replied back quickly, you both were hotheaded, it was hell sometimes.

„yeah helping me.. it would help me if i could kiss you..“ sam smirked slyly..

your lips parted lightly and he leaned in. you both kissed each other passionately. the kiss was getting heavier and heavier, breaths were getting quicker. his tongue slipped in your mouth as you made out, wanting to taste your whole self. he was desperate. you were too.

sam touched you all over, squeezing your tits, ass, really anything he could get his hands on.

„god youre perfect, baby..“ he mumbled between kisses.

„s-sam..“ you stuttered and pulled away.. „i-im still a virgin..“

„oh. wow. i didnt know.. uhm… you want me to change that..?“ sam smiled slyly.

„be gentle. please?“ you asked nicely and he nodded in response. his member was already as hard as it could get.

„bend over here, baby. ill be gentle i promise.“ he kissed your neck and nibbled on your ear as you bend over in the shower, he pressed you against the shower glass, your tits squeezing against it.

he slowly got you wet, playing with your clit, he teased your sensitive folds with his hard tip. you moaned out loud.

„you like that, babe?“ sam asks. wanting to make you feel safe since it was your first time.

„mhm.. thats a-alright..“

sam slowly thrusted in you and you cried out. sam pulled out quickly. „baby you sure you ok? you sure you want this??“ he asks one more time just to make sure. you nod and reassure him.

he then slowly thrusted in you again, letting you get used to his big dick. he then picked up his pace and thrusted in to you. it was a gentle loving sex but also one that held a lot of pent up tension between you.

after a few minutes you felt your high and screamed. „fuck im gonna cum!“ sam grunted and moaned.

„do it, baby. do it for me.“ he felt your walls clench around his length and he felt himself start cumming too, you both moaned simultaneously as you ride out your orgasms.

after that you both showered and cleaned yourselves up, sam kept kissing you lovingly, on your cheek, jaw, nose, forehead, head to reassure you.

you felt loved.

„y/n.. i love you.“ sam spoke softly..

„i-i love you too, sammy..“

you both kissed and dried yourselves off. the rest of the summer was delightful, probably best summer of your lives. you just knew you had to enjoy your last years of high school with your new boyfriend, sam.

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[hopelessmidwesterner]

Sugar Babe

Finally got around to finishing this, first published fic on this account, who cheered?! (pls gimme feedback/requests)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Plus Sized/AFAB Reader ★ Established Relationship

Warnings: swearing, allusions to sex, mentions of ADD lol

WC: 1.3k

*Alternate timeline: a few years after the events of season 4 (spoiler: he lived)*

Inspired by the 1971 song 'Sugar Babe' by Stephen Stills

You were an outlier; you and Eddie both were for an endless number of reasons. One of the most prominent ones to oblivious outsiders looking in was the fact that you were only in your early twenties but you behaved like a couple who’d been married for at least a decade. It grossed the kids out, it warmed older adults’ hearts, and it made your friends of the same age a little envious. Neither of you really saw it as abnormal because it just felt normal; not forced, not overdramatized, not rushed, none of that. It was just natural, good old fashioned love as Wayne liked to describe it.

Now, don’t get anything twisted, the both of you certainly weren’t the perfect couple but you were perfect for one another and that was what mattered. You had plans to get married but not for awhile; 25 at least as you’d said whenever a family member brought it up since you’d been together for a few years already. There were times, however, when Eddie considered just full sending things because of how overwhelmed with love he felt: pawning a ring from the shop just outside town, taking you out some place nice, and proposing even if it threw you for a loop, even if neither of you had more than a few hundred bucks at a time. But he knew that wasn’t how either of you wanted things to play out so he practiced restraint, even on nights like tonight. 

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“You can do whatever you want to do, you can be who you want to be. Just remember that me and you ain’t all there is to bein’ free.” Your singing was soft and clearly zoned out while you stood at the stove in Eddie and Wayne’s kitchen, eyes honed in on the pot that crackled and popped with searing oil and slivers of potato. Your boyfriend watched you from the opposing counter where he was supposed to be working on a tattoo for someone who’d paid him to design something; a simple sword with song lyrics wrapped around it that resembled vines. It was good money and something he loved to do, but he loved you more. 

“People need love. People need trust. People need one another and that means us. My sugar babe. Believe me, sugar babe.” You didn’t notice him slip off the countertop nor did you seem to hear him slink towards you. If you did, you made no efforts to turn towards him or to ask what he was up to so he continued onwards, sly as a fox. 

“Everyone knows it ain't easy when you get it all together in your heart. It's the easiest thing to do to be pleasin'. Folks ain't made to live apart.” You smiled and hummed as you felt the familiar embrace of Eddie’s arms wrapping around your midsection, his chin settled on your right shoulder so he could see what you were seeing. 

“People need love. People need trust. People need one another and that means us. My sugar babe. Believe me, sugar babe. I'm on your side, sugar babe.” He husked the words with you like they were a prayer and you gushed as you kept an eye on the fries. This was your song, at least one of them, and he called you Sugar Babe as often as he could because it got the biggest smile on your face; prettier than the stars. 

“Let yourself be open, honey, learn to bend. Remember, everyone gets scared, but I'm still your best friend…” He stole a kiss to the side of your head right above the temple and you turned this time, giving him the invitation to grab your hips with a little jig in his stride. 

“When you forget about yourself and think of things to do to make me happy, then you love me girl, like I love you, oh-oh-oh…” He turned the charm up to 100 by tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, keeping his warm hand there since it always made you soften. You gave him that sarcastic smirk he loved and he began to lean in, going for the kill. Your eyes fluttered shut when he got close enough for your noses to bump but then a sharp gasp left you as the pot began to sputter a little louder. 

“Oh, shit! Gotta turn ‘em.” You spun around like a top to do as you said, the edge of your elbow brushing across Eddie’s chest; a punch to the heart. You were lucky you were cute. An audible noise that sounded like a mix of irritation and adoration left Eddie so you furrowed your brows while you watched the golden fries bubbling inside the amber colored oil. 

“What?” You asked in question, side eyeing him. He snorted and waited until you’d turned all of the fries over; having set the big spoon you were using back down.The moment it clattered against the spoon rest, he let out a long chuckle and grabbed at your waist once more. 

“Nothing, ‘s nothing, Y/N.” He paused and met your eye as you cocked your head towards him; there’s those pretty blues. “Your ADD is just going ham right now.” You frowned and geared up to give him a sassy defense but he finally gave into his temptation (one of them, at least) and chased your lips with his own; shutting you up mid–sentence with a hungry hold. You gasped into the kiss but melted all the same, similar to putty in his hands and in turn, you held his face with gentle palms that he swore could heal. Your lips finally parted for the sake of air and you clicked your tongue at him once you caught your own breath. 

“You interrupted me.” You said with an accusatory tone, unable to help the giggle that fell through when he started tickling at your ribs. Asshat. 

“That I did, Sugar Babe.” 

“Ass.” He rolled his eyes at you like a diva. He even did the hair flip for fuck’s sake. Drama queen. 

“Oh, whatever. You liked that.”

“Says who?” You challenged it though it was true; this was part of your dynamic with Eddie, after all. 

“Says the pink in your cheeks, Sugar Babe.” You fumed at that and he snickered since you turned an even deeper shade of pink, causing you to grimace at him with a saucy wiggle back towards the pot. Another eye roll came from him even though he knew you couldn’t see him and he sighed with a nonchalant lean forwards, grabbing you and hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing. 

“Eds.” You groaned out of irritance though you made no efforts to stop him; not even any squirming when he had you comfortably settled over his shoulder.

“What?” He whined back in mockery of you, earning a light slap to the middle of his back. 

“Put me down. It’s not good for your back, ya know.” He disregarded your words with a grunt that may as well have said ‘oh, as if’ and he kicked the door to his room open before gently flopping you down onto the center of his bed. 

“Good one, babe. You should try standup.” He toed back to shut the door with his butt and he pulled his shirt off of himself, finding you with a confused gaze that amused him in some odd way. He tilted his head at you inquisitively and climbed on the bed, reaching for you with protective arms. 

“What about the fries?” You asked him shyly. Even after all these years, you still got a little meek during these moments of intensity where all of his attention was on you and you only. He grinned with a shaking head and held your face, squishing at your cheeks just lightly enough to get a low noise of annoyance out of your mouth. God, he loved annoying you. 

“Honestly, sweetheart?” He paused for a moment to kiss you; a long and hungry embrace of battling tongues, clashing teeth, and racing hearts. Butterflies filled both of your stomachs and this time it was his cheeks that turned a deep shade of fuchsia.

“Fuck the fries.”

[erosmutt]

﹙🎃﹚THE DOPE SHOW : 𝔟. 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔫𝔫

〣 ﹒▨﹕ CONTENT WARNINGS﹒public sex, exhibitionism, intoxication

♫ ㆍ TRACK OF CHOICE ㆍ Love Her Madly ♱ The Doors

⿻﹒︴BNUUY'S NOTES . bye this was embarrassingly short. just like with the last one, i'm sorry this took so long to come out. i'm gonna get han and vaders' fics out on time, i promise! . . . hopefully! ×﹒↝﹒buy me a coffee?

"Hey there, gorgeous." Billy's hand rested on your hip as the two of you walked down the sidewalk, the club's music fading in the distance. You giggled and bit your lip before responding, "I've been here all night, Bill~" His fingers traced the curves of your body, the alcohol on his breath no surprise given the amount you both consumed. Your heart raced as Billy led you down a dimly lit alley, the cool night air brushing against your warm skin.

He pushed you against the chipping brick wall, his lips crashing into yours in a passionate kiss. You moaned into his mouth, hands roaming his chest. Billy's hands gripped your hips tightly as he began grinding his body against you, his arousal growing more evident. Pulling back, he panted, "Up," and helped you lift your legs around his waist. "I've got you, doll. Don't you worry," he murmured.

The alley was dark, but the distant sound of traffic and occasional passerby heightened your excitement. As soon as he pushed his cock into you, you laid your head back against the wall, whimpering as you gripped his shoulders. Billy buried his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh. The two of you were a tangle of limbs, desperately trying to get closer. His hand snaked down to grab your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as he thrust upwards.

With a final, deep thrust, Billy came, his cum spurting into you as his body shuddered. Your orgasm followed, walls clenching around his shaft as you cried his name. You stayed there, basking in the afterglow. After a few moments, you two reluctantly untangled yourselves and adjusted your clothing.

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[greedystevie]

SECRET

not as it seems part one

college!steve x college!fem oc

summary: you and steve are in a "secret" relationship and your best friend/roommate doesn't know

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) oral (fem receiving) fingering

word count: 1.9k

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

authors note: okay this is actually a little bit of a novel i've been working on but i named one of the main character's steve so now i just keep thinking about steve harrington whenever i write for it (probably why i've written 2k words in like 3 days when i've been in a drought) so this is not a y/n insert but i don't describe the fem!main character in any specific way so go and imagine yourself :) but also don't be surprised if this disappears in the future

“Beatrice! Hurry up, we're going to be late!” Thomasina called down the hallway to a distracted Beatrice. A Beatrice who was too busy fantasizing about her crush Steven.

While Beatrice was busy trying on pretty dresses and making herself up to try and ask out the guy of her dreams at this party he was showing up to  their shared New York apartment for Thomasina. Beatrice comes out of her room to see who came in to see Steve- she almost falls to the floor. “Oh uh, hi Steven I didn’t know you were coming over. Did Cece let you in?” Beatrice tucked her hair behind her ear. Posing herself as she tried to come across desirable.

Steve cocked his eyebrow up as he wondered what the fuck she was doing, “yeah she did.” He ended up responding.

Thomasina came out with a couple of drinks, handing one of them to Steve. “Finally she emerges from her cave,” she giggled, stepping towards her friend.

“I uh, heard the door open and shut so I came to see what was going on. Also,” Beatrice grabbed a random garment off the back of a chair. “I’ve been looking for this everywhere.” Huffing out back towards her bedroom.

“I always forget how much she flirts with me,” Steve chuckles softly.

“Probably because she has a-“ Thomasina stopped before she told her best friend's secret. Even if it was about her boyfriend, to her boyfriend. She could never do that.

“What?” Steve asked.

“Oh nothing,” Thomasina stepped close enough to touch his chest. “It doesn’t really matter anyway.”

Steve tenderly placed his hands on her hips, bringing her body closer to him. Locking lips with hers in a heated makeout session. Gripping the edges of her thin t-shirt Steve slipped his hands onto her smooth skin. Fingertips feeling every bone, every twitch of her muscle as he climbed up further towards her breast.

Just as their shirts were coming off and things started to steam up between them Beatrice could be heard coming back into the living area. Thomasina jumped off of Steve. Frantically searching for the articles of clothing while Steve stood still trying to hide his ever growing erection with his hands. She tossed him his shirt and he quickly put it on. Thomasina scurried behind the long sofa to put hers on, pretending to look for something she dropped. Popping up over the couch after Beatrice had been standing frozen at the edge of the room for who knows how long.

Thomasina sauntered over towards Steve, a jacket that had been on the floor for days gripped in one hand, the other grazing his erection. Steve flinched, screwing his eyes shut as he calmed the rising reaction inside himself. Thomasina smirked to the ground before turning towards Beatrice, “hello again Bea.” Thomasina smiled. Slipping past her towards the hall closet to finally put the jacket away. No thought in her head about possibly cleaning it.

Beatrice didn’t budge from her spot, continuing to stare longingly at Steve as if he might vanish at any moment. He was visibly becoming uncomfortable by her gaze by the time Thomasina came back to lean on the couch near him. Side-eyeing his muscular profile as discreetly as she could, stifling a giggle as she saw him still trying to hide his bulge. Sighing and heaving herself off the sofa Thomasina started, “Bea- are you-“ she was interrupted.

“What is he doing here? I don’t remember inviting him?” Beatrice let out a high pitched half giggle near the end. Her nerves finally subsided.

“Sally sent him over to drive us to the party,” the lie came out so smoothly.

“Why couldn’t she make it?”

“Last minute errand I think,” Thomasina scratched her head trying to remember specifics. Specifics that didn’t exist.

“Hm,” Beatrice touched her pointer finger and thumb to her chin in thought. “How ‘bout you Steven? Did she tell you anything specific?”

“No,” he shook his head.

Beatrice nodded in response. Backing away towards the front door, “okay. I guess I’ll head downstairs then. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

“Are you sure you’re ready to go?” Thomasina asked.

“Oh yeah,” she sniffed. Closing the door behind her.

Steve relaxed as she turned away. The tension in his shoulders instantly lifting, “finally.” He breathed out. Cracking his knuckles which sent shivers down Thomasina’s spine. Her breath hitched in her throat as she took a moment to remember how to move her chest up and down to let air in. Thomasina spun back around to face Steve, the last thing on her mind was to go meet Beatrice down in the lobby.

After a few moments of silent tension between them Steve took a couple long strides, closing the gap between them. Removing his black cotton t-shirt and tossing it to the brick wall, revealing the few tattoos he had hidden on his chest and back. Thomasina delicately reached out to touch her lanky secret boyfriend. Feeling his rough skin underneath her fingertips as he gripped her hips to bring her closer to him. Snaking her arms around his neck at a snails pace, slowly bringing his head closer to her lips. Tenderly pecking his mouth, tugging at his hair. Bodies in sync as their knees move to the floor. Steve’s fingers tug at the edges of Thomasina’s shirt. Sliding his hand up underneath it to feel the heat of her stomach on the way down to unbutton her jeans. Taking off her acid wash pants for her, lifting her feet one at a time out of the stiff fabric. Leaving her in generic cotton panties that match her cotton shirt. She started to lift the shirt over her head when Steve stood up and quickly gripped her hands to stop her. Lowly growly, “no. keep it on.”

Thomasina smirked at the request. Now she didn’t have to reveal that she wasn’t wearing a bra, although she was pretty sure he could tell. Lowering her arms back down to her sides Steve began leaving kisses on the palms of her hands, pulling her down to the floor. Before continuing he grabbed a couple of pillows off the leather couch without looking, always keeping eye contact with Thomasina. Laying her down on the rough pillows one under her head and one at the small of her back. “How's that?” he queried.

“Perfect,” Thomasina breathed out.

Steve lowered his head to her thighs, leaving soft kisses along the line of her underwear. Thomasina’s leg kicked up as a reflex when he brushed up against the one ticklish section on her body where her torso and leg meet. A quick series of giggles burst from her lungs. Steve continued to kiss down her leg and over to the other one as his motions calmed her back down. Thomasina moved her arms towards his head, letting her fingers grip chunks of his freshly washed hair. Gently tugging them towards where she wanted him, but he resisted. She huffed in frustration. His cold nose biting her flesh as he moved his face wherever he pleased.

Finally, as her consistent grip in his hair felt him move back to the middle. Steve’s eyes darted up to see Thomasina’s eyes screwed shut. Waiting for something spectacular. He smirked, snaking his fingers into the fabric of the elastic waistband of her underwear pulling it down slowly. Thomasina’s thighs constricted slightly by the excitement of him moving closer to the most needy part of her. Nuzzling the tip of his nose deep inside of her, Steve took in her intoxicating scent. Pulling it away from her and replacing it with the stroke of his fingers. “Is this okay? Does it feel good?”

All Thomasina could manage in response was a hefty moan. Steve smirked, a little bit proud of the effect he had on her. “I just want to make you happy Tom cat,” he stroked her thigh with his free hand. Taking it all the way up her torso to her breast.

“Stevie,” she groaned out in pleasure. “Faster.”

Obedient Steve pumped his fingers faster, eyes just peeking over her waist as he started to lick her pearl. Never taking his eyes off of her face. Coming up for air Steve pulled his fingers out completely, leaving Thomasina yearning for more. Licking his fingers clean of her insides before unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down part of the way. Boxer shorts following suit, covering his cock with his big hand and started to rub it back and forth a few times.

“Don’t forget the condom dumbass,” Thomasina panted.

“I thought you were on the pill?” Steve questioned. Eyebrow popping up as he pulled his pants back up for the wallet that he didn’t realize had fallen behind him.

“Doesn’t mean I want you’re dirty-“ she gagged before finishing. “Penis inside of me without a jacket on.”

Leaning back to pick up his wallet and take out one of the many fresh condoms he had tucked in it since they had started having sex. Sighing heavily as he knew she wasn’t serious. Rolling the rubber up, watching her bite her bottom lip as she watched the act. “I literally took a shower today,” Steve sighed as he settled into her with a grunt.

“I know boo,” Thomasina moaned. “Your hair is so luscious. Have you been using that shampoo I recommended?”

Steve nodded, unable to say words as light, breathy moans escaped his throat. Thomasina mimicked his actions, trying to keep the sound to a minimum. But it was hard. Wrapping her arm around his neck entwining her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck once more. “It’s done wonders for you honey bunches.” She gasped so loudly as her body shook with release.

Riding it out right with her until they were both a sweaty mess on top of each other. Heaving and giggling until the front door slammed open. Their faces covered with shock, at least until they realized it was Sally.

“You two are so lucky I slipped past Bea!” She screeched, not caring about their half naked, tangled bodies. “You are not as slick as you think you are. You are going to hurt that poor girl if you aren’t careful,” Sally stomped back out. Making sure to also slam the door shut the same way she opened it.

“What does that mean?” Steve asked, confused. Removing himself from Thomasina. Exhastedly huffing as he lays next to her on the rough floor.

“I promised I wouldn't tell,” Thomasina bit her lip. Turning to face him.

“Well if I know what’s going on maybe I can help,” he smiled sweetly at her.

Sighing Thomasina weighed the options in her mind. Ultimately deciding to tell him, “Beatrice has a crush on you.”

“Oh that,” he chuckled.

“You knew?” Thomasina sat up like a shot, “Who told you?”

“No one told me,” he grunted as his elbow slid against the floor when he struggled to sit and meet her gaze. “I figured it out.” He sighed as he gave up on trying to sit up.

Thomasina silently got up, picking up and dressing herself in the discarded cotton underwear. Going back over to her turtle of a boyfriend she bent down to grab his arm and heave him off the floor.

“Guess we better get going then,” Steve sighed as he pulled his clothing back on.

Thomasina quietly nodded in response. Not very happy about the wake up call her friend had given her, very much planning on getting wasted at this party.

[novelsbynia]

GEMINI:

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Chapter six: Confessions

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Warnings: Smut, language.

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October 30th

"Are you okay?" Scarlett was the first one to speak as they entered Ethan's apartment. It was dark and quiet. Chad was still at class and Ethan had to come back to his room just to finish on a paper he was working on before class. "Yeah I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" Ethan said in a monotone voice as he locked the front door behind them. "I don't know. You were quiet the whole way over." Scar followed him to his bedroom. It was clean and put together. Something she always admired about Ethan. He was clean, unlike a lot of college boys. Ethan rolled his eyes at her. "See. That. Why are you rolling your eyes at me?"

"I'm not rolling my eyes." Ethan lied and he knew it too. "You just did!" Scar was confused. Why did he have an attitude? What could of happened between now and when he left her an hour ago? "Sorry if that bothers you. Maybe you should just go back to Newman or Asher or whatever his fucking name is. Maybe he'll cheer you up." Ethan spat. Scarlett shook her head. "Is that what this is about? The fact that Asher STARTED to come onto me?" Scar dropped her bag by his bed. "God will you just stop calling him that." Ethan's voice raised a bit. "Ethan why does it bother you so much?! Why does it bother you that I call him Asher or that he was interested in me?" Scarlett never seen this side of him before. Jealousy? She never thought there was a jealous bone in Ethan's body. Especially if he was the one that established that they be a secret.

"You know." Ethan hissed. "What? What do I know?" Scarlett crossed her arms over her chest. "Fuck! You know okay! You know why it bothers me don't act like you don't." He couldn't be serious. He wanted to pull this. He wanted to act like I was the one who wanted to keep everything hush and not exclusive Scarlett thought to herself. "I have an idea."

Scarlett knew if they were to get together now was the worst time to do it. With everything going on it couldn't of been worse timing. "You have an idea? Come on Scarlett you have a little bit more than an idea."

"Fine! Okay yes. I know, but Ethan its not like we can do anything right now. Beside you're the one who wanted to keep everything hush and now with everything going on with the murders and my sisters I don't know if its a good ide-" Scarlett's words were cut off when she felt a warm hand wrap around her waist. A felt a pair of soft lips crash onto hers with such need and swiftness. Scar lifted her feet on their tip toes to try to make up some of the hight difference using Ethan's hand on her waist for leverage.

The kiss was warm and soft at first. Scarlett was the first to pull away and as soon as she did she knew she wanted him again. Ethan grabbed her face and pulled her in. This time the kiss was needy but still gentle. It was a new feeling. Scarlett felt like this was different than the other times they've kissed. This was more intimate. Ethan reached down and tapped Scarlett's thigh. She quickly got the message as she jumped. Ethan's arm wrapped around her waist as he turned them and slowly laid Scarlett down on his blue sheets. Scarlett kicked off her brown ankle boots and lifted up Ethan's shirt. Her hands ran down his toned chest for a quick second before leaning back in for a kiss.

Ethan grabbed the ends of Scarlett's baby blue blouse lifting it up over her head to reveal her white bra. Scarlett quickly reached behind her to undo the two clasps. "Fuck." Ethan muttered as he watched Scarlett drop her bra on the floor next to them. He couldn't get enough, each time he saw her body. Scarlett leaned forward into a kiss while her hands worked Ethan's belt. After a moment Scarlett finally got to where she wanted to be and Ethan's jeans and underwear was discarded next to the bed. Ethan's lips were drawn lower towards Scarlett's belly button as he worked the zipper on her jeans. Ethans finger tips sunk into the waist of Scarlett's jeans and underwear. He pealed the remnants off her body, joining the articles on the ground.

He worked his way down to where he was two nights ago however this time he was in his own bed. He had her laid out moaning, pulling on his curls as he continued to eat her out on his own bed. "Ethan!" Scarlett moaned out. Ethan picked up his pace as he watched her body start to shake. Scarlett let out a moan as she felt her release crash over her. Ethan placed a kiss on her inner thigh before bringing himself back up to her. Scarlett crashed her lips onto his "I need you." She moaned in between kisses.

"You have no idea." Ethan whispered leaning on his right forearm. His fingers cupping her cheek as his left guided himself into her. Scarlett moaned as Ethan started going slow. Her hands wrapped behind him as her fingernails ran down his back surely leaving marks behind. They both in this moment didn't care as Ethan started to attack her neck. He pulled away and looked down at her below him as he picked up his pace. Her eye brows furrowed, her lips parted a bit and cheeks rosy. "Fuck. Fuck Scarlett." Ethan muttered. Scarlett brought one of her hands from his back to his curls, rubbing circles into his hair. "Fuck. I love you." The words made Scar's high hit hard as she moaned out. Ethan wasn't that far behind her.

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"Are you okay?" Ethan was the first one to speak up. "Yeah, are you?" Scar took her head off Ethan's chest to look up at him. Ethan reached down to her chin lifting her head up higher and placed an innocent kiss on her lips. "So about what you said."

"Forget I said anything." Ethan looked away from her. "Ethan, look at me." Scar brought her right hand to his cheek to turn his head back to her. This time Scarlett leaned up and the gave him a kiss. "I think I've been in love with you since you gave me the little rubber duck from the stupid arcade." Scarlett confessed. She remembered the day exact and the new feeling that washed over her that day. "Wait, that was before we even hooked up." Ethan's eye brows furrowed. "I know." Scarlett whispered. "So what does this mean?" Ethan asked. "Means that we are going to have to tell our friends now."

"You wanna do it tonight when I get to the apartment?" Ethan asked as he played with Scarlett's disarrayed hair. "Yeah let's just rip the band air off. Mindy is going to be so mad at me." Scar chuckled. "I think she'll get over it." Ethan smiled as he leaned in for another kiss.

"Ethan? You home?" The sound of Chad's voice pulled them away. "Shit." Scar cursed as they both quickly got out of bed. "Yeah be right out!" Ethan shouted as he slid his jeans back on. "Fuck your neck." Ethan nodded at Scarlett's neck. Scarlett put her hand to her neck where she could feel the bruising. She knew as soon as he did it. "It's fine. It's fine, I'll cover it when I get home." Scar quickly put her top back on. "Hey I have to get to Econ but I'll see you later afterwards for dinner there okay?" Ethan pulled Scarlett in for a quick peck as he tried to straighten out her hair. "Yeah sounds good." Scar agreed as Ethan brought his hand to his door knob. Scarlett quickly stopped him. Ethan looked down at her confused. Scarlett brought her hand to his neck and leaned him down to give him a kiss. "I love you." Scarlett whispered. "I love you too." Ethan smiled. Scarlett felt happy knowing she could just do that whenever she wanted now.

Ethan opened his door and walked out. "Chad?" Ethan called out. "Yeah. There you guys are." Chad walked out from the kitchen. "Sorry, bathroom." Scar shot him a small smile. "Uh huh. Well Sam told me you guys were here and I thought we'd start heading over for dinner." Chad explained. "Yeah let me just grab my stuff." Scar headed over to Ethan's room to grab her bag. "I have Econ I need to get to but I'll meet up with you guys after." Ethan looked back and forth at the two. "Text me when you're out." Scar instructed earning a weird look from Chad. "You ready to go?" Chad looked at Scarlett. "Yeah."

The three made their way downstairs and outside "Okay dude we'll see you later." Chad looked over at Ethan. "Will do." Ethan looked over at Scarlett. She wished she could just lean over and give him a kiss now. She knew it was better to wait until they decided when to tell them.

"So what did you guys do?" Chad asked as the two started walking down the street. "Just hung out really. Studied for our film class." Scar shrugged her shoulders. "Ahh and you were in the bathroom, right? When I got home?"

"Yeah why?" Scar asked confused. "Oh no reason. Only I went to the bathroom when I got home and um you weren't there." Scarlett internally froze. "You did..." she trailed off. "Yeah, so you can try to continue this all you want but that hickey on the side of your neck gives you away."

Scarlett bit her lip and started to nod slowly. He got her. Well Ethan got her and now that's what got them caught. "Yeah, thought so." Chad smirked. "Chad it's not what it looks like." Scarlett felt like she was having serious deja vu from yesterday with Quinn. "So you and Ethan aren't sleeping together?"

"Please don't tell Mindy, I don't want to deal with the ever going saga of "You're sleeping with one of the suspects." bullshit sooner than I have to. We were gonna tell you guys tonight." Scar explained. "I mean she's right you know, to a degree. I love that dude like a brother but everyone is on the list. Between you and me though I think he's really actually harmless. Besides he cares about you. I take it you guys together or else you wouldn't be planning on telling us or... " Chad trailed off. "We were just hooking up for the past couple of months. Actually we just started dating today I guess."

"I mean I knew about the hooking up part." Chad confessed. Scarlett's eyes shot straight to him. "Wait? What? You knew?" Scar asked. "I knew it from the morning where we all went to that shitty diner on 23rd. And we all got pancakes. I kinda picked up on it. You both wouldn't stop staring at each other in an obvious I've seen you naked kinda way. Oh then there was that same night were I came back from the gym early and heard you both going at it. Didn't know your voice could get that high" Chad's words brought redness to Scarlett's cheeks. "Dude!" Scar punched him in the shoulder. "What?" Chad laughed. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I thought it was nice that you finally had some type of relationship with someone after Wes. Ethan is a good one. Despite the suspect list he cares about you. I see the way he looks at you." It's been a long time since anyone brought up Wes. He will always have a special place in Scarlett's heart. They were just starting their relationship when everything happened in Woodsboro. However they were best friends since they were six. They all were. "Is it the way you look at my sister?"

"What do you mean by that?" Chad scoffed at her turning the tables. "Oh please, you have been drooling over her since we got here."

"I wouldn't say I've been drooling over her." Chad defended. "Please, you could fill an eight foot swimming pool if you wanted." Scar joked

"Fine I like her. I just don't know what to really do. She's on this whole independence thing she's got going on." Chad admitted. Scarlett knew Tara liked her independence but she knew that she liked Chad too. Chad was a good guy and has been since they were young. She knew he wouldn't burden her with more issue's. She knew he would treat her right and how she should be. "She can still be independent and have someone who loves her and is good for her. Which you are."

"We almost kissed the other night. After we got back from the halloween party." Chad confessed. "Dude why haven't you tried again?" Scar asked "I don't know I just don't want to overstep." Chad explained. "I literally just said you need to go for it. I'm serious she likes you." Scar smiled. "You know you're a good wingman you know that?" Chad

"I'm like one of the dudes. When do I get my penis?" Scar joked. "Based off your neck, looks like you already did." Chad smirked "Shut up." Scar hit his shoulder once again. "Oh wait hold up. I forgot Mindy asked me to stop and get her some tampons. I didn't want her grabbing any by herself. Apparently you guys are out over there." Chad stopped in his tracks at the corner store. "Huh. Last time I checked we had a whole bunch." Scarlett remembered looking in the cabinet at the two boxes full. "Well apparently you don't. Then again that apartment is full of estrogen. We have to hurry though your sisters freaking out. There was another attack. Her therapist."

"Shit." Scarlett cursed but her mind was stuck on the first part of Chad's sentence. Was it really that long ago? Scarlett grabbed her phone out of her pocket as she followed Chad into the store. She opened her period app and that's when she saw it. "Ten days late" the grey circle read. "Oh my God." Scarlett felt herself go into panic mode. She couldn't let herself panic in front of Chad. Scarlett gulped at the pressure in the back of her throat. No, she couldn't be pregnant. Not right now. There is no way, she was on the pill.

Unfortunately she knew that the pill wasn't one hundred percent safe as much as she wanted to rely on it to help her calm down. Hey maybe she wasn't even pregnant. They've been under a lot of stress the past few days, but it hasn't been ten."Hey I can grab them. I know what kind they like. You mind grabbing something to drink to bring to the apartment?" Scar asked. "Yeah." Chad nodded. The last time she was in a corner store she was getting chased down by a killer with a gun, this some how was scarier as she looks at the pregnancy test. Scarlet grabbed the clear blue and the box of tampons a bit further down the aisle.

Scarlett quickly made her way to the check out lady hoping she could check out in time before Chad saw her. The older woman at the check out looked down at the products then back at Scarlett with a confused look. "Well its either one or the other." Scar told her.

The older lady with the name tag labeled "Betty" rang out the two items. After paying quickly Scarlett grabbed the bag with the tampons in it and grabbed the test out to put in her bag. "Here we are." Chad brought over a bottle of wine. "ID please."

Chad grabbed his fake id from his wallet and handed it to the lady. Betty looked at the id then back at Chad. "Sure." She muttered as she scanned the bottle. "Good luck." Betty told the two as she finished bagging up the bottle. "Huh?" Chad asked confused.

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"We arrive with party favors." Chad raised the bottle of wine as he closed the door behind him. "And tampons." Scar handed the bag off to Mindy. "Thank you. I will take these." Mindy got up from her spot on the couch and headed to the bathroom. "And I bring this." Chad took the bottle of wine out of the brown paper bag. "You didn't have to." Chad handed the bottle to Sam."Scar's idea."

"Thank you. Food will be done soon hopefully. We just started." Sam headed back into the kitchen. "You guys need help?" Chad asked. "Yeah actually that would be great." Tara smiled as he followed her into the kitchen.

"Where's Ethan?" Anika asked as she sat down on the couch. "He's at Econ. He'll be over right after." Scar explained. "Is he going to be okay by himself?" Anika asked. "I told him to text us as soon as he leaves."

"Much better." Mindy sighed as she came out of the bathroom. "Great cause I need to pee." Scar smiled. "All yours." Mindy moved aside as Scarlett headed in. She closed the door behind her and locked it along with Quinn's connecting door. "Okay." Scarlett muttered as she grabbed the box out of her bag. She quickly grabbed the stick out of the box shopping the instructions. It was pretty simple, pee on the damn stick Scarlett thought to herself. After she was finished she went to put a timer on her phone but there was no need. She looked down at the stick as two dark blue lines appeared. "Oh my God.”

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

BILLY QUINN is the type of guy to tease you with the prospect of a kiss. He’d incline into your direction, let you get comfortable, let you expect to feel his lips on yours. Your eyes fall closed, you pucker, you lean into him, only to be rudely awakened by his pause. He offers them to you, yet when you chase he backs up just out of your reach. Like a game, he toys with you, baiting you right into frustration. There’s a curl to his countenance, a hint of a malicious smile as you make a fool of yourself for him, pinching your brows together. His large hand nestles comfortably against the column of your neck, slotting as if it was made to choked. He lures you in, only to refuse you at the last second, and eye you like you’ve been caught thinking it’d be that easy for you. He won’t let you any nearer than a millimeter from his pink tissue, ripe and plump to be molded against yours. You want it worse than before simply because he won’t allow you to have it.

“S’wrong, baby? You want somethin’?” he taunts, his row of pearly teeth peeking through his parted lips. Lips you wish were yours already. You’re too involved in yourself, and you manage a subtle nod, and a confirming squeak. “Speak up, huh? Use those words.” His callused thumb strokes your jaw, you can feel every detail of the rough texture of his guitar-playing hands against your skin.

“Kiss me.” you whine, your palms patting the sides of your thighs in a mini-tantrum. Your sweet features twist in want. “Please?”

“Pretty girl.” he tsks. The anticipation works you up so much that a mere brush of his lips against yours has a heat pool between your legs. Effortless, you condemn yourself, easy. That’s what he must think of you. “Always wants what she can’t have.”

[quinnophile]

Hi all, I'm wanting to work on my writing so I am open to oneshot requests! I'm happy to write about any character to do with Joseph Quinn, Fred Hechinger or Stranger Things, although if you have a specific character/person in mind that I know of i would definitely consider it! (I am obsessed with a lot of people, be my guest)

[nicklesbam]

Hey I really love your scream fics! Could I request Sam x fem reader where they had been dating for awhile set within the scream 6 ending but it is Reader not Tara who hangs over the balcony and Sam has to wrestle with her feelings before letting her go

that sounds amazing oml. I can definitely try. btw I couldn't find any gifs of that scene

Sam and y/n raced up the ladder to get away from the three Ghostface killers. They carefully walked along the edge until y/n heard a gunshot aimed towards her. Y/n quickly fell and held onto the edge the best she could with blood on her hands but couldn't keep a grip, right before she fell Sam grabbed onto her hand

Sam felt her heart pounding in her chest

"I can't! I can't hold on!" Y/n shouted terrified. Sam tried to soothe her

"It's okay" just then ethan jumped in the air aiming his knife towards y/n. Y/n shrieked

"No!" Sam screamed, scared of losing her girlfriend. Ethan kept swinging his knife up in the air

"I've always wanted to stick something in you y/n!" He shouted. Y/n was disgusted by the comment

"Fuck you!" She shouted

"Fuck you!" He screamed full of rage

Sam was holding on for dear life to the girl but she kept slipping. Just then Sam turned to see quinn had made her way upstairs. She looked down at y/n worriedly, y/n saw Quinn and turned to her girlfriend fast

"You guys are so fucked now!" Y/n just wanted to shut him up. Sam looked towards the gun on the floor

"Sam" y/n called. Quinn started coming closer and Sam was struggling to hold onto her girlfriend

"Sam?" Sam turned towards y/n

"Let me go" y/n spoke confidently. Sam immediately responded

"No!" She held her grip tighter as y/n let one of her hands fall

"Yeah let her go Sam! Come on!" Ethan spoke

"Shut the fuck up ethan! God were you this annoying the whole time?" Y/n turned her head and shouted at the boy

"I'll fucking kill you!" Y/n had made him mad again

"I'll kill you virgin piece of shit!" Y/n screamed full of rage then turned back to sam

Quinn got even closer to Sam while ethan tried to stab at y/n from below again

"Trust me" y/n looked at Sam, her face practically begging, "you have to let me go." She spoke

Sam grabbed her dad's knife and handed it to y/n. Y/n grabbed the knife and said one last thing

"Kill that motherfucker" Sam nodded and let go of y/n's arm

Y/n landed on top of ethan. Ethan stabbed her in the stomach and twisted the knife

"Gotcha!" Ethan shouted like an excited little kid who just caught someone during hide and seek. Y/n had enough. She grabbed the knife Sam had given her and plunged it into ethans mouth

Quinn looked down in horror as ethan was choking on his own blood. Sam smirked as y/n twisted the knife, making ethans eyes go wide

"Now you can shut the fuck up" y/n whispered to him before yanking the knife back out. His blood splattered all over y/n as she started sobbing, at least now he can't terrorize her and her friends

"Looks like you're down another brother" Sam spoke in a condescending voice to Quinn, y/n chuckled after hearing that. Quinn started screaming and charging at Sam until Sam shot her right through the head

Bailey stood horrified at the scene of his daughter

"And you're down another child" y/n spoke to Bailey from the first floor

[localemofreak]

Tell Your Baby, That I’m Your Baby.

(Billy Knight x Fem!Reader)

Based on the song:

I Bet On Losing Dogs - Mitski

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‼️Warnings‼️: use of y/n, slight angst which turns to comfort, Billy have a breakdown, etc. (if I forgot anything please tell me!)

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It had happened again.

Billy had another episode, and you weren't around when he had it.

You had been trying to take care of Billy, ever since his previous actions you have tried to be there for him but it's been pretty hard when since he was one to distance himself from what seemed like everyone except for his brother Jimmy.

Right now you we're searching the streets in a panic after coming back to an empty apartment and the shattered glass of a random cup in the middle of the apartment, knowing he definitely dropped it when he started having his little episode.

As well as the news playing on the tv, it probably being the reason it triggered the episode for Billy.

You looked everywhere you think he would be.

Finally, you got to the last place you could check- the small apartment Jimmy would hide him in.

You thought the first place he would go to was his brother since you weren't with him.

You managed to break through the door of the apartment, seeing it looking 'empty' but you knew it wasn't.

"Billy! Billy!! It's y/n!" You called out as you started desperately running around, searching random rooms.

Finally, you got to this one room and tried to swing it open, only seeing it was locked.

You could hear the small whimper of somebody inside the room, knowing it was Billy.

"Billy sweetheart.. it's y/n let me in please.." you whispered through the door as you tried to shake the doorknob.

You heard more whimpering and shuffling in the room before finally, Billy said something.

"Go away please.." he whimpered out as you could hear him hiding himself, probably curled up in the corner.

"Alright Billy, you left me no choice-" you said before finally you managed to kick a hole through the door, digging through it before finally crawling through.

You wiped off any debris from the door off of your outfit before your eyes glanced around, finally landing on Billy who was curled up on the bed in the corner of the room, his brown doe eyes watery and looking at you.

"There you are, I was looking all over for you. Come on let's head-" you started to stay as you took a step forward before getting cut off, Billy tossing his arms in front of him to block you.

"Don't come near me!- please.." he called out, a tear falling down his cheek as you stared at him, slightly in shock since he's never really yelled at you, or turned you away during one of his episodes.

"Billy, baby... I'm here to help you.." you whispered as you slowly started moving towards him, your hands up slightly as you crouched down to his level.

His hands slowly moved down as he stared at you, a soft scared look in his eyes.

"Tell me what happened... please?.." you whispered as he gave a small sniffle and violently rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, a thing he did whenever he felt upset or nervous about something.

"I-I don't know!- I don't know.. what happened..." Billy said as he rubbed his nose harshly once again, his body slightly shaking while he brought his gaze down.

You decided to gently and slowly take his hand in yours, hoping that would help him focus on telling you what happened

. "I-I.. I saw something.. on the telly- about a girl.. she was missing, and- and I-I... I guess, it made me remember-" he said before cutting himself off with a small whimper as you let out a small sigh and gave a sympathetic look.

"Baby.. it's okay you don't have to say anymore-" you whispered before he nodded and you just pulled him into your arms, causing him to cling onto you while sobbing into your shoulder.

"Did you take your meds today?.." you whispered and Billy hesitated for a second before lightly shaking his head, his face still against the crook of your neck.

"I-I forgot.. I'm sorry-" he muttered quietly before you cut him off with a small kiss on the side of his head.

"it's alright- don't be sorry.. just please, remember next time.. I don't want this happening again.." you whispered as he quickly nodded his head in response.

You both just sat there for a while, holding each other in each other's arms before finally you managed to get him up and bring him back to the apartment, deciding to just try and relax for the rest of the day with him.

[exilynn]

Just Echoes Nocteris MOODBOARD

wayne munson

antonella floyd(adoptive sister)

Munsons parent's

ale, al and néa

This fic is my babyy

[e-m-christina]

Requesting Info - 2025 Update

Hi friends, here is my updated list of who and what I will write for! I'll add more fandoms when I have more time! Please feel free to send in requests or message me, I love making friends!

I will write anything from fluff, smut and drabbles to a long slowburn! So don't hold back!

MASTERLIST

STRANGER THINGS: Eddie Munson (+ any Joseph Quinn Character - Geta I'm looking at you!) Billy Hargrove Steve Harrington Robin Buckley Nancy Wheeler

WALKING DEAD Daryl Dixon Negan Smith Rick Grimes

LORDS OF CHAOS Euronymous (or any Rory Culkin character)

SCREAM Charlie Walker

[eatmeeraw]

i turned on anon asks, so you can make anon reqs :) i really don’t have a lot of ideas rn and i’d like some help, at least about the characters i can write about

[greedystevie]

WARM ME UP

not as it seems part two

college!steve x college!fem oc

summary: you and steve are doing homework but you cant seem to concentrate

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) cock warming

word count: 1k

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

authors note: okay this is actually a little bit of a novel i've been working on but i named one of the main character's steve so now i just keep thinking about steve harrington whenever i write for it so this is not a y/n insert but i don't describe the fem!main character in any specific way so go and imagine yourself :) but also don't be surprised if this disappears in the future

Thomasina was impatiently waiting for Steve to be done with his essay. She herself had given up on working for the night when she heard the string of curses drip from his mouth. It had turned her on so feverishly that now she was pacing around the perimeter of the living room. She was actually slightly surprised that he hadn’t popped his head up to wonder what she was doing, but he was so focused at the island in the kitchen why should he.

The glow of his laptop, the buzzing from the red bull through her veins. It was becoming too much. She needed him. She needed him now. Chewing on the inside of her lip Thomasina silently moved towards him. Swaying back and forth when she didn’t dare come any closer. Legs stiff as boards, trying not to rub them together and feed the temptation without him. Reaching out to touch his shoulder, hand hovering over it for a few seconds before crash landing on its surface.

Jumping up startled Steve pulled out his earphones, big eyes staring into her needy ones. “What is it?” He asked, concerned. Hand coming to wrap around her thigh. Sending shivers through her body.

“I really need you baby,” she dragged out. Biting her bottom lip.

Steve knew she was serious because she never calls him baby- ever. “You can’t wait?”

Thomasina shook her head no.

“Shit Tom cat,” he sighed heavily. “I’m in the final stretch,” Thomasina mewed when he said those words. “Really? You’re that horny?” She nodded in return. “Fuck. Come here.”

Steve pulled Thomasina by the hip to between his legs. Gently he brushed his hand across the front of her thigh towards her pussy, before his fingers even reached it he could feel how wet her underwear had become. “Oh baby,” he whined. “You really need me.”

Thomasina hummed as her body started to vibrate from his touch. “Whoa calm down baby,” Steve chuckled. Removing his hand from her sensitivity. She pouted, yearning for his return. “Be patient my love.”

“I’m trying,” Thomasina whined.

“Well try harder,” he said, getting off the barstool. Pulling down his sweatpants and boxer briefs in one go. Sitting back on the stool he motioned for Thomasina to come closer. “You ready Tom cat?”

“For what?”

“You ready to be taken care of?” He said through a few breathy gasps as he pumped himself enough to get hard.

“Always.”

Steve took action, taking her clothing away from her hips and down to her ankles. She stepped through the holes in her garments ready for whatever surprise he had in store for her. “Alright babygirl come here,” Steve picked her up off of the floor. Hovering over his semi-hard member he set her down on top of him. Sliding into her perfectly like a puzzle piece.

Before she had the chance to react Steve brought his warm finger to her mouth, “are you going to be a good girl and wait until I am done?”

“Yes sir,” Thomasina nodded softly into his hand. Leaning into his chest as she wrapped his arms around him for balance.

Pulling his laptop towards him Steve feverishly worked to finish while Thomasina was cooing into his ear. Every once in a while he would bring a hand up, rubbing along her spine. It drove her absolutely crazy. Vaginal walls pulsating around his cock causing him to moan loudly. “Shit,” Thomasina whispered in his ear. Breathing heavily, “I’m sorry baby.”

“No babes, it’s my fault for torturing both of us. I should’ve known how you would react,” he breathed in sharply. Tapping at the keys on the laptop one more time before closing it for the night.

When she heard the snap of the laptop close Thomasina moved to look at Steve’s face. “Did you finish?”

“No.”

“Am I that distracting?” Thomasina pouted.

“Yup,” Steve nodded. Digging the pads of his fingers into the sides of her hips so hard he left his fingerprints indented in her skin. Lifting her off of him and gently setting her back on the floor. Getting out of the seat, leaving his pants under its legs. Grabbing Thomasina’s hand dragging her to the bedroom.

Ripping open the drawer to the bedside table picking out a condom. Opening it, rolling the rubber onto his erection and sitting down on the plushy mattress. Patting his lap ready for Thomasina to ride him once more.

Sliding her knees onto the mattress, one on either side of his legs. Steve massaged his cock back into the comfortable blanket that was Thomasina’s pussy, still warm from his last visit. “Oh fuck,” he moaned into her ear when she started to grind her hips against him. “You are going to kill me one of these days.”

“Only if you don’t kill me first,” she whispered into his neck. Letting the sensation of pleasure completely overtake her senses.

Humping his lap harder, faster nails digging into his back. Voice growing ever higher pitched with every new sound that erupts from her lungs. Steve repaid the sentiment by tightening his grip on her hips. Guiding her the way he wanted her, not that she always took direction.

“Stevie,” Thomasina panted.

“Yeah baby?”

“Stevie,” she surprised him by pushing him back onto the bed. Practically screaming as she took her new freedom to bounce faster on top of him.

“Woah Tom cat,” Steve found his grip on her hips again. “Don’t have too much fun without me,” he chuckled. Finding a more comfortable position for the both of them.

“Pussy,” she smacked his chest lightly. “You could’ve finished with your ass hanging off the bed. You could’ve finished if we fell onto the floor. I know you, nothing could ever possibly stop you,” she smirked down at him.

“Ugh,” he moaned loudly. “You are such a dirty girl, I love it.” He moved his hand up Thomasina’s torso, sending shivers up and down her spine. Rubbing circles at her sides that made her weak in the knees.

“You bitch,” she breathed. Vagina pulsating around his cock, ready to cum all over it. “I’m gonna-“

“Me too baby.”