#bottom left!!!!!! he looks so bitchy

[arainesque]

im tired have these georges

i just realised in the first pic i chose hes wearing the shirt in ur pfp Omg. the references...ok ill leave for real now Goodbye and goodnight

i'm going to COMBUST. greatest set of georges i've ever seen. (he looks ANGELIC. what the fuck happened during conception to make his skin look so smooth.)

thank you for blessing my inbox, i appreciate it A LOT. (i fell asleep so here's my belated goodnight and present hope u had a good day! as u deserve!) xxxxx

[911lonestar911imagines]

Clever boy - Eddie Diaz smut

Summary: after weeks of tricking you into thinking he’s a bottom, Eddie pulls the ultimate switch engaging in a very sexy game of sex.

Warnings: mommy kink, daddy kink, bottom! Eddie, top! Eddie

Eddie was a smart man, clever in fact, He had been seeing y/n for weeks, and it's been the most fun he's had. After having a long talk with his best friend about his quickly drying up sex life, he went out and found someone to spice it up, and that's exactly what you did.

For weeks, he had put up with being submissive with you, letting you think you had full control of his body, but that was the fun part, he was gonna flip your entire world around tonight. You had both talked about it previously, what would happen if he ever decided he was taking control, you had no issue, telling him it was at his own pace, but you'll miss his submissive side.

As you walked into your boyfriend's apartment, you couldn't help but to feel like you were being watched. Shuttering as you walked down the hall you sighed "Eddie! This isn't funny! Your text said it was an emergency!" You shouted "I swear you're gonna regret this, Edmundo" You sneered, looking into his bedroom, and yet, nobody. As you went to turn around to search the living room again, you were met with a torso dressed in a nice blue suit, you could tell just by the fabric it was expensive. You gasped taking a step back to run, but a hand grabbed you tightly, pulling you flush against his chest, looking up you were met with Eddie's coy smirk. "Relax. I've got you, princesa" He whispered "I think we need to have a little chat" He whispered, almost like you were in trouble. "Edmundo, I left work for this, you're so gonna re-" He cut you off with a harsh glare "Hush" He demanded walking you backwards to a chair in the corner of his bedroom. You let out a breath of air as you felt yourself fall into the seat, looking up at Eddie, fully taking in how hot he was.

"I've let you prance around, letting you think your in charge..but papi's getting a little bored of it" Eddie whispered, leaning down grabbing the armrests, meeting you at eye level. "Eddie" You warned, resting your hands on his about to stand up, but he quickly rotated his wrists, trapping your hands "Not uh, stay." He demanded, his tone deep, almost unrecognizable. "What're you doing?" You asked, slowly growing more irritated as he spoke "I like to play with my food, y/n" He whispered in your ear before biting your neck gently "But this is my game, and it's time, we're both on the same page" He continued, kneeling on the ground slowly, not breaking eye contact with you "Don't get me wrong princesa, I love watching you tell me what to do, its adorable, but now I need you" He grunted pulling off your leggings with ease, running his hands up and down your thighs slowly.

"Yes sir" You said jokingly, rolling your eyes, Eddie was quick to grab your jaw roughly "Keep up the attitude, brat. Now. Again without the bitchiness" He spat, you shifted in your seat, now feeling extremely nervous under his gaze. "Yes sir" Your voice was barely above a whisper, you could feel his deep breaths against your inner thigh, looking down you moaned under your breath, Eddie's head was placed perfectly between your thighs, his eyes never taking their gaze off of your face. "buena nina" Eddie praised, you gulped, watching his hand creep up your thigh towards your underwear. "E-Eddie" You whined, he grunted, swatting your ass swiftly "Sir?.." You questioned, he responded by raising his gaze back to you, you were trying desperately to find the words "Speak, mami" He whispered, kissing your inner thigh softly, god damnit this man is gonna kill you. You licked your lips, your mouth suddenly dry, your heart was racing with excitement. Eddie gently took your wrist into his palm, pressing his fingertips against your artery to find your pulse "Hey, you're okay, princesa, relax" He whispered kissing your palm gently "I've got you" Eddie added on before pulling you up and towards the bed "I want you, sir" You finally mustered out, the smirk on his face returned, and so did the dark look in his eyes.

"All you had to do was ask, mami" Eddie whispered before pulling off his shirt, you grunted grabbing his belt undoing it yourself, you could see how hard Eddie was breathing once his shirt was off. Before Eddie could do anything else he rolled onto his side "W-Wha..-" You whimpered, Eddie chuckled "I wanna see you be mami again" He smirked, he knew exactly what he was doing, and my lord was Buck right, this is totally spicing things up. "Very funny" You said, trying to keep your voice level, but failing miserably. It was almost crazy how Eddie managed to switch, his gaze changing to look at you with full submission and admiration. "Please, mami, please" He begged, letting his head fall into the pillows, you took in a shaky breath, the knot in your stomach was so tight you felt like you could puke. "More" You demanded quietly, ghosting your hand over his cock that was pressed against his slacks so much you could start to see outlines. "I can't hear you, mami! please touch me anywhere" He begged, his back arching as he tried to grind against your hand, you felt a wave of confidence rush over you, pressing your hand down, watching as he bit his lip fighting back a moan "Yes! fuck!" He grunted as you straddled him, leaning down ghosting your lips over his, right as you felt like you started to get control, Eddie quickly flipped you over "My turn, mami" He whispered in your ear, pinning your hands above your head, you leaned further back on the bed, your underwear was soaked, you could feel it between your legs as you squeezed your legs together "Naughty girl" He whispered using his other hand to open your legs, using his leg to keep them open "I'm s-sorry, you're just so fucking hot, and not doing anything" You whined, grinding against nothing trying to find any type of friction. Eddie smirked pressing his thigh against your pussy, making you gasp, digging your nails into the side of his hand.

"What, princesa? What do you want from me?" He teased, tracing his fingertips over your clit, even with a thong on, you could still feel everything. "Fuck me, Eddie, please" You begged, Eddie was about to cum right there, since you two had gotten together he had never heard you beg, especially not for him. "Fuck..." He whispered, you watched as Eddie looked down towards his slacks then slowly working his gaze up your body. "Please, sir, please fuck me, Eddie, I need you, please" You whined, arching your back desperate to feel his skin against yours. Your boyfriend dropped his hold on your hands, ripping his own slacks off as he kissed you deeply, you kissed back happily. You felt his tongue slowly find it's way into your mouth, his hands busy with other things, you gasped as you felt him push into you slowly.

"Such a slut for me" You heard him grunt, you bit your lip watching him lean up, running a hand through his hair as he bottomed out inside of you, taking your opportunity you ran your nails down his chest, leaving faint red lines. He grunted thrusting his hips taking you by surprise "Oh my god" You panted trying to lean up to kiss him, but Eddie pressed a hand onto your chest forcing you back onto the bed. He took your hips in his hands flipping you both again "We're gonna play a game, got that, princesa?" He asked, you met his gaze finally as he lifted your chin with his finger "Yes sir.." You whispered, biting your lip, desperate for him to do anything, you felt like you were going to die if you didn't cum soon.

"We're gonna switch..to see who cums faster" He whispered "Just to see who's a better dominate" He added on, you nodded faintly, Eddie looking towards you, grasping any sense of reality you had, you started grinding your hips against his. You could feel his legs tense, his fists grabbing at the sheets "What, baby? Is this too much?.." You teased, running your hands up and down his chest "N-No no please don't stop, don't stop" He whined, you grabbed the base of his neck, making eye contact with him "Don't worry, mami will make it feel better" You teased further, as you started moving your hips faster, Eddie moaned loudly, bucking his hips up meeting your grinds. You stopped immediately, squeezing his neck just enough to cause his cock to twitch inside of you “did you ask to fuck me?” You growled, Eddie smirked flipping you, reversing the roles as he know held your neck “I don’t need permission to fuck mi amor whenever my cock is buried inside of her” he growled, bucking his hips harshly, you whined covering your mouth much to Eddie’s disliking “did I say be quiet? Papi wants to hear you” he whispered biting your collarbone lightly as he slammed his cock further inside of you “Eddie!” You screamed out arching your back “buena nina” he growled not slowing his pace “fuck Eddie!-“ you moaned “say it.” Eddie demanded squeezing your neck roughly “f-fuck! Only you can fuck me like this!” You moaned, feeling yourself near that edge before Eddie flipped you again. My lord you wanted to smack him, why couldn’t he just let you cum?

“You fucking brat” you growled “I was so fucking close” you added on grinding against him, watching him lick his lips as an idea sprung into your head. Pulling yourself off of him, his face fell in pure sorrow “w-what? Baby p-please!” He begged thinking you were ending the game, maybe he went to far, he never should’ve done this, as his chest started to tighten he felt your hand cup his cheek. “You’re okay..you’re gonna help mami” you whispered grabbing his hair, repositioning his hand, almost as soon as it came out of your mouth, Eddie visibly calmed down with his anxiety, holding your thighs to hold you steady. “Ready?..” you whispered “you don’t stop till I say.” You said before grabbing his chin “only outside. I’m not losing” you challenged, Eddie whined loudly, leaning his head up before you pulled his hair pushing it back down on the bed. “Stop it” you growled smacking his cheek gently before lowering yourself onto his mouth. His tongue attacked you like he was starving, licking up any wetness that had made its way out of your pussy, you could feel his tongue going over your clit as you grinded against it.

“Just like that baby!” You moaned arching your back, you could feel his nails digging into your skin before feeling his tongue push inside of you, you immediately curled in pleasure, tightening your grip on his hair as he flicked his tongue inside of you. “Ooh” you moaned loudly as you attempted to lift your hips off of his face but he held you down, as his eyes flipped towards your gaze you could see the darkness cloud back in and immediately you knew you were fucked, literally.

His tongue moved a lot faster, at a speed that even shocked you as his head bobbed slightly as he continued to eat you out “oh fuck! Fuck papi! Fuck!” You whined your voice going higher as you grinded against his face, his grip tightened on your legs, flipping you onto your back as he threw your legs over his shoulders. You whined trying to pull yourself off of him, his speed being way too much combined with your sensitivity “I-i can’t-“ you whimpered, Eddie pulled his mouth away from you, a dangerous glare on his face “you can take it. You’re my buena nina, you can take it. I wanna taste you, I want to see my slut make a complete mess” he growled before pulling your hips back down to continue his abuse on your pussy.

“Eddie!” You cried out, feeling his tongue flatten against your clit, along with three fingers pushing their way inside of you “fuck papi!” You cried out digging your nails into his shoulders “my little fucking slut” he spat curling his fingers, you whined, Eddie grunted pulling his fingers out before replacing it with his tongue again, taking your breath away.

“Cum for me princesa” he whispered, you clenched your teeth shaking your head “no?..we’ll see about that” he whispered against your thigh. “Papi got a present” he smirked reaching up towards his night stand pulling out a small pink device. Pressing a button the small object buzzed to life making you whine loudly, your legs visibly shaking with anticipation. “You want this, slut?” He asked, leaning in front of your pussy making you whimper nodding your head rapidly “want you to make me cum, please papi” you whimpered spreading your legs wider, almost like an invitation.

You almost screamed as he pressed the vibrator on your clit full power, shoving his tongue back inside of you, returning to his job of eating your pussy out. You bucked your hips quickly against Eddie’s face, almost ripping a hole in the sheets from how tight you were squeezing them. You could see Eddie grinding his hips into the mattress, that was almost enough to make you cum. You gasped, the knot in your stomach exploding out of nowhere against Eddie’s mouth, his tongue licking everything your body offered. You slowly pushed him onto his back, leaning forward to slip him into your mouth, letting his cock slip down your throat as you swallowed around him.

Eddie smirked moving your leg to the other side of his head pushing the vibrator inside of your pussy turning it on. The sensation took you by surprise, making you choke slightly around him, he groaned bucking his hip, using his other hand to guide your head pushing your head down repeatedly, making sure you didn’t gag too much. “Fuck yea baby, just like that. Take my cock, you’re so fucking good at it” he growled moving the vibrator in and out of you, you could feel the knot quickly forming again as you pressed back against it, swallowing around him again.

Eddie growled bucking his hips up, bottoming out down your throat, you swallowed around him making him tense, trying to shove his cock deeper inside of your throat if possible, he pushed the vibrator as deep as it would go inside of you. You moaned around him feeling his cum shoot down your throat, the feeling itself made you cum again, this time squirting on the toy and a little on his hand and mouth. “Fuck yes. Every night. From now on” you panted slowly falling onto your back next to him “deal” he panted

[dollfaceksj]

still don’t know my name | jjk (m) pt. 3

➥ banner by: @/archivedkookie.

➥ PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader

➥ GENRE: smut ⋆ cybersex ⋆ enemies

➥ SUMMARY: In which your annoying neighbor—that you can’t stand—turns out to be the person behind the online account you’ve been sexting. You still don’t know his name.

➥ CATEGORY: mini three-shot

➥ WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, spanking, spitting, facefucking, brat taming, face slapping, overstimulation, unprotected sex (THIS IS REALLY DUMB DONT DO IT), creampie, degradation, praise, name calling (slut/bitch 😵‍💫 first time a man calls a woman a bitch in my fics but i felt like it fit in this IDK?) choking, kissing (kind of … pining???!!??) oral sex (m & f rec.), minors DNI

➥ WORDCOUNT: 8.6k

a/n: the finale is here😘😘 sorry it took so long! i hope u enjoy nonetheless 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

make sure to check out eli’s version too!

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#3 — “game on” [finale]

There he is, obstructing your view completely.

Considering his raw beauty, one might argue that he is the view.

Arms outstretched above his head, hands resting against the doorframe as he looks down at you. With his arms raised like this, you can smell his deodorant. He smells quite nice.

Looks like he’s caging you. Keeping you trapped. Like the villain in a video game with outstanding graphics. You understand people who have a crush on animated characters because he looks ethereal.

The teasing glint in his eyes matches the mischievous one in yours. Like a dance battle that’s been going on for ages and you’re getting closer and closer to the finale. You can basically taste it.

It’s quiet for a few moments aside from your synced breathing. Neither of you seem to be willing to speak.

That is, until you realize that it’s ass o’clock and time isn’t exactly on your side. The decision to break the ice follows you swiftly. “Do you really have no respect for your fellow tenants?”

Acting like you don’t know why he’s here is the only way you can deal with the pounding muscular organ in your chest. It’s pumping blood to the rest of your body at immense speed, heating up your entire body in the process.

But you asked for this. You asked what the hell he was waiting for.

And it’s clear he was waiting on you.

He tilts his head to the side. Stifles a smirk. Raises an eyebrow. Shrugs his shoulders. He looks so smug. You want to punch him.

He clears his throat and looks around the corridor nonchalantly before he decides to give you an answer. “I have a lot of respect for my fellow tenants, actually. I just don’t see you as one.”

Your eyes pingpong between his from left to right, mesmerized by the big black tapioca pearls above his flushed cheeks that are intently staring you down.

“What do you see me as, then?” you ask, quietly yet as bitchy as you can. Arms crossed over your chest. Impatiently tapping your foot against the floor which creates a ticking sound, much like a clock.

Like he’s losing time and once the clock goes off, it’s game over. So much for a Gameboy.

His tongue peeks out from the corner of his mouth and swipes along his bottom lip, toying with his glistening lip rings for a moment.

If that was an attempt to get you to stare at his lips, he succeeded. Weak!

Staring at his lips throws you into a trance and you really wonder what it would be like to have those pressing down on yours. Shut you up. Make you melt into him.

“Granny. Annoying. Loud-mouth. Obnoxious. Rude,” he lists. Your eyes squint at him but before you can even respond, he cuts you off. “Spoiled brat that needs to be put in her place.”

Never mind.

You want to kill him.

You bring your shoulders up in an unbothered shrug. “Bet you won’t.”

Your witty words make him stare at you for a moment longer before he drops his head and humorlessly chuckles, shaking it in disbelief and bouncing his shoulders at that which he finds humorous.

You know he likes it, though.

He raises his head again. Stares at you. Drops his eyes to your pretty lips. Trails your lipline. Lets his gaze linger on your cupid’s bow. Shifts his eyes back to your feigned innocent eyes.

The simple act of his eyes never leaving you has your body heating up. As if lava is pumping through your veins. As if his body is pressed up right against yours. As if every small move you make is equal to putting a handful of sand in your mouth whilst you’re standing underneath the scorching hot sahara desert sun.

“Are you challenging me?” he asks, voice low as if he’s worried other people will hear him.

Ah.

There it is.

The first between you two to acknowledge what’s really going on.

You figured it’d be him anyway.

Now it’s your turn to acknowledge it.

“Not a challenge,” you answer with a slight shake to your head. “An invitation,” you clarify, mischievous eyes still glued to his figure. Consent comes first, after all.

The staring competition lasts just a little while longer. He then straightens his back and drops his hands from the frame of your door. Wastes no time stepping into your apartment. Shuts the door behind him with his foot.

Or at least that’s what you think because the speed in which he lunges at you makes you unsure of anything happening right now.

The momentum of his lunge at you knocks you back but he’s not letting you get away that easily.

One of his hands rests on the back of your head as his lips press down on yours like two magnets finding solace with each other. Your own hand slithers up his chest, nails digging into his shoulder. Some in the fabric of his shirt, some in his burning skin.

No matter how cool he plays it, he’s burning up much like you are.

He keeps walking, backing you further into your apartment until you’re pressed up against a wall. Trapped. Caged.

His tattooed fingers drape around your neck, pulling you closer to his body, closing the gap. Squeezes your throat like he’s afraid you’re going to somehow vanish into thin air.

He presses his lips down on yours even harder. Rougher. Uses his other hand to squeeze your hip. Grunts against your mouth.

Your other hand travels up his body to his bicep. Rests there. Squeezes. His arm is rock hard.

His lips parting makes you copy him, welcoming his tongue into your mouth. His wet muscle massages against yours, rough and needy. He tastes like mint. Must be his toothpaste.

He slowly starts pushing you towards your room and you assume he knows where it is because it’s the same layout as his apartment.

He pushes you until your calves hit the side of your bed. Makes you fall down. You grip his shirt to pull him down with you. He’s on top of you in no time.

He kisses you like he’s got somewhere to be. Pulls his tongue back just to mumble something. You don’t quite understand.

“Hm?” you hum, encouraging him to repeat himself.

He pulls back. “Safeword,” he mumbles again before pecking your lips once more, eyes glued to your mouth.

You stare at him as he pecks your lips continuously, your eyes so big and doe-like. “Uh…” You’re not sure what kind of a safeword would work. Your mind is blank.

He whispers, “Just say something. Anything.”

Anything?

“Butterfly.”

Butterfly? Really? Couldn’t come up with anything else?

“Butterfly?” he echoes.

“Butterfly,” you repeat.

He nods in confirmation and travels his hand down to your hip, dangerously close to the curve of your ass as he presses his lips against yours again in a hungry kiss.

All he needs is a little push.

You give him the little push.

Your hand reaches for your hip, shoving his palm further down your back until it’s resting on your ass.

You pull back from the kiss this time. “You wanna know my safeword but you still don’t know my name.”

He pinches his brows together. Stares at your lips. Looks like he wants to do nothing more than kiss you for years on end.

He brings his shoulders up in a nonchalant shrug. “I like calling you Angel.”

Ah.

Your own eyes drop down to his lips, black pupils trailing his wide cupid’s bow that’s begging to be kissed. “Thought it didn’t make any sense to you.” Your eyes shoot back up to look him dead in the eye. “You know, because I’m far from being angelic?”

He stares at you for a few seconds. Maybe half a minute. Intense eyes pingpong-ing back and forth between your own as if the answers to what goes on in your brain is written in them.

He slowly starts to nod his head. Scrunches up his nose for a split second before he tears his eyes away from you to stare at the wall in your room, at nothing in particular. It’s only then that you notice that he’s been closing the gap between your bodies and you’re only noticing due to the body heat radiating off of him.

He turns his head back to face you but avoids your eyes. Instead he tilts his head down, presses his lips against your neck in a soft kiss. He licks. Nips. Sucks. “Hm. I quite like contradictions, though,” whispers Gameboy.

You’re not sure what he means by it.

“Contradictions?” you echo as you tilt your head to the side, granting him more access to any skin he desires. You try to keep yourself from moaning but to no avail, so your new goal is to not be embarrassed by your heavy breathing and quiet moaning.

“Hm,” he hums in confirmation. All it does is send a shiver down your spine and makes your thighs clench. “You’re my favorite contradiction. Wanna give you nothing yet everything at the same time.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes dramatically, in hopes that he won’t be able to tell how that confession made your heart drum out of control in your chest. You can’t stand how he always knows what to say to get a reaction out of you.

You inquire, “What’s that even supposed to mean?”

“It means,” he abruptly pauses as he pushes himself off you, resting his ass on his heels. His hands wrap around the back of your knees, adding strength to push them all the way to your chest. Has you almost folded up into a human pretzel.

“Hey, I have joints!” You try to sound angry but you’re barely fighting back. Way to stand your ground.

“It means that I want to fuck the shit out of you but I also don’t want to give you the satisfaction.” He angles his hips in a way that makes his pelvis grind right into yours. It’s hard to ignore the rock hard boner rubbing against your sex and you’ve never hated wearing clothes more than you do at this moment.

“Like so.” He begins to thrust his hips into yours, eyes glued to the way the bulge in his sweatpants rocks against the seam of your leggings that’s located right on top of your pussy.

He starts dry humping you, brows furrowed in concentration. Sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. Finally looks into your eyes. “The only thing a slut like you deserves.”

Oh.

“Don’t you agree?” he whispers, eyes shifting up to yours—finally. Bottom lip still trapped between his teeth and cheeks tinted crimson.

He looks unreal. Ethereal.

A soft moan bubbles up the back of your throat at the sensation and it escapes your mouth before you can catch it.

But his words don’t slip your mind.

You squint your eyes at him. “Fuck you.”

Yeah, sure… that’ll show him.

It happens so fast. You don’t even realize it happened until after your lips have started stinging and a gasp has unintentionally ripped through your throat.

Did he just… slap your mouth?

He did.

Your hooded eyes shoot open and your brows pinch together, unable to ignore the tingle on your lips from the smack he’s left behind on them.

“You think you’re in any position to run your mouth, you stupid brat?” He doesn’t wait for a response from you and simply shoves his thumb past your lips, confident that you’ll happily welcome it.

Unfortunately, you do.

You welcome the tip of his thumb into your mouth, eyes still piercing into his. His eyebrow twitches when you swirl your tongue around it. Gently suck on it. Quietly moan at it.

His eyes stay glued to your face and he can’t seem to decide what he wants to focus on. Your pretty eyes that are lost in his as if you’re the most innocent creature on Earth or your pouty lips that are beautifully wrapped around the tip of his thumb like you’re the sluttiest whore with his dick in your mouth.

Either way, you’re a complete contradiction. How you manage to look so innocent yet so seductive seems like a mystery to him.

One he intends to solve.

He pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a loud pop and places his hands next to each side of your head.

He continues to dry hump you at the same pace but the strength behind his thrusts has changed. He’s snapping his hips so hard into yours that it makes your entire frame jerk from the momentum every time your bodies collide.

He grunts quietly. Shakes his head. “Shit, shit.” His eyes drop down to your lips for a few seconds before back into your eyes. “I need to fuck you.”

Dry humping you for barely 2 minutes and he’s already going back on his word?

You can’t help but provoke him. “I thought you said a slut like me didn’t deserve that? I could be wrong.”

He rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek, deeply contemplating something as his teeth pick at the loose flesh on his lips. After a few more seconds of mindlessly staring at you, he pushes himself off you. He gets up before he straightens his back and hoists you up, pulling you off the bed and onto your feet in one swift move.

He doesn’t even need to ask.

You instantly drop to your knees, eyes staring up at him.

He taps your chin with his finger. “Always running your dumb mouth. You know what happens to stupid girls that don’t know when to shut the hell up?”

Before you can give one of your smartass answers, his hand wraps around your jaw and grips it tightly to make you look up at him. You simply blink at him, as innocently as you can.

“They get their face fucked.”

Oh.

The only way to describe what you’re feeling is what you imagine a hot spear shooting down your core would feel like. Leaves behind a warm tingle pooling in your lower belly.

Your hands don’t waste any time as they travel up his thighs and your thumbs tuck under the waistband of his sweats. You flutter your lashes at him in hopes of getting permission to undress him.

He licks his lips and nods his head, watching you intently as you start tugging his sweats down.

You were right, you know. He really wasn’t wearing any underwear.

As you pull the hem down, the black markings come into view.

Your username.

Fuck.

He really is him.

Your eyes glance up at him and he’s already staring at you.

You tug his sweats further down, only to be almost slapped in the face with his dick. A quiet gasp of surprise escapes your mouth as you eye the view in front of you.

It’s exactly as it is in the videos and pictures he sends you.

You stare at it in awe, mouth already salivating.

He wraps his hand around the shaft and taps the tip of his dick against your lips. “Open.”

In the instance that you part your lips, he shoves his shaft right into your mouth without a single warning whilst cradling the back of your head to keep you still.

He doesn’t seem to care about your poor throat as he starts thrusting into it as if he’s got something to prove to the universe.

Saliva drips down your chin and onto your chest, staining your Power Puff girl shirt with dots of spit. Quiet gags resound in the back of your throat as Gameboy continues to push your head further down his shaft.

“Only fucking way to shut you up, isn’t it?” he grunts, the tip of his dick repeatedly slamming against the back of your throat and soft palette.

After a few more rough thrusts, he pulls out of your mouth and tugs your head back by the roots on your cranium to make you look up at him. You gasp for air, not paying any mind to how messy you must look right now.

He simply leans forwards, eyebrows pinched together as his tapioca pearls scan your face in a matter of milliseconds. “You okay?” he whispers, loosening his grip on your cranium and instead softly stroking it.

You blink in confusion at him. You’ve definitely never heard him sound that gentle when addressing you. Maybe only when addressing Bam.

But you quickly realize he’s genuinely just making sure you’re okay so far and whether you have any trouble with how rough he’s being.

With an eager nod of your assurance, he cockily chuckles. “That’s a good girl, isn’t it?” he slyly says before gathering saliva onto his tongue and spitting it out right on top of yours.

He straightens his back again before shoving his dick right back into your wet mouth. Makes him groan. Curse. Twitch on your tongue.

You happily keep your mouth wide open for him and his pleasure, fluttering your pretty lashes up at him. Your eyes blink back the tears repeatedly, almost like they’re trying to snap a photograph of this moment right now. Wanting to commit it all to memory. Wanting to commit him to memory.

“Fuck,” he grunts, “mouth so fucking good. ‘S why I prefer a brat that doesn’t know when to shut up.” His eyes are instantaneously on yours, black and hungry.

You can imagine, to be honest. All that shit-talking you were doing has brought you here. On your knees. Choking on a wet dick that you’ve been dreaming about.

You don’t think you could be any happier than you are at this moment.

“Gonna spill in your mouth,” he moans, hips never faltering in speed and precision.

Every time you open your eyes, you see your own username in faded black marker, right in front of your nose. Like you’ve been branded on him. Like he’s yours and yours only.

With your chest tightening at the pleasure you’re experiencing by giving him pleasure, the way he slips out of your mouth almost goes unnoticed by you.

He taps his dick against your tongue before reaching for your hand and leading it to his shaft. It takes you a few seconds to realize what he wants. He wants you to jack him off until he cums.

You wrap your hand around his shaft and aim the tip of his angry dick at your open mouth, eager to catch his cum on your tastebuds.

His eyes are staring you down so intently that it almost makes you choke on air. Luckily, you’re not a little bitch. You keep holding onto the eye contact like the little brat you are, though, defiant and stubborn.

He scrunches his nose up. Twitches his lips. Stifles a smirk. “Just like that, Angel.”

You keep your mouth open, tongue poking out past your lips. A slight shift on your knees makes you hyper aware of the wetness pooling in your panties.

Shit, you’re really turned on.

“Fuck,” he whispers, “gonna cum.” It doesn’t take long after for his dick to start twitching in your hand. Even less when ropes of his cum start shooting out of his dick, loud groans accompanying the wet sounds your hand makes whilst sliding up and down his soaking shaft.

More curses spill from his lips, eyes trying so hard to stay open and watch himself cum all over your tongue and chin.

With your head tilted and a shit-eating grin on your lips, you continue to milk him of every single drop until he squirms from the overstimulation.

You drop your hand from his shaft and bring your other hand to wipe your chin free of the saliva mixed with cum. His semen glides down your esophagus with a big gulp.

“Shit.” He throws his head back and runs his hands through his black locks. “Didn’t think I’d cum that fast.”

His eyes trail back to you, taking in the way you’re elegantly sitting on your knees, ass perked up on the back of your feet.

“I suppose you really are just all talk,” you quip, a smug grin tugging on the corner of your lips.

The goosebumps on the upper layer of your skin make an appearance when his hand wraps around your throat and squeezes it once. Twice. He bends over. Presses his lips to yours in a quick kiss. Messy. Hungry.

His tattooed hand abandons your throat to hoist you up by your biceps. He starts pushing you towards your bed until you fall back, cranium sinking into your soft pillows.

He rids himself of his tank top and yanks it across your room, not caring where it ends up before diving into your bed with you. Your thighs spread on their own accord, ready to let Gameboy do whatever he wishes.

His tongue makes an appearance as he swipes it along his bottom lip, eyeing the seam in your leggings. It makes his lip rings flick up. Makes your leggings more damp than they already are.

The slightest bit of pressure against your clothed pussy makes you jerk your hips up into his knuckles, the ones he was using to rub up and down your sex.

“You’ve soaked through your leggings,” he comments. “Got that wet from letting me use your dumb mouth, did you?”

His eyes flicker up to yours, the pad of his thumb still rubbing up and down your sex. You suppose he’s checking to see if you’re going to be a smartass about it or not.

You are.

“I got that wet from the thought of you ruining me and fucking me until I’m stupid like you said you would, but in all honesty, I think I might be falling asleep.”

Well.

The simple exhale that leaves his nostrils can only be described as a quick snort as his hand abandons your pussy in its time of need. You’re a second away from whining about it but Gameboy is quicker than you.

Tucks his fingers under the hem of your leggings. Yanks them down your legs. Doesn’t care that he tore the inseam of your leggings.

“Hey! You’re buying me a new pair!” You don’t really care that he tore them, you have a stockpile of these leggings that you could clothe a whole village with. You just want to be annoying.

He simply raises his finger to his lips, wordlessly telling you to be quiet.

“Wha–”

“Shh.” Shushes you. Eyes closed. Lips pursed. Brows pinched.

You lie there, confused. Legs spread. The only thing covering your attention-seeking pussy is the pathetic cotton panties that, by now, have completely been soaked by your arousal.

When you take another breath to speak up, he brings his palm down.

Smack!

“Ow!” Your hips jerk up off the bed once his palm comes in contact with your poor pussy.

Either you’re trippin’ off the hardest acid right now or he actually just spanked your vagina.

“I told you to be quiet.”

It simply earns him a glare but that doesn’t matter to him. The corners of his lips curl up and before you know it, his head dives down your body.

But what you don’t expect is his hands wrapping around the back of your knees and pulling you downwards so your back lies flat on the mattress as he settles in between your thighs, mouth pressed against the sticky fabric of your panties.

You’re barely able to get out a moan before he starts sucking on your sex through your panties, his eyes closed in concentration. He nudges your clit with his round nose. Does it again when you let out a moan that’s sweeter than the bottom of a bag of candy.

He pulls away which almost makes you whine but you clamp your mouth shut when he tucks his fingers under the hem of your panties. Glances at you through his brows.

You keep your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as he slowly starts sliding your panties down your legs, his eyes instantly glued to the faded black markings on your pelvis which spells out his username.

He tosses your panties aside and spreads your thighs by your knees again. His black irises stay glued to your soaking wet pussy, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Even prettier than I remember.” He lowers himself again. Wastes no time attacking your swollen clit with his angry tongue.

You reach for his hair, gently tugging on it with your fingers to pull him closer to where you want him. He obeys, burying himself in your sex with his entire face. Shakes his head to give you extra friction. Nudges your clit with his nose.

Your hips involuntarily jerk upwards but it doesn’t phase him in the slightest. He just continues to suck and lick at your pussy like a man starved.

Lying under him now is surreal. After all those months of talking to him, it’s hard to believe you’re in this position right now.

What’s even harder to believe is that he’s here.

That it’s him.

Him, of all people.

Your rude neighbor with a lack of manners and decency.

But for some reason, this makes it even more… satisfying?

He drags you out of your thoughts when he wraps his lips around your clit and pushes two of his fingers into you, creating gushing sounds that only further embarrass you.

He slurps, sucks, nips, licks. Looks up at you. Winks. Smirks.

The cold metal of his lip rings against your hot skin makes a shiver travel up your spine. Summons goosebumps on the upper layer of your skin. He notices. It makes him chuckle. The air from his exhale fans over your pussy. Gets you excited and whiny all over again.

“Shit, you taste way too good for a brat.” He uses both his thumbs to gently spread your folds apart to take in the beauty that is your soaking sex before pressing a soft kiss to your hole and shoving his tongue inside.

“F–fuck!” you cry out as he starts fucking his tongue in and out of you, nose nudging your clit and one thumb circling the rim of your asshole. It makes the all too familiar knot in your stomach slowly form.

“I’m gonna,” you pause, “cum.”

He doesn’t seem to care, though.

Because right as the knot threatens to snap, Gameboy pulls away. Stares you down as your arousal drips off his chin. He wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. The nonchalance he exudes while he does so makes you glare at him.

At least, to the best of your abilities, that is.

You’re a bit fucked out. Can’t feel your toes and your ears are ringing.

“Sluts like you don’t deserve to cum so quick,” murmurs Gameboy as he starts tugging at the hem of your shirt, the only fabric that still covers your body.

“But Jay!” you whine but he simply cuts you off by spanking your poor pussy again. You cry out. Your body jerks. It makes him huff in arrogance.

He adds, “Shut up and do as I say for once.”

You angrily huff as you yank the shirt off and toss it aside, somewhere on the floor near the pile of clothes. This allows your breasts to bounce free and his eyes are almost bursting out of their sockets as he takes the sight in.

His hands reach over your chest before his eyes peek up at yours, waiting for any sign of approval or permission. You reach out to his hands and bring them down to your breasts, wordlessly telling him there’s nothing more you’d want than this.

Even though he just came, he’s already sporting a semi hard-on from eating you out. The moment his hands grope your breasts, a soft groan leaves his throat. He can’t seem to stop staring at them. “Holy shit,” he mumbles, continuing to grope and massage them.

He gently pinches your nipples. Leans down and takes one into his mouth. Sucks with as much fervor as he can muster.

Several moans spill from your lips as he continues and the inflating dick against your thigh doesn’t go unnoticed by you. You hate to admit it but it boosts your ego to the max.

You hate it because men will fuck a hole in a tree. They get turned on by anything. But in this moment, you know that Gameboy wants you as bad as you want him and you can’t wait until he finally does what he came here to do.

“Fuck me,” you whimper, “fuck me, please.”

He raises his head, letting go of your breast with a loud pop as he stares you down. “Oh, wow. Where’s all that attitude? You finally starting to fall off your high horse?” He sounds so full of mockery when he says these things but you don’t care anymore.

If he doesn’t fuck you this instance you might die.

“No, bozo. I’m waiting to see what you’ve got in store. It seems like you keep delaying it because you can’t back your talk,” you reply almost right away.

Almost as soon as the words leave your lips, he slaps you on the mouth again. This time with a little more force that makes your lips tingle with a stinging sensation.

It makes you gasp. Not in surprise but in bliss. You only run your mouth to have him put you in your place. It’s too good of a feeling to know that you can get under his skin like this.

He stares at you with a look in his eyes that you can only describe as a combination of disbelief and amusement. “You’ve always got something to say, don’t you?” he mumbles as he reaches for his pants and rummages through its pockets before returning his attention to you.

You stare at the golden item in his hands. A condom.

Ain’t nobody got time for that.

You don’t even hesitate when you reach out, snatch it out of his hands and toss it to the floor.

It’s almost like he expected you to do that when his chest rumbles as he chuckles. You glance at him with such a desperate look in your eye and you think this time it might’ve worked.

Because he slowly pushes your thighs back and uses one hand to position his already hard dick by your pussy, rubbing it up and down your disgustingly soaked slit.

“You’ve got me dripping with precum, I hope you know that,” he quietly says. Slaps his dick onto your slit a few times. Moves it to the side as he purses his lips to let a drop of his saliva drop down onto your pussy, watching it dribble down your folds. “Fuck.”

Your teeth sink down into your bottom lip as you watch him go to work, the perfect view in front of you. You can see his concentrated face, his glorious body and your own pussy seconds away from a good pounding.

“Ready?” he whispers, eyes shooting up to yours and they’ve got the same twinkle as when he asked whether you were okay during the throatfucking.

You quickly nod and look back down at your sexes, eagerly waiting for him to finally push into you.

And he does.

He slowly starts to enter you, hips moving at a pace that makes you want to scream your head off.

You’re impatient but you know it’s best for your own good.

“Fuck. So fuckin’ tight,” he whispers as he pushes even more until he’s filled you up completely. Your walls uncomfortably stretch around him but you simply welcome the burn as you reach out to his shoulders and pull him closer to you.

He closes the gap between you two and instantly connects his lips to yours, kissing you so roughly that it takes you by surprise considering how gentle his lower body is treating yours.

After a few more seconds of making out, which ultimately helped you relax, you tap his shoulder and mumble the word “move” against his lips.

He hears you loud and clear.

Slowly starts rocking his hips into yours and it makes you moan into his mouth. He simply swallows your moans, licking into your mouth to steal every single sound you make.

You wrap your legs around his waist in hopes of pulling him even closer to you. Your hands cup his face as you slowly pull away from the kiss to look into his eyes.

He returns the eye contact whilst his hips increase in speed and power.

“Do you have other girls?” you manage to ask in between thrusts, eyes still boring into his. You’re not sure why you’re asking him this but you also can’t help but ask.

He stares you down in silence for a few moments before pulling away and straightening his back. He pulls out of you and pushes all the way back in as he holds your thighs apart.

“I have a bunch.” He starts thrusting into you with such speed that it makes your entire body jerk from the momentum, giving him a perfect view of your bouncing breasts. “How about you focus on being my favorite?”

Oh.

That’s all it takes to shut you up as he starts rubbing your clit with one thumb, trying to get you to the edge before he robs you of your orgasm again.

Not to mention the speed at which he fucks you in is borderline animalistic.

Damn. You must’ve really pissed him off.

He drills so deep into you that the sensation in your lower gut is indescribable. You subconsciously stretch out your arm, pressing your hand flat into his lower abdomen in hopes of getting him to slow down.

It means nothing to him, though.

He continues to pound into you, ignoring your hand begging for mercy as he grunts quietly. “Fuckin’ hate how beautiful you are, Angel.”

Clench.

“You like that, huh?” he huffs, one hand wrapping around the back of your thigh and the other slapping your hand away from his stomach. Gives you no choice but to take the pounding like a good girl. “Tightening around me like you’re trying to squeeze my fuckin’ dick off.”

All you can do is fight the moan that’s sliding up your esophagus as you bite into the back of your hand in hopes of swallowing your moans, eyes tightly shut to concentrate.

But he doesn’t like that.

His hand comes down on your jaw in a firm tap. “Look at me.”

You crack your eyelids open just to be blessed with the view of him and his hair sticking to his forehead from the thin layer of sweat it has produced.

“That all you got?” you taunt, referring to the soft slap he delivered to your face just now, if it even can be called that.

He stares at you with a slight squint in his eyes before he chuckles and this time, puts more force behind his slap.

Your face jerks to the side and your cheek tingles from the faint pain. It makes you clench around his shaft in pure ecstasy.

But then it all happens really fast.

He pulls out of you and in one motion, you’re on your stomach. By the time you look over your shoulder, Gameboy has positioned himself onto your ass before pushing into your gushing pussy from behind.

Lying flat on your stomach with your legs pressed together only makes him rub up against your walls even more, allowing you to feel and be able to map out all the veins and ridges on his dick.

The warmth that fans over your ear only suggests that he’s right next to your face, breathing heavily down your neck and collarbones.

“Where’d all that shit talking go?” he whispers quietly, lips pressed against the shell of your ear as his inked hand wraps around your throat from behind.

You try to answer but to no avail, the speed and power he uses to fuck you with has you sounding incoherent and absolutely stupid.

“Look at you now, all fucked out,” he adds, the shit-eating smirk present in his tone.

You slightly turn your head to be able to look at him, brows furrowed together and your mouth dropped open.

His eyes shift to your face and wander all over your desperate features before settling on your eyes again. “God,” whispers Gameboy quietly. “Gonna be the death of me, you are.”

He always knows what to say.

Every.

Single.

Time.

“Kiss me,” you manage to let out without sounding choked.

His eyes slowly drop to your round, pouty lips that shape into an ‘o’. “What’s the magic word, Angel?”

He’s so damn annoying.

“Please,” you say, without hesitation. “Please, kiss me.”

It takes no more than a second before your request has been fulfilled. His pretty lips press onto yours and he wastes no time sneaking his tongue into your mouth.

You continue to moan in desperation and pleasure, allowing him to swallow every last sound that escapes your mouth.

After several moments of kissing, it’s only then that you realize he’s no longer thrusting but instead he’s simply nestled deep inside of you and all his focus is on kissing you.

When you pull away from the kiss, it seems like he, too, realizes this. Clears his throat. Hoists himself up.

To your surprise, he yanks your ass up into the air by your hips and presses his hand flat down on your upper back to keep your face down and ass up.

With your burning face buried in the sheets, all you can focus on is your sense of touch and hearing.

A glob of saliva drops onto your pussy. He rubs it in with his dick before slapping it a few times and easing himself in again.

Your back arches from the sensation as you listen to the beautiful, quiet moans spilling from his lips. Makes you realize that his voice box deserves an award. Or a national holiday. You bet he could be famous if he intended to do anything with his voice.

But the moment is flipped onto its head when Gameboy starts thrusting into you like there’s no tomorrow. Like he’s got something to prove to the universe. Like he’s finally getting his long awaited revenge.

Which he is.

And this is precisely what you wanted when you provoked him all those times.

A loud smack rings in your ears and a sharp sting spreading through your asscheek follows right away, earning a cry from you. He spanks you again. And again. And again.

His other hand sneaks around your hip and furiously starts rubbing at your clit, involuntarily making you clench around his shaft that is forcing it’s way into you repeatedly.

“Fuck’s sake,” he grunts as he rocks his hips into yours and watches your bum recoil against him with each thrust.

The stimulation is starting to wear you out. Droplets of sweat roll down your back like shining pearls and your heart pounds in your chest like a drum at a parade.

You reach behind you to press your hand into his lower abdomen again in hopes of being granted his mercy but this time he doesn’t hesitate. He wraps his hand around your wrist and pins it against your lower back.

“Running your fucking mouth and now you think I’ll take it easy on you? Isn’t this what you wanted?” he scoffs as he uses his other hand to grip your hip to smoothly pound into you. “Shut the fuck up and take this pounding like you’re my bitch.”

Oh.

You wish you could rebuttal, you wish you could insult him, say something, anything.

But all that’s leaving your mouth are pathetic moans and cries as your stomach starts tightening and your walls start clenching around him.

“Ah, you liked that, didn’t you? So filthy.” He lets go of your hip and reaches around to start rubbing circles onto your clit again as you shiver and squirm under him. “Just how I like it.”

You can’t even for the words to tell him that you’re seconds away from cumming but it seems like he understands nonetheless because he’s simply shushing you and adding quick “I know, baby”s in a low voice.

Just when you think he’s granting you your much needed orgasm, he abruptly turns you over on your back. Before you have any idea on what’s going on, he has wiggled himself in between your thighs and entered you once again, leaving you no space to even catch your breath.

“Jay–”

“I wanna see your face when you cum,” he tells you as he reaches for your clit to help you reach your orgasm. “You’re so fucking lucky it’s like 3AM. I would’ve fucking edged you for hours on end.”

Ah. Damn it.

You quickly nod your head with your eyes focused on your sex being pummeled. “Fuck, fuck. Please,” you whimper, squirming under his frame which only makes him chuckle.

“Beg, baby,” is all he says.

Fuck.

“Please,” you say, “please, please, please.”

You don’t even know what exactly it is you’re begging for but he knows. He knows because he keeps nodding, has one hand groping your bouncing breast while the other stimulates your clit just the way you like it.

Your stomach soon tightens and it makes the words stutter in your throat. You can’t even make a coherent sentence but all he does is nod his head in understanding.

“You’re creaming all over my shit, you know that?” he groans as he stares at his own dick sliding in and out of your pussy, focusing on all the arousal you’re leaving behind on his shaft like a trail.

“Shit,” you cry as your thighs start to clench and your core starts to burst into flames. Your frame completely shudders under him. The moans and whimpers spilling from your lips are loud yet soft and the feeling is indescribable.

You tightly squeeze your eyes shut as the orgasm washes over your tired body, making you see all the celestial bodies in the universe on the back of your eyelids.

All your nerve endings are set alight and every single hair on your body stands up straight, like a soldier at attention.

His thumb on your clit never falters in speed and precision and his hand has returned to your thigh, firmly holding it in place as he fucks you through your much needed orgasm.

Your chest inflates and deflates dramatically, trying to catch your breath which constantly seems just a millisecond away every time.

He keeps going though, his stamina proving to be S tier.

Clenching all around him and finally reaching your orgasm has his hips slightly stuttering in their rhythm, his dick twitching inside of you. “Fuck. Where do you want it?”

You blink back your tears as you gather your energy to prop yourself up on your elbows. You stare straight at him as he awaits a response.

“I want it all inside.”

That’s all he needs, really.

“I’m cumming soon,” he grunts, unable to steady his heavy breathing like he has up until this point. “Pussy so fuckin’ good, Angel.”

His thrusts are sloppy and imprecise but that just makes him that much hotter. You flick your tongue up on the pad of your thumb and bring it to his nipple as you slightly tease it, rolling the erect nub around under your finger.

His breathing only gets heavier and you’re not helping his case when you continue to clench around him like you’re trying to milk him of every last drop he has to offer.

You are.

“Fuck,” is all he says before dropping his head into the crook of your neck and giving a few powerful thrusts before ropes of his warm cum shoot into you and paint your walls. A loud groan leaving his mouth is cut short when he presses his lips against yours, giving you a heated kiss as he unloads inside of you.

There’s so much cum that a good amount of it spurts out of you with every single thrust he gives you. He quietly moans against your lips when the final drop shoots out of him and straight into you, which only makes you moan back.

Fuck. You really just got creampied by the man whose guts you hate and vice versa. Sexual tension is a bitch.

He continues to kiss you, though, gentle and exhausted like he’s got nowhere to be and only wants to kiss you for hours on end.

You don’t know why but you welcome it with open arms. Wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Tilt your head slightly to deepen the kiss.

The makeout session lasts longer than either of you expected.

Not that anyone is complaining.

Then, you two finally break apart and gasp for air.

He slowly, very slowly pulls out of you. He wraps his hand around your leg to lift it a bit higher up in the air and stares at your ruined sex with his teeth sunken into his bottom lip.

You lie there, staring at him with a quirk in your brow as he gently rubs your inner thighs with his thumb.

It’s quiet.

Really quiet.

Is the post-nut-clarity making him regret everything?

You don’t exactly know how to feel. You don’t regret it. It felt good. You haven’t felt that way in a long time.

Right when you begin to overthink, he asks, “Was I too rough on you?”

You blink at him a few times before shaking your head. “You were perfect.”

The compliment makes the corners of his lips curl up and finally makes his eyes shift to yours. You hadn’t noticed he was avoiding your gaze.

He glances at you for a few moments before springing up from the bed and sliding his sweats back onto his legs. You glare at him from across the room and watch as he exits your room.

You stare at the ceiling in silence. What just happened?

Was this a one time thing? Well, to be fair, you were planning on inviting him to stay an entire week but that was before you even knew who he was.

He’s back a few moments later with a damp towel and approaches you on your bed, gently wiping you clean of his cum. “You should go pee.”

You squint your eyes at him in suspicion but quickly let it go as he’s focused on cleaning you up. “Oh, so, you do have manners after all?”

His eyes immediately shoot up at yours and his hand comes to a halt. When he sees the bratty look on your face, he simply chuckles and shakes his head before returning his attention to your poor sex.

“Can’t fuckin’ stand you,” he mumbles but can’t seem to hide the smile threatening to creep on his lips.

It makes your own lips curl up into a soft smile. “As long as you continue to fuck me like you just did, you don’t have to be able to stand me.”

He uses a dry spot on the towel to dry your skin down a bit before glancing into your eyes. “You intend on doing this again?”

This makes you frown. Makes your heart sink into your stomach. Makes you slowly close your legs and cross your arms over your chest. You don’t know why. Is it shame? Regret? Humiliation? “You don’t?” you ask him, voice suddenly sounding small and uncertain. You hate it.

“100% but I wasn’t sure whether you’d be on board with that.” He gets up from your bed and hands you your underwear. “I thought you’d want to take out your frustrations once and then have it be done with.”

When he sees you not moving, he takes it upon himself to slide your panties onto your legs. Makes you hoist your hips off the bed. Slides them right into place.

There’s a slight pinch of relief in your chest and you deeply exhale. “No.”

He slowly nods his head and awkwardly scratches the back of his head.

It’s the first time you’ve seen him like this.

He’s pretty cute.

“Okay, well,” he mumbles as he looks around your room and picks his clothes up off the floor. “It’s really late. I’ll, uh,” he pauses, “see you tomorrow?”

You blink at him for a few moments and then quietly chuckle. “You can stay the night, you know.”

He raises his eyebrows and runs a hand through his damp hair. You hadn’t noticed how sweaty he’d gotten. “Getting a soft spot for me, are we?”

A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest when he sees the nasty glare you throw his way, along with the pillow next to your head, which he swiftly dodges. “I appreciate the sentiment but Bam’s alone and he has separation anxiety.”

Oh.

Scratch that. He’s really cute.

You can’t help but let a soft smile creep on your lips. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He nods his head absentmindedly and slowly starts backing out of your room.

“Wait,” you call out as you sit up straight. You use your sheets to cover your chest in modesty as you watch him come to a halt.

He glances at you over his shoulder, eyebrow quirked.

“You,” you pause, “you still don’t know my name.”

Silence.

He stares at you for a few more moments before chuckling. “I know your name.”

Huh?

“Wh–”

He cuts you off.

With your name.

He just said your name.

You blink in confusion a few times. Swallow thickly as you try to think of a logical reason as to how he could possibly know your name.

Did you somehow tell him and forget? Did he hear Jimin call you by name? Did he ask your landlord?

“How do you know my name?” you quietly ask, gently sucking on your bottom lip in uncertainty. He’s making you doubt your own memory.

He brings his shoulders up in an infuriatingly arrogant shrug. “We live in the same building, babe. All I had to do was look at a letter addressed to your apartment number.”

There’s no way he did that.

Did he actually go out of his way to look up your name? Didn’t he ask you what your name was earlier? Was he testing to see if you were going to lie about it?

He shrugs his shoulders with an air of nonchalance before opening the door to your bedroom. “You can call me Jungkook. Or Jay, I’m not picky.” He steps out and turns to look at you one last time. “As long as it’s my name in your mouth when you spend nights like these.”

And with that, he disappears from your line of vision but reappears in your mind like a tick that has latched itself onto your brain and refuses to leave.

Huh.

Okay. You see how it is.

And now your thoughts are clouded with everything that just happened. His hands on your skin, his lips on yours, his rough pounding on your poor nether regions. You did ask for it after all.

Every time you think about it, you want to scream. You turn your head and whimper into your pillow but every time you do, you smell him. His scent is everywhere. And as much as you hate to admit it, he smells absolutely amazing. You could bury your face in his chest and inhale it for the rest of your eternity.

Your phone buzzing on your nightstand makes you flinch and it sucks you back into reality.

You quickly turn over and reach for your phone before unlocking it and opening up the text conversation with him.

@archurback4me | 4:05AM

Goodnight Angel

And just so you know

I won’t lose to you

You hate how cheesy the smile is that creeps on your lips, internally thanking the Lord that no one is witnessing you and your big goofy smile.

You | 4:07AM

game on, gameboy

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[monsterfuckerconfessions]

I just got bottom surgery and I’ve been having so many horny dreams that I can’t do anything about because my bits are healing.

In the most recent one I was taken by a cult, transformed into a pixie with feathered wings, and teleported to an animal shifter fey court as an offering along with 9 other people who had a similar encounter with a cult.

As it turns out, it was mating season, and our new fey-adjacent biology made us very aware of that fact. One of my fellow captives caught a whiff of the fey lords we were being offered to, who were at present trying to decide who to pick, and immediately went into heat on the spot. We got to watch as a fey lord with a cat like nature transformed, scruffed her with his teeth, and bred her on the spot with little resistance on her end, all too happy to be filled up with cock.

A full on orgy ensued as everyone got horny from watching the pair fuck nasty with no end in sight with more fey going into heat and being claimed as well, and we learned three things: 1. We could go into heat at any time, regardless of what our biology was, but sexual stimulation would make it more likely to happen 2. Being shot full of cum while in heat would have to happen to all of us eventually if we were to truly be claimed by the fey lord who chose us 3. The fey lords were happy to share, especially if their new toy was difficult to satisfy amidst a heat.

I felt my underwear become a total mess that dripped down my thighs at the sight, but thankfully my heat didn’t hit and the disapproving bitchy exterior I exuded meant I was left alone. Unfortunately, my stubbornness also made me the perfect target for the prince of the court, a brute with multiple animal forms to his name that was looking for a stubborn human to break.

From there, several things happened. The fey lords picked their favorites, and each time the court reconvened, more of my fellow captives were seen either pregnant or bouncing blissfully on the cock of their lord while they talked.

Each moment I was with my new lord, he was attempting to get me horny enough to trigger my heat. He couldn’t fuck my hole until I was in heat, but he still fucked my mouth and my thighs, and he slid his prick back and forth over my lubed hole hoping the friction and erotic scenes would trigger my heat. And when he was done, he would make sure I wore his cum for the rest of the day, the sticky sensation making me unable to put him out of my mind.

The feeling of being used did drive me nuts deep down, but I was stubborn. I didn’t want to be claimed, I wanted to go home. So I researched in the lord’s library when he’d finally spent himself trying to induce my heat. I pulled old tomes that detailed the relationship between the human and fey worlds, and the rules that governed them.

Normal rules dictated that humans couldn’t leave once they had fey food and drink—however, I was a fey now. Even if I had no magic of my own I belonged to no one (yet), so I could come and go as a I pleased.

If I could just make it to the border and cross over, the spell would be undone—I’d be human again, and I could return home.

So one day when no one was looking, I took off into the woods. I didn’t trust the wings on my back to not lead me astray, so I sprinted on foot in the direction of the border.

Not long after, I could hear someone in pursuit. I knew it was him—those daily sessions spent rutting into my body made me intimately familiar with all the sounds he and he alone made. And he sounded close.

Knowing I was losing ground, I took a chance and took flight. I was clumsy with my wings, but I knew it was faster than running.

As I began to make up the ground I lost, I heard a mighty bone-chilling roar—it sounded like three beasts rolled into one screeching after me, and it sent a shiver down my spine that pooled in my loins. Still, I managed to put it out of my mind, and I doubled my efforts to get away.

Only when I heard him finally fade into the background of the forest did I stop to rest. I found a small nook under a grand oak tree and made that my refuge.

As I rested, I thought about that roar. I rubbed my thighs together at the thought of that terrifying sound coming from his throat, feeling the cum from when he fucked my thighs earlier today making them stick together. I thought about how I was almost home free, and all the things I wouldn’t miss—no more thick ridged cock fucking into my throat until I was being fed his cum, no more cum coating my stomach and thighs that made my thoughts turn filthy as I went about my day, no more having my hole rutted against with his cock at a torturous pace until I came from that alone and—oh

A wave of heat washed over my body accompanied by a shiver, once again stopping to pool in my loins. Suddenly I was hot all over and couldn’t think of anything but cum shooting into my hole. I humped the ground, seeking friction but finding none of it satisfying until a voice told me to stop.

Instinct took over and I heeded the voice. Instead I stripped bare, found a thick root to hold onto, bent over and spread myself wide, letting my full scent permeate the air in the surrounding forest. I didn’t know why but it felt right, like some hidden instinct in me was satisfied with me presenting myself to whoever decided to breed me first. It kept the heat that was overtaking me bearable, but only slightly.

Suddenly I wished I had stayed at my lord’s estate, knowing I wouldn’t have to wait so long for a cock to sink into me if I had just stayed. I was a slave to my body’s needs, any previous notion of escape dashed in favor of following my instincts.

Luckily I didn’t have to wait too long. I heard a rustling in the bushes, and before I could process what was happening, something had mounted me and was slamming full force into my hole. They set a brutal pace and I couldn’t be happier with it, chanting yes yes yes as the heat finally abated a bit. But just as we were both about to cum, the creature that had set about claiming me was ripped off. I cried at the sudden loss, oblivious to the tearing of flesh and scent of blood behind me, but my cries were shushed by the threatening whispers in my ear:

You belong to me alone, love.

It was my lord

Seconds later he was sinking into me sensually with an audible squelch and setting an even more brutal pace than the creature before him, jaws squeezing around my neck possessively. Just when I thought I was close again, he stopped. I cried, begging him to continue, trying to bounce back against him, but he tightened his claws in my hips and held firm, and his growls at my insubordinance made me still. Then he resumed fucking me, only to stop again just like that as I was getting close three more times.

I was a mess. We’d been going at it for 30 minutes and I still hadn’t cum. I was getting close again, I could feel it, the heat was driving me insane and begging for release—yet, he stopped again, and I began sobbing.

How badly do you want to cum? He asked. What would you do for it?

ANYTHING I rasped, please, I’ll do anything for you

Anything? He repeated. Would you give yourself to me? I nodded vigorously, too desperate to understand what I was giving over, and I could feel his predatory grin on my neck.

It’s a deal he said, pulling all the way out and slamming back in with all his might. He did that again, and again, and again, fast and fluid in a way that made me lose my mind until—

I screamed, finally cumming the biggest orgasm of my life and going limp underneath him. He continued fucking me brutally, milking every aftershock from my body until finally, he slammed all the way in and shot thick ropes of cum deep into me.

I thought we were done, but then I felt something huge at the base of his shaft push into me—a knot. He knotted me, but he still wasn’t done. He kept fucking me, cumming in me four more times and making me cum many times more until his knot finally deflated.

Finally, he pulled out, and a flood of cum poured all over my ass and thighs. I sank to the floor, feeling limp and satisfied.

Was that good pet? He asked

Yes, I said dreamily

Yes what? He responded

Yes, master I replied, nothing else making sense in that moment except for who I belonged to.

—-

I got way too into retelling that but yeah that’s the kind of shit I’m dealing with, I’m a horny mess that keeps having these dreams and I can only get the energy out by writing about it. I’m gonna incorporate this into a longer fic i think

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[sightoru]

hello scout!! i come for your blurb game!

yuuta + eyes + you touched me, and i came alive.

[authors note: god i love a good soulmate au.

Yuuta is awkward, readers a bit bitchy. All in a days work for yours truly.]  —————————————————————— Rika's been gone for a while now, same with Maki and the others. Nothing bad happened, per se, it's just how life works: lines intersect, and then run parallel after a while. 

It's getting colder now, he can see his breath when he walks down the sidewalks in Kyoto; he makes a little game with himself where he tries to see how big of a cloud he can make with his breath. He rocks his feet back and forth on the tactile paving, relishes the way the pebbled texture presses on the bottom of his shoes. 

He's so distracted by his little game, and the way the cold feels on his cheeks and feeling the pebbled texture under his shoes he doesn't even notice you standing directly next to him. 

(You're thoroughly unimpressed, by the way. You have him sized up in one glance. His shoes are worn out, there's a tear in between the sole and where the canvas connects with them. His jeans are patched in between his thighs, and the elbows of his sweater are worn thin. He's tall, though, which makes up for a lot. Dark hair frames his baby face. You watch him for a while, notice the cupids bow of his lip and the sharp angles of his jaw. You're taken aback momentarily by how dark the blue of his eyes are and how stark the contrast is compared to how dark the purple is under his eyes.) 

He notices you after a while, mid shuffle of his feet. You stare him down, intensely so and it makes him feel like a prey animal. Like you're the fox and he's the rabbit cornered in his burrow. He's not sure what he wants more; for him to run or for you to take a bite. 

"Hello," he says, mustering up some weak sort of smile. 

("Painful," you think.) 

If you hear him, there's no sort of acknowledgment there. You meet his eyes after a moment, and he can hear the faint parting of your lips before you speak, "There's a hole in your shoe." 

"Oh," he blinks at you, and you think about how wide his eyes are, "there is," you watch him bring his left foot forward, wiggling his toes and enunciating the rip on the side. "I've had these for years. I think when I was 16 ? I got them at some second hand shop in Tokyo." He's not really sure why he's rambling. Or why he's telling you about the shoe's Maki took him to buy. 

(Maybe it's because that was a good day to him. Maybe he just missed sharing things with someone.)

"Nice," you say, but the way you say it doesn't sound nice. You sound unimpressed. You look across the street, waiting for the light to change from red to white; symbolizing that you can walk away from him and this weird conversation.

(He's intriguing to you, in some strange sort of way. The pull of his dark blue eyes and the softness of his voice. You glance at him again, begrudgingly, and feel something in your chest shift slightly. You fight the urge to gag.) 

Yuuta's wants to say something else to you — a question about your day or where you're going. He's grown into his friendliness, he realizes, and the thought make pride swell in his chest, followed instantly by a twinge of sadness when he wonders what Maki would think of him now. 

The light across the street turns though, and the red hand changes to the symbol of someone walking and you're moving immediately, swaying off the sidewalk with all the grace of a fox. He stares at you for a moment, watches your hand clasped to your bag, head turned towards your shoes (not ripped, not the cleanest either) as if you're memorizing the gaps between the white stripes on the road. 

Something happens that makes his skin prickle into goosebumps. Some sort of déjà vu settles into his veins and for a moment he thinks his lungs have forgotten how to expand. There's a clawing feeling in his chest and it almost feels like Rika's long nails have gripped around his heart. 

There's a car coming, just down the turn of the street and it's not slowing down, despite the bright yellow lights flashing — signaling someone is crossing. And Yuuta just can't have that trauma again, not with everything he's done to work through it. Not when he knows how pretty your eyes are. Not when he's heard the light inclination of your voice. 

Without much thought, without much care, his legs are pushing his tattered shoes across the street, both arms outstretched and using all the lankiness of his body to reach you as fast as possible. 

Your yelp of surprise goes unnoticed by him — later he thinks all the adrenaline must've drowned it out — same with the sound of your bag clattering to the ground, and the screech of the van tires, because the only thing he can focus on is how bright everything looks now. 

You touched him, and he came alive.

Suddenly the world is washed in a swath of colors, much more bright and beautiful than he ever imagined. It's like seeing clearly for the first time, everything's lost it's hazy hue and now it's all bright and blinding. 

(You're still trapped underneath him. The cold ground makes your back hurt, but you can't really focus on that either. The whole worlds a bright color now and you find it nauseating for a second before you remember the stories your mother told you when she met your father. 'Everything was dull she said,' soft smile adorning her fine features, 'then he touched me, and suddenly everything was bright.'

"Soulmate," you think, somewhere in the concussed haze of your brain.) 

"I'm sorry," he starts, slowly getting off of you, "I just didn't want anything to happen to you and I didn't think you saw the car coming."  You don't respond, don't really have the energy too, especially when sitting up makes you feel like you just lifted the weight of the world. You look at him again, take in his blue eyes that have somehow gotten bluer and mindlessly take in his endless tirade of apologies and justifications.  "What's your name?" You ask, interrupting another apology before it comes out.  "Okkotsu Yuuta," he tells you, somehow smiling despite everything that's happened. When you tell him yours in response, you watch the cupids bow of his lips stretch into a smile, and the sight of it makes your heart ache in your chest.  "Yuuta," you say, noticing the way your mouth moves as you do. "Do you want to go shoe shopping with me?" 

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

An excellent point

Written for the @steddiemicrofic challenge, May bonus round in honor of @wynnyfryd 's birthday 🎂

Prompt: bottom, 345 words

Rated: E

Tags: Post-Vecna; Established relationship; explicit sexual content; top Eddie; bottom Steve; recreational drug use; giggly sex

“God, look at you,” Steve mutters, “All worked up and needy. Love when you get like this.”

Eddie must admit the sentiment is mutual. It's the cusp of summer and the night air is balmy and soft on their naked skin. They haven't bothered going inside, not even after the kids left, opting to linger by the pool. Sharing a can of beer between giggles and jokes, then a blunt, and finally kisses and breath and spit. Steve is warm and relaxed under him - all lazy, syrupy smiles and soft-edged pupils as Eddie slowly fucks him into the deck chair.

“Yeah?” he asks, letting his hair spill around his face the way Steve likes and rolling his hips. “Like what you see, big boy? Like the way I look when I fuck you?”

Steve moans, but his smile turns teasing.

“Love it,” he gasps. “Love how bad you want it. 's adorable.”

Eddie scrapes his teeth over the scar on Steve's neck. It tastes like salt and chlorine and sunscreen. “Oh, yeah?”

“Y-yeah,” Steve breathes. “Cute as a bottom.”

Eddie pulls back. The movement of his hips stops.

“Cute as a- … I'm sorry, I think I … Cute as a what?”

Steve frowns up at him.

“A bottom,” he says. His hands, which were scratching marks into Eddie’s back a second ago, fly up to gesture between them. “It's a figure of speech. C’mon, you must've heard it before!”

“Oh, I have,” Eddie grins. His stomach is hurting from keeping his laughter in. “It's cute as a button though, baby.”

“Wha-? No!” Steve's entire face scrunches up. “That doesn't even make any- … What's so cute about buttons, they're just things on your clothes. No, I'm pretty sure it's bottom.”

Eddie looks down at him - his disheveled hair and sun-kissed skin, pink lip jutting out in a bitchy pout - and something warm and unbearably fond fizzles in his chest.

“You know what?” he murmurs, slotting their bodies together and taking Steve's leaking cock in hand. “You're making an excellent point, sweetheart.”

[gabgabwrites]

BITCHY IS THE NEW BLACK | Eddie Munson [pt. 2]

summary ⇝ Eddie is so sure he has you now, he can almost taste it, but when friendships and feelings get in the way, he isn’t so sure anymore, thankfully the fair coming up is a chance for him to prove everyone wrong.

warnings ⇝ bitchy!reader, language, violence, slight sexual bit at beginning, bullying, mixed feelings and signals (yikes), no smut (you really thought) yet but mdni

read part 1 here | & part 3 here

tags: @fhsbsvy @foreveranexpatsposts

"Mm, this is real good, Eds." You moan around the cold treat, batting your lashes as you glance his way. Eddie looks distraught, you're doing this on purpose, he thinks, just to taunt him.

When really, you just had no idea the effect you were having on him. How a single moan would send his heart into overdrive, how those little batting eyelids would make his breath catch in his throat.

He cleared his throat, once again attempting to regain some semblance of control.

"Yeah...it's great." He agreed, his voice strained.

"You don't want one of your own?" You ask, turning to fully face him while you run the tip of the popsicle over your bottom lip. "You must be so hot, no?"

The words sent a sharp jolt of heat straight down south, and he mentally cursed under his breath.

The look on your face, the way you'd said those words, it was like you were torturing him.

He swallowed once more, his eyes fixated on the path the popsicle was making over your bottom lip.

"Can't argue with that." He said, his voice low and husky. "But nah, I'm good, thanks." He added, not trusting himself not to lose all sense of control if you were to pull such a stunt with him. He couldn't guarantee he wouldn't lose his mind if your tongue were to brush over his again.

You shrugged and took a bite out of the popsicle, letting out another little moan as the cold hit your tongue.

Eddie had to physically will himself not to let his eyes roll back in pleasure at the sound, forcing himself to maintain eye contact with you as you ate your treat.

To distract himself, Eddie finally turned to the cooler and fished out his own popsicle, this one was a bright pinkish-orange one —fruit punch flavoured.

Eddie had to use all of his willpower to keep the damn popsicle in his mouth, as opposed to throwing it to the ground and licking you instead.

He bit down on the sweet, sucking on it as he tried to distract himself, keep his mind from the dirty thoughts that were begging to be let loose.

"Are you not gonna ask me to have a taste?" You pout, feigning sorrow as you slowly blink.

Eddie was just about ready to combust.

How were you doing this to him so easily? Making him sweat with just a single look, a few sentences and a god damned popsicle.

He cleared his throat weakly, his eyes locked on your pouting face.

"Do you...wanna taste?" He said, the words low in his throat and filled with a burning desire.

"Sure." You grin, popping your popsicle out your mouth, Eddie watched you with a bated breath, leaving your red and glistening as you sat yourself in front of him.

He had to keep control. Maintain his cool.

But that was so much harder when you were sitting in front of him looking like that.

Your knee brushed his, and he flinched.

He took a deep breath, he tilted his popsicle towards you, the sticky juice dribbling down his fingers.

With a satisfied grin, you place your hand over his, your grip tightening as you stuck your tongue out, letting it press the ice before running it up, and enveloping your lips around the crown. You sunk your mouth down on it. After getting a good taste, you pulled it out from between your lips and licked them. "That one is just as good."

A strangled sound left Eddie's lips at the sight of your tongue encircling his popsicle. The way you'd taken it in your mouth, the way your lips sank down over it.

He realised he'd been holding his breath as he watched you pull it out from between your lips, and he finally let out a shaky exhale.

"You like it?" He managed to say, his voice wavering.

You nodded slowly, and the sight of your face looking so innocent, when just moments ago you were moaning around a popsicle almost had Eddie swearing out loud.

He was losing his mind, slowly, surely.

You let your eyes wander around his trailer, at the mug collection he had hanging, at the caps, hats and cloaks hanging on the coat rack, at the weirdly decorated furniture. It was all very cozy, but nothing had an edge to it like Eddie did.

Eddie knew, by all rights, this place was a shithole. An absolute dump that most people would turn their noses up at. But for some reason, having you sat here, taking in every little detail, he felt pride at the place.

"What do you think?" He asked, his voice strained.

"It's cute. It's cozy," you replied honestly, turning to look at him before springing up from the couch. "You live alone?"

His gaze followed you as you got up off the couch, his eyes roaming over the bare skin of your legs. He quickly shook himself from that daze, and followed you up.

"Uh, no," He answered, still a little breathless. "I stay with my uncle."

You nod at his words before spinning on your heel to face him. "I think I'm gonna head home now, but thanks for the popsicle, Eds. It was good."

Eddie's heart sank.

He'd had you here for a grand total of maybe half an hour, and you were already leaving?

He couldn't bear the thought of you leaving, not yet.

"Now?" he asked, his voice betraying him. "You can't stay a while longer?"

"I can't possibly over stay my welcome, plus I'm sure my parents want me back." You replied, your fingers playing with the loose strands from your shorts.

He felt an urge to beg you, implore you to stay for at least a while longer, so he could spend more time in your company.

He knew that would look pretty pathetic, so he refrained from doing that.

He swallowed the burning feeling in his throat, and instead just nodded sadly.

"Right...yeah...makes sense." He admitted, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Don't sound so sad, we can hang out again or something. But hey, see you Monday?"

Eddie nodded once more, managing a weak smile. "Yeah, Monday, I'll see you then."

He suddenly felt as if a weight had been placed on his shoulders at the thought of you leaving, at the thought of not being able to spend time with you for the weekend.

"Cool." You softly said, before making your way to the door

Eddie stood awkwardly to one side as you neared his door, a frown on his face.

He hated the thought of you leaving so soon. This couldn't be the end of the night, there had to be more time.

But he also knew that asking you to stay, even just for a while longer, would seem downright desperate.

"Bye, Eddie." You gave him one last smile before opening the door and leaving, leaving Eddie to stand in the doorway.

He lingered by the doorway, half in, half out, watching as your figure got smaller and smaller in the distance until you disappeared entirely.

He slammed his door shut, the finality of you leaving weighing down on him.

With a sigh, he slumped down on his couch, cursing the fact he couldn't just spend his entire day with you.

The next day you had planned to hang out with Margret and Darcy, your best friends, at your house. Darcy sat on your bed, blonde curls framing her face while she flipped through a magazine, while Margret picked at her nails, her dark eyes squinting, creasing her freckled cheeks in disgust.

"So, do you like that freak?" Darcy asked, her blue eyes flitting over to you.

You were sat at your desk vanity mirror, reapplying a layer of gloss as the question escaped your friends lips.

"Uh...yeah. I suppose so," You admitted, turning your chair to face them. "There's just...something about him that I find really attractive."

Margaret almost chipped her nail polish at that. "Don't you know? He's like a cult leader."

You quirked an eyebrow at her words, amused at her comment. "A cult leader?" You asked, unable to keep the smile from your lips. "Because he plays dungeons and dragons?"

"Yeah, they worship the devil." She whispered the last words.

You full on laughed at that, placing a hand on the desk to steady yourself.

"And you know this how?" You asked, once you'd composed yourself. "I'm pretty sure he doesn't worship the devil."

"Uh, he so does. Don't you see those stupid devil worshiping shirts they wear? All of them? Satanic I tell you." Darcy said, as she shut the magazine.

"And you know he worships the devil... just because he wears those shirts?"

The fact they were actually taking issue with Eddie's clothing was what was driving you to laughter.

Margaret rolled her eyes, clearly not enjoying being laughed at. "I've also heard he deals drugs."

This stopped you in your tracks, a frown tugging at your lips now.

"I mean, he does have a...smell sometimes. But it can't be weed, surely?" You asked, folding your hands in your lap as you spun on your plush seat.

"I heard it's more than weed." Darcy jumped in, her eyes wide with almost excitement at the potential drama and scandal she was spreading. "I heard he deals other, much harder stuff."

You chewed on your bottom lip. "But he's so sweet though, maybe he's different?"

"Yeah, maybe he deals hard drugs in the week, and turns into a sweet, little angel when you're around." Margaret smirked, clearly mocking you and your optimism.

You shot her a look. "Very funny, you know you talk big when I see you eyeing out his friend, what's his name? Jared? Gabe?"

Her cheeks darkened. "It's Gareth." She mumbled.

You shared a look with Darcy as she began giggling at the blush now creeping over Margaret's face.

"Oh, Gareth, right. How's that going?" You said with a smirk, enjoying the way her blush intensified at the mention of his name.

"...Bad." She grumbled, and Darcy shared another look with you, both finding entertainment in her denial of her obvious crush.

"Why? ‘Cause he's another devil worshiping freak?"

Darcy fell into a fit of giggles, enjoying the way Margaret's face twisted at your comment. "No, because he's a geek." She mumbled, turning her head away from you and your mocking. You snorted.

Laughing once again, you took a second to enjoy the flustered Margaret sat before you.

"You know," you began finally, your voice still light with amusement. "You can't be calling people freaks and geeks, when you secretly drool over one."

"You're the worst." She huffed, grabbing a small throw pillow, and flinging it in your direction.

You let a small squeal as the pillow collided with your head and fell into a fit of giggles once more. You were enjoying this, enjoying the light humour and banter between the three of you.

"I'm telling on you," you said in between fits of laughter, grinning at the angry look on Margaret's face. "I'm telling Gareth."

Her face dropped. "You wouldn't?"

Your face was the picture of mock innocence as you shrugged your shoulders.

"Why wouldn't I?" You teased, watching as Margaret's face grew more and more panicked. "I think he has a right to know what's being said behind his back."

"Oh, please. If people deserved to know what we say behind their back. Half of Hawkins would be dead, or worse." Darcy said with a quick raise of the eyebrows.

You laughed heartily at Darcy's statement. "Good point." You chimed in, and the three of you once again fell into a fit of giggles.

"Hey, at least I'm not pining over a nerd." Margaret chimed in, still trying to redirect the attention away from herself.

"You are! And I'm so gonna tell him."

And that's what you planned to do, so after the weekend at lunch, you strode over to where he, Eddie and everyone else ate.

You made your way over to the table, trying to be as casual as you possibly could.

They were easy to spot, especially Eddie, whose hair was like a beacon for you to find him.

You came to a halt beside the table, just as Eddie's eyes flickered up to yours, a smile immediately settling on his lips.

"Hey.” You greeted him.

Eddie's lips tugged even further into a smile as he saw you standing before him, the sight of you only brightening his day.

The rest of the group at the table were also curious about your presence here, and all watched you silently as you stood opposite Eddie.

"Hey.” He said back, his voice low and warm.

"I'm here to talk to...you." Your eyes settled on Gareth who-like everyone else, glared at you.

The rest of the group suddenly looked a lot more wary, and Gareth suddenly looked very on edge as you spoke.

"Uh...me?" He asked, his eyes flickering towards Eddie as if silently begging for help.

"Mhm," you hummed as you strode over to where he sat, before leaning down on your forearms, way to into his personal space. "I have a secret."

Gareth swallowed as you leaned forward, your face now just inches in front of his. His eyes darted frantically between your face and the others at the table, clearly silently panicking.

"A...secret?"

"Yeah, but I'm still gonna tell you. You wanna know what it is?"

He still seemed very uncomfortable, shifting awkwardly on the spot as you leant over him.

But it was clear he really did want to know, with the way he nodded his head slowly.

"My friend has a crush on you." You told him.

Dustin was quick to interject, not believing you, thinking you're there to make fun and embarrass his friends. "Bullshit!” He piped up from his place next to Mike, a look of disbelief on his face. The others were all sharing looks with each other. Gareth's mouth had dropped open in shock.

Your eyes shot to Dustin. Your bottom row of lashers jerked as your eye twitched. "Shut it, short stack." You snapped.

Eddie frowned, but he kept quiet.

You could see the irritation burning in Dustin's face, but it was nothing compared to the anger and shock on Gareth's.

"Wh-who is it?" He asked, his eyes flitting to you. "Who has a...crush on me?"

Your attention went back to Gareth and you grinned. "Oh you know..." you let your two fingers walk a path along his shoulder, creeping towards his neck. "Margie." Gareth's eyes widened comically at your words, the rest of the guys at the table also showing their shock.

"M-Margret?" He croaked, clearly having trouble processing the information.

"Uhuh, she likes you big time." You crane your neck, your face nearing Gareth's while he tries to move his back. You had clearly gotten way too far into Gareth's personal space, judging by the discomfort on his face.

He was leaning back as far as he possibly could, without completely sprawling on the floor, and was trying his best not to look you in the eye.

"Why...why would you tell me this?" He muttered under his breath, still trying desperately to put as much as distance between you as possible.

Your brows drew together. "You don't like her?" You asked, irritation slowly dripping from your words.

He was still leaning back, his eyes flickering around to all his friends, silently begging for one of them to say something.

"No- well...l mean...I don't..." he stuttered over his words, still trying to process the fact that apparently your friend had a huge crush on him.

You have an unspoken rule about people insulting or rejecting your friends, one you don't tolerate.

There was something strange and animalistic at the sound you made, almost like a growl, yet no one else heard it. "I'd watch your back, Kevin." You said in a low tone before ripping yourself away and strutting off.

Gareth was not going to tell you that wasn't his name. Eddie felt a shiver run up his spine at your words and the tone you used.

The guys around him were all staring in total bewilderment by your behavior, still struggling to understand the whole situation.

"What the hells up with her?" He heard Dustin mutter.

Eddie's eyes were still fixed on your retreating figure, confused as to your change in attitude, and how you'd gone from calm and friendly to outright scary in about three seconds.

"Who the hell is Kevin?" Mike murmured as he watched you walk away.

"Screw that. Gareth is now a dead man walking!" Lucas said with a wobble in his voice. “This is McGregor all over again!"

The rest of the group all began murmuring in agreement with Lucas, nodding amongst themselves.

Gareth sunk back into his seat, his heart still racing in shock from your encounter.

"I'm sure she didn't mean it, right?" Eddie mumbled. "She's actually really...sweet."

The guys all shared a look at Eddie's words.

Dustin rolled his eyes, scoffing. "Are you kidding? That is not how sweet people act, buddy. She basically threatened Gareth!"

"I don't know why she's acting like this," Eddie huffed. "I'll-I'll go talk to her."All the members present at the lunch table watched as Eddie abruptly got up and hurried after you.

Some of them called out to him, telling him to be careful, or not to get involved.

You were sitting with your two best friends, Chrissy, Jason as his goons when Eddie came over. "Beat it, freak." Jason spat.

Eddie ignored Jason's comment, his eyes fixed firmly on your face as he made his way over to your table.

"Uh, hey," he began, coming to a halt at the edge of the table. "Can we have a talk?"

You looked up at him, halfway busy with a pretzel stick to your lips. "I don't know if now's the time, some of us have to console our friend for getting their heart broken."

Eddie's eyebrows furrowed, confusion on his face as to who you were referring too.

"I..uh, yeah, about that." His eyes darted around the cafeteria quickly, noticing Jason now throwing him a fierce glare. "Can I speak to you? Privately?"

You let out a sigh before turning to your friends. "I'll be back." You told them before pushing up from your seat and following Eddie to a more quieter part of the cafeteria.

Eddie was the first to speak when you both reached a quiet corner.

"What the hell was that?" He began, not even bothering to hide the look of bewilderment and annoyance on his face.

You raised an eyebrow. "What was what?"

He huffed, a little frustrated by how oblivious you were being. "That whole thing with Gareth," he explained with a wave of his hands. "You scared the poor kid half to death!"

"It's what he gets for telling me he doesn't like Margie back, okay?" You aggressively whispered back. At your response, Eddie only grew more baffled.

"Are you kidding?" He asked, his voice also rising to match yours. "Is that actually why you did that?"

You groaned. "Yes? He broke my best friends heart and he won't live it down."

Eddie shook his head, still bewildered.

"He can't control who he does and doesn't like, ya know?" He pointed out. "And scaring the crap out of him doesn't change that."

"It might."

"Wait, you're kidding, right?" Eddie asked, his expression one of irritation now. "You can't actually expect him to suddenly start liking her 'cause you yelled at him?"

"No, but he'll eventually get what's coming to him, Eddie."

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation as he let out a sigh. "And what exactly is 'coming to him', huh?"

The anger on your face melted and was replaced with a sickly sweet smile. "I won't say, but he won't sleep in peace anymore."

Eddie couldn't help but shiver again at the sudden change in your expression. "Y'know that sounds like an actual threat, right?"

"Y'know it actually might be, right?" You shot right back.

Eddie was baffled. Beyond it. You had never spoken like this to him.

"Seriously? You're being serious?" He finally managed, still reeling at the shift in your personality.

You sighed. "You'd protect your friends too."

Eddie took a step towards you. "Of course I would," He began, voice firm, staring down at you. "But I wouldn't go around scaring other people."

"And that's the difference between you and me." Eddie continued to stare down at you, his gaze not wavering from your face.

"Guess it is." He muttered, still in disbelief that you had gone from sweet to cruel within minutes.

"Can I go now?"

He huffed and stepped back, waving out a hand. "Yeah. Go, do whatever. Just leave Gareth alone."

You sighed. "I can't make any promises." You told him, before brushing past and leaving

"You're actually insane." Eddie murmured under his breath, still reeling from the whole interaction as he watched you saunter back over to your table. For the rest of the day, Eddie was lost.

Had he just lost everything—even though it wasn't much, he had going on with you.

He was still deep in disbelief, struggling to understand how you could be so nice, and yet so cruel at the same time.

Maybe the guys were right, and you weren't as sweet as he thought you were.

But the thought of that being true stung him more than he cared to admit.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, and by the time the final bell rang, signalling the end of the day, Eddie was still deep in thought. He slowly got his stuff together and made his way to the front doors of the school, still a little dazed.

It was only when he reached the parking lot, and his eyes landed on your car that he realized you were still here.

His heart thumped in his chest, a part of him wanted to approach and talk with you, but another half of him was saying to leave you be. He stood there for a few minutes, watching silently from a distance as you gathered your own stuff.

He was contemplating what to do, when suddenly a voice appeared from behind him.

"What are you looking at, freak?"

It was Jason

Eddie jumped at the sudden voice, and spun around to face Jason.

"None of your damn business." He shot back, his eyes immediately glaring daggers at the jock.

"You staring at her?" Jason tipped his chin in your direction, grinning, while folding his arms over his chest. "You like her? Want her? She wouldn't want a freak like you."

Eddie forced a snort of disbelief at Jason's statement. "And you think she'd want a braindead douche like you?"

Jason's arrogant face instantly took on a look of anger at Eddie's words.

"Who doesn't want me?" Jason smirked.

"Y'know, normal chicks," Eddie shot back nonchalantly, knowing it would rile Jason. "Girls who aren't totally superficial dipshits and actually base their attraction on more than looks and popularity."

Jason's fists curled at his sides. "You wanna fight, freak?" He spat

Eddie took a few steps forward so he was directly in front of jason. "Try me, dickhead," he shot back.

"Jason." Your voice came from their side as you walked over, one hand placed on your hip while the other fiddled with the ends of you hair.

Both Eddie and Jason's eyes snapped towards you, both looking very surprised to see you there. Eddie's heart was suddenly thumping rapidly in his chest again, now that you were so close, not even a foot away, but then he remembered what you'd told Gareth, as his face hardened as he turned his head to look to his other side, away from you.

The air was thick with tension now; Jason looking at you with the usual arrogant and confident look on his face, while Eddie stood beside him, a stony look on his face that was directed at the ground.

"Why are you talking to him?" You asked.

Jason gave you a cocky smile. "Just telling him you'd never like a freak like him," he explained, his tone laced with arrogance.

You had to bite your tongue to prevent yourself from tonguing your cheek.

"Right… well don't waste your breath on him."

Jason's eyes flickered over to Eddie at your words, then he turned his attention back to you.

"Yeah, I guess. No point on talking sense in that brain of his, huh?" Jason let out an ugly laugh, clearly trying to rile Eddie up some more. You could see Eddie clenching his fists together, visibly struggling to keep himself composed and not do anything stupid.

Eddie was doing his damn hardest not to react to Jason's taunts, especially not in front of you.

Jason seemed not to care about Eddie's lack of response, so continued with his antagonizing. "No girl in their right mind would like a weird little freak like him, would they?"

Your mouth opened to respond but nothing came out.

An ugly smirk appeared Jason's face at your lack of response, clearly taking it as validation that you agreed with him. "Yeah," he continued, his self-assured tone getting louder and more aggravating. "You like a real man, like me, right?"

You just batted your eyelashes up at him and smiled. "Right."

Jason's smiled grew wider at your words. "Exactly. Not someone like him."

As he spoke, Eddie's eyes were still fixed on the ground, and his knuckles had gone white.

He desperately wanted to throw a punch, break that stupid smirk on Jason's face.

But he couldn't, not when you were right there, listening to the whole interaction.

You just hummed.

"C'mon," Jason reached for you, his hand going to rest on the small of your back."Let's get out of this shithole."

You nodded, eyes quickly glancing at Eddie before following Jason. Eddie was watching the pair of you, watching as Jason led you away, an intense feeling of irritation growing in his stomach as he saw Jason's hand on your back.

Had you two been dating? Eddie wondered if this whole time you had a boyfriend and that he was getting his hopes up. The thought crossed his mind, making something in his chest constrict tightly.

He didn't want to jump to conclusions, not yet anyway, but a growing jealousy had already started to well up inside him.

It was now Wednesday, Eddie shuffled into the cafeteria, his hands shoved in the pockets of his faded jeans. He'd barely slept at all last night, his mind too distracted to get a restful amount of shut eye. He'd spotted you and your friends across the room, but he forced his eyes to look away from you.

Eddie was too much in a rush that morning to care about his shoe laces, unfortunately it came back to bite him in the ass as he tripped, his tray of food up in the air and his body rapidly falling. Eddie's eyes widened as he felt himself losing his footing and starting to fall.

Within seconds he'd landed on the floor in a painful heap, his lunch having gone flying, his tray clattering somewhere near him.

He let out a muttered curse, not even caring who would have seen him fall.

All that was on his mind was the fact that he'd made a complete idiot of himself once again, and this time it was a near your table, in full view of you and your friends.

Everyone was laughing. Everyone but you.

He slowly pushed himself up, grimacing as he did so. He still hadn't lifted his head up to look around the room at everyone he'd just embarrassed himself in front of.

Gareth and Jeff rushed over. Gareth knelt down next to Eddie, Jeff standing behind him. "You ok, man?" He asked, worry on his face.

Eddie just grumbled under his breath before pushing himself up. He was now irritated and embarrassed

"Jesus, what a fall," Jeff said, cringing in sympathy as he pat Eddie on the shoulder.

Gareth's eyes were still on Eddie, studying him closely. "You ok, dude?" He asked again.

"I'm fine," He said. "Fuck." With one last grunt, he pushed past and made a steady path to the bathroom where he'd try clean off the muck on his shirt.

Gareth and Jeff watched as he walked away, still looking worried.

"Is he alright?" Jeff asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Not sure," Gareth muttered, his eyes still fixed on where Eddie had gone. "That fall really shook him."

Eddie had grabbed a fistful of toilet paper and wiped off the blobs of pudding off his shirt, cringing at the sight. He scowled down at his shirt, now covered in stains and looking disgusting.

"God dammit." he hissed to himself, balling up the paper and chucking it in the bin.

At this point, he just wanted the day to be over. He flushed the soiled toilet paper down the toilet, and after deciding all was well enough. He stormed out. He quickly washed his hands, and left the bathroom.

He felt like his shitty day had somehow just gotten worse, and the fact that you had definitely seen how much of an idiot he looked like only added to that feeling.

On his voyage to the cafeteria, he heard someone call his name. "Psst! Eddie!" A voice came in a harsh whisper.

He stopped in his tracks, looking around to try and spot who had called out to him.

And there you were, half stuck out the janitors cupboard, waving him over.

He was surprised to see you there, alone now and not with your usual crowd.

He quickly glanced around, checking to see if there was anyone nearby, before slowly making his way over to you.

Once he reached you, he looked at you quizzically.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his heart thudding as he noticed just how close you were standing.

"Just get in before anyone sees." You told him, before shifting to the side.

He looked puzzled for a moment, but then obliged. He quickly ducked into the small space, standing next to you. "Are you alright?" You asked him after shutting the door, leaving you too in the extremely dim room.

He let out a sigh. "As alright as I can be after making a complete ass of myself in front of everyone." He replied, keeping his eyes fixed on the light streaming through the gap in the door.

You sighed, not knowing what to say. A moment of silence passed between the two of you. Eddie's heart was pounding as he stood next to you.

He couldn't see you in the very dim room, but he could feel you. Barely, but he could still feel you pressed against him, standing so close.

"Do you want a shirt to change into? I have one of Jason's shirts in my car if you'd like."

Eddie's stomach twisted at the mention of Jason's name.

He couldn't accept that. Couldn't wear something of Jason's, even if he had ruined his own shirt He turned his head away from the light, looking in your general direction, but he still couldn't see your face.

"No...No thanks." He mumbled.

"Are you sure? I mean surely you'd want a clean shirt?"

Eddie let out a frustrated sigh.

A clean shirt would be nice, yeah, but the thought of wearing something of Jason's made his skin crawl.

It was stupid, really. It was just a shirt.

But the thought of having something of Jason's wrapped around him was uncomfortable.

"I'll be fine." He said, knowing he was probably going to have to walk around for the rest of the day in his messed up shirt.

You frowned. "Okay, well other than your dignity, you sure you're fine?"

Another moment of silence passed, Eddie's heart still pounding in his chest. This whole situation felt so intimate, so wrong, yet so right. Being here, alone in the dark with you. So close he could feel you.

He could feel the heat coming off of you in waves, could smell the sweet scent of your perfume.

He could hear each breath you took, slowly and steadily.

He swallowed thickly, desperately trying to keep the feelings he was having in check.

It was impossible though, to have you right here, in such an oddly romantic circumstance.

"Yeah...yeah, I guess so." He muttered quietly, his voice just above a whisper.

"Okay, okay that's good. I just got worried and didn't want you to be hurt," you told him, before your voice dropped to a barely audible whisper. "I care about you."

Eddie's gut twisted pleasantly at the sound of your words.

The way you had softly admitted you cared about him, with such a sincere tone made something warm flicker to life in his stomach, like a glowing ember.

His heart thumped in his chest, suddenly picking up the pace again.

"You...you care about me?" He asked, needing to hear you say it again to make absolutely sure. He couldn't believe it. Someone like you, caring about someone like him. It felt like a dream.

"Oh," you grumbled, cheeks flushing as you didn't expect him to have heard you. "Yeah, I guess I do."

The corners of his lips quirked up at your sheepish tone.

God, you were cute when you were embarrassed by what you said.

"You guess you do, huh?" He couldn't help but tease, the corner of his mouth curving up into a smirk.

"Shut up, this is what I get for trying to be nice."

Eddie chuckled lowly. "I'm just teasing. You're cute when you fumble your words, y'know?"

You just huffed at his words. "You're a jerk." You muttered, light heartedly

His smirk grew. "Maybe. But l'm a cute jerk." He shot back, teasing you more.

You snorted. "Cute?"

Eddie's smirk grew larger. "Damn straight. Cutest jerk in Hawkins, sweetheart."

That caused you laugh. "Funny, Eds."

His stomach fluttered at the use of the nickname, and the sound of your laugh only added to it.

He smiled, enjoying hearing the sound of your soft laugh echo in the tiny room.

"I'm glad you find me funny then, princess."

You nodded. "But um, just one more thing before we leave."

Eddie's eyebrows rose slightly. "What is it?" He asked curiously.

You sucked in a deep breath. "O-Okay, well, here it goes. I—." And then, the door swung open. Eddie let out a small curse, and quickly shifted his gaze to whoever had opened the door, and he was certainly not expecting it to be Jason.

"What the... you fucking the freak?!" Jason yelled, a wicked, malicious grin plastering ok his face as his words caught the attention of others.

Eddie could feel his heart drop.

Of all the people who would have walked in on the two of you, it had to be Jason.

Eddie's hands clenched into fists, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Jason, who was standing in the doorway, looking way too pleased with himself. "W-What? I—no!" You stammered. You hated this.

Jason let out a cruel snort of laughter.

"Bullshit." He stepped further into the room, his eyes fixed on the two of you.

Eddie instinctively moved to position himself in front of you more, like he was trying to shield you from Jason's gaze.

"It's not what it looked like, Jason. I swear. I don't..."

Jason just let out another bark of laughter.

"Oh, I think I know exactly what it looks like," He sneered, his expression becoming more and more cocky. He looked at Eddie, tilting his head to the side with a malicious grin on his face."Isn't that right, Freak?"

"She's not lying." Eddie sneered.

Jason raised his eyebrows, clearly enjoying the situation he had stumbled upon.

"Oh really?" He shot back, taking several steps closer towards the two of you.

You grunted. "You sure as fuck are an idiot, Carver. No wonder girls only use you for a quick fuck." You spat, pushing past Eddie to face off Jason.

Eddie let out a noise of surprise as you pushed past him, but he couldn't bring himself to stop you.

He knew there was no point in wasting his breath and arguing with Jason, especially when Jason was enjoying getting a rise out of him.

Instead, he just watched as you stood in front of Jason, looking a lot brasher than he would ever dare to.

"Jesus, babe, you have a mouth on you," Jason said, his eyebrows raising again. He then narrowed his eyes. "But that's alright," he continued, the cocky sneer on his face returning. "I still think I'll have to teach you a lesson."

"Go to hell, Jason, if you think I'm letting you, or your micro-penis get near me." Eddie held back a laugh at your insult towards Jason.

He wasn't surprised Jason's face has immediately reddened, his eyes now looking at you with an almost burning fury.

"Oh! And since you want to pry into peoples businesses, why don't you tell everyone that your dad is having an affair with Miss Johnson!"

Eddie's mouth almost dropped open.

He'd heard the rumors of course, but he'd never expected you to throw it back in Jason's face like that.

Jason went even redder at your words. "Shut up." He hissed, his fists clenched.

"See, that's where l'm not gonna. And not only that, but tell your sweet Chrissy how many times you've cheated and used her only to go back and claim you love her. Yeah, that's right Carver, the number is bigger than you can count."

Eddie was now seeing the devil horns and tail grow out from you. He had now just witnessed what everyone was so afraid of.

Jason's face had gone from red to almost tomato red.

He was gritting his teeth together, looking like every insult you said was digging under his skin and slowly peeling off one layer at a time. He was going to explode soon. He was going to lash out.

Eddie could hear others watching as he stood there silently, wondering how far you were really going to go with this.

"And one last thing," you said, raising your finger. "Even if I was fucking Eddie, I'm sure he'd do a way better job than you." And with that, you shoved yourself past jason and strutted off.

Eddie's jaw was still hanging open.

He had never seen anyone, anyone push Jason as far as you had just done.

And he'd just stood there, watching you verbally destroy him.

Jason's chest was heaving, his breaths coming in shaky gasps, as he just continued to stare dumbfounded at the spot you had been previously standing in.

The other people who were watching, had now stopped talking and were gawking at jason, surprised that you had just said all of that.

"You heard the lady," Eddie grinned at Jason. This caused Jason to act on instinct, his hand shot out and landed a strike against Eddie's cheek. "Jesus! Fuck!"

Eddie felt the force of the hit on his cheek, and he let out a loud hiss, his hand rising to touch his stinging skin.

"Son of a..." he grumbled, the glare on his face deepening as he looked at jason, rubbing his now sore cheek.

"What's wrong, Munson. Feeling a little sore?" Jason spat, a smirk plastered on his face.

Eddie's eyes narrowed, his hand still pressed against his cheek. "Come on, Carver. That all you got?" He sneered.

"Oh, I'm just getting started, Freak." Jason said, his tone growing threatening.

"Yeah, is that so?" Eddie shot back, the adrenaline starting to pump around his body.

He could practically taste the anger radiating off Jason.

For some reason, it was both exciting yet simultaneously terrifying.

Jason growled before his fist pummelled into Eddie's jaw.

Eddie let out a strangled gasp as Jason's fist collided into his jaw.

He stumbled backwards, holding his jaw.

It sent a sharp, stinging pain shooting through him, and his eyes watered.

He tried to blink away the tears as the stinging pain faded, replaced by a burning anger that rushed through him like a fire.

Eddie hadn't hit anyone, he guessed that would all change today.

Eddie gritted his teeth, watching as Jason readied himself to hit him again.

He was done taking hits from Jason.

With a snarl, Eddie suddenly lunged at Jason.

His adrenaline was high, the fury that had been building up inside of him only adding to it, and he was done holding back.

Eddie's ringed fists assaulted Jason's face. He sent a furious punch to Jason's already reddening cheek, relishing in the satisfying feeling of his knuckles colliding with the skin there.

Jason let out a loud curse, the sound almost making Eddie smirk.

...Eddie was suspended from school for a week after the fight and Jason received the same punishment.

They had both spent several minutes throwing punches and kicks at one them off each other. Both of them were panting and bruised after the fight, though Eddie's face definitely looked the worst.

He had a busted lip and several red and bruised patches on his face, a small cut above his eyebrow.

He had been sent to the nurses office to clean the blood from his face, but even then, his face still looked a little worse for wear.

He grimaced the moment he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a right mess.

Later that afternoon, the children, Steve, Robin and even Nancy was at his trailer.

"Dude, you did all that for a girl who you don't even know if she likes you back?" Dustin asked, eyes roaming over the bruises and redness on Eddie's face.

Eddie winced as Dustin stared, his face feeling tender and sore. He leant back against his trailer, his arms crossed over his chest as Dustin spoke.

"What was I supposed to do? Not stand up for her?" He asked.

"Well if it wasn't the she-devil herself, l'd say no, but because it's her, than yes!"

Eddie's eyes narrowed. "She's not the devil." He huffed, shaking his head to himself.

"Again, are you forgetting what she did to McGregor? I mean sure that wasn't the worst, but she's done worse-er."

Eddie let out a low breath, still not particularly caring about what she had supposedly done.

"Yeah, I remember," he mumbled, his eyes trailing off to stare at the floor.

"And then she targeted Gareth, which he said nothing bad has happened yet, but I'm sure the reason he got a D in history was because of her. I haven't proved it yet, but I will."

Eddie rolled his eyes. "If you think she made Gareth fail, then you're just deluded."

He had no doubt that you were capable of doing that, but the thought that you would go to those lengths to torment one of his club members? He doubted it.

"You're under her charms, aren't you?" Dustin shot a finger in Eddie's direction.

"Okay, Dustin, she can't be that bad. I've spoken to her a few times and she was fine, I guess?" Nancy shrugged.

He glanced at the female Wheeler, his eyebrows raising before he spoke, "Wait, you've spoken to her?"

"Yeah, we actually used to be pretty close, it stopped when I reached high school but we remained as somewhat friends." Nancy told him.

That was news to Eddie.

Eddie tilted his head, leaning against the trailer again. "What was she like when you were close?"

Nancy let a small smile grace her lips.

"She was pretty sweet and funny, she cared a lot about people, but then one day it all just..stopped?"

Sweet and funny?

Eddie's brain was processing all the new information that he had learned about you.

You used to be close to Nancy during your younger years, and she described you as sweet and funny?

That was a far different from the image you currently had at school.

But why had it all changed? What had caused her to go from the way that Nancy described to the way she currently was?

Eddie had so many questions, and it was starting to get almost irritating at the fact that he only had small snippets of information on you, and no real answers.

He huffed to himself, letting both of his hands run through his hair. He felt as though he was starting to go insane by how much he thought about you, and had so many questions but no answers whatsoever.

"Jesus, she's a damn puzzle." He mumbled to himself.

Steve snickered from beside Eddie, which caused him to glance over at the brunette.

Steve smirked. "Someone's got a crush."

Eddie chose not to say anything, or deny it, he just let out a sigh. "I mean, I still find this all strange," Lucas chimed. "That she used to be sweet and now..." Lucas shuddered.

"Yeah, she's weird," Dustin agreed, his face scrunching up. "She's a devil in pink."

Eddie rolled his eyes at Dustin's words. He was starting to get tired of hearing that phrase. "Knock it off, Dustin. She's not like that." He said, shaking his head to himself.

"You always defend her, y'know. You should prove she isn't a terrible person since you don't see what we see." Dustin grumbled.

Eddie let out a huff, his hands flying up in exasperation.

"And how do you expect me to do that?" He asked, an almost sarcastic tone to his words.

Dustin chewed on his lips, but Max, who was quiet this whole time, spoke up. "We were planning on going to the fair next weekend. Invite her with, maybe then she can prove herself."

The fair.

The thought made Eddie's heart start to beat a bit faster.

He was about to protest, say that it was a bad idea, but then he thought for a moment.

If he invited you to the fair, then he would be able to spend some time with you, and see the more friendly, sweeter side that Nancy spoke about.

And it would get the Hellfire members off his back at the same time.

He took a deep breath, his mind suddenly made up.

"Okay, I'll invite her." He said, looking back towards Dustin and the others.

"You better not make us regret this." Dustin told Eddie.

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Have a little faith in me, guys." He said, flashing a smirk at the group.

The only problem was, Eddie didn't know how to get ahold of you. He couldn't go to school the next week due to his suspension, he didn't know your number (thanks to Mike making him rub out your number) and he didn't know where you stayed.

Eddie hadn't thought of this problem, and he cursed to himself as he realised

How was he supposed to get ahold of you if he was suspended?

He huffed, his shoulders slumping. "Um, Nancy?" He turned to the girl.

Nancy glanced over at Eddie when he spoke her name. "Yeah?"

"Do you still keep contact with her?"

Nancy glanced down. "No, not really."

Eddie grimaced, his heart sinking a little at her words.

How was he going to get ahold of you if even Nancy didn't keep in contact with you anymore?

"But, I do know she likes to go to that dumb, overly priced smoothie bar a few blocks from here every Sunday morning. It's where we'd sometimes meet, so."

That made Eddie's heart beat a little faster, lifting slightly.

He perked up at this, tilting his head.

"You said Sunday?" He asked. Nancy nodded, and Eddie had never wished more for a bleak Sunday to come "Alright," Eddie breathed, a small, almost mischievous smile tugging its way onto his face.

He just had to wait until Sunday morning.

Turns out, trying to find a smoothie bar was a lot harder than Eddie thought.

Everything was shiny and porcelain. It was at the corner of a mall, and was on the second floor. Eddie stuck out like a sore thumb.

Eddie glanced at the menu on the wall. He could hardly even pronounce the names of the smoothies, let alone pay for the astronomical prices.

He winced as he realised that this might have not been one of his brightest ideas.

It was obvious that he didn't really fit in here, and it was making him feel weird and awkward just standing here.

He just hoped that you showed up soon.

As though his prayers were answered, he suddenly spotted you walking into the smoothie bar alone.

It was you, the one person he was here to see.

He felt like he could almost breathe a breath of relief, but he was suddenly feeling extremely nervous.

He watched as you walked up to the counter and started to place an order with the worker behind the desk.

He felt even more out of place now that you were here, and he was feeling incredibly awkward just standing a few feet away from you, watching you.

He took a few steps towards you, his hands shoved into his pockets and his throat feeling dry.

How was he supposed to approach you?

Just tap you on the shoulder, say hi, and hope that you didn't punch him in the face for being here?

No, it was a dumb idea, he was starting to feel dumber by the minute for thinking this was a good idea.

He was just about to turn and make a quick exit, but suddenly your head turned, and he realised you were just about to spot him.

The two of you accidentally made eye contact, and he felt his heart rate start to pick up, going into overdrive.

You gave him a small smile, before flagging him over.

Eddie blinked, shocked that you had just smiled at him and waved him over.

He hadn't been expecting that, he had expected you to either glare at him or just ignore him, but never for you to do that.

He slowly shuffled over to where you were stood, his hands still inside his pockets as he stood beside you.

"Hey, Eds."

Eddie didn't know why, but he felt a shiver run down his spine when you said his name.

He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, and tried his best to act casual.

"Hey." He said back, his heart hammering in his chest.

He could see your eyes travel over his face, at the small purple, crescent bruise sitting under his eye and his swollen lip.

Eddie tensed a little as he felt your eyes rake over the slight bruise on his skin and his swollen lip.

He knew that he probably looked like a right mess, and it made him a little self conscious.

He was suddenly starting to regret his decision to come here.

"I heard what you did, very brave y'know." You said, eyes refusing to move away from his bottom lip.

He suddenly felt slightly flustered as you kept your eyes on his lip.

"It wasn't bravery, it was idiocy." He mumbled, letting out a sheepish laugh.

You smiled. "You should put some ice on that." You didn't think before your hand shot out and your fingers cradled his jaw while your thumb rested just short of the cut on his lip. Eddie felt his heart almost skip several beats as your hand touched his face.

He froze almost immediately at your touch, his eyes wide as he stared down at you.

Your hand felt warm and soft, and he suddenly felt as though his brain had stopped working all together.

He was finding it a struggle to even speak or breathe as your fingers cupped his jaw.

He was sure that if he tried to speak, his words would all be jumbled nonsense, so he just stayed silent, staring down at you, unable to say anything.

You dropped your hand. "Didn't know you came here. Have never seen you here before."

Eddie blinked, watching as you dropped your hand from his face, suddenly feeling a small pang of disappointment.

It was almost like he had enjoyed having your hand on his skin, but now that it was gone, he didn't quite like the feeling.

He took a deep breath to calm his racing heart, before finally speaking.

"I don't," he said, swallowing. "This is the first time I've been here."

You gave him a smile. "Oh, well it's my favourite. I like to come here every Sunday."

He noticed how you smiled, and it made his heart jump just a little bit more. He returned the smile, a hint of a flush slowly making his way onto his face.

"So l've heard." He mumbled.

You raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Damn it.

He had said that out loud without realising, and now he was going to have to explain how he knew that.

He let out a soft sigh, trying to form together some form of explanation that didn't make him look like the creepiest person on the earth. "Yeah, um..." he said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. He paused, trying to think of what to say.

It wouldn't hurt to just tell you the truth, would it?

Hopefully you wouldn't think he's some sort of complete and total weirdo for coming here just to see you.

He slowly exhaled, closing his eyes for a moment before looking back at you.

"I actually came here to see you." He admitted, his face reddening under his confession.

"Oh? Me?" Your eyebrows drew together in confusion. "Why?"

"Yeah, you," he mumbled, his heart practically beating out of his chest now.

He was suddenly becoming increasingly self conscious of the fact that he had gone out of his way to drive into town just for you.

"Um, well... I..."

He trailed off, not knowing how to explain his actions without it sounds extremely weird. He was struggling to find the right words without sounding too weird.

"I just... wanted to talk to you."

He felt the urge to just facepalm.

Great job, Eddie, make yourself sound like a psycho why don't you.

"Well we're talking right now, aren't we?"

Eddie let out a breath that was a mix between a huff and a sigh. He let himself chuckle a little, his hand rubbing anxiously at the back of his neck as he spoke. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"But what did you want to say?"

Eddie opened his mouth to speak, suddenly going silent.

He hadn't thought this far ahead, he hadn't really thought of what to say once he had gotten you to speak to him.

He thought for a moment before clearing his throat and speaking.

He took a deep breath, before forcing the words out. "I wanted to ask you if you would do me a favour."

"It depends."

Eddie felt a little bit of hope that you might actually help him.

"Can you come to the fair with me next weekend?"

There, he had asked.

He looked over at you, waiting for your answer.

You blinked. "The fair?"

Eddie let out a small breath, nodding his head. "Yeah, the fair."

He knew it sounded strange, just asking someone if they wanted to go to the fair with you out of the blue, but it was the best that he could do to try and get you to get along with the Hellfire members.

He just had to hope and hope that you said yes, or else his life might just end there and then. You opened your mouth to speak before the server placed your order down in front of you. You turned your attention to them while you payed.

Eddie slowly exhaled, frustrated at the fact that the server had come over at the most inconvenient time possible.

He waited patiently, trying to control his racing heart and his sweaty palms. He just wanted you to give him an answer.

"Mm, what were you saying again?"

Eddie swallowed. He was hoping that you'd forgotten what he'd said, but that clearly wasn't the case.

He took another deep breath, before forcing the question out of his mouth once again.

"I was asking if you would come to the fair with me next weekend. There's going to be a lot of the Hellfire members there."

The thin, black straw paused before touching your lips. "Oh..."

He could tell from your tone that you sounded slightly taken aback and hesitant.

Maybe this was a bad idea, and you were going to decline, and turn him down, and then he'd just look like a complete weirdo.

He just had to wait until you said the inevitable 'no'.

His heart was racing as he waited for your answer, a mixture of anxiety and dread consuming him.

He suddenly wondered if coming here was a terrible idea, and that he should've just left you alone like the other Hellfire members said.

"Uh, but why? Don't they hate me or some shit?"

That question threw Eddie off slightly.

He blinked, shifting awkwardly as he considered his answer.

"Um, yeah. They do," he mumbled, pausing for a moment before he spoke again. "But I don't."

You let out an amused huff. "Won't it be awkward? I mean, why are you even asking me? Shouldn't you ask someone who's a little more likeable, like Chrissy?"

Eddie couldn't help but wince a little at the mention of Chrissy.

He had no idea why, but the mention of her name made him feel a little strange, like his gut was tying itself in knots.

"I'm asking you because..." He paused, struggling to come up with the right words to say. "I'm asking you because I want you to, okay? Because I... I think it'll be fun."

He felt so incredibly awkward, and a complete mess.

He didn't know why he was asking you in the first place. Maybe it was because he thought that you were kinda pretty, or because he thought that your voice was kinda hot.

He just knew that he desperately wanted you to come to the fair with him next weekend.

"Okay, sure. I'll go with you." His heart almost stopped for a moment, the words that just escaped your mouth making his heart skip a beat.

He just about stopped himself from letting out a breath of relief.

"Wait, really?"

"Mhm, it's a date."

It was like those two words caused his heart to stop all together.

He froze, his mouth slightly open, and he felt like his mind went completely blank

A date? You had called it a date.

"A date..." he repeated, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Is there a problem?"

"No—No not at all." He shook his head, trying to collect himself. He was feeling so many different emotions right now and it was almost getting too much for him. His heart almost stopped for a moment, the words that just escaped your mouth making his heart skip a beat.

"Okay good. I'll meet you there next weekend at uh, what time?"

Eddie's thoughts were still racing, but he quickly managed to pull himself together slightly.

He swallowed before replying, trying his best to sound normal and not completely flustered. "Let's say, five pm?"

You nodded. "Great, see you there."

Eddie just nodded his head in response, still a mess inside.

He was feeling an odd combination of excitement, shock, and anxiety, but there was a hint of a smile on his face.

"See you then." You gave him one last smile and a quick goodbye before you turned and walked out.

Eddie watched you walk out of the smoothie bar, still in disbelief at what had just happened.

Had you really just agreed to go on a 'date' with him?

He slowly released a breath he didn't realise he had been holding in, still frozen in place.

[ksakiswh0re-xo]

✧ telling hanma to bow to you instead :

cw: fem reader, role reversal, oral (f! receiving), dirty talk/degradation, fingering, impact play, brat-taming ig u can say

wc: 991

"On your knees."

His "Sin"-tattooed hand pointed down to the spot in front of him on the shiny, swirled-marble floor in his office.

Very characteristic of Hanma to demand head in the middle of him doing paperwork.

"How about you get on your knees for me?"

You quirked a perfectly arched eyebrow at him as you stood before his desk; all you were trying to do was ask him what he wanted for lunch.

You didn't have time for his shit today.

Hanma's golden eyes trailed all over your body, starting from your feet and moving up to your pretty fingers sporting those black stiletto nails with real 14K gold-chain detailing.

It came as no surprise to him that you'd say some shit like that; you've always been a brat.

Hell, that's why he liked you.

A dangerous, violent man like Shuji Hanma wouldn't dare put a weak-minded bitch at his side.

"Oh yeah?"

In an instant, all 6'4" of him was towering over you, skulking forward like a panther ready to pounce until he had backed you up against the bookshelf situated at the back wall.

In his pursuit of you, he had also grabbed his rolling chair from behind the desk to push in front of you once he had you trapped.

"Sit down."

"Shuji, I don't have time for this bullshit-"

"I said sit the fuck down."

With an exaggerated huff, you threw yourself into the chair, arms crossed over your chest indignantly. A true brat, indeed.

The corners of Hanma's lips turned up slightly, and he leaned down to kiss your forehead softly before grabbing you by the neck with the "Punishment" hand.

"Telling me what to do, huh baby? I kinda liked that glint in your eyes just then."

He tilted your head back to peck your lips, then put one hand on the chair to push it forward towards his desk.

Hanma slammed you against that desk, the sturdy oak material not even moving an inch with the impact.

"Can't say it's anybody's fault but my own, but that's okay. I like it when you get bitchy."

"What are you doing, Shuji? Stop messing around!" You moved to get up, but the look that he shot you quickly made you reconsider.

"You wanted me on my knees, so that's what I'm doing, baby."

He chuckled softly and dropped to his knees before you.

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor; this was new.

A small, golden key on a chain around his neck came into your line of sight as Hanma reached behind his head to unclasp it.

He used the key to unlock a bottom drawer on the desk and pulled out a pair of shiny, silver ankle cuffs along with a spreader bar.

“You like talking down to me? Making me into your little bitch? Huh, babe?”

Once he had you situated with your legs bent up at an angle and cuffed to either leg of the desk, he rolled his sleeves up.

Hanma spanked the fat parts of your thighs - left, right - alternating between “Sin” and “Punishment” as if you had wronged him, had betrayed him somehow and he wanted to make you suffer before he gave into pleasuring you.

Your body jolted and you flattened your back against the soft cushion of the chair with each strike.

He didn’t stop until your skin was so warm that it could’ve been glowing if you looked hard enough. His big, strong hands smoothed over the aching flesh and then slipped behind your knees to hike your legs up enough to slip his head between them.

The cuffs clinked against the legs of the desk, the cold material uncomfortably digging into your ankles.

“SHUJI, oh God!”

His hot tongue flickered over your clit; he used the tip to coax it from under its hood before pulling back and spitting a fat glob of spit onto it. The lewd sound echoed across the expanse of the large office space, making your face burn.

He moved his hands from behind your knees to grip your still-aching thighs and hold you steady as he buried his face in your wet cunt and went to town.

When Shuji was irritated and eating you out, he was doing it for his pleasure, not yours. It always felt like he was worshipping you, though. Doing his best to please you and show you that you didn’t belong anywhere else except with him.

“Mmm..,” he moaned, opening his golden eyes and staring up at your heated face as he continued to use his tongue to play between your folds. 

With a loud slurp, he pulled himself away, reluctantly.

“Ahh!”

Three fingers sunk into you; “Punishment” while “Sin” pulled your folds back so he could watch how your little hole stretched to take him.

“You’re soakin’ me, fuckin’ slut.” Hanma grunted as your juices began sliding down his wrist and forearm.

After only a few minutes of this, he removed his fingers and flicked them - you could hear your wetness splash against the marble floor, further embarrassing you but also turning you on.

He switched hands in rapid succession and began fingering you once again, twisting and angling his fingers directly at your G-spot.

“S-Shuji, please…” Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, breathing labored.

"What's that?,” he leaned his ear towards you, “ready for me to get up, love?"

He sat back on his legs, knees spread wide so you could see how his cock strained against his pinstriped suit pants. You quickly shook your head.

"N-no, Shuji - please, don't stop!"

This brought a wicked smile to Hanma’s face and he licked over his lips before leaning back in to kiss each of your knees.

"Hmph, wasn't planning on it, brat."

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[getyourdirtyhandsoffme]

can you pleaseeee do dom mean jeongin punishing you for catching you jerking off >.<!

GENDER: GN (AMAB) + You/Your Pronouns

GENRE(S): Explicit

SEPARATE WARNING(S):

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ READER:

role(s): bottom, submissive

genital(s): Dick

name(s): Baby, Slut, Brat

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ JEONGIN:

role(s): top, dominant

genital: Dick

name(s): Sir (I DESPISE daddy kink y'all..)

OVERALL WARNING(S): You being called a slut, degradation kink with a few praises but not as much, probably humiliation kink, biting kink (reader receiving), hair pulling kink (reader receiving), overestimation (reader receiving), reader crying (not in a very bad way), probably breeding kink (???), mentions of marks/bruise (sexual way), the reader has consented to this! Jeongin is something.

MR.OFF: Thank you for requesting! I never thought I get requested with mostly explicit stories, so I hope I did well into your expectations, I am not very good at writing smut (I don't have any confidence). I actually grammar-checked this!

Please like, comment, or/and reblog! Thank you!

"PUNISHMENT" - JEONGIN

All you wanted to do was do a quick "quickie," wanting a full release plus, but you wanted to be good to Jeongin, so you did. He left you feeling needy; the way he kissed you and his hands roamed, touching every part of your body; he even had you sucking him off made you want more until it was cut off by the fact that he was busy today with an interview with his members.

You pouted, begging him to stay, but he pushed you away, smirking at you. “You can be good, right? Don’t touch yourself until I get home; you got that?” He grips your hair, looking at you sharply as you whimper, letting a weak ‘yes” as he lets go of your hair, grabs his thing, and walks out of the bedroom to the front door to leave.

You didn’t know how long the interview was; just thinking about how long it took makes you even more impatient. Your dick is throbbing, aching to get touched. You bit your lip as you hesitantly grabbed your dick, facing your whole body away from the door.

He isn’t here, so it's not like he will know; I’ll just quickly wipe it out. You said this in your head as you quickly started jerking off, feeling the familiar pleasure hitting your body and sending vibrations that made you moan almost loudly.

You quickly bit your lip again as you continued jerking off, trying to moan as quietly as possible, but it was too good, plus he wasn’t here, right?

You moaned even louder, feeling yourself getting closer and closer until you felt your arms get snatched away from your dick, gripping hard and almost leaving a bruise. Your dick was throbbing again, aching with the pain of no release.

You whined as you looked up at Jeongin, looking at you angrily.

“You fuckin slut, you couldn’t wait a few more hours for some interview I had, huh?” He continues gripping your arm as his eyes linger on your dick. “You choose to be a bitchy brat and just not listen... I thought you could be good for me, baby; what happened to be good?” His voice was sharp, scolding you and making you tear up, looking away from him.

He quickly lets go of your arm as his hands grip your chin, forcing you to look at him in the eye. “Oh, no, no, no, don’t look away, baby. You did this to yourself. I even thought about you being such a good slut for me; I even thought about giving you a gift; it seems the fuck not.” He harshly lets go of your chin, making your face look in a different direction.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, baby, until you can’t anymore, you hear me? You better not fucking touch yourself when I fuck you. If you touch yourself and if you cum without my permission, I’ll fuck you again until you are good for me, baby."His voice was sweet yet sour, making you shiver even more.

“Jeongin, please, I’m sorry! I will be good, I promise…” You begged; however, Jeongin ignored you, except for the part when you called by his name.

“That’s not my name, baby. Why won’t we fix that as well? It seems like you forgot what it is.”

You moaned as he kept slamming into you, his dick hitting your prostate harshly, making you shake. He had you in a mating press while his mouth bit your shoulder, leaving marks around your upper body.

It was too much for you to handle, overstimulating your body until it broke. Your tears fall into the sheets, soaking the bed a bit as you continue moaning in pleasure with a mixture of pain as well.

“S-sir, please! Fuck, I can’t keep holding in. Please, please, please!” You begged as you tried to hold in your cum, wanting to be good for Jeongin.

“Not yet; you can do one more round, right?” He whispers into your ear as he cums inside you again. “Sir, I can’t anymore, please... Let me cum at least! I won’t touch myself, sir. I’ll be good!"

Jeongin keeps on slamming into one more round. You can feel his eyes burning into your back, making you whimper, until you feel his hand start stroking your dick, making your body jerk, almost making you cum.

You groan in pain; your body is shaking and tired.

“Almost there, baby; come on, be good, baby." He slams in more sloppily and quickly, even though he was cumming again.

“Sir, sir, sir, please!” You moaned, your face touching the pillow, giving up, exhausted.

“Hmm, you have been so good, cum for me, baby."

Just like that, you release, feeling the cum splurting everywhere as you sigh in relief, moaning a bit when you feel Jeongin’s semen cumming inside of you again. You felt full and tired.

Your lower body gave up as it spatted down on top of the cum, making a mess on your stomach and thighs, but you didn’t care; you just wanted to sleep. Jeongin just laughs at your sight, his fingers going around your rim, making you whimper as you feel his thick fingers going inside, scooping the cum out.

“You did well for me, baby. Take a nap while I take care of you; you can be a good boy and do that, right?” Jeongin says softly as you feel his fingers away from your rim.

You hummed weakly as you immediately went to sleep. Jeongin grabbed the wipes and wiped you down, giving you a few kisses on your forehead.

“Such a good slut." 

[leaentries]

too young for this | mark estapa

summary: when one night guarantees forever.

warnings: accidental pregnancy, swearing, angsty themes, smut, p in v, unprotected sex

wc: 3.1k

masterlist - next

One time. That's all it took.

You had never been one to go to parties, but your friends decided that you just needed to go. Having been cooped up for the past week after your complete douchebag of an ex dumped you over text.

What an ass. 

You and Richie had been together for two years. Two fucking years and all it took was a quick swipe of his thumbs to end it. It happened on a random tuesday, you had just left your anatomy lab when you felt your phone ding. You looked down smiling as you saw his familiar name pop up. Your smile fell immediately as tears began to make your vision blurry. Even with slightly impaired sight, you could still make out the three words he amounted to in your relationship.

Rich<3: we are done. 

So it's safe to say you haven't been the jolliest the past week. Maybe a party is what you need to bounce back. Staring at the ceiling of your dorm, you contemplated your options. Ultimately, you decided to give in to the relentless begging of your best friends. Besides, your slutty outfits were practically screaming at you to put them on. Afterall, Richie never showed you off, so you might as well do it yourself. 

Peeling on the familiar top and bottoms, you couldn't help but smirk as you passed your bathroom mirror. For the first time in over a week, you actually felt like yourself. The you before Richie. Overcome with newfound confidence, you quickly sent a text to your groupchat.

You: im ready babes! meet me outside?

Jamie: oooo yesss girl! me and alice are walking out now! 

Lydia: yall wait for me! i'm just touching up my hair. i'll be out in 5

Alice: btw we are so getting you dicked down tn y/n/n

Rolling your eyes at the last text, you grabbed your bag and headed out to meet your friends. Lydia ended up taking longer than 5 minutes, causing you and your friends to have to sprint to catch the last campus bus. Living across campus really sucked sometimes. 

As you searched for empty seats on the bus, you felt your phone vibrate from your bag. 

Mark: hey y/n! alice told me youre coming to the party tonight?

You: hi marky

You: yes i am! im on my way with the girls now

Mark: great

Mark: ill be waiting for you 🫣

Mark had always been one of your closest friends. You two met in your mutual college management class freshman year. Alice sat next to you and the three of you quickly became very close. Richie seemed to have a major problem with Mark early on in your relationship. Of course Mark being Mark, he didn't give a shit what your bitchy boyfriend thought of him. To be honest, Mark never liked Richie. So when you called him in tears that dreary tuesday afternoon, Mark was ready to practically murder him. 

The squealing of the bus breaks snapped you out of your phone. You put your bag over your shoulder, grabbing onto Jamie as she passed you. You and your friends made a short walk from the bus to the house. The music was blaring loudly, as people were spread far and wide around the property. A few different games were scattered about, a group of guys yelling in distress as they were clearly losing their cornhole game. 

You pulled out your phone, sending a text to Mark letting him know you were there. Within seconds, you saw the large boy make his way out onto the front porch. His arms immediately wrapped around you as you ascended the steps. 

“ ‘m so glad you’re here y/n/n” his voice was muffled in your hair. 

You smiled at the feeling of your full body being engulfed by him. Letting you go, Mark’s hand slipped down into your own.

“I am so so sorry girls, but I’m gonna have to take y/n with me.” Your friends giggled amongst themselves, causing you to send a confused look their way. 

“Oh no worries, Mark! I hope you have a fun time!” Alice replied, overly excited. 

Fun time? Deciding not to think much about it, you let yourself be guided by Mark’s muscular frame. Even in just a plain t-shirt his tense, thick muscles never failed to show through. Mark turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder to check on you. You sent him a quick smile in return. He managed to weave his way through the dense crowd and into the kitchen, where a few of his roommates were. He entered the kitchen, never letting go of your hand.

Luke and Ethan greeted Mark quickly, enthralled by the view of the football game from the tv. Upon noticing you by Mark’s side, they both sent suggestive smirks towards the two of you. Confused by this for the second time, you turned to Mark. Tilting your head up to meet his eyes, not failing to notice the light blush that took over his feature.

“Why are all our friends acting weird?” You said in a low voice, so only Mark could hear you.

“W-What do you mean?” He chuckled nervously, “I think they are acting just fine.” Giving him a slight glare, you rolled your eyes, turning away from him slightly. Your gaze fell on the crowd, seeing many familiar faces in the dancing group. Although, your cheerful attitude quickly diminished as you caught sight of a certain brunette. Mark noticed the change almost immediately, turning to follow your stare. Richie was just off to the side of the main group. Typically, it wasn’t new to find him at these parties, but what was new was the blonde he had his tongue shoved in. 

A lump formed in your throat. You forced yourself to look away, the pain from the past week hitting you like a freight train. 

Mark's jaw ticked, his hand gripped yours tighter. He looked down at you “Do you want to leave, pretty girl?” His voice was soft, a stark contrast from his burning eyes. Taking a deep breath, you shook your head no. You were not gonna let Richie control you, he doesn’t deserve that power anymore. 

“I want to dance. Come dance with me, Marky.” Mark was surprised by your request, but led you to the dance floor regardless. 

Heat gripped your body like a vice, making you aware of how little clothes you were wearing. You let your body press up against Mark, arms reaching to wrap around his neck. Mark found his hand gripping your full hips, pulling them to meet his own. You leaned your face up, only to practically be touching noses with Mark.

The air felt thick around you two. Moving your hips against his, Mark held back a groan. 

“Got to be careful, pretty girl. Don’t want you to start something you’ll regret.” Mark’s chest pressed closer into your round breasts. Mark could feel himself grow stiff in his shorts at the feeling. Swallowing harshly, you met his gaze. You gently pulled his ear down to your lips.

“I could never regret you, Mark.” 

Richie was long forgotten as Mark gripped your wrist tightly, dragging you up the stairs. He took you to his room, closing the door forcefully, not forgetting to lock it. Mark’s chest heaved, almost like he was out of breath. He pinned you to the back of the door, bringing his forehead to rest on yours.

“You gotta tell me to stop, baby.” He whimpered into your lips. Throwing all caution to the wind, you pressed your lips against his, hard. A moan escaped your lips at the force of the kiss. Mark’s hands began to grip every part of your body he could reach. He wanted you, all of you. He cradled your face, turning your body before walking you towards the bed. The back of your legs hit the mattress, as Mark reached down to grip your plushy thighs. He sat you on the bed, beginning to trail kisses down your jaw.

His right hand traced from your thigh, over the expanse of your torso, taking time to tease the valley between your breasts. His calloused fingers took place around your throat, squeezing slightly. The lack of oxygen sent your brain into a frenzy. Your hips bucked up into his, grinding against his thick cock. He placed his other hand on your hip to keep you in place. 

“You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this, pretty girl.” He mumbled into your neck. “How bad I need you.” 

He smashed his lips into yours once again. The kiss was desperate and sloppy, showing the amount of pure need and want between you two. Mark shoved his tongue into your welcoming mouth, seeking its warmth.

You were becoming restless, the ache in your core increasing with every push and pull of Mark’s hips. 

“Please Marky,” you whined, “Want you, fuck, want you so bad.” Your breath hitched as Mark changed the angle of his hips. His cock was pressing deliciously into your throbbing clit. 

“Okay, okay, pretty girl.” Mark pulled away, taking his warm body with him. A small whine began to leave your mouth, but was cut short when he hooked his finger around your shorts. 

He dragged your panties and shorts down in one go, too impatient to wait. Your hands traced down his toned front, tugging on his own shorts. Once the both of you had eagerly removed the remaining clothing, Mark had begun to line up his cock with your entrance, teasingly dragging his tip along your slit. “Oh fuck, Mark please don’t tease.”

Mark smirked at your pathetic voice. 

He began to ease his heavy cock into your core. You moaned loudly at the stretch. “Fuck me!” You bit your lip in an attempt to keep your voice down. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I plan to.” Mark pushed the rest of the way in, releasing a breathy moan at the feeling. He dropped his forehead on yours, giving you a moment to adjust to his size.

Mark was admittedly the biggest you’ve had, much bigger than Richie. Reaching spots you never knew existed.  “I won’t move until you tell me, baby.” The notion was small but you couldn’t help the warmth that spread through your chest.

Nodding your head, “I’m good, Marky. You can move.” At this, Mark began to slowly drag his cock out of your pussy, till just his tip remained inside. He paused for a moment before plunging back in, setting a ruthless pace.

Your moans echoed through the room, Mark’s headboard slamming against the wall. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Mark groaned. "I could be a better boyfriend than he ever was." His hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises the next morning. You threw your arms around his body, nails scraping down the wide plain of his back. Angry red trails lined the hard muscle. You dug your teeth into Mark’s shoulder as his pace increased ever so slightly. 

“ ‘m not gonna last, pretty girl.” Mark squeezed his eyes shut, in an attempt to hold off his orgasm. The sound of your moans in his ears made it almost impossible. He brought one of his hands from your hip to rub harsh circles on your clit. 

 With the added stimulation, you felt your core tighten impossibly fast. “Shit, Mark. ‘m gonna cum,” you panted, “fuck, gonna cum all over your big cock.” Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave. 

Searing pleasure overcame your senses, your walls pulsating rapidly around Mark’s dick. Mark felt himself lose all control, releasing into your warm pussy. His body stilled as he came, a loud groan ripping through his throat. He collapsed on top of you. You laid with Mark’s head in the crook of your neck and your hand playing with his hair. As the two of you basked in post-orgam bliss, you felt a wave of drowsiness hit you. A loud yawn escapes your mouth.

Mark lifted his head to look into your eyes, “You tired, pretty girl?” You nodded slightly. He felt his heart soften at your droopy eyelids and pouty, swollen lips. “You are so fucking beautiful.” Your eyes widened at his sudden confession. You hid your face behind your hands, becoming bashful like he wasn’t just balls deep inside of you.

Mark chuckled, placing a gentle kiss to the back of both hands. “C’mon lets get cleaned up, baby.” He slowly pulled his, now softening, cock out and pulled on some boxers. He walked into his bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. Mark gently began to clean around your sore opening. Once he finished and put away the cloth, he gave you one of his t-shirts to wear.

One of the things you loved about Mark was how big he is. Even if people consider you “bigger,” his shirts still fit you oversized. You took the shirt from his hands, pulling it over your head. Mark motioned for you to scoot over, allowing him to lay down. He pulled your body on top of his, almost immediately closing his eyes. 

“Goodnight, pretty girl.” You smiled as you laid your head on his chest, “Goodnight, Marky.” 

❥.

The following week went by in a blur. You were able to hide the fact that you and Mark hooked up from most of your friends, other than Ethan. That little shit did not hesitate to chirp you both the next morning. Although you and Mark are “seeing” each other, you haven't made anything official. But you didn’t feel pressured either. Everything had been going smoothly, you continued with your normal everyday routines, except for the part where you have been staying with Mark every night.

Your roommate, luckily, has been out of town for the past two weeks. So you have been able to remain inconspicuous thus far. Being with Mark was so easy, so genuine. You wondered how you ever even ended up with your ex when Mark was there the whole time. But alas, everything good always comes to an end. 

Your alarm went off as per usual, Mark’s arm gripped your body tighter to his, “Don’t go.” He whined. You turned your body to face him, taking time to study his tired features. Even with sleep clouding his eyes, he still managed to look as handsome as ever. You hit snooze on your alarm, deciding that your writing class can suck it. 

You closed your eyes, basking in the morning bliss with Mark, but before long, you found yourself pushing out of bed making a b-line for the bathroom. You kneeled down in front of the toilet, before emptying the contents of your stomach. You heard footsteps hurriedly follow behind you, as a hand came to hold back your hair. 

“That’s it, pretty girl. Let it out.” Mark soothed, using his other hand to rub your back. 

Once you had finished, you slouched back. Your body became overly weak after the energy it took to expel your dinner. Mark sat next to you, letting you lean up against him. He brought a hand to your forehead, feeling for a temperature. His eyebrow furrowed, “You don’t feel hot.” He looked down at your face, to find your eyes closed. His chest hurt at the sight of you so weak. He gently helped you up, putting you back in bed. “I’m gonna skip class to take care of you. okay, baby?” He pulled the comforter over your shaking body. You shook your head in protest. Although in your state, it wasn’t as much of an effort as you thought. 

Mark went downstairs quietly, as most of the house was still asleep. When he returned he brought a glass of water and a cold rag. “Apparently, we do not have any medicine. I guess Luke used the rest of it last time he was sick. I am gonna go and pick up some more, will you be okay here?” Mark couldn’t hide the worry laced in his tone. You gave him a weak smile and a small “thank you.” He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, before slipping on a hoodie and making his way to the store.

Laying in the peaceful room, your slumber was interrupted by the sound of your alarm. Hitting snooze became your worst enemy. As you turned on your phone to exit the alarm, you saw a notification from your period app. You tapped it, opening the calendar. Panic took over your body. 

Period late for 8 days

You quickly sat up, thinking of what to do. There was no way you could be pregnant. It was impossible. Denial flooded your mind, until flashbacks to the night of the party tore through the facade. You needed to take a test, asap. Knowing you couldn’t go to the store, since Mark was there, you did the next best thing. You called Jamie. 

You knew for a fact Jamie kept emergency pregnancy tests in her dorm. Girl has her priorities. Jamie raced to the house as fast as she could, not believing what you said over the phone. You told her just to walk in and come to Mark’s room since everyone was still sleeping. 

You sat on the bed, stressing out, when the bedroom door opened. Your eyes darted up and your breath hitched. Jamie's head poked around, your body relaxed. Jamie looked at you expectedly. You let out a sigh, ‘Look, it just happened.” She rolled her eyes, “You just happened to fall on Mark’s dick?” 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, it just all happened so fast and we didn’t want to ruin anything. But it might not even matter at this point, because I might be fucking pregant.” Your eyes began to well, the thought of losing Mark was too much to bear. Jamie came up and wrapped her arms around you. “Don’t apologize, here,” She handed you the test, “Go take it and we can go from there,” Taking the test in your hand, you walked into the bathroom. 

After doing your business and peeing on the stick, you put the cap back on and set it on the counter. You set a timer for 3 minutes. You slowly sank to the floor. Never in your life has three minutes seemed so slow. Your phone finally went off, causing you to abruptly stand up, slightly losing your balance in the process.

You stared at the test, “Well? What does it say?” Jamies asked through the door. Your eyes remained on the test. 

Pregnant 1-2 weeks

Well, fuck. 

[axelsagewrites]

Daemon Targaryen*The Restaurant

Sugar Baby Series Part one of five, next parts linked at bottom

Pairing: Modern!Daemon x reader

Platonic: Cregan Stark, Sara Snow, Jace Velaryon

Summary: After a horrible night at work the reader finally gets some good news

Warnings: bitchy customers

Word count: 2370

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Moving out was one of the best decisions you had made. Moving in with your best friend Sara Snow gave you the freedom you always craved but with one slight problem; being alive is fucking expensive.

Being a server was not as easy as many seemed to believe. You worked at the Dragons Den as a server which was the most exclusive restaurant in Kingslanding. Even to work there you needed connections.

Luckily for you Sara had managed to get a job as a host through her friend Jace, who is admittedly still denying his major crush on her, and lucky for you both the grandson of its owner, Rhaenys Velaryon. When a server position opened, she instantly referred you and Rhaenys, who interviews all her staff personally, seemed to take a liking to a girl trying to be independent.

You'd think working in a fancy place would mean the guests would have more decorum. However, you would be very wrong. It was as if rich people got off on causing problems for the staff. Dealing with their ridiculous requests was one thing but what was worse was when the Hightower’s came in. They seemed to get off on the fact they knew the owners, despite Rhaenys not really caring about their existence but not wanting to restart another family drama. Alicent always sent her food back at least twice while Otto constantly tried to wiggle down the bill despite constantly trying to flex his watch or car or whatever else you pretended to care about.

When you walked in the restaurant tonight the sorry look Sara gave you from the host stand made you internally groan. "Is it seriously my turn again?" you asked her as you clocked in at the tablet at the host stand. 

"Aly had them last time and Cregan is one write up from being fired and I cannot risk that," you loved Sara's half-brother, you really did, but if he skipped his turn one more time you were ready to fight him in all his 6ft jacked glory. "C’mon do it for me," Sara said, batting her eyelashes dramatically at you. 

"Ugh fine," you groaned as you tied your hair up, the lobby currently empty thankfully, "How many of them and when?" 

"4 of them at 6.30," Sara grinned at you as you finished getting ready and putting your apron on, "Not sure who's coming with them, but it was made under Alicent so only one way to find out," 

The beginning of your shift was normal, peaceful even. Your first three tables had all left a 25% tip, so you were already perky to say the least. That was until you watched Sara walk your worst customers over. Alicent had brought her husband, for once, as well as her stepdaughter of the same age. Rhaenyra had always been lovely to you, but it was rare for her to come at the same time as Alicent. However, what really caught you off guard was the newest silver haired man. 

You knew practically all the customers by name from the sheer amount of gossip you got from Sara who seemed to know everything about everyone. However, you had never seen him before, but your eyes were locked on him as he slinked across the restaurant, his lilac eyes scanning the room. Definitely a Targaryen you thought. You were knocked out your thoughts when you accidentally met his eye and turned away quickly, pretending to look for menus as you disguised your blush. 

“He’s smirking btw,” Cregan chuckled at you from beside you at the server station and you quickly hit him with a menu before turning to go to your demise.

"Hi, my names (Y/N) and I'll be your server tonight," you greeted as you placed down the menus. "Can I get any of you started with drinks before I leave you to look over the menu?" 

"Could I have-" Rhaenyra had started but was cut off by Alicent who finally looked up from her phone. 

“This tables dirty,”

The fun begins. “I can move you to another- “

“No this will do,” she cut you off, “took that long to be seated in the first place,” you saw how Rhaenyra shrunk in her chair and how Viserys refused to meet your eye, “Water for the table, lemon, a whole lemon sliced not just two silly little slices,”

“Of course, ma’am,” you said, pretending to jot down the nonsense she always sprouted.

The only one not sulking or avoiding your gaze was the mystery man who was glaring at the oblivious bitch, “I’ll have the salmon, whole potatoes not mashed, peas not green beans, extra sauce but hold the lemon on the fish,” she said her words quicker than the speed of light but luckily the kitchen had pinned her ridiculous order to the board so you just scrawled ‘that bitch’ on the note pad which had become the code for her. “He’ll have the duck, hold the sauce,”

“But I like the sauce,” Viserys finally piped up however quickly looked away like a scorned child.

“It’s bad for you heart,” she glared at him before turning back to you, “Well aren’t you gonna ask them what they want?” she said gesturing to the embarrassed Rhaenyra.

You nodded and turned to her as she gave you her order with an apologetic smile. Finally, you turned to the mystery man, finally getting to have a good look at his perfectly sculped cheek bones and that intoxicating smirk he wore, “I’ll have the alfredo; however, it comes,” he said, shooting Alicent a smile when he ordered. “Thanks, dear,” when he looked back at you, you struggled not to blush as you wrote the order.

“Okay guys I’ll be right back with your- “

“Why don’t we have any water?” Alicent cut you off and it took everything in you not to force feed her your notepad.

Forcing a smile onto your face, “I’m just about to get it- “

“Okay then,” she rolled her eyes and turned back to her phone.

As you turned to leave you heard the man speak again, “She’s not a magician you know?” the man’s voice said but you had no time to eavesdrop as you had to rush about to do the hundred other jobs your manager demanded you to.

Aemond used to be a cool guy, even if at times up tight, when he was just a bartender. However, when he got promoted to manager through total skill, totally not complete nepotism, a stick got shoved so far up his ass he was now able to taste it. “Quick steps, quick cheques,” he quipped as you rushed past, sweat practically dripping down your forehead with your now full section.

The dinner rush was hitting hard tonight and even Cregan, the phone addict he was, hadn’t checked his phone in the past couple of hours. However, he had managed to tell you as you grabbed food from the pass that the man at your table was Daemon Targaryen and he had just relocated back to Kingslanding after running the Targaryen headquarters in Riverrun. You weren’t exactly sure what it was the Targaryen did, something money related or maybe tax, but whatever it was it made them the richest family in Kingslanding, something Alicent and her father were quick to gloat about.

The rush seemed to give you the superpower to carry all four of the desserts at once to your most demanding table. “Who had the cherry tart and ice cream?” you asked, desperately trying to not crumple from exhaustion.

“Not shocked you don’t remember considering it’s been 20 minutes,” Alicent grumbled.

Tears threatened to prick your eyes, but you refused to give her the satisfaction, “Sorry the kitchens backed up tonight- “

“I don’t need your excuses,” she cut you off.

You took a deep breath before asking again, “The cherry tart?” you asked, your arm starting to waver.

“That’s mine,” Rhaenyra said, and you sighed in relief as you sat it down.

Then the same thing happened with the chocolate cake which Viserys refused to claim till your third ask. “Cheesecake?” you said for the third time.

“That’s hers,” Daemon snapped as he took the plate out of your hand and thrust it in front of Alicent who was blissfully unaware on her phone. “Then that’s mine, sorry bout that love,” Daemon said as he took his plate out your hand.

“Its alright sir,” you said, desperately trying to stay composed. “Enjoy,” you said before rushing off, picking up a check from a table that had just left and heading to the server stand to press it into the computer.

When you opened the check your eyes screwed shut, tears seconds from falling as you punched in the tip. $12 on a check of $198. You rushed to press the numbers before practically running into the kitchen.

Cregan was leaning in the corner, practically inhaling some stolen fries when he looked up to see tears falling from your eyes, “What’s up?” he asked as he rushed over to you, fries in hand, “Fry?” he asked holding out the plate.

“12 bucks on nearly 200,” you spat, shoving the salty fries in your mouth, “I’m barely gonna break even by the time I tip out tonight my first tables were great but everyone’s being so cheap tonight,”

“Time to lean- “you heard a smug voice perk up from behind you. your eyes screwed up as you tried not to swing on Aemond as he spoke, “-time to clean. Don’t you have a table?” Aemond said as he went to stand beside Cregan when his face fell, “Are you okay?” he asked, his managerial face finally falling.

“Just fucking peachy,” you spat as you grabbed another fry before rushing out of the kitchen leaving the cooks to yell at the new manager in your leave.

You had two tables left: an old couple and the Targaryen’s. The old couple left you thirty on 180 which while not great was better than twelve bucks however at least they didn’t bark orders at you all night. As you waited for Alicent to wave you over you debated whether this job was worth it all. The clicking across the restaurant made you lean over to the not worth it side, but you weren’t quite ready to quit yet, rent was due tomorrow and who knows maybe Daemon was a generous tipper and would get the bill.

When you dropped the cheque at their table your stomach dropped when you saw Alicent throw it at Viserys. When you went to punch it in you genuinely considered how much you could withdraw from the ATM before he caught you. $9.21 on a $289.79 tab.

“Night folks,” you smiled as you dropped the check back, Aemond watching you from the kitchen window.

“Did you get your tip?” Viserys asked as he slipped the card back in his pocket.

How much jail time would you get for slapping a millionaire, you wondered. “Yes. Thanks sir,” you said with your fakest smile which oddly seemed to leave him satisfied before you rushed off.

“Can I go?” you asked Aemond through the kitchen window. He tried to stutter out a no but when he saw your eyes water he finally agreed, and you rushed to clock out and thrust money into the tip out jar. You were left with a whole $20 bucks from that 10-hour shift. Plus, your hourly wages which were honestly just laughable despite how high end this place was.

Sara tried to ask how it had gone but you brushed her off as you grabbed your jacket from the coat check and practically ran for the door when you saw the Targaryen’s approaching. The air was cold against your skin, your cheap jacket doing little for you as winter approached. You walked a few paces down from the restaurant to the bus stop and crouched down, leaning against the wall to catch your breath waiting for the bus which was always late.

There was no one around to see your tears fall so you let them. After all they were the only warm thing around. When you heard footsteps, you quickly whipped them off your cheeks and stood up, not about to get mugged as well as this night went. “What did he tip you?” your head whipped round to meet the sorry eyes of Daemon Targaryen.

“Its alright,” you tried to say but he insisted, stepping closer. You looked up at him, his face perfectly lit by the moon and streetlamps, “9 bucks,” you half laughed, your eyes rolling as you turned away. “It doesn’t matter. Some nights are just shit,”

You heard him ruffling in his pockets but didn’t turn around. Being murdered by a millionaire might be fun you thought. “Here,” you turned round at his voice, but he was already pressing the money into your hand. “You don’t deserve this shit,” he said, his hand still holding yours, “Get out you still will,”

“There’s nothing else for me to do,” you said, keeping your hand in his larger one. If not for your tears this might have been a cute moment.

“I doubt that doll,” he said before looking up the street, “That your bus?” he asked, and you nodded. “Get home safe love. And keep that to yourself alright?” he said, and you nodded as you slipped the cash into your pocket without counting.

“See you around?” you asked as the bus pulled up.

“Definitely,” he nodded before turning to where a sleek black car began honking at him, “Gotta goes love. Night,”

“Night,” you said despite him already being away. you quickly got on the bus, paying from your lousy tip money before taking a seat up the back of the bus.

You quietly took out the money from your pocket to count it, your eyes scanning the bus to make sure no one had moved to sit further up the bus as you counted, “Holy shit,” you whispered under your breath as you counted the bills. 3-hundred-dollar bills and a slip of paper with a number on the back.

Call me when you quit – D.T.

Part two here - Part three here

Taglist: @clairacassidy @valeskafics @starkleila

[bella-rose29]

Deck the Halls (and not your partner) - Part 1

Anthony Lockwood x fem!reader, enemies to lovers, fake dating, set at Christmas (because I'm feeling festive)

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: swearing, lockwood is an arse, so is the reader, it's enemies to lovers what were you expecting really, Norrie is alive for the plot, I am British so if you're confused about words then that's why, mentions of extended family members being meanies, I think that's it?

Tag list is at the bottom (it's getting too long to put up here now), and as always if you would like to be added to/removed from it, then ask here or send me a note! <3

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"Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"

It was safe to say that Y/n L/n was not having a good morning.

George had been watching her over the top of his paper while she paced the living room on the phone, his eyebrows changing between furrowing and raising as he tried to figure out what was happening with only one half of the conversation.

"Are you... alright?" He wasn't the best at this sort of thing, but when it came to his friends he tried to put some sort of effort in to show that he cared about them. Y/n huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose and looking like she was about to break into tears. If that happened George would have to go and get Lucy, because he definitely had no idea how to deal with Y/n when she cried. Normally he went and made her tea and plated up some biscuits, and she always accepted with a grateful smile and a lot of sniffles and let him leave again when he stood awkwardly near her, shuffling his feet on the spot.

He got the feeling that wouldn't be happening now, and he'd be held hostage instead.

"It's my mum. You know I've got this family Christmas thing coming up, right?" She paused while George nodded, taking her hand away from her face to see his reaction, then continuing on as she gestured wildly. "She seems to think I have a boyfriend, which I absolutely do not-"

"What, really?" George exclaimed sarcastically, pressing his hands over his heart in mock surprise. Y/n glared at him, looking incredibly non-threatening in her very jolly Christmas jumper. He resisted the urge to snort, knowing full-well that his friend spent most of the time complaining whenever relationships were the topic of conversation, since she couldn't understand why she was still single.

"As I was saying," another glare was aimed his way, "Mum thinks I have a boyfriend, and my aunt overheard her on the phone just now talking about my non-existent boyfriend, and it was Aunt Linda-"

"The one who gossips to everybody?"

"Yes!" Y/n jabbed a finger in George's direction, expression wild and fierce. "The one who gossips to everybody! So by now I think my entire fucking extended family and every single family friend knows that I have a boyfriend, who does not exist, and thinks that he's coming to our family Christmas in the middle of fucking nowhere!"

"I thought it was your childhood town?"

"Which is in the middle of nowhere! Genuinely nothing but fields and forests and the general countryside for miles and miles. Oh, and to top that all off, my cousin will be there-"

"The bitchy one who makes you feel like shit who you also thought wasn't coming this year?"

"Yes. Her. And Linda is her mum so Steph'll definitely know." Y/n finished, throwing herself into the sofa with a groan, turning over slightly, and screaming into a pillow.

George was about to stand up and head to the kitchen to put the kettle on (Y/n normally screamed not long before crying full-out) when Lockwood poked his head through the door, frowning at the sight before him.

"Everything alright?"

"Y/n's having a crisis. Fancy a cuppa, Lockwood?" George properly got up now, glad that another member of the household was here to deal with the situation. Lockwood nodded, then frowned again when he realised that George was escaping and shutting the two of them in a room together. Lockwood absolutely could have left anytime he wanted, but it was likely that Y/n thought he'd volunteered for the role of caretaker and couldn't leave without looking like an arse, or starting yet another argument between the two of them.

George breathed a sigh of relief, then made for the kitchen. He'd need a cup of tea in a minute when Y/n realised who was there to comfort her.

~~~

"The fuck do you want, Lockwood?"

"I- uh... what's... what's the problem?" His voice sounded pained, like he really didn't want to be in the room, and Y/n rolled her eyes.

"If you don't care, then leave," she said, attempting to hide the wobble in her voice at the thought of having to find someone to drag to her family gathering for three days, where she would be interrogated and prodded and poked and watched every second of every minute of every day, and criticised for every tiny thing she did. She was dreading it, really, but at least the third day would just be her immediate family and her non-existent boyfriend. The first two days would be filled with inquisitive relations that hadn't seen her since last year, wondering about her job and why she hadn't pursued something more stable, or asking about her love life (that was completely uneventful) and why she wasn't thinking about settling down.

Lockwood's frustrated sigh brought her out of her thoughts, and she pulled her face out of the pillow enough to see him clenching his jaw as he studied the wall with a lot more interest than it deserved. "Fine. Vent if you need to. Can I help at all, or are you going to get on my nerves until you leave?"

"Do you always have to be such a dick, Lockwood? Or are you like that because you're compensating?"

"Fuck off."

"Lovely comeback," she snapped, turning to lie on her back, staring up at the ceiling instead of at her boss' face. If she looked at him any longer she might bore holes through his head with the intensity of her glare. Neither of them said anything for a minute, the only sounds the clock ticking away in the corner, counting down to her imminent doom, and George in the kitchen making tea. "My family thing, this weekend. Everyone thinks I'm bringing my boyfriend."

"You don't have a boyfriend though."

"I know that, Lockwood. But my family think that I do have one, and now I have less than forty-eight hours to find one." She heard him snort, and squeezed her eyes shut in the hopes that it would block out his next words.

"Good luck with that. Maybe Kipps'll volunteer? He needs the free food."

"Can't you have just the tiniest bit of sympathy for me?" She pushed up, moving to sit and direct her frustration at Lockwood. "I am in a near-impossible situation here and you're being insufferable right now!"

"Maybe you should take Lockwood," George said, and Y/n jumped at the sound of his voice in the living room.

"Where the fuck did you come from?" she asked, already eyeing up the plate of biscuits on the tea tray. "Wait," Y/n paused as she properly registered George's words. "Take him?" Lockwood looked just as horrified by the idea of it, shaking his head frantically.

"Yeah. Oh, here's your tea, Y/n/n."

"What about you, George?! Surely you could come along and help me out instead?!"

"I thought I told you already, I'm going to my own family's house for Christmas. Lucy's going to stay with Norrie, and Holly's spending the holidays with her girlfriend. Lockwood's alone, in this big old house, and you've got limited time and also limited options." Y/n was annoyed at how right George was, but she wasn't giving in so easily. Not when giving in meant spending three days with the one person she despised more than anything in the world.

"Fine, if you have no other options by the time you need to leave, I'll go with you. But I will not enjoy a second of it if I do," Lockwood finally ground out, and Y/n had to fight back a look of surprise at his words.

"You- what?"

"It saves being in this house alone over Christmas. I've done that one too many times now, and at least your family will be a distraction. And," he added, "a great way to see all your baby photos." His smile was wolfish, and Y/n wondered how anybody ever found it charming.

"Alright. But I'm finding someone else, so it looks like you'll have to miss out on this one I'm afraid." Her smile was simpering, sugar sweet and sickly with how faked it was.

George looked between the two of them, then sank back into his armchair with his tea. "That's that sorted then."

~~~

It was absolutely not sorted.

Y/n was panicking. A lot. Apparently nobody fancied spending Christmas with some random agent for three days in the literal middle of fucking nowhere with her entire extended family, which was incredibly inconvenient for Y/n.

She now was supposed to be leaving in roughly two hours, and was frantically shoving the last few things in her suitcase while phoning anybody that she could attempt to pass off as her fake boyfriend.

Anybody that meant she didn't have to take Lockwood.

Perhaps if he wasn't such an asshole all the time, she'd be less reluctant, but since the first day they'd met he'd been rude to her.

It had been after a job, three years ago back when she was a solo agent taking any work that meant she could keep a roof over her head and food in her belly. Her night had been long, making her tired and weary with how much her bones ached, and she was hardly looking where she was going when she turned the corner onto her street, making her bump into a tall figure. Her first thought when the two of them stumbled away from each other was how gorgeous this boy was, and her second was how utterly awful his personality was. She had apologised before she could see his face, already muttering excuses and explaining her lack of coordination, but within seconds he was opening his mouth and talking, telling her that she should have been more alert and "could she not stand on his shoes, they're new" and she'd taken a proper look at him and decided that yes, he was pretty, but he was also not particularly nice.

Then a few months later she'd seen an ad in the paper for a small agency that had needed a new agent, preferably with strong Touch, and had chosen to go along for an interview. What she hadn't expected was the boy from that night to be the one interviewing her, and evidently he was just as shocked to see her, his expression quickly settling into a frown.

"No thank you. We don't want careless agents like you, thank you very much." His words had stung more than she cared to admit, making the backs of her eyes prick and her throat close up with emotion. She'd almost turned tail and walked out the door (something she very rarely did), but a girl dressed mostly in blue and with an excited smile on her face came in to the room, asking if this was their new recruit. Apparently the boy couldn't say no to her, or the other girl that appeared a few moments later with her clothes all neat and ironed, or indeed the other boy with glasses and curly hair who had ketchup stains on his t-shirt. Within minutes of the three of them arriving in the room, Y/n had a job at the company as an agent with a strong sense of Touch, and was being given a biscuit and a cup of tea.

She had quickly learned that the first girl was Lucy, the second was Holly, and the curly-haired boy was George, and then Lockwood had introduced himself as the head of the company.

"Don't you have... supervisors?" she had asked, confused as to just how this company worked exactly.

"No." His smile had been tight, and he had left the room right after, pushing past his colleagues and heading up the stairs. Lucy had been quick to fill in the rest, explaining all the answers to every question that Y/n had, with Holly and George chipping in when she forgot something.

Lockwood had continued his behaviour from that day ever since, despite Y/n's best efforts to get him to like her, and eventually after a few months of attempted friendship offers, she gave up and leaned into the whole hating each other schtick that was apparently happening.

So no, she did not want to have to bring Lockwood to her family gathering for three days and pretend to love him. She didn't want to do that at all.

Unfortunately, it was starting to look as though she wouldn't have a choice.

~~~

"Well? Please? Come on, I never beg for anything from you."

"I know, and I'm actually rather enjoying it."

"Prick," Y/n muttered, frowning at Lockwood. "You said that you'd do it if you had to. Well, you have to. So pack your bags and let's go; the train's in an hour."

"Fine. But I am not happy about this." He made his way back inside his bedroom, leaving Y/n stood outside the door (she refused to cross the threshold of this one particular room).

"Oh, because I am personally so ecstatic about this situation!" Her voice was thick with sarcasm, and Lockwood paused in his packing to glare at her.

"It's not my fault you couldn't find somebody to pretend to date you for three days."

"No, but I'll blame you anyway."

"Charming."

"Hmm. Hurry up."

"We've got ages, stop fretting like a mother."

"The train leaves in an hour, and it takes ten minutes to get there. Then you have to factor in maybe five to ten minutes of traffic, and difficulties getting through the gates at the station which is what, another five minutes? And then if there are any problems with the actual trains then we want to be early just in case so that a plan can be made to get a different one, and also if there aren't any problems then we at least want to be there early so that we can get on first and get a table. So no, we haven't got ages, we've got minutes before we need to go. Hurry up."

Lockwood had been staring at her in disbelief while she talked, his jaw slack and his eyes wide, but when Y/n glared at him again he went back to packing. "You really think that much about travelling?"

"There is so much that can go wrong with trains, so yes."

"Fine," Lockwood huffed, coming out of his room to cross into the bathroom, grabbing his wash bag out of the cupboard and shoving a toothbrush and flannel in. "Where's the toothpaste?"

"I've got some, so we can share. Trust me, you don't want to share with George. He's like a dragon with the way he hoards his toothpaste."

Lockwood gave her a weird look as he zipped up the bag, heading back into his room to finish stuffing items into the large bag he was taking with him as luggage. Y/n was sure he'd repurposed a kit bag for this, but if it meant she wasn't having to explain to everyone why she had failed at bringing a boyfriend that didn't even exist then she supposed she could forget about where the kit was currently being stored.

"Ok, I think that's everything," he said, running a hand through his hair as he stood up, yanking the bag up and over his shoulder. He was still in a suit, which Y/n thought was ridiculous since they didn't even have any meetings today other than the one with her family, and when they made it to the bottom of the stairs he grabbed his jacket and signature long coat. Y/n was already in her own winter coat, thick scarf wrapped around her neck and gloves poking out her pocket, her boots echoing throughout the building. They were the only two left now, since the other three had already left for their own Christmas celebrations, so Lockwood had to spend an extra minute finding the keys to lock up, and then another minute trying to put them back in his pocket. In the end, Y/n was so frustrated with how long he was taking that she snatched the keys from his hand and shoved them in the chest pocket on the inside of his coat, turning and dragging her small suitcase behind her into the pre-booked taxi.

"Sorry, he takes a while to do things every now and then. He's immensely stupid," she said, smiling at the driver as the man put her suitcase in the boot of his taxi. He looked concerned, frowning up at Lockwood where he was coming down the stairs, then nodded slightly, his expression morphing into confusion.

The drive itself was fast, and there were no problems at the station, but Y/n still couldn't help but feel that something would go wrong on their journey to her parents' house.

"The only thing that's wrong-"

"Don't say that, you bastard!"

"-is me being here."

"Oh. Well, that's true."

"Why couldn't you have just gone on your own?"

"You'll see when you meet everyone. Are you... will you be alright? I mean, it's literally everybody still alive in my family along with all of our close friends, which is near on fifty people, all in my parents' house."

"What are you trying to say?" Lockwood's expression was stony, and a coldness had come into his eyes that Y/n had only ever seen back when she was trying to be his friend and asked about his family. She had since learned that they had died when he was young, and had steered well clear of the subject afterwards.

"I just... it's a lot for me, and I do this every year. I can't imagine how awful this'll be for someone who's..." she trailed off, trying to find the right words.

"Who's family is dead?" Lockwood asked, more forcefully than he needed to.

"No, I didn't mean-" Y/n said.

"Sure," he cut her off, tone sharp and as bitter as the wind that was whipping around them. She tried to speak again, but he scoffed and turned away before she could explain what she had really meant by her words. Lockwood didn't seem to be relenting anytime soon, instead choosing to stare out at the tracks with a clenched jaw. The conversation died, and they didn't say a word until the train pulled up to the platform and they were attempting to find a good seat.

When they were finally sat down, bags secure and able to relax a little, Y/n sighed softly at Lockwood's still tense figure. He wasn't looking at her, which she supposed was a good thing because generally when he looked at her he was coming up with something rude to say. But if they wanted this to work, they needed to be talking.

And apparently, Y/n had pissed off her fake boyfriend.

Ugh, she thought. This is going to be a fucking shitshow.

part 2

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❛ fingering scaramouche ❜

01 notes: i wrote this like a few months ago i think im going thru my told stuff and there's literal gold in there wowie

02 tws/tags: trans 💥 power bottom 💥 harbinger 💥 bitchy 💥 scara, scaramouche is real, gnc reader

03 mdni blogs do not interact! word count 288

"yes, right there," he mumbles, his head thrown back and over the back of the chair. you tilt your head when computing this information and crawl onto the chair with him, sitting on his spread-out lap as you continue.

scaramouche's face contorts and he muffles his next moan with the back of his hand, closing his eyes and looking away as if disgusted or disappointed, but directly after he says, "just like that."

you curve your two fingers to the left slightly and he lets out a high-pitched moan, almost like a yelp and he looks down at where your hand is shyly.

"motherfucker," he curses, a doll-like hand covering his mouth. If he could cry, he would be in tears right now, he bets, forcing himself to bite on a porcelain finger so he doesn't disturb those near his office.

"like this, my lord?" you ask, very obviously in a teasing tone as he leans back, a shuddering sigh escaping his body. his hands grip the armrests that trap you two together. your thumb runs over his clit, and he jerks in his seat, whimpering and biting his lip as he tries to gain some sense of himself.

"from now on," he breathes out, a loose hand wrapping around your wrist, "you will be working under me and me alone. understand?"

a dangerous part of you wants to see how long you can tease him before he snaps--the same one that doesn't think before he speaks and agreed to accompany him when he said he was "irritated".

you simply smile, tilting your head to the side and nod, watching as he struggles to keep himself quiet. he's so emotionally constipated it's embarrassing.

"of course, lord harbinger."

[thecameronchronicles]

Brat

TW: Age-gap (Reader is above 18), Smut. Language. Praise Kink. Daddy Kink. Degrading language. Dark(ish) reader.

*BITCHY READER 

SUMMARY: You see the chance to get what you’ve always been curious to know…unaware what truly awaits you when your desires are not only acknowledged, but reciprocated. 

WORD COUNT: 2800

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

Brat

He wore a confidence boys your age had to achieve by drinking in excess. But where their slurred speech quickly reminded you of the adolescence they’d just brimmed over, nearly, he would prove it in elegant movements and carefully curated responses. As Sarah’s friend, you had witnessed it more than even those he spoke against as they seemed to wear a different face and name with every interaction. Yet his means of intimidation remained the same. The blown pupils of his otherwise kind eyes and huff of his chest as he threatened whoever was unlucky enough to stand at the rival end of his finger had been the reason behind your lustful motivations. The same ones that had begun in innocuous ‘accidents’ over this last summer. 

The slip of your bikini when moving to or from the pool. The salacious stories of past lovers and the souvenir left behind of your talented reputation spoken just outside his office. Finally, a late night observation with the bathroom door left ajar and his curious gaze taking sight of exposed skin you’d teased every chance you were allowed. All of that had led to this final test of his distant intrigue to what you offered. That silent beckoning left behind with each venture to garner his attention. And tonight, you made it evident…

Your fingers ran through his hair as his tongue made circles between your lower lips. Quick gasps made from your lips acted in validation to your competitive silence while his name was on the very edge of your trembling mouth. But as you felt this nameless Kook made his best efforts to be memorable in your string of reiterations of fleeting orgasms, all you could picture was the eldest Cameron. 

His lips. His tongue. His fingers. His breath against your thigh as you climbed to that edge you’d only ever been able to achieve in thinking of him. Visions conceived to such a depth that you could even smell his cologne and-

The sound of your name pulled your eyes wide to the sound. It was rare in which fear came through your veins, most instances where an eye roll would be enough to be left isolated in your privileged existence. But when Ward spoke your name with such parental authority, your skin chilled to further char your own daddy issues embedding deeper to needing his approval. 

“Can you give us a minute?” He questioned your male companion,  a handsome trust fund kid, as frightened as you hid. Without questioning Ward, he left you behind without so much as a look of apology, as you wore your palms to the rim of his desk. Almost as if to tease him, you corrected the items on his desk that had fallen from you having been moved rather violently over the surface, turning back towards him. 

“Mister Cameron-”

“I thought you were a smart girl…A bright future ahead of you-” 

“You can spare me the lecture, Mister Cameron. I’m on the pill.” You chucked your tongue as he scoffed in disbelief. The anger, confusion, and lust, molded together behind his darkened gaze as you bit your bottom lip when realizing they were all directed at you. He was struggling to act. Struggling to claim. And you hoped he would succumb.

“You’re better than this.”

“I’m really not…” You slipped over the edge of his desk, legs crossed as you were supported by the mahogany surface. Collecting some statuette in your grasp, you began to pick at its edges, occasionally looking at him from beneath heavy lashes. 

“I always get what I want…and-”

“You want him? A reputation? You’ve got both. You’ve made your point.” But to this, you set the statue at your side and leaned closer to him. 

“Do I have your attention, Mister Cameron?”

He cocked his jaw to the side, every struggling nerve of his body to silence you into submission now visible in his expression. 

“THAT is my point. I wanted you to see me. I want you to know…” You uncrossed your legs. 

“Aren’t you curious? I see you watching me….Don’t you want to know what he does?” Ward’s eyes narrowed. 

“How I taste?” You possessed your bottom lip between your bite, his jaw clenching at the sight. 

“He says I’m sweet but…I think we both know I’m not.” His response came to that of the echo of the lock from his back. The metallic chime making your heart leap as he moved to you, disposing of his cufflinks to the small table beside the entrance to the office as you grinned widely. Victory tasted on the edge of your smile as you watched him close the gap between you more and more until he came to your thighs. 

Furthering them apart by the insertion of his own hips, he was careful at your bare skin, tracing just beneath your skirt, before rising higher. Your arms were next to know his touch, your eyes closing slightly, before shooting open to the grip suddenly made in your hair. 

“Good girls deserve rewards. You’re nothing but a spoiled little brat. Teasing. Flaunting. Offering yourself to anyone just to get my attention. And you think I’m a simple man who just needs to see what you can offer and I’ll be set to throw myself at your feet. But your body isn’t the first I’ve seen…And from what I hear, it’s not exclusive to one person…” He took hold of your wrist, your breath shallow to his touch. 

“So if you want this…you’re going to earn it for the first time in your life. Not have it handed to you.” He practically discarded you to the floor, your nose brushing his zipper. 

“Start with the bikinis. Convince me why I shouldn’t burn every one you own…” Your eyes remained to him as you moved your fingers gingerly to his zipper. 

“Teeth. Whores don’t get the luxuries as if they’re good girls. You’re dirty. I don’t want that on me. So use your fucking teeth.” You swallowed hard before nodding, the grip in your hair tightening before you managed to successfully expose him to you with the help he offered with the exposure of his unbuttoned disc. 

“I know it’ll be hard not to take it all the way because guys your age want the quick fuck…But you’re gonna take your time. You’re gonna cry. Gag. Maybe even plead. But you’re going to earn it.” He released himself to you, the sight of his stiff cock in his hand at your disposal made your tongue dampen the part of your lips. 

“You’re so fucking desperate you’d probably get off just getting ME off…right?” You slowly nodded, his grip forcing your head to such an angle that his knuckles came to rest nearly brushing your back. 

“Take. Your. Time. You’ve already wasted enough of mine.” He set himself at your lips as you took him in slow succession. As if a virgin’s introduction to a new cock, you felt him inch deeper and deeper until you reacted. A retch making his face illuminate to know your discomfort due to him. 

“Slow.” He spoke one final time in remembrance before watching you press well beyond your reflex to please him. 

“It’s a shame you have a whore’s mouth but such pretty eyes. Lucky for me, I get both.” your eyes screwed shut for just a moment as he tightened the grip further as you winced. The vibrations making him shift as he guided himself even deeper, holding himself there. 

“You wanted this. You seduced. YOU brought him to my office hoping I’d find you. So you’re going to show me why I should consider risking my reputation for such a dirty little slut…More than how you can stay quiet with my cock…I know you’ve done that for half of the island-” Your eyes narrowed as he scoffed, “Don’t act offended. You love that you have all that experience. So use it.” He spat, allowing you to breathe just long enough to appreciate his absence before he thrust himself back into you. 

Your knees became sore quickly, but paled in comparison to the discomfort of the stretch he made to your throat. Battering motions to and from your neck had sent your eyes to roll in repetition, always corrected by a renewed grip in your locks, that were now disheveled enough to make this interaction evident. If the drool dripping from your chin or tears staining your cheeks and ruining your mascara had not, then the way your hair had been pulled was a tattle to your sultry moment. 

“You taste it? Taste what should already be inside of you?” You nodded. 

“You want it?” He withdrew you, a gasp breaking the silence, as you nodded viciously. Your fingers came to rest on his thighs, digging into his thighs as he scoffed at the sight. 

“Then beg for it.” But as much as you wanted that release pulsating between your thighs, ruining your poor excuse for panties, you favored the game a bit more. The way you could sense the delayed satisfaction would be worth the pain leading to it. So for this, you resisted. 

“You know…That boy you had in here…I could have whoever his father is lose his job overnight. No more parties. No more rendevouz in my office. Not to mention what I could do to him…And I’m sure his father would thank me…” You shrugged. 

“I don’t even know his name.”

“You’re proud to be a whore? You take it on your knees well enough like one…”

“I like how a man sounds when he comes because of me. Knowing I had power over him. Over you.” He pulled you abruptly to your feet. 

“You had boys before…Let me show you how a man fucks.” You were turned away from him, skirt lifted in a bunch around your waist, as he pulled your panties down in a forgotten sweep. Without a care to tease your clit or prepare you for the stretch he would offer, he was suddenly inside of you. Your mouth pulled wide and your eyes rolled back, as he took hold of your neck. 

“You come when I say. Be a good girl and I’ll do it first-” You attempted to speak against him. His fingers wrapping deeper to your neck had made this impossible. 

“You’ve made your point clear. Let me make mine.” He offered one brutal thrust following each point. A gasp acting as the only thing possible response to such a sensation drawing you further to your sexual descent. 

“Nobody else gets to know how you sound. Or feel.” Your nails tore into his wrists, one at your hip in a spread to keep you against him and the other at your throat. 

“You do not decide when this happens. I do.” He growled into your ear, your eyes rolling closed once again after having opened to that first thrust. 

“And if you want to come. You will learn to behave. And ask really pretty so I know you mean it…So ask.” Before you could, his hand from your hip came to your breast. The shirt worn made your nipples easily accessible over the fabric. For that, he didn’t even need to reach beneath to have you thrusting against him. 

“Jesus, you’re needy. We’ll work on that first.”

“Mister Cameron-” He turned you to face him, circling your nipple as he spoke to you, thrusts stilled for the moment, but his shaft remaining within. A flex with every few words making your eyes twitch or your lips part in response. 

“You call me one thing when I’m inside of you…When I’m making you realize you need to behave…that you want to. You know… I know you do…”

“Daddy…please…” 

“I can’t hear you. You’re too fucking wet…” You groaned as his fingers came to your clit, lowering from your breast, and abandoning one sensation to replace it with another. Your hips bucked as he was quick to correct them, before he began a pace once again. 

“Repeat my rules to me and you get to come. Show me you can listen. Show me you can be my good girl…I know deep down you want to…” Your mind became a scrambled mess of everything he’d ever spoken to you as your pleasure depended on your recent focus. But where you went to speak, he would patronize you. 

“Poor girl too desperate to talk? Maybe you’re too immature to come-” He threatened to pull out as your nails wrapped at his hips from behind. 

“No-Nobody else…”

“Nobody else what?”

“Knows how I sound or feel..” You spoke quickly.

“That was an easy one…”

“I need to behave if I wanna-” You were close. Your body nearly caving in on itself as you trembled between his arms. 

“Want to what?”

“Daddy…daddy please, that feels SO good…I’m so fucking close for you…”

“And I know I’m not the only one you’ve said that to…Maybe the only one you've meant it for…”

“It’s always been you-” He scoffed.

“Then show me. You missed one of my rules. Say it and you get to come. Otherwise I’m edging you until I’ve had enough…And I can stay inside you all night, sweetheart…” You whined, your mind quickly flashing through the interaction. 

“Better hurry, God, you’re about to come…It’d be a shame that someone would-” 

“AHHH! DADDY PLEEEEEAAASE!” You whined. 

“No matter how sweet you sound…you have to show me you’ve learned…” 

Suddenly as if an epiphany, it appeared in your mind. “You decide when it happens-”

“Ironic that’s the one you couldn’t remember, isn’t it?” He breathed in a deep huff before behind you slightly over his desk. His fingers set between yours until he could buck into you without any slack betwixt your mutually perspiring bodies. 

“Show me you can come quietly.” He spoke one final order as the desk rattled before you. Deep thrusts quickly climbing into needy depths and retractions before you groaned and whimpered before him. His white knuckled grips made your eyes roll closed in finality before he began to gasp at your shoulder. 

“Daddy…” You offered that final pull necessary to unleash himself into you. But the second you felt his smirk at your neck, his fingers returned to your clit, harder and faster. 

“You’re still gonna come on my cock, sweetheart. Even if you don’t deserve it. This one time…daddy…will show you mercy.” You bit the inside of your lips closed in an attempt to be silent. That initial tightness of a pending orgasm brought your fingers to grip at him. 

“Let me see…” He guided your jaw to face him, his lips teasing your own as he refused to commit to the kiss you pleaded for. 

“You look so pretty when you’re about to come. Might be just enough to make me forgive you for thinking anyone else could ever be better than this. Because he couldn't make you come and we both know it. I’ll do it with just my fingers-” Suddenly he withdrew his cock, keeping it between your legs from behind, but no longer inside of you. 

“I want to feel you drip.” He almost spat as he pulled your hair to such a way to where your head came to rest on his shoulder. 

“Fuck!” You gasped at that rise of pleasure. 

“Do you want to come?”

“Please!” You gasped. 

“Then come.” He ordered as your screwed shut as your lips pulled wide, his words activating or orgasm as you trembled over him. 

“DADDY!” You shuddered before he continued. 

“Keep going-”

“It’s-”

“KEEP. GOING.” He watched you thrust into him, whimpers and curses of his title beneath your labored breathing. 

“There it is…mmm…” He now withdrew his cock, setting it back behind his belt as you turned to witness the buckle come to a close as he’d redressed. 

“Unless you want trouble, make yourself presentable and act like you aren’t such a whore for five minutes…” You offered a weak nod. 

“Good girl.” He teased a kiss before abandoning you entirely. But as he turned, a wicked smirk came across your face. 

All from a single lie spoken before he’d even touched you. 

You weren’t on birth control. 

You’d seduced him as you’d planned. 

Now all you had to do was wait. 

Wait to know if it worked. 

If you would carry his child. 

If you would no longer need to feign smiles to those near your social class all for a future you didn’t want to work for. After all, what was nine months compared to a lifetime of a champagne existence you were so close to losing?

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking (cigarettes), mentions of drugs (weed) word count: 3.3k a/n: the italics are a flashback to allie and layla in their gym class btw! love you guys <3

pov: layla

I decided to stay home from school for the rest of the week, I just didn't have the energy to endure the looks people would give me. The whispering during my last two subjects after Matt and I came back at lunch was already too much and it was worse in gym when Allie stuck to her word and paired up with me.

She seemed nice, much nicer than Mia was to me. She talked my ear off the whole lesson but I didn't mind because then I didn't have to talk.

"Don't worry about Mia, by the way. She can be really bitchy at times but she just doesn't like change. I promise she is usually a lot nicer," Allie rambled as we walked around the gym as a warm-up, "It was kinda funny though. No one ever really stands up to her when she gets bitchy because everyone's scared that her dad will arrest them."

Oh, I've met her dad.

"Matt also stood up for you after you left. I trust Matt's opinion on people, he's kinda my scapegoat when it comes to talking to people. I told him to start talking to you like three weeks ago so I could ask you to hang out. I just get nervous talking to people I don't know sometimes."

You don't seem nervous now, motor mouth.

"Sorry if I'm rambling a lot. I'm just really glad you decided to pair up with me because I've been paired with Mia for like the past 2 years. It's nice to have a new friend. It's not like I don't like my friends but Mia is my only girl friend and the guys are such guys sometimes it drives me mad. You get your nails done?"

I shook my head no before she continued, "We should go get our nails done sometime. My shout of course, I'm not gonna force you to get your nails done as well as make you pay."

She was a ray of sunshine and I was sure people were confused as someone as sweet as her was talking to someone like me who looked like they had a constant rain cloud over their head. I found myself amused by her rambling and I decided that it wouldn't be the worst thing to talk to her every now and then.

I spent the rest of my week smoking weed when my father wasn't home and drawing on the last few pages of my sketchbook. The time passed quickly considering I slept for most of the days. Suddenly it was Friday afternoon and I heard a knock at my front door.

I paused my music, frowning when I looked at the clock to see it was 3:30. It was far too early for my dad to be home so I grabbed the metal bat that was lying on the bottom of my underwear drawer, sneaking towards the door silently. Another round of light knocks were placed on the door and I crept up to it before looking through the peephole.

My tense shoulders slumped as I looked at two people with the same face and their familiar brown hair. I unlocked the deadbolt on the door as well as the regular lock before I swung the door open.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, leaning my left hand on the handle of the bat now that the other end was placed on the floor.

"Hi to you too," Chris mumbled as he looked side to side, clearly tense to be in South End as Matt smiled at me.

"I figured you would forget about the game. Decided to come earlier in case you were ready which..." he looked down at my outfit which was my small sleep shorts and an old ratty t-shirt, "I don't think you are?"

"You didn't say it was this Friday!" I frowned and Chris looked down at the bat I was leaning on before shaking his head.

"Good thing I came early then," Matt smirked at me and I chewed at my lip. I tapped the bat on the ground as I thought making Chris look at me again.

"Calm down. I'm not gonna use it on you," I deadpanned to Chris and he just shrugged, looking back out at the street. I felt a nervousness in my chest because they were at my house but I knew if they stayed on the porch or in their car, someone would try something. So I reluctantly said, "Come in."

"We can wait in the ca-"

I cut off Matt quickly, "Get inside now." They looked at each other in surprise before shuffling past me and I closed the door behind them before saying, "Do you have anything valuable in your car? Phone, wallet, laptop?"

They both shook their heads and I locked both of the locks on the door before I spun around to face them again.

"Why?" Chris asked and I tilted my head, giving him an unimpressed look.

"I'll just say you're lucky you drive a fucking soccer mom car or it would be broken into within 15 minutes," I answered blandly and they seemed somewhat shocked but didn't talk, "Come on."

I walked down the hall towards my room, slipping inside and they followed shortly behind me.

"We could've waited on the couch," Matt said as I closed the door of my bedroom and raised my eyebrows.

"If my dad came home and you were sitting on the couch, say goodbye to hockey for the rest of your life," I replied dryly and he pursed his lips, "If he comes home, you will just have to go out my window and jump the fence around the side of the house."

"You don't know when he's coming home?" Chris asked as he leaned against the wall beside my mattress and I shook my head. I was suddenly very conscious that I had the two most loved boys in our school standing in my dirty bedroom. I looked around my room, realising that I looked like I lived in a trap house with my mattress on the floor, empty beer bottles in the corner of my room with cigarettes stuck in them and clothes all over the floor.

"Sorry about the mess. No one ever comes over," I mumbled as I moved a couple clothes off of my mattress, "Sit wherever. Just don't look over here because I'm gonna get changed."

I travelled to the corner of my room where my chest of drawers sat and I saw them both turn to face away from me quickly. After placing the bat beside the drawers, I pulled out black baggy jeans, took off my shorts quickly and slid them on. I then took off my old T-shirt and slid on a baby blue hoodie. I didn't bother putting on a shirt since it would be cold at the game and I wouldn't have to take my hoodie off at any point.

"I'm dressed," I let them know as I grabbed my boots off of the floor, sitting down next to my dresser so I could slide them on easily. I looked up to see both of them sitting on my mattress, looking around my room. Their expressions were unreadable as they looked around my room.

"I like your posters," Chris spoke up and I looked to the wall above my mattress where my Bob Marley, Frank Ocean and Kurt Cobain posters were hung.

"Thanks," I answered, a half-hearted smile being sent his way which he reciprocated, "When do we have to leave by?"

"Four," Matt answered and I nodded, checking the time to see it was 3:40. I hopped off of the floor, walked over to my desk and sat down on the old desk chair.

I scribbled some eyeliner on my eyes before smudging it with my finger and then putting mascara on. I grabbed my lip balm, placing it on my lips before I ran a hand through my curly hair. I grabbed the white beanie that was thrown onto the floor, sliding it onto my head. I jumped up from the seat, grabbed my leather jacket that was hanging over the back of the chair and slid it on.

"Do I need to bring anything?" I asked, having no clue what else to bring to a hockey game.

"Just your team spirit," Chris cheered sarcastically and I tilted my head with an amused look on my face.

"I'm not a cheerleader for a reason," I answered and he shrugged, a small smile on his lips.

"Doesn't mean you shouldn't cheer when we win," he retorted and I nodded in agreement.

"I'm good as long as I'm not expected to start screaming 'Go Bats go!' like an idiot," I did a small jump when I said the slogan that I heard all the cheerleaders say proudly and Matt laughed in response as Chris shook his head with a smile.

"You wanna get food on the way?" Matt asked and I shook my head in response.

"I'm good, I just ate," I explained and he nodded, quickly checking his phone.

"We should probably go," he said, turning his phone to me to see that it was 3:55. I couldn't believe another 15 minutes had passed so quickly but I nodded. Making sure I had my phone, cigarettes, lighter and keys in my pocket, I swung the bedroom door open as Matt and Chris followed behind me. I unlocked the front door swinging it open and motioning for Chris and Matt to go outside.

They walked past me and walked to their car as I turned around to lock the door with my keys. After triple-checking the door, I wandered down the driveway to the minivan. I noticed that Matt was always the one to drive and Chris was seated in the passenger seat, phone already plugged into the aux.

I slid the back door open, jumping inside before I closed the door behind me. As I buckled myself in, Matt started the car and Chris played a song by Lil Skies.

"We good?" Matt asked, looking at me in the rearview mirror and I nodded before he spun around to look at me, "I didn't even have to remind you about your seatbelt, so proud."

"Start driving before I change my mind and go back to the comfort of my bed," I smiled slightly and he beamed back at me before he spun around and we took off down the street.

Within 5 minutes, we were in the parking lot and Chris was wriggling his body along to the beat of the next Lil Skies song. I could take a wild guess as to who his favourite artist is.

Matt turned the music down, earning a glare from Chris but he turned around to look at me ignoring his brother for a moment, "You waiting in the car or coming in?"

"I'm gonna have a smoke first then I'll come in," I explained and he nodded before turning off the car.

"You head in. I'll be there in a sec," Matt told Chris who was clicking away on his phone. With a nod, he jumped out of the car and walked around to the back of the car.

"You want me to take your shit inside?" Chris called from the trunk as I turned around to see Chris lugging his huge duffle bag full of hockey shit.

"Nah I got it," Matt called back to him and Chris raised his eyebrows as he leaned into the trunk again.

"Don't start fuckin in the car or I swear to god," he deadpanned before slamming the trunk closed and I saw him start walking towards the building.

"Sorry about him," Matt mumbled apologetically and I shrugged as I turned to face him.

"It's fine. Wouldn't expect anything less," I told him with an amused smirk making him shake his head, a smile creeping onto his lips, "Are you gonna go inside?"

"I'll wait for you to finish and then I'll show you where to sit inside," he explained and I nodded before hopping out of the car. I closed the door behind me before leaning against the car, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between my lips before lighting it. I heard Matt's door open and close before he rounded the car to get to the trunk.

As I began smoking my cigarette, a car pulled into the space next to Matt's and a few moments passed before Nate and Allie appeared out of the car.

"Hey! Matt told me you were coming," Allie beamed at me and I observed her outfit, feeling strange to see her out of her usual cheer or gym attire. Instead, she had blue jeans, a black puffer jacket with a blue beanie on and black and white vans.

"He failed to mention the game was this Friday," I told her and she rolled her eyes as Nate waved at me. I sent him a wave back with the hand that held my cigarette before I took another puff.

"Is Nick coming?" Nate asked and Matt appeared beside me, duffle bag over his shoulder.

"Nah. He said something about doing homework tonight. Chris is already inside," Matt explained with a shrug as Nate rounded the back of his car and popped the trunk open, grabbing a duffle bag of his own hockey gear.

"You coming in?" Allie asked me and I held the cigarette up.

"When I finish this," I told her, a smile tugging at my lips at her beaming personality.

"See you guys in there!" Nate called as he started walking towards the building with Allie following behind him.

"Is Miss Cheer herself coming?" I asked Matt once Allie and Nate were out of earshot and he shrugged, moving to stand in front of me as he adjusted the bag on his shoulder.

"No clue. She usually shows up late if she comes though," he told me honestly and I nodded, noticing my cigarette almost being done. I quickly finished it before dropping it onto the ground and squishing it underneath my foot. I went to push away from the car but Matt stopped me by saying, "Hold up."

"What?" I asked, confusion written on my face. He held his hand up before he dropped his duffle bag to the ground and squatted down to rummage through one of the smaller pockets.

He pulled out a small pot of black face paint and a brush before standing back up, "Move your hair."

"What are you doing?" I squinted at him as he opened the pot of black face paint and he smiled at me.

"Just trust me," he shrugged and I squinted my eyes at him for a moment before I tucked my hair behind my ears. I tilted my head back as I peered up at him and he dipped the brush into the pot before he started painting my right cheek.

"If you're drawing a dick on my face I'll kill you with my bare hands, Matthew," I mumbled, trying not to move my mouth much as his tongue poked out between his lips in concentration.

"If I was gonna do that..." he trailed off before leaning back with a smile, "I'd use a sharpie."

"What did you do?" I asked and he just shrugged as he closed the pot again, sliding it back into his bag before swinging it over his shoulder again. I slipped my phone out of my pocket, opening the front camera to see he had painted the number 81 on my cheek, "What does this mean?"

"You'll see," he shrugged with a smirk and I frowned as he started to walk backwards before he tilted his head towards the building, "Come on. I gotta warm up."

I pushed away from the car, trailing behind him as we walked towards the entrance. He swung the door open, standing behind it as he let me walk in first. We walked through the front area, some of his teammates being gathered around to grab snacks or energy drinks.

"Matty B!" one of the guys called who I recognised as Daniel and he jogged over to us as Matt paused, dapping him up quickly, "Who's this?"

"Layla, Daniel. Daniel, Layla," Matt introduced us and I just nodded at Daniel, not surprised that he didn't know my name.

"No Mia?" he asked Matt and Matt just shrugged in response.

"She's being weird. I don't know dude," Matt answered before he looked towards the rest of their team, "You guys gotta hurry up. We have 45 to warm up."

"Sir, yes, sir," Daniel sent Matt a salute before he started walking backwards and looked at me, "Nice to meet you, princess."

I sent him another nod before Matt started walking towards the doors of the rink, "Ignore Dan. He'll try to fuck anything with legs."

"Don't worry, Captain. I don't do goalies," I smirked and he chuckled in response, holding the door open to the rink for me to enter first again. I walked in, the cold air hitting my cheeks making me shiver.

"Layla!" I heard Allie's chirpy voice call out from the bleachers and I looked to my left to see her sitting front and centre, I sent her a small wave as I started to walk over to her with Matt following behind me.

"I gotta go get ready but are you good to sit with Allie?" Matt asked me and I turned my head to look at him now that he was on my right and I nodded.

"Yeah. Go make sure your hair is nice before you play," I joked as he rolled his eyes, pushing my shoulder slightly before spinning around to walk backwards while I paused at the steps that led up to where Allie was seated, "Break a leg, pretty boy."

"Thanks, pretty girl," he smirked at me and I bit my lip to hide my smile as he spun back around and walked into the locker room at the end of the rink. I shook my head to get rid of my smile as I walked up a few steps before sitting down next to Allie.

She smirked at me and I gave her a confused expression, "What?"

"Nothing," she hummed, her smirk turning into a smile as she looked out onto the ice. She pulled a packet of Sour Patch Kids out from her small handbag that I hadn't even noticed before she pulled open the packet, "You want one?"

"Sure," I shrugged, picking out a couple before throwing them into my mouth and her actions followed mine.

"So you and Matt..." she trailed off and I looked back at her as she smiled at me.

"Me and Matt?" I questioned, waiting for her to continue.

"You guys are cute," she shrugged, a genuine joy spread across her face and I let my mouth fall open.

"Uh... I don't even know if we're friends let alone anything else," I told her honestly and she rolled her eyes playfully before she hummed.

"Matt doesn't talk to just anyone. If he's asking you to come to his games clearly he wants you around," she told me as if it were obvious and I shrugged as I chewed on my lip. A few players from the other team skated onto the ice with their full gear, doing laps around the ice lazily.

"I don't think Chris and Nick like me though. His brothers' opinions probably mean a lot to him," I answered, looking at the players skating in circles. A couple players from Matt's team slid onto the ice as they started doing the same as the opposition.

"Chris is just focused on other shit. Nick tends to stick to himself a lot so just give them both time," she tried to reassure me and I looked back to her before she continued, "Besides, I like you so they're not getting rid of you that easily while I'm around."

"What about Mia?" I asked, genuinely curious as to how heavily Mia's opinion influenced her friends.

Allie sighed as she looked out at the rink, "Mia will figure it out. I don't know why she's being so weird about it. I think it's because she's protective over us."

"Matt's the one that came to me. I don't know why she was acting like I'm tryna break up your entire friend group," I mumbled as I looked out onto the ice to see a couple more players.

Only then did I realise that number 81 with a small C on the chest of his blue and white jersey was skating around the rink and it was none other than Matthew Sturniolo.

[kennahjune]

PART 4 of S3 STEDDIE

Hop on board cause I’m making no promises of this being the last part

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…

True to his word, Eddie showed up to the shop around 10 with the Jeff and Gareth. And someone Steve didn’t quite know.

Steve chuckled as he watched the kids crowd him, all of them talking a mile a minute. Steve had informed them happily about Eddie’s DND background the previous night, and Lucas, Mike and Will were quick to jump on board.

El came to stand next to him behind the counter, quickly taking the open stool left behind there for employees.

“Too loud for you?”

El nodded.

“Yeah.” Steve chuckled. “They get like that. It’s pretty sweet, actually.”

El nodded.

Steve ruffled her hair and stepped out of the store to gather the shitheads.

“Hey, hey!” Steve clapped his hands. “Inside all of you! Let the guys in before you hound them!”

Will and Lucas both scurried inside, eager to hear more about DND and the weird shit that goes down in the trailer park. Steve huffed and looked pointedly at Max and Mike, who were loitering.

“You both to. Inside.”

They huffed and rolled their eyes, but made no arguments the second time around.

The guys walked in to, Steve moving out of their way as they all waved friendly hellos.

Eddie stayed by the door with Steve, both basking in silence and the chatter from inside the store.

Steve turned to Eddie. “Hey, uh, I get off of here at 2, and I have to drop the kids off, but um— I was wondering if you wanted to maybe come by afterwards?” Steve refused to look Eddie in the eye and anywhere in the face for that matter. His gaze remained on the floor of Scoops Ahoy while he picked at his bottom lip. He really needed some new chapstick.

Eddie bumped shoulders with him and Steve rocked with the hit. “Totally, Stevie. Why don’t you come by to mine, huh? I can even pick you up at 3?”

Steve did look at him this time, his eyes shining and picking up the nervous grin and bashful blush. Steve grinned merrily and held back a squeal and a clap. “Sure! Of course— totally, that works, uh— 3 then?”

“You got it sweetheart. I’ll see you at the 3.”

And with that, Eddie called the guys over and they all left. Steve finally let out that squeal and clap.

“Steve are you going on a date with Eddie!?”

Oh man.

…

“Eddie are you going on a date with Steve!?”

Oh man.

“No, Gare-bear. We’re just hanging out at the trailer later.” Eddie denied and denied. He snatched Gareth’s paper bowl of ice cream and took a bite. Gareth huffed and crossed his arms, mumbling about him owing 3 dollars.

“‘Not a date’ he says, and yet Harrington had him twirling his hair and smiling like a middle school girl,” Jeff taunted, giving Gareth his own ice cream to make up for his new lack.

Gareth took the ice cream with a grin and thanks.

“Shut it. I was not twirling my hair.” He so was. Still is, actually.

Brian scoffed. “Dude, get over yourself. You’re clearly into him— and from the looks of it he’s into you! What’s so wrong with saying that?”

Eddie frowned and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Cause I kind of wanted him to be an asshole.”

Jeff raised and eyebrow, stealing a bite of Brian’s ice cream.

“Like—“ Eddie waved a hand in the air. “—he was an asshole in high school, but also, not really? He never actually did anything to anyone. Barely even laughed. He was just bitchy, now that I look back on it. And I guess there was some part of me that wanted him to be an asshole so that I didn’t seem like a dick for hating him.”

“But you don’t hate him.” Gareth pointed out with his ice cream spoon.

Eddie scoffed and flailed his arms to turn around. “Yeah well— I don’t know!”

“You literally just asked him on a date?” criticized Brian.

“It’s not a date! We’re literally just hanging out!” Eddie continued walking backwards out of the mall.

“Yeah,” Jeff rolled his eyes. “You guys are ‘hanging out’ but he’s coming to your place at 3 and just the mere idea of it has you not only red in the face but so flustered you trip.”

“What?” Eddie asked incredulously. “I didn’t tri—“

He tripped over a curb in the sidewalk.

Gareth spit out his ice cream laughing at him. At least it didn’t get on Eddie this time.

Whatever.

It wasn’t a date.

…

It wasn’t a date.

But Steve was getting ready for it like it was.

Max and Mike were on his bed. Neither really wanted to go home and decided to stick at Steve’s for a bit longer. Steve let them, but he called Jonathan over beforehand to keep an eye on them. It got him an eye roll from both of them but it was whatever.

Mike and Max were sifting through the shirts he’d pulled out from his closet.

“You don’t have anything.. I dunno, darker?” asked Max.

Mike scoffed. “Don’t even. Eddie’s clearly into the pastel shit Steve wears.”

“I don’t see why.”

“Yeah well not everyone wants to look like a walking traffic cone.”

Max threw a polo at his face.

“Do you have any of those sweaters you used to wear with Nancy?” Asked Mike.

“What about that light blue one Nancy got you for Christmas last year?” Asked Jonathan from the bedroom doorway. They all jumped at the sudden intrusion.

“Christ, Byers!” screamed Mike.

“Don’t ‘Byers’ me, Wheeler. I’ll take your crayons.”

Mike stuck his tongue out.

“I don’t have the sweater right now, it needs washed.” Steve answered. He’d gotten batter on it when he was baking with Joyce and El a while back.

Mike bypassed him and looked through his closet. Steve let him. He knew he’d be missing a couple of button ups later (they all stole each others clothes one way or another) but it was whatever.

Jonathan joined Max on the bed.

“What about these jeans?” Jonathan held up a pair of light wash blue jeans that Steve still fit from junior year. Well— “fit” was putting it lightly. They squeezed around his ass and thighs a lot more than they used to. But maybe that was what he needed tonight.

“Yeah, those work.”

“These to!” Steve barely caught the shirts— plural— that were thrown at him from Mike. The first was one of his many white tank tops. He threw it on without much thought and examined the second shirt. This one was one of his more rare shirts; a short sleeve, light brown, flannel button up.

“Put it on, doffus.” Mike waved his hand at him in a scarily similar way to Erica. Steve wondered briefly if Erica got it from Mike or if Mike got it from Erica.

Steve put the shirt on and buttoned only the bottom button. He tucked it in the jeans very loosely.

It was oddly perfect.

“Now go change! Maybe I can do your eyeliner!” Max shoved him away.

Steve scoffed. There was no way he was letting her do his eyeliner.

.

Steve let her do his eyeliner.

It was painful. Max poked him in the eye with the pen at least 3 times and he kept having to remind himself that he couldn’t rub at his eyes unless he wanted to ruin it and go looking like a raccoon.

It was a pretty subtle touch, actually. Max and Mike made sure to keep it light while Jonathan watched from his desk chair. Mike even let Max do his eyeliner. The eyeliner brought just enough attention to his eyes but also distracted from his ungodly eye bags. He needed to buy some more concealer soon. Max offered hers but they aren’t the same shade.

Jonathan even convinced him to put in his diamond studs. Which sent Max and Mike into a frenzy about his ears being pierced. He’d gotten them done as a baby because his mom wanted them done but his dad refused to let him wear earrings.

Mike whined about wanting his ears pierced for a while.

In the end, Steve was happy with his new look.

Max and Mike stared at him, examining.

“I love it.”

“It suits you, oddly enough.”

“Happy to please.” Steve gave a dorky bow. Max and Mike scoffed.

“You look amazing, Steve. Before you go I do want a picture though.” Jonathan held up his camera.

“A picture? What for?”

“You’re first date with a guy, duh!” Yelled Max. Mike snickered.

Steve flushed. But in the end he let Jonathan take the picture.

That was when the doorbell rang.

…

It wasn’t a date.

But of course Eddie was treating it like one.

Which is why he sat with Gareth, Brian and Jeff in his room, rifling through his drawers for something half-decent while they tried their bests to pick up the absolute wreck of a room.

“Dude I promise he’ll like you in anything you wear. Seriously.” Reassured Jeff.

“I know I know! But I want a shirt that’s at least clean!” Exclaimed Eddie over the racket of Metallica playing from his radio.

Gareth and Brian shared a look.

“Eddie. Park your ass.” Gareth demanded.

Eddie opened his mouth.

“Park your ass right the fuck now.” Gareth snapped his fingers and pointed to the bed. Eddie huffed and sat like a dog. Gareth was scary when he was mad.

“Now listen. You’re fine. You have like half an hour before you have to pick him up. All you really need is a shirt and a pair of jeans that don’t smell odd.” Gareth went to take Eddie place rifling through his dresser. “Boom.”

The jeans he threw at Eddie were black (like all his jeans) and had rips in the knees. The shirt was a simple, white, used-to-be-t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and the entire thing cropped to just above his bellybutton. Not to mention all the holes in it from getting caught in fences and just deciding to take scissors to it one day. The black Metallica symbol was well faded with time and love.

Eddie deemed it good enough and changed quickly.

“Now.” Gareth clapped his hands. “Put your hair up in a bun, get it off your neck. But not a high bun, just right behind your head. Hang on lemme—“

Eddie, Jeff and Brian let Gareth do his thing. Surprise surprise; Gareth had actually been on his fair share of dates. A lot more than the rest of them anyway. And whatever the hell he was doing seemed to be working so fuck it.

Putting his hair up showed off where Eddie had pierced his ears all the way up, and the multiple studs and hoops going through the holes. Honestly it was refreshing getting his hair off his ears— strands kept getting caught in his earrings.

Jeff grabbed Eddie’s jewelry box from his dresser and sat down with it on his bed. Eddie stood in front of him while he attached chains to his belt loops for him.

Brian helped him clip a couple of silver necklaces and chains on as well and Gareth convinced him to put in his earrings and piercing. And soon enough Eddie was a menace to metal detectors around the world.

And right on time to.

Eddie rushed to put on his extremely worn out converse before running out the door with the other guys.

Gareth was dropped off first, then Brian. Then it was just Jeff and Eddie in the van while he drove.

“You’re gonna do great, man.” Jeff reassured. Eddie sighed.

“I know. I know that— but it’s like. Seriously nerve racking. Like I’ve been on little to no dates in my life but hanging out with Steve Harrington? Jeez.”

“Why are you so nervous? Make a move tonight! Ask him out for real this time man. I’m like 100% sure he’ll say yes.”

“Yeah but asking out Steve is like asking out a single mother. You don’t only have to lover her but the kids as well.”

“Those twerps?”

“Those ‘twerps’ were the subject of several of our conversations yesterday because of how much Steve loves them. I haven’t even met all of them apparently!”

Jeff laughed just as Eddie pulled up to his house. “You do you man. All I’m saying is make a damn move. Cause if you don’t, I will.”

Jeff got out of the car cackling while Eddie yelled at him from the drivers seat.

…

Steve opened the door and nearly fell over in astonishment.

Holy shit?

“Holy shit?”

Eddie grinned down at him. “‘Holy shit’ what, Harrington?”

“I— you— um. Uh.”

“Jesus, this is pathetic, Steve!” Mike yelled from the couch.

Steve hushed him harshly over his shoulder. He turned back to Eddie so quickly his bangs hit him in the face. “Sorry! Sorry. Mike and Max insisted on staying over for a bit. Come inside for a moment? I still have to grab a few things.” he smiled nervously and apologetically.

Eddie smiled back and accepted the invite in.

Steve is proud to say he only panicked a little. The back of his neck was moist with nerves and his hands were starting to get cold but he hasn’t burst into tears yet so he’ll consider it a win.

And honestly— with how Eddie showed up looking?— that’s such a fucking win.

God Steve wanted to to bite him.

Eddie made himself comfortable in the living room with Max and Mike while Steve dragged Jonathan upstairs to his room.

He closed the door maybe a little too loud but it’s fine. It’s whatever. What’s not whatever is the current impending breakdown over everything finally settling in.

“Steve. Sit down.”

He sat on the floor.

“That works.”

Jonathan sat right next to him and gathered him in his arms. “You’re ok. You looks amazing. Those jeans do wonders for your ass. I’m sure he thinks you look fucking fantastic. You’ve got this.”

And for a while that was how it went. Jonathan whispering small reassurances until Steve felt himself-enough to finally go back out there.

“God he looks so /good/, Jonathan! I wanna fucking bite him!” Steve put his head in his hands.

Jonathan smirked. “Save that for at least the third date, Steve.”

Steve groaned.

There was an insistent knocking on his bedroom door.

“If Steve’s done freaking out I think you guys should go soon!” yelled Mike from the other side.

Steve quickly stood with an uttered curse. The moment he walked back into the living room Eddie’s eyes seemed to lock on him.

Steve gulped.

…

Eddie gulped.

‘Holy shit’ was right.

Steve looked… he doesn’t even know. Ethereal? Divine? Like a fucking meal?

God Eddie wanted him.

And— Jesus Christ— was that eyeliner?

Steve Harrington was going to be the death of him. “Eddie Munson, 1965-1985, killed by the prettiest boy to ever walk this fucking Earth.”

Jesus H. Christ.

Steve invited him in and Eddie accepted. A smooth feeling of proudness and self-confidence flowing through him at the stuttered responses from Steve. Guess the guys were right. Though he’d never admit that to them.

The moment Steve closed the door behind him he was bounding off with Jonathan upstairs. Eddie tried not to think too much into /that/.

“He’s nervous.”

Eddie looked at Max.

“Nervous?”

“Hella. We’re talking 3 breakdowns and a panic attack nervous.” Confirmed Mike. “Dustin’s gonna be so pissed he missed Steve’s first date with a guy.”

Max snickered at that.

Eddie sputtered. “It isn’t—“

“—a date. Well I call bullshit. If you like Steve you take him out and you make him feel good, you hear me?” Max threatened.

Eddie put his hands up in surrender. “Nothing but the best for Stevie.”

Mike eyed him. The kid was actually kind of scary.

“You hurt him and I blow your fucking brains out.”

Jesus H. Christ. Steve Harrington control your kids.

Eddie sat on the other side of the living room from them.

When Mike went to go gather Steve and Jonathan after an impending 10 minutes, Eddie sat in momentary silence with Max.

“Mike means good. He’s a jackass but he’s been through some of the most with Steve.”

Eddie looked her in the eyes. “I promise on my weed stash and swear on my mothers grave that if hurt him neither of you will get a chance to fulfill your threats before I dig my own grave.”

Max snorted at that. Just as Steve came back, to.

Eddie’s eyes locked on him immediately, greedily drinking in the beautiful curve of waist and those plush thighs squeezed nicely by his jeans.

Eddie stood and gave a two-finger salute to Jonathan and waved off the kids. He and Steve were stepping out in no time.

“So— hang on. Are we gonna take my car or your van?” Steve asked Eddie once they’d stepped off the porch.

“Uhhhh,” Eddie hesitated for a second. “My van? And I can drop you off afterward.”

Steve nodded. “Okay. Okay cool.”

“Cool.”

They got in the van.

Steve demanded control over the music, claiming to refuse to listen to “that bullshit” the entire way (it was only a 10 minute drive, tops), but Eddie let him have it. Although he complained immediately about the Wham! Steve had put in. Steve dismissed him jokingly and sang along quietly to Careless Whisper.

Eddie chuckled and watched him out of the corner of his eye. It was quite the scene; Steve Harrington in his van, singing to Wham! while tapping on his thighs.

Eddie focused on the road.

…

Eddie pulled up to the trailer at the tail end of Killer Queen by, well, Queen.

Steve forced him to stay in the car until the end. Eddie found it stupidly endearing.

When they did finally leave the car for the trailer, Eddie remembered Wayne being home. He waved at the old man sitting in the recliner. Steve followed his example and waved as well.

“Hello, sir.”

Wayne clicked his tongue. “Don’t use that ‘sir’ bullshit on me, boy. I ain’t your daddy.”

“Oh! Sorry, Mr. Munson.”

“No—“

“C’mon, Stevie.” Eddie smirked.

Steve looked confused between Eddie and Wayne, before apologizing once more to Wayne and hurrying to follow Eddie to his room.

His room.

Steve held back a squeak. He was going to Eddie’s room! Oh man. He might pass out. Is he gonna pass out? Gosh that’d be embarrassing.

Eddie sat on the bed and patted next to him. Steve sat as well, but kept to the edge of the bed.

“Sorry, totally forgot Wayne didn’t have work for another hour.” Eddie rubbed the back of his neck.

Steve shrugged. He didn’t mind, really.

“So? What does the amazing Hair do in his free time?” Eddie’s asked, leaning his head in his propped hands and smirking at Steve.

“The amazing Hair carts around like 7 kids in his free time.”

Eddie snorted something ugly and Steve laughed at the noise.

.

Talking to Steve was easy.

Eddie never thought he’d find this kind of relaxation outside of his Corroded Coffin guys yet here he was, lighting up with Steve Harrington of all people while they traded banter like old friends.

It was one hell of a time.

Eddie’s regretful to say that they seemingly spent a good hour talking about other people instead of theirselves.

Steve waxed poetry on his kids, even as he gave each one a good hearted insult right along with the praise.

“Dustin’s a menace. The tone that boy has! I mean— sure he’s smart and a good kid but Jesus Christ someone needs to knock him down a notch!”

Eddie snorted, a plume of smoke coming out of his nose with it.

“And Mike can be downright insufferable sometimes. Don’t get me started on when he gangs up with Max. They’re fucking brutal.”

Steve was laying on his back on Eddie’s bed, his legs bent at the knees and were squished between himself and the wall. Eddie was right beside him, so close Steve’s head was practically in his lap.

He wouldn’t mind Steve’s head in his lap.

Shit— he wouldn’t mind his head in Steve’s lap. Eddie’s head, cushioned on those divine thighs? Mark him down as eager and horny.

Anyway.

Wayne popped in some time later, sending them both a goodbye. Much to Steve’s cute confusion.

“Why’d he say bye to me to?” He looked up at Eddie with wide eyes.

Eddie gave into an impulsive urge and booped his nose. He snickered when Steve went cross eyed watching the movement. His nose wrinkled adorably.

Steve Harrington was a sweetheart when high.

“Cause you’re here, ain’t ya? It’d be rude to not say bye.” Eddie shrugged taking a drag and passing the blunt to Steve. Steve took it with gentle fingers.

They blew out at the same time accidentally and it sent Steve into a fit of giggles.

He was an absolute sweetheart and Eddie was determined to get every cute reaction he could out of him.

They smoked for a few minutes longer, the blunt finally reaching the end and Eddie putting it out. Steve had moved to sit at the edge of the bed, his left leg crossed under his right. He was chewing at his nails again, staring into space.

Eddie sat next to him, and when Steve didn’t give any sign of acknowledgement Eddie finally reached over and grabbed his hand. He forced Steve to stop chewing on his already ragged nails by interlacing their fingers and his rubbing his thumb over his knuckles.

Steve sighed and leaned into Eddie’s shoulder, eventually dropping his head onto said shoulder and digging his forehead in as if trying to bury himself.

Eddie would let him.

“I haven’t relaxed like this since sophomore year,” Steve informed quietly.

Eddie hummed. “I think that’s when you first started buying from me, right?”

Steve snickered. “Yeah. And then I made Tommy do it for me.”

“Why, did I scare you?” Eddie teased.

“Something like that,” was the mumbled response.

Eddie hummed. “Well I shouldn’t. I’d never hurt a fly. In fact— flies kind of scare me.”

Steve snorted and giggled into his shoulder.

“It’s true, ok? Don’t laugh jackass! Flies are creepy little fuckers.”

“No, no.” Steve laughed quietly, his hands gripping Eddie’s arm weakly. “You didn’t scare me, per se—“

“‘Per se?’” Eddie mocked.

“Shush! —per se,” Steve continued pointedly. Eddie laughed. “You just— intimidated me?”

“Are you asking me?”

“You’re kind of an ass, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.” Eddie snickered.

Steve rolled his eyes, but the grin on his face erased all doubts in Eddie’s mind.

“You’re a cool guy, you know that Steve?”

Steve looked up at Eddie, his eyes impossibly wide. It was cute, how his nose scrunched up and his eyebrows furrowed. How his pretty, pink lips parted with a sharp exhale. Eddie smiled.

“And you’re an oddball, Eddie.”

Eddie’s shoulders shook with the laugh that barreled out of him.

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I’m so sorry this took so long to get out 😭

Writers block hit like a motherfucker after writing their outfits lmao. Lemme know if you wanna be tagged!! Part 5 should actually be the last part :)