#fuck school but the teachers ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[cloudstongue]

LAST DAY OF SCHOOL POLL!!!!

tagging @pocketslook @millylostintheosc and nobody else i dont want to get hunted down

[bibleofficial]

arguably this is worse

[boot-prints]

Made the mistake of scrolling down the Hogwarts Legacy tag for a while, gonna blacklist it now so I can't keep doing it because it's not a helpful or productive thing to do. It's all kinds of infuriating though.

[hitomisuzuya]

Can I request some soft smut stepcest Scara where he praises us after seeing us have a bad day at school? Along with tiny hints of sleepy somnophilia because we're tired :3

I love your writing smmmm and your softdoms are the best ily <3

Stepcest, DNI if it makes you uncomfortable. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Soft Smut. Consensual Somnophilia. Praise. Fingering. Soft!Dom Scara.

You guys are so kind 🥺😭 I am glad you like my Soft Doms❤️

Sighing, Scaramouche brushed some hair off your face as he crawled onto your bed. You'd been too tired to even go under the blankets, having fallen asleep before doing so.

You'd had such a bad day at school. You tripped and fell twice. Accidentally mixed up your homework assignments and handed them into the wrong teachers. He wanted to take you home early so badly, especially seeing the tears welling in your eyes. You insisted on toughing it out.

Scaramouche was proud of his precious stepsister for being so tough. And he was determined to take care of you.

"My good girl, being so brave today," He said softly, caressing your cheek. You shifted in your sleep, subconsciously turning your cheek into his touch. You sighed sleepily, content to hear such praise from your stepbrother.

Scaramouche chuckled softly, his hand trailing down your body. You always responded to his touches so well, even while you slept. What a good girl indeed. Your hips rocked up into his hand as he cupped your pussy outside of your panties.

You moaned softly, grinding into his hand as he rubbed your clit. Damp arousal soaked an outline on your throbbing clit, the sticking friction making it swell more. You whimpered soft in your sleep with need.

"Shh, it's okay, kitten," Scaramouche soothed, pushing your panties aside and circling your clit with the pads of his fingers, "just fuck yourself on my fingers to your heart's content," He pinched your clit, rubbing it soothingly before pushing two fingers inside of you.

Your sleepy moans made his cock pulse. You even craved him in your sleep, and he got drunk off of that. He hooked his fingers generously into your sweet spot, making sure your legs quaked with every hook. "You did so well today. Cum all over my fingers, pretty. You deserve it," His praise only made your walls clamp tight on his fingers.

He applied extra stimulation on your clit with his other hand to aid you in cumming. His fingers effortlessly beckoned the knot of your orgasm to break apart, scissoring your walls apart and continuing to stimulate your sweet spot while he fingered you through your orgasm.

You squirmed a little, twitching in your sleep. You only seemed to fall into a deeper sleep, relaxed from cumming hard in your sleep. That was what Scaramouche was counting on.

"Sleep now," He whispered in your ear as your sleepy moans quieted, "I'll take care of you properly when you wake up."

[madamechrissy]

Take me Home Tonight Masterlist

❤️Chapter 1 ❤️Chapter 2 ❤️Chapter 3 ❤️ Chapter 4 ❤️ Chapter 5 ❤️Chapter 6 ❤️ Chapter 7 ❤️ Chapter 8 ❤️Chapter 9 ❤️ Chapter 10 ❤️ Chapter 11 ❤️ Chapter 12 ❤️ Chapter 13 ❤️ Chapter 14 ❤️ Chapter 15 (Final) ❤️

♡ ♡ Pairing ♡ ♡ Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Content/warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Gojo is 28-29 here, reader is like 22 or 23. Nothing too crazy. But is Professor/student forbidden type love. Explicit sexual content, lots and LOTS of smut lol, warnings in each chap. FUN, witty, law cases and law school. Longg chapters.

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 136k- Finished

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ After passing your LSATs, your friends take you out to unwind. You never go out, so you are awkwardly agree, and you end up in the arms of a super hot man named Satoru. You end up screaming Satoru's name as he drops down on his knees before you, only to lose him in the club. All you have is his first name.

Two months later, in your Criminal Law class, your heart stops. Your teacher? Professor Gojo. Or as you soon call him, Professor Dickhead. You can't fuck up your law school, and he won't fuck up his career, not just because he makes you wet in class, no, he's a dick. Right?

That pout and blue eyes don't wreck you, right?

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[dreamwritesimagines]

The Eye of the Hurricane [24] - Journals

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, you made my day! ❤️I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think! ❤️

Summary: Couples can have different opinions on many things.

Word Count: 2400

Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Violence, guns, crime, blood, explicit language, dysfunctional relationship, mentions of sex, there's a fur coat line. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

Series Masterlist

Alright.

Keeping a sex journal while you weren’t currently having sex was going to be challenging but you couldn’t let it stop you.

It was homework, and there was a reason why you had been such a perfect student back at school.

You sipped your coffee before putting it back on the kitchen island, then grabbed the paper bag to turn it over, the contents spilling onto the island, making you let out a happy noise. Stationery shopping always made you feel excited, gathering different notebooks and papers and pens, so you were beginning to feel like you were going to ace this already.

Alpine jumped on the island to inspect the pens, then smacked one off the counter with her paw.

“Alpine!” you said. “Don’t.”

“Charm I’m—” Bucky lifted his head when he reached the bottom of the stairs, then frowned, making his way to the kitchen island. “What are those?”

“Stuff for the sex journals,” you said as you opened a notebook, then closed it and tossed it at him. He caught it mid-air and looked down at it.

“This looks better than the notepad I have.”

You made a face as you lifted Alpine off the counter, then put her on the floor.

“It’s a journal,” you told him. “She didn’t say a notepad.”

“Can I borrow a pen?”

“No!” you said quickly, grabbing the multiple pens on the island. “Get your own, these are mine.”

“There are like one hundred pens here and you’re telling me—wait a second, did you get glitter pens?”

“Yeah,” you said and Bucky approached the counter, tilting his head.

“Are those stickers?”

“Mm hm,” you said as you started sorting them through color and Bucky blinked a couple of times.

“Why do you have stickers?”

“As a rating system,” you said. “I mean the journal will be detailed and whatever but I think using stars stickers for it will be useful.”

“You’ll give our sex life star ratings?” he asked as he took one of the tiny sticker sheets into his hand and you nodded your head.

“Yeah. It’s important to be organized while keeping a journal, and it’ll make it easier to read. This is how I used to study for exams as well.”

“Teacher’s pet,” he teased you and you arched a brow.

“You just lost a star.”

His eyes widened. “Wait what? No I want—I want five stars!”

“Then fucking act like it.”

Bucky licked his lips.

“So how are we going to do this?” he motioned at the journal. “Make stuff up?”

“No, we’ll just have sex because it’s a part of couple’s therapy.”

His head shot up. “I take back everything bad I said about therapy—”

“Of course we’re going to make stuff up!” you snapped, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat. “I’m not fucking you for some sort of homework, this is a business deal.”

He opened his mouth to retort but his phone started buzzing, making him look down at the screen before rejecting the call.

“So I copy off of yours?”

“I’m not going to do your homework for you,” you said. “We’ll do it together, tonight. Try to find your favorite fantasy today, it’ll make things easier.”

“It’ll make one thing harder.”

You let out a groan, rolling your eyes at him but that didn’t stop the smirk pulling at his lips. His phone started buzzing again and he made a face, then put it back into his pocket.

“Want to grab lunch in the afternoon?”

“No I’m meeting Becca,” you said, your whole attention back on the sheets of stickers again as you separated them and he stepped to press a kiss on top of your head.

“Tell Becca I said hi,” he said and you hummed as he walked out of the apartment. You could feel your cheeks burning but you frowned at yourself and Alpine jumped back on the counter, meowing at you.

“Your father is just…” you trailed off and held one of the pens so that she could smack it. “Something tells me he used to be a bad student.”

                                      *

“So yeah, my boss has been kicking my ass,” Leila said before taking a sip of her coffee and you tilted your head, stealing a look at Becca.

“And you’re letting that happen?”

“I told you!” Becca said, motioning at you and Leila let out a laugh.

“Unbelievable, both of you.”

“It’s a problem and the solution is very clear,” you said and Becca nodded.

“Exactly!”

“We’re not intimidating my boss.”

“It’s not intimidating,” Becca said. “Just…you know, a gently nudge to not push you so hard.”

“I offered Ethan the same thing,” you said. “He refused.”

“I wonder why,” Leila said and Becca heaved a sigh.

“What’s he been up to?”

“He’s very busy.”

“Still in love with you?”

“He’s not in love with me, we’re friends,” you told them and sipped your drink. “Besides, don’t get off the subject. Leila—”

“The new client is a hard ass, that’s why my boss is being uncharacteristically pushy,” she said. “It’s fine, really. How about you, how’s everything with Bucky?”

“Oh our therapist gave us this homework,” you said. “Sex journals.”

Becca shot you a puzzled look but couldn’t say anything with Leila right there so you only shook your head slightly as Leila let out a laugh.

“Do you want me to cover your ears, Bec?”

“Yeah!” she said after a beat. “Yeah no I don’t um—I don’t want to know anything about my brother’s sex life, I’ll just pretend you guys only hold hands in bed.”

“Aw sweetheart…” Leila said, patting her hand and you gave her a grin, then bit into your muffin.

“Listen, it’s just—” you started, then got distracted when you saw Ryan walk into the café. He made his way straight to the counter, clearly not having seen you or the girls, then gave his order to the barista before stepping sideways so that he could wait.

“I’ll be right back,” you told Becca and Leila, then stood up from your chair to approach him.

“Fancy seeing you here,” you said, making him turn around and he immediately straightened his back even more as if you were his commander.

“Ma’am.”

“How are you?” you asked and he gave you a faint, hesitant smile.

“I’m alright ma’am, how about you?”

“I’m good,” you said. “I haven’t had the chance to talk to you since that night at the club. Thank you, again.”

“I didn’t do anything ma’am,” he said. “I’m glad you disarmed him before he could hurt you or Mr. Barnes.”

You nodded your head.

“You know how amateurs are,” you said with a wave of your hand and he swallowed, his eyes darting over your face.

“And um…” he cleared his throat. “Are you alright, ma’am?”

“It wasn’t the first time I kicked someone’s ass—”

“No I mean,” he paused for a moment. “After the dinner?”

Ah.

The dinner your father had named Ian his heir.

Considering how happy Ian was about it and how Ryan was his right arm, you would have thought he would be very happy, perhaps just asking you to pretend to be polite but nothing in his eyes signaled insincerity. You pulled your brows together in confusion and he licked his lips.

“My apologies, it wasn’t my place—”

“No no,” you stopped him before he could finish his sentence and offered him a small smile. “No I was just surprised, that’s all. No one from my dad’s side asked me if I was alright after that dinner, so…”

He nodded his head, looking down at his boots and you took a deep breath.

“I’m fine,” you said. “And I really appreciate you asking that, it’s very nice of you. Thank you.”

His head shot up when the barista called out his name and put the coffee on the counter, and he grabbed it.

“Anyway, I shouldn’t keep you long,” you said with a smile. “Have a nice day, Ryan.”

“You too ma’am,” he said gruffly and walked out of the café while you returned to the table, Leila and Becca both watching you.

“He looks like freaking Hercules,” Leila commented and Becca let out a laugh.

“I’ll never understand why he is working for Ian.”

“Me neither,” you said with a sigh. “Anyway, what were we talking about?”

                                               *

By the time Bucky got home, it was past dinner time.

“I’m so sorry, this fucking meeting—” he said as he walked into the apartment, making you look over your shoulder from the couch. “Isn’t it weird we can’t kill people over zoom meetings?”

“I’m sure technology will get there some day,” you pointed out, sipping your wine. “I ordered sushi, it’s on the counter.”

“Awesome,” he said, getting rid of his jacket to throw it over the chair and you tried not to stare at his white button up fitting perfectly to his muscular body, then licked your lips. He pulled a chair to sit by the kitchen island and reached out to grab your journal.

“Did you write anything?”

“Nah, I was waiting for you,” you said and muted the TV, then grabbed your wine glass to make your way to him. You sat down as well, then pulled the sticker sheets and pens to yourself from the other side of the counter, taking the journal from him as well. He took chopsticks into his hand and dug into the sushi while you opened the journal, then fixed your hair.

“So?”

“Hm?”

“What is your sexual fantasy?”

Bucky chewed his bite before swallowing it, then pointed at you with the chopsticks.

“You know, when I imagined you asking me this question you weren’t wearing anything and my mouth was busy with something else.”

You tried to ignore the way your stomach did a pleasant flip, then narrowed your eyes at him.

“Bucky.”

“Why don’t you tell me your fantasies first?”

“I’m not going to tell you anything.”

“Why not?” he asked. “Aside from the obvious medieval knight thing—”

“That’s not my fantasy—you know what?” you said, grabbing your phone. “I’ll just google it and then we can decide.”

“…You’ll google sexual fantasies?” he asked with a grin on his lips. “You actually need to google it? Aw, have I ever told you how adorable you are?”

“Bucky, I’m warning you.”

“Missionary doesn’t count as a fantasy so I’m guessing yours isn’t gonna be there.”

“First of all, there’s nothing wrong with missionary, don’t blame me if you have too many issues to be able to look your partner in the eye while fucking them—”

“Whatever you say, pillow princess.”

“And I’m giving you three stars, how about that?”

He pulled his brows together, swallowing his bite in a hurry. “No!”

“Yes.”

“Absolutely not, we don’t know if we can trust the therapist or if she’s working for someone else.”

“I feel like if she was working for someone else, we’d have other problems than her thinking you’re not good in bed.”

“That’d be the biggest problem for me,” he said, his voice completely serious. “I can deal with people trying to kill me, but they can’t think my wife gives me three stars.”

 You rolled your eyes.

“Unbelievable,” you said. “Fine, I’ll give five stars to the fantasy thing but I’ll write I faked it the second time we had sex this week.”

“Absolutely not.”

“I’m not giving you five stars all the time Bucky, she’s going to know we’re lying.”

“No, none of my girlfriends have ever faked that shit, my wife sure as fuck won’t.”

You blinked a couple of times before tilting your head, a small smile pulling at your lips.

“Aw, I forget how naïve men can be about this,” you said. “Have I ever told you how adorable you are?”

He narrowed his eyes. “None of my girlfriends—”

“That’s what you think.”

“No, I know they didn’t.”

You pursed your lips, trying to keep your expression straight. “Really? And how do you know that?”

“One can tell.”

“Not really.”

“I’m not talking about porn screams all the time,” he insisted. “You can just…feel it.”

You raised your brows, smirking at him and he frowned slightly.

“Bullshit,” he said after a beat. “You can’t fake that.”

You dragged the tip of your tongue over your teeth, now grinning wide but before he could say anything else, someone knocked on the door, making both of you turn your heads. Bucky checked his wristwatch, his frown getting deeper and he pulled his gun out of his waistband, then made his way to the door with you following him. He looked through the peephole, then put his gun back into his waistband and opened it to reveal one of his bodyguards that you had met back at the club; Hannah.

“Hi Hannah!” you said, waving at her and she smiled at you.

“Mrs. Barnes,” she greeted you and turned to Bucky. “Mr. Barnes, I’m sorry to disturb you at this hour but we figured you’d want to know. There has been an attack to the Wilson territory.”

Your jaw dropped and you covered your mouth while Bucky’s shoulders tensed up.

“Sarah—?” you started, your heart beating painfully against your chest but thankfully Hannah cut you off.

“Everyone in the Wilson family is alright ma’am,” she said, making you let out a relieved breath. “It wasn’t an attack to any of their houses, just the territory.”

Bucky’s voice was stern when he spoke: “Where?”

 “One of the bars,” Hannah said. “A couple of his men got hurt, so did some civilians.”

“HYDRA,” you murmured, your jaw clenching. “Fuck.”

“Is Paul around?”

“Yes sir, he’s downstairs.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there,” Bucky said and closed the door, then turned to you but you had already turned around to make your way to the coffee table to get your gun.

“Charm, you should stay here,” Bucky said, making you look over your shoulder. “It could be dangerous.”

You arched a brow, then grabbed the fur coat on the rack to throw it over the mini silk dress you were wearing.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” you asked him as you pushed the gun into your handbag, then walked past him. “Let’s go.”

Bucky threw his head back and grabbed one of the car keys off the key hook, then followed you out of the apartment.

Chapter 25

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Holy shit, y’all are insane. My tag list is over a HUNDRED (wtf y’all I’m kissing every single one of you on the forehead it was EIGHT before this) and the first part got over 800 notes in 24 hours. I love y’all 😂 With that being said though, Tumblr only allows for 50 mentions per post. So I’m drafting another post with the other 50-odd mentions that I’ll link this to. Unfortunately I’m not willing to make more than two posts, meaning my tag list is officially CLOSED. I’m so sorry, y’all, please know I love every single one of you SO much!! If you’d like to follow along and didn’t make it onto the taglist, go ahead and follow the ‘#if I should stay’ tag. I’ll make sure to use this tag for every update! Thank you all SO SO MUCH!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ and if you want to be dropped from the taglist, that’s fine too; just let me know! ❤️

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Steve is terrified.

Honestly, after the Russians and the Upside Down and everything else, Steve thought he’d never be scared again.

Then he woke up in school in 1984.

He looks around, wide-eyed, only to stop when Tommy and Carol look at him weirdly. “Uh, Steve?” Carol asks. “You look like you’re about to puke.”

Full of tact, just like always. He shakes off the feeling of wrong crawling on his skin and smiles at her. “I’m fine,” he says, when nothing could be further from the truth.

She opens her mouth to respond. Steve breathes a sigh of relief when the bell goes off, only for him to realize he has no idea where he’s going.

Thank God for Carol, apparently, because she throws her head back with a groan. “Math,” she complains. “I hate math.”

Steve feels a zing of recognition dart through him. He had English while she was in math. They used to complain about it between classes.

He feels excited when he realizes Robin will be in this class, then just as suddenly excitement turns to nausea when he realizes she might not remember him.

He walks into class, trying to keep his hopes down, and briefly makes eye contact with her.

She’s doodling in a notebook, looking around the room. Their eyes meet.

Robin’s pencil lead snaps.

Steve freezes.

He opens his mouth, he’s not sure for what, but she shakes her head slightly.

She stands and makes her way towards him before her eyes flutter back in her head and she drops.

She would’ve fallen on the ground if he hadn’t caught her. Whispers start up, enough to get the teacher to look up. “Mr. Harrington,” she says. “I’m not sure what dance moves you think you’re trying, but I will remind you this is an English classroom.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says. “Um. She passed out. I think I should probably take her to the nurse.”

She leans over her desk to peer first at Steve, then at Robin, who still has her eyes closed. “Very well,” she says. “I’ll give you a hall pass. Please ensure she returns once her little spell has worn off.”

He nods, shifts Robin completely into his arms, and walks out of the classroom.

He walks down the hallway and stops by an empty classroom, darting in when nobody’s looking. “Robs,” he chokes, and her arms are around his neck and now he’s choking for an entirely different reason.

She’s shaking, and he feels hot tears land on his shoulder, and he knows she feels the same from his tears. “I thought-”

“I know,” Steve whispers. “I thought the same. I woke up and I was with Tommy and Carol again and I didn’t know what was going on and I was terrified you weren’t gonna remember me.”

“Jesus,” she says. She’s laughing a little, through her tears. “Imagine how I felt, waking up in Mrs. Click’s class. Thought I’d had a weird fever dream. Then you walked in, and…”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Jesus, Robs, I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Right back atcha, Dingus,” she whispers, which really just makes his tears start all over again. “Who else do you think knows?”

Steve sighs. “I don’t know. And other than asking them, and risking getting sent to a padded room…”

“Yeah.” Robin sighs.

“Oh, fuck,” Steve says, tensing up.

“What?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m still with Nancy.”

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[deantfwinchester]

Late Nights

Pairing: No-Outbreak!AU, back on my Joel x Teacher!Reader shit (though her work hardly plays a role in this), established relationship

Summary: Getting home late is an unfortunately common occurrence in Joel’s line of work. When you both have busy days, it can be hard to find time to share, but you make do.

Warnings: extreme fluff, just utterly fucking saccharine at this point, is fluff without plot a tag?

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It’s Wednesday night. Joel’s night to cook dinner.

You get home earlier every day, no question. But since you like to take most every night during the summer months, he insisted on a 60/40 split during the school year. Sundays, Mondays and Wednesdays are his. You had Tuesdays and Thursdays. Friday & Saturday are mainly for pizza, take out, or date-nights.

When he’d grill on Sunday afternoons, you liked to try and help him with prep, but he’d just pour you a glass of wine or mix you a drink and try to usher you out of the kitchen. You’d always sit and talk with him while he worked anyway. Sarah too, when she wasn’t working on homework or out with friends. It’s one of his favorite parts of the week.

On the nights he’d come home late, though, he always worried about leaving you to it. He was meant to be home cooking for the three of you while you relaxed, tried to let the stress of the school day roll off your back. He loved giving you that time.

This particular night, when six o’clock rolled around and he realized he still had a good hour or more on the site, he knew he needed to let you know he wouldn’t be timely with his return. Didn’t want you to worry.

You’re on the couch, grading. By this time of night, Joel’s normally taken the work from your hands and pulled your attention toward anything else. Noticing the room darkening, you wonder where he is, just as your phone dings:

Wednesday, October 7, 6:03 PM:

Sorry baby, gonna be later than I hoped tonight. Y’all don’t wait on me, okay?

Supposed to be my night too, dammit. I apologize, sweetheart.

You’d told him till you were blue in the face he didn’t need to apologize to you when he was the one having to work until long after dark. It never took.

You responded quickly, knowing his phone would be back in his pocket and forgotten again soon when his attention turned again to the work and his team.

Wednesday, October 7, 6:04 PM: (Outgoing)

Dont worry about it, sweetie. i promise i can handle dinner, just don’t work too hard and get home when you can ❤️

And take a break and drink some water, will ya? if that bottle ain’t empty yet, you haven’t had enough! see you soon, love.

He’d be dead on his feet when he walked through the door, that much you knew. And he’d have no business rifling around in the kitchen for something random he’d throw together, not substantial enough by far for a day of working like he’d been. You hopped up and started to the kitchen, determined to make a hearty meal for you and Sarah to share now, and to ensure Joel had a real meal when he finally made it home for the night.

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A couple of hours had passed by the time Joel finally walked through the door. You’re back on the couch, this time reading a book while the lights from the tv danced softly in the dimly lit room, with a bare haze of sound playing at low volume.

It was nearly 8:30 when you heard the key turning in the door. Sarah had retired to her room for the night after dinner. She’d tried to help you clean the dishes, but you’d ushered her off to relax after spending most of the afternoon doing homework.

Joel trudges wearily through the door, shoulders slouched and eyes heavy-lidded when he thinks you can’t see him. The second he lays eyes on you, though, his posture straightens and his expression brightens, eyes opening a bit more as he lifts into a smile. Your expression mirrors his, and you sit up, closing your book and rising to meet him halfway. You practically speak over each other in greeting:

“Hi darlin’, how was your day?” he says.

“Hey honey, how’d it go today?” you ask.

You laugh a bit when you realize you’re asking the same question on top of each other, and he pulls you close, arms resting heavily around your waist. You drape yours around his neck as he leans down to kiss you. When you pull away to look at his face, you see past the tired smile he wears to the exhaustion etched in his face, settled in his drooping eyes.

You move one hand up, fiddling gently with the strands of hair at the back of his head. You smile and put light pressure on the base of his neck with your other hand, moving his head down to rest on your shoulder. He catches on instantly, and settles comfortably where you direct him. He nuzzles into the nape of your neck and you feel his eyes close against your collarbone, his warm fatigued breaths rhythmically grazing your chest.

You continue playing with his hair with one hand, while the other remains resting on the back of his neck. You turn your head to place a soft kiss to his temple and, after a moment of restful silence, quietly speak:

“You’re tired, huh? I missed you today.”

“Missed you too, baby,” he murmurs against your neck, tightening his grip around your waist, and snuggling closer.

“You gotta be hungry. Got a plate waitin’ for ya in the fridge. Want me to warm it up?” you ask him, moving your hand down his neck to rub gently against his back. He breathes deeply in contentment at your comforting touch.

“No, I’m never leaving this spot. I live here now,” he says, and you feel the rumble of his voice against your chest. You chuckle lightly and speed up your ministrations, applying a bit more pressure as you discover the tightness of the muscles in his back.

“Mhm. And when was the last time you ate? Or drank anything for that matter?” you ask knowingly.

“Uhhhh, i guess it was, arou-“ he cuts himself off with a yawn, “around lunch time? Maybe one? Did finish that bottle like you asked, though,” and he smacks his lips lazily, somehow nuzzling further into your shoulder.

“Good, thank you. But lunch was seven hours ago now, so you need to eat something. Wanna start there? Or shower first?” you ask, chuckling a bit.

He raises his head a bit and squints at you, frowning playfully. “You sayin’ I smell, darlin’?” he mumbles, laughing into your shoulder.

You giggle in response before elaborating: “I’m saying you’re sweaty and would feel better if you rinsed the day off before crawling into bed.”

He sighs and rasps into your neck, “you changed the sheets didn’t you?” you feel a smile form against your chest.

“Sure did. So it’s food, shower, and bedtime. You can pick the order. Which first? Want me to grab your dinner?” you ask.

He sighs deeper this time, “What’s that thing about objects in motion and objects at rest or somethin’? Gonna keep doing whatever they already got goin’ on?”

You rumble a little laugh in return before responding. “I see. C’mon Newton, let’s keep ya moving. Go hop in the shower while I get your dinner ready.” You say, patting his cheek as he raises his head with a little groan.

You catch his eyes with your own and let your hand rest on his cheek. You move a thumb beneath his chin and pull him to you, giving him one last peck before ushering him down the hall. You pull his plate from the fridge and get to work on reheating his meal.

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He emerges less than ten minutes later smelling fresh and dressed in a clean t-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants, padding into the kitchen just as you’re filling a glass of water to place next to his warmed plate. He rubs a fist into one eye, yawning again, and plops into a chair at the kitchen table.

You approach behind him, placing the glass on the table with one hand and rubbing his shoulder with the other. He lifts a hand to grab yours and squeeze as he takes a sip. His eyes reach up to meet your own.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do this, sweetheart. It was my night anyway, and now you’ve cooked and even put the damn plate in front of me,” he huffs.

“You don’t need to thank me, love” you respond, leaning down to kiss him again before taking the seat next to him with the glass of wine you’d poured to sip while you sat with him. You reach for his left hand where it rests on the table, and gently squeeze. He wraps his fingers around yours before you can retreat. Your fingers remain intertwined for the duration of the meal.

The two of you discussed the highlights of your respective days - roses and thorns, both too sleepy to bother with buds. When Joel finishes, you grab his plate to wash, but he takes it from you.

“No way are you washing my dishes too, honey. You’ve done enough already tonight,” he tries to insist. You’re not having it.

“Will you just let me take care of you, dummy? You’re bone tired, I can see it in those beautiful brown eyes. Here. How about this?” you rinse the plate and utensils, shove them quickly in the dishwasher, close it emphatically, and raise your empty hands.

He rolls his eyes, but relents with an exasperated sigh. “Whatever you say, darlin’,” he responds smiling, a bit bashful from the care and compliment.

“Good. Now c’mon, bedtime.” you say, taking his hand in yours once again and leading him to the bedroom.

“Whatever you want, baby” he grins, raising his eyebrows suggestively. You can’t help bellow a hearty laugh at that one.

“Jesus, like you could keep your eyes open, Miller,” you respond, as you pull the covers back and lead him onto the bed next to you. You settle back against the headboard and open your arms up, beckoning him into your lap. He shuffles closer and leans into your embrace.

“It was-“ he pauses, only to finish through a yawn ��- worth a shot.” You chuckle quietly as he rests his head in your lap, eyes instantly slipping closed.

You turn on the tv, keeping the volume low. It’s only a little after 9, so still early for you to fall asleep. You would read, but you’d rather turn off the light, hoping the dimness in the room helps him get some good rest.

You lay one hand on his back and the other in his hair, both softly rubbing in comforting circles, and you feel him melt further into you. A familiar warmth fills your chest at the sight of him there, resting peacefully in your lap. You lean down and press one last kiss to his head before whispering to him.

“Good night, sweetheart.”

“G’night, darlin’” he rumbles, muffled into your lap. You smile, one hand still on his back as the other reaches up, flicking off the lamp, before returning it to his hair. Your fingers gently massage his scalp, and within minutes, you hear his soft snores.

[sttm99]

Omg could you write abt the reader being old ‘friends’ with bakugo before he joined the lov and one day the reader goes home to find him drunk in her apartment waiting for her saying how much he missed her or whatever and it gets spicyyy

tyy ❤️❤️

TW...? Swearing, Sex (Oral, Unprotected), Alcohol Consumption.

He looks horrible.

His hair is rough and stained dark with dirt, clothes tattered, and you can see a bruise peeking out between the hole in his jeans.

"The fuck are you doing here?"

Your voice comes out shaky and uneven as you stand before him, practically looming over him as he sat on your couch.

Bakugo doesn't look at you, instead staring down at his hands, holding the bottle of vodka he'd almost completely emptied. "I... I-"

"You what?!" You harshly spit out, fists clenched by your side.

It takes everything in you to not start raining insults and curses down at him. You can only stare in utter disappointment at how he'd turned out.

All the opportunities he'd had at UA, all his accolades and dreams, gone down the drain once he'd left. And he had the guts to end up looking so desolate?!

It makes you mad how pitiful it all was. Bakugo, the Bakugo that you'd always admired and looked up to, ending up this way - dirty and drunk on your couch after running around with the LOV for 5 years.

"Look at you!" You yell out, snatching the bottle of alcohol from his hands and slamming it down on your coffee table. "You look disgusting! Look at your hair, your clothes - when was the last time you even showered? Are you homeless - you look-"

"This morning."

"What?" You pause your ranting, blinking down at him and still raging.

He sniffs, raising a hand to scratch at his chin. "The- I showered this morning.... I promise." His voice is hoarse, his words slightly drawn out.

You let out a sigh, crouching so you were at eye level with him. "What are you doing here, Bakugo?" You ask softly, lips stretched downwards in a frown.

"I- I just..." he begins, uncharacteristically stuttering and slurring as he speaks. "I didn't know where else to go."

You glance at the vodka on your table, then back at Bakugo. "You're not a drinker." You simply say before standing and making your way to the adjacent couch. "What are you doing here, Katsuki?"

He perks up, lazy eyes instantly locking on to your own. "I- I haven't been called that in so long."

You frown, arms crossed as you sat down. "You look like shit, you know that?"

"I kno-"

"You've been gone for 5 years." His expression falls again. "It's not even like you were failing at school- you weren't! You were actually a top student- you had everything lined up for you, Katsuki! Everything! And you left, and this is all you have to show?!"

"I'm sorry."

"You left us all, disappointed everyone; your parents, your teachers, your classmates, me! And you didn't care! You threw us all away without a thought- not one back then and not any in all the years you've been gone-"

"But I did think about you." He cuts you off quickly, sad eyes boring into your angry, teary ones. "Every day, YN. If nothing else, I thought about you...."

You pause, glaring at him as he kept speaking.

"Liar." You whisper.

"'m not... I promise." He replies.

It hurts even more knowing he thought about you and never bothered to come back.

"That's why I'm here," he continues, standing from the couch and shakily making his way to where you were sat. "I- I missed you, YN... I wanted to see you and-"

"And show me what you turned out to be?" You hiss at him. "Why would you come back to me like this?" You sharply stand, looking up at him with so much hurt and anger. "You're drunk, and you're so roughed up and- Katsuki, you're a mess."

"I know- I know." He swiftly grabs your hands, holding them together tightly in his own. "That's why I came to you. I need you to fix me."

"Fix you? Are you hearing yourself?"

"Please...I don't want this anymore. I- I'm tired, please. I'm just... I don't know what else to do, who else to go to, you're the only one I can think about." He speaks with more vigour than you'd seen all evening, his grip getting tighter as he leaned closer to you.

"I can't-" You begjn, trying to force the words out your tightening throat. "I can't help you, Katsuki." You force through, words loud and trying so hard not to let the tears fall. "You're too far gone. What am I to do with you?"

"Too far gone?!" The suddeness of his yell has you flinching away, which in turn makes him tighten his grip, holds you in place so you can't move too far away. "It's still me, you know? It's always still been me. I'm still here-"

"Doesn't that make it worse? That it's just you- and you're just a monster."

Your words cut deep, silence running in its wake for a few moments before he's leaning closer, so close you can see the lines of his lips, his pores, his eyes so clear.

"Do I look like a monster to you?" He asks softly.

"Yes."

No.

It's not true. He looks like 6 years ago, when you were both back in school, and he was the unfairly strong, brooding kid who sat right behind you in class. And knocked on your room door every night at 5 pm so you could study together. And who quite nearly beat you up every time you doubted yourself, felt like you didn't belong, who forced you to feel like you were in the right place.

He looks like a years ago, the same boy who'd have found you and beat the crap out of you if you ever defected, who you know would take you back in if you ever decided to come back.

"Please... you're the only person I want to help me," Katsuki whispers to you, so different from his old brazen self, and you don't know if it's the alcohol or the time that's made him so. "If not you... there's nowhere else I can go."

And you can't help but cry, tears streaming down your face as you pull your hand away and wrap your arm around his shoulder, your head on his chest, holding him and crying.

"Why did you leave me?" You sob softly into him, body relaxing into his hold as both his hands let go of yours to hold on to your hips, keeping your body pressed against his. "Why wasn't I enough to make you stay?"

He breathed out, arms wrapping tightly around your body. "You're enough to bring me back." He whispers into your hair, "You're enough to keep me going, to make me believe it doesn't have to end like this... you're enough- for me."

You sniff softly, and he leans raises a palm to your cheek, cradling your face softly. "I've missed you," he whispers, "So much... please believe me. I've missed you."

He begins pressing his lips to your hair, then he's on your forehead, both hands now on your cheeks. You're still sniffling when his lips come down to your nose, and you're still sniffling when he pulls away to stare at you.

It's a quick, intense look before he's crushing his lips against yours, his fingers digging into your cheekbones, his mouth hungry and desperate as he devours yours.

It's been years since he's kissed anyone... and never with such need. He holds your face close to his, like he's scared you'll disappear once he let's go, and he refuses to come up for air, refuses to let his lips leave yours for too long.

And you're not much better, your hands tightly fisted into his thick, ugly shirt, keeping him close to you. You've stopped sobbing, not like you could when he swallowed every sound so greedily.

You spend what feels like hours just kissing, like it's an art form, some sort of nourishment for you two.

But then he's pushing you towards the couch, and you're quick to start undoing the buttons of your shirt. You're still clothed when the back of your knees hit the couch, and Bakugo's impatience has his mouth coming down on your neck, his hands snatching at your shirt and ripping.

But you don't care enough to reprimand him, not when you're releasing soft moans and sighs as his hand engulfs your left breast, kneading and squeezing. His technique is crude, but his desperation turns you on.

He's messy and hungry as his hands touch you all over, your waist, your back, your ass after you both manage to get your bottoms off.

He hastily pulls his shirt over his head and throws it carelessly the moment you tug on it, and then his lips are around your nipples, sucking on them and twirling them around with his tongue.

"Katsuki..." You whisper into the air, back arching and fingers in his hair as he kisses down your sternum. "I've- I've missed you so much."

"Me too," he's standing up, and you're still lying on the couch, resting on the back as he pulls your knees up, "So much." You feel his breath against your clothed cunt, hot.

"Don't leave me again," You whisper, and he's slowly pulling your panties to the side.

"I won't," he tells you as his tongue slides along your folds.

He makes you cum once on his tongue, and then twice more; when he fucks you on your carpet, and then when you ride him on the couch.

He's not so sweet with it, his hands harsh on you and his lips desperately marking his presence unto your skin. But you love it that way, you love how you can feel him so deep, how his eyes watch every inch of you.

You love it when he cums and fills you, when he's moaning your name, every nickname he's ever called you in the past, telling you how much you consumed his mind.

There's no way he's leaving again, and there's no way you're letting him.

[herofics]

Hi do you do requests for continuations of fanfics you did 5 years ago😭.

For contacts it is the one about Aizawa's adopted kid gets killed in a villain attack, I don't know if you're long over that but I was thinking if you did continue it could it be like other student's reactions🙏. (love your works btw❤️)

A/N: Oh I will gladly write some more for that. I just picked some characters and mashed them all together into HCs. The post mentioned is this one (I think at least). Thank you for liking my stuff :D

•When Aizawa carried your lifeless body out of what was left of the dorms, everyone was already in shock from what had happened, and your death certainly didn’t make things any easier

•The police and paramedics had been alerted and teachers were pouring to the scene to help and make sure everyone was alright

•Almost everyone else had gotten out with only minor injuries, except for you

•The whole class was quiet, some because of the shock, some because they were showing respect

•You were put into an ambulance and taken away, even though no one could help you anymore, Aizawa wanted to go with you, but he also had a responsibility to his class, so he decided to go to the hospital later

•”Is everyone okay?” he asked as the rest of class-A stood there quietly

•Everyone muttered something akin to a “yes” but no one knew what else to say

•”They pushed me out of the way” Midoriya said

•As if he doesn’t carry the world on his shoulders already, the blame he placed on himself for what happened to you was certainly enough to drive anyone past the breaking point

•Aizawa assured him that it wasn’t his fault, but how could it not be? If he just had better control of his quirk, if he was as fast as All Might, you wouldn’t be dead

•There was a lot of buzz outside the school as to how it could have happened, how does a student get killed in the UA dorms?

•The whole class and Aizawa were so tired of hearing all the theories and the media blaming everyone but the actual culprits

•The whole class brought something for your desk in the class, candles, incense, flowers, food, things like that

•It became a sort of shrine to you

•The whole class was understandably distraught about what had happened, but your closest friends were the most messed up about it

•Bakugou didn’t yell at anyone for at least two weeks, he just muttered to himself whenever someone annoyed him

•He knew heroes die on the job all the time, but you weren’t a hero, you were a student

•It drove him to train harder, study harder, so next time something like this happened, maybe he wouldn’t feel so fucking useless

•Midoriya got the worst of it, he blamed himself, no matter how much everyone else told him it wasn’t his fault, he just wouldn’t listen

•He too started training harder, developing his quirk and his control over it, he didn’t want this to happen again

•In a way you motivated the whole class to be better, get stronger, it just sucked you had to die for that

•Yaoyorozu started practicing more extensive first aid after that, she took some courses outside of what the school offered, and started taking lessons from Recovery Girl too

•Some of the class followed her example, such as Uraraka, Tokoyami, Asui and Todoroki

•Yaoyorozu also made sure to learn how to make certain medicines, hemostatic gauze and things like that with her quirk, that could help in a situation like what happened to you

•His students efforts brought some light into the dark time Aizawa was going through, and the little shrine on your old desk was a nice gesture

•Even though it was sometimes a painful reminder, it was also a reminder of how much you were loved by your classmates and friends

[unknownperson246]

a/n: can write a story where Nikki sixx aka current day Nikki is a college teacher the reader is of course is probably 20 or something

She has a crush on and Nikki knows it

So it starts with small things like when everybody leaves the class

Nikki sits reader on the desk to finger and eat her out and she gives him a bj

The only pleasure each other this way until

They can sneak in her dorm room at night

For banging finally when night comes she lets Nikki inside her room

They are so horny for each other she asked him to cum inside her he does he tells her to lay there keep his loud inside of her he scoops a little bit up and tells her lick it clean

So that's a long request and if your comfortable writing it

Hope you enjoy it ❤️. Sorry it’s kinda late

Dorm Room:

words: 959

warnings: *smut* *p in v* *fingering* *oral sex* *f receiving* *m receiving* *slight breeding kink* *cum play* *cussing* *Nikki is a professor* *reader is a college student*

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Nikki is your college teacher and he loves paying attention to you. Because of his attention, you have a crush on him because no one gives you any attention anywhere and sometimes you're desperate for it. You feel lonely and Nikki knows that. One day in class you are writing “Mrs.Sixx” in your journal like a high school student. Nikki walks past you and gets a glimpse of all the filthy things you write about him. You write things like “I want Mr.Sixx to fuck a baby into me.” Nikki walked by you and said nothing after seeing what you wrote about him. He now knows you have a crush on him. Nikki thought he could take advantage of you liking him. After class, you try to walk out of the class after giving a small wave to Nikki saying goodbye. He held your arm. Goosebumps went up your arm. 

“Yes, Mr.Sixx?” You asked innocently.

“I need you to help me with something,” He said.

He pulled you over to his desk. He sat down on his rolling chair. You were excited.

“What would that be Mr.Sixx?” You asked him.

He rubbed his erect cock through his pants. “Mmm,” He said in satisfaction. 

“Give me a blow job” He was straightforward to you.

You were caught off guard. All your dreams and fantasies were coming true. You didn't hesitate or waste one more second. You got on your knees. Your hands used his knees for support. He got up to unbuckle his belt. You watched him. His cock sprung out. He sat back down on his black rolling chair and let your mouth approach his cock that was in dire need of your mouth's attention. You took his big hard dick inside of your mouth. Your lips were in an O position. Your mouth was gliding on his cock. You slowly started swirling your tongue on his tip. You moved back and forth finally pleasuring Nikki. “Fuck” He grunted holding on to the sides of his chair. You watched his lips part. You heard small grunts and moans escape his wet and parted lips. You watched his head melt into the chair. His body relaxed and leaned on the backrest of his chair. His face was in relief after you felt his hot jets come coat the sides of your mouth. You felt some of his orgasm leak from your mouth. You swallowed it all. Once you swallowed it you said your first words to him after the blowjob.

“Nikki my turn!. Eat me out and finger me. Make me beg for it!” You whine.

“Get on my desk,” He says, helping you up to his wooden table.

You follow his directions. He slips his long hard fingers inside of you. You felt your tight walls grasp his finger. “Mmm so tight,” He said, smirking at you.

“I'd love to have my penis inside of you.” He said looking at you for your reaction.

“Come to my dorm tomorrow night. All my roommates will be gone” You say moaning while he continues to stick more of his fingers inside of you. 

If he didnt stop soon his whole hand would be inside of you. He finally pulled out his 4 fingers. His fingers were glistening with your slick. You were surprised that his fingers even fit inside of you. You were curious as to how his cock would fit inside of your tight walls.

“Now give me head!” You whined.   You laid down on his desk exposing your needy pussy. You were so wet that his tongue could slip off while sucking you. Nikki brought his mouth closer. His tongue stroked your vulva twice. You felt his tongue go inside of you slightly. He started to suck you. You could feel his mouth going over your wet folds. You could feel his breath on you. You felt his hands on your hips. 

“Fuck Nikki” You cry trying to hold the edges of his desk. Instead, your hands made their way to his head. “Nikki” You sigh.

You squirted all over the place. You ruined all his paperwork. All the graded work of his students was ruined. He said he would tell them their grades and that it was okay. You felt so guilty that you gave him spare keys to your dorm room whenever he wanted to visit. The next night you hear a knock on the door. You open it and it's Nikki.

“Hi Nikki, come in,” You say.

Nikki picks you up. Your arms and legs wrap around him. You both make out hard. He flops you onto the bed. He gets on top of you. He rips his pants off and discards them on the ground. He takes your skirt off and gets in a missionary position with you. He is on top of you. You feel his cock gliding inside of you easily. He starts pounding your tight hole.

“Your so fucking hot” You moan feeling his length inside of you.

“I know” He grunts as he keeps pounding your tight walls.

“Come inside of me Nikki” You beg him.

His hips make contact with yours over and over again. He feels his orgasm arriving. You hold his hands tight as he throws his head back and his legs shake. You feel his load shoot up inside of you. Nikki pulls out and he gets in bed with you.

“Keep my seed inside of your womb,” He said, watching you lay down. He scoops some of the come up with his fingers.

“Lick this clean,” He says watching you get up. 

You suck and lick them clean. “Mmm, you taste so fucking good,” You say watching him going for another round.

[rip-quizilla]

Meet the Teacher

Pairing: Modern!Older!Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!Teacher!Reader

Summary: Eddie meets his daughter's new kindergarten teacher and he's pretty sure you're his wet dream come to life. AKA: single dad!Eddie fantasizes about you while he jerks off.

Word Count: 2.4K

Tags: 🔥SMUT, modern au, masturbation, implied road head, pervert!Eddie, switch!Eddie (sort of)

A/N: She's a short queen, standing just over 2k words tall- barely more than a blurb. Quick 'lil read, but I hope y'all enjoy her ❤️

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Eddie needed to calm down.

This wasn’t the time for him to be straining against his jeans, getting hot and bothered at seven o’clock on a Tuesday evening. Wasn’t the place. Hell, given his history with school in general, he should feel uncomfortable as fuck in all sorts of other ways, sitting in a classroom for the first time in over a decade. The last time Eddie remembered being happy to be in a classroom was Miss Adami’s fifth grade class. She had always been nice to him. 

Eddie wouldn’t mind if this teacher were nice to him…

Fucking. Stop. You horny bastard. Eddie chided himself mentally, Get it together, Munson.

He crossed his leg over the opposite knee, willing his half-mast dick to soften the fuck down, and fast. Eddie did his best not to draw attention to himself as he readjusted his position in the too-small plastic chair, scooted about a foot away from the hilariously low table he was currently sitting by. 

He focused his gaze on Raven, his daughter, who sat criss-cross-applesauce on the rainbow-colored rug at the front of the classroom. Her big brown eyes were wide, rapt as she watched her new teacher leading her and all the other five-year-olds in a song that required various hand motions and claps and whatnot. Eddie couldn’t help but grin fondly at the little tyke as she listened intently to every direction, determined to do every little thing her teacher asked of her without a single flaw. 

The only problem was that no matter how cute his daughter was, no matter how much Eddie tried desperately to control himself, he couldn’t tear his eyes off you.

He knew schools were loosening up on rules and regulations and all that- more and more school districts now allowed teachers to dye their hair unconventional colors, show tattoos, have more than just their earlobes pierced, blah blah blah…

But he hadn’t expected his daughter’s kindergarten teacher to look this fucking hot. 

You were something straight out of his fantasies. Like some hybrid rockabilly/alt girl/teacher hybrid, with hair that shone such a vibrant red that he knew there was no way it was natural. Fine by him. Tattooed sleeves of black-inked flowers crawled up your arms, showcasing some of the most beautiful linework and shading that Eddie had ever seen. His eyes followed the vines without his permission, taking account of the foxglove at your right forearm, the hyacinth on your left elbow, the cluster of lilacs that peeked out of the capsleeve on your shoulder. 

And oh, god, he couldn’t look at the snake that coiled around your knee. He hadn’t seen it at first, but when you’d sat down in your chair at the front of the classroom, your dress had crept up your lower thigh, allowing the snake to slither into view, and fuck, Eddie wasn’t sure he’d be able to pay much attention to whatever information you’d be delivering that he probably needed to know. All he could hope was that you’d been considerate enough to print out any necessary information so he could read it later.

Tearing his eyes from his daughter’s teacher (christ, Eddie really was a horny bastard, this was in no way okay), he pulled his phone from his pocket in an effort to provide himself a distraction.

“Ahem.”

Eddie’s gaze shot up from his phone screen, realizing shamefully that your eyes were trained on him, catching him red-handed in the middle of using his phone in class (which was funny, since he technically wasn’t ‘in class’, just in a classroom). Still, that didn’t seem to make a difference to you as you raised an eyebrow at him, challenging him to do anything other than slip that phone back into his pocket. Trapped under your authoritative glare, Eddie gulped, cock twitching slightly as he slid the phone back into the pocket of his charcoal jeans. 

The moment your eyes left him, you were back to wide smiles that crinkled around your lashes, clapping along with the kids who already adored you, even though you technically wouldn’t be their teacher until next week. It didn’t matter- they were infatuated with you, a sentiment that Eddie could understand completely. 

When Eddie stepped up to shake your hand on the way out of your classroom that evening, his heart had leapt at the look that you gave him- one eyebrow raised, the corner of your lipsticked mouth clipping up in a wry, knowing smile. 

Just like you’d done for every child before they left your classroom that day, you first crouched down until your eyes were level with Raven’s and asked if she would prefer a hug or a high five. Unsurprisingly, the little firecracker had responded by simply throwing her arms around your neck, clinging to you with the reckless abandon and generous trust that only a five-year-old could give so freely. When you stood to shake Eddie’s hand, he had to bite back a what, I don’t get to pick a hug or high five? 

“Raven,” you said, voice still lifted with excitable inflection that would make any little ankle biter’s ears perk up like a doberman’s. “I can already tell you’re an excellent student. Do you think you can help your daddy remember all of the things we talked about today?” 

Raven’s eyes lit up, and her wispy curls shook as she nodded her head in agreement. “Uh-huh!”

Eddie gave his daughter’s hand a squeeze and nudged her lightly with his knee. “Yes ma’am.” he prompted, and it was echoed in her tiny, polite voice upon hearing his reminder. 

Your eyes flicked up to his, approval in your gaze dancing with the teasing sarcasm in your smile. “Excellent manners.” you praised, and Eddie wasn’t sure if you were talking to him or to his daughter. Either was fine with him. 

You took his hand in yours, shook it all-businesslike with a polite “Nice to meet you, Mr. Munson.” and before Eddie knew it, he was out the door. However, his mind was still on the cherry-red shine of your hair. The crimson varnish on your nails. The sweetheart neckline of your fifties-style dress, and how when you crouched down and he stayed standing he could see the top of a black lace bra underneath. 

Good god, he was a pervert.

It was all he could think about on the way home, all he could think about while Raven watched one of those Minions movies for the twentieth time before bed. All he could think about after he’d tucked her in, kissed her goodnight, and retreated to his own bedroom to think about you while he touched himself. 

Eddie was old-fashioned- he didn’t need porn. His imagination was a talented machine, fine-tuned after decades of dreaming up campaigns and writing songs. When he laid down on his mattress, it didn’t take long for him to conjure up the image of you there with him, climbing onto his lap, hiking up that black and white polka dotted dress until he could see the tattoos that he imagined must decorate your thighs. 

He spat into his hand, sighing as he felt the slick coat his cock with each pass of his hand. He applied the most pressure with his thumb, flicking it over that ridge beneath the head that felt fucking phenomenal when touched the way he liked. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine your red-painted nails slipping over the head of his cock, tongue poking out to kitten-lick the very tip while you looked at him with big, bright, forbidden eyes.

Your crimson-stained lips, shiny with spit, would envelop him warmly, causing him to groan ecstatically as his hips bucked into your mouth. His cock, fully hard and throbbing, would slide down your throat as you shoved your lips- no, as Eddie shoved your lips further and further down his shaft until your nose smushed against the hair at his groin. His hand would span across the back of your head, pushing you down and holding you there until you gagged around him, and God, that would feel so good, your desperate swallowing around his throbbing dick and the noises you would make- what noises would you make?

He imagined your voice as he fisted his cock, wove melodies of moans in his head that he could pull from your mouth. Would they be deep? Guttural? Or would you be the kind of moaner that whimpered at the highest register you had? Would you be loud, so loud that the neighbors would hear- either that, or he would just have to gag you. Slap his hand over your mouth. Stuff your panties between your lips (which he was sure were black lace to match your bra). Or would you be more assertive, quick to put Eddie in his place like you did today when he’d taken out his phone?

Which did he want to call you: baby? Or ma’am? He imagined trying both out on you while he was balls-deep in your wet little pussy, and thought about which word would make you squeeze him tighter. 

God, Eddie was so fucking horny. It had been so long since he’d cum inside anything that wasn’t his own hand. He thought about whether or not it would be inappropriate to text the cell phone number you’d provided in the email you’d sent out to the parents/guardians of your class. What would he even say? 

Evening, miss. Was nice to meet you tonight. Feel like grabbing a drink? 

Could he? Would that be appropriate?

He got harder just thinking about it. It definitely would not be appropriate… but what if you said yes anyway? What if you actually agreed to see him? What if you both hit it off? What if you actually did come back to his place with him, let him slide his hand around your waist, hold you close enough to smell the perfume on your neck? Let him see that lacy bra in all its glory?

The fantasy of an evening played out in his mind’s eye: Eddie would pick you up at your house, and you would answer the door wearing a cherry-colored dress that hugged your curves, painting you red to match your hair, your nails, and the angry shade of his cock. In the car, his fingers would brush the skin of your thigh, tracing the inked designs that lived there as you answered his questions about what you liked, what you didn’t, what you wanted or hated. Your hand would snake over to his thigh in turn, trace the seam of his black jeans- the ones that hugged his legs in all the right places- and the sensation would get him hard on the spot, right there in his car. 

Would you be scared away by that? By how quickly you turned him on, drove him nuts. Or would it turn you on too, making you sigh, a rumble through your chest as he felt your delicate, red-tipped fingers brush his hardening cock through the tightening fabric. Would you unbuckle his belt? Unbutton his pants? Unzip his fly and free his throbbing dick into the cool night air, only to shock him with the warm, wet feel of your mouth while he continued to cruise down a Hawkins country road?

Eddie groaned, feeling his release creep up on him. Closer and closer he drew, and with every stroke of his cock he succumbed further into his hazy vision of you. Now you were back in bed with him, naked and bouncing on his cock. You were rubbing your clit as you moved your hot, wet pussy up and down his shaft, leaving milky white wet in your wake. In his fantasy, you were arching your back, moaning as he thrust himself into you at a pace that hit places within you that made you cry out his name. 

His movements were getting faster, his grip growing tighter as it slipped over his cock at a speed that he knew would result in a sore arm tomorrow but he didn’t care- his release would be worth it. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, imagining your knees quivering as you made yourself cum on his cock. Imagining your body convulsing under waves of pleasure, your thighs threatening to close against his strong hands holding them open. You would moan and mewl and chant his name, and conjuring up the sound of his name as it left your lips was what did it for Eddie.

Heavy, white ropes of cum dripped over his knuckles, painting his stomach and sliding over the shining crevices of his rings. He stroked himself slower, coming down from his release with a shuddering sigh. 

It only took a few moments for the fact that he just jacked off to the thought of his daughter’s kindergarten teacher to sink in. 

Eddie didn’t feel… creepy… but he could tell there was a definite line he’d crossed somewhere. However, he was tired, and decided that he would deal with the moral implications tomorrow. 

***

The next time Eddie saw you, you were working the car line after school. He’d taken note of the Metallica shirt you were wearing, and rolled down his window, turning up the volume on his stereo. He watched as your smile broadened when you recognized For Whom the Bell Tolls. 

“Here for Raven?” You’d asked with a lopsided grin. Your voice was just as sweet as he remembered.

“Yep,” he’d replied, nodding to your t-shirt, “but if you want to keep her for a few more hours, I think I just decided I trust you with my kid even more than I did before.”

You grinned, showing all of your teeth this time. “She’s a cool kid.” you paused, as if debating whether to finish your sentence. “...I can see where she gets it.”

Eddie beamed, his smirk reaching up to the crow’s feet at his eyes. “You think I’m cool?”

You matched him, smirk for smirk, going as far as to lean your forearms onto the passenger side window sill. “You carry yourself like someone who knows they’re cool.”

Eddie stared at you for a moment, debating for an entirely too-short length of time whether or not he should shoot his shot. 

Fuck it. 

“Cool enough to buy you a drink sometime?”

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

Stop teasing me girl!

SUMMARY: Jungkook, your math teacher gets a boner when you accidently flash him, it ends you being fucked roughly in his bed .

PAIRINGS: Professor Jungkook X student reader.

WORD COUNT: 1.3K

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, fingering, lots of kisses , cream pies ,jungkook loves calling reader baby 😔❤️

A/N: just a drabble idea I had while resting in bed when I was unwell , JUNGKOOK AND READER BOTH SMOKE AFTER HAVING SEX! ! don't come at me . I hope you enjoy this oneshot .Thankyou @jungk97kwife for beta reading this ! ❤️

Jungkook has been giving you looks since the math class started you sat on the last bench purposefully. You had accidentally flashed him the lace bra you had worn today when he bent down over to look at your maths notebook. You didn’t realise your buttons were open.

“ Students if you have your phones I’m going to send you some maths problems and you have to do them in class right now, “Jungkook said while sitting in the chair, he sent the questions soon after opening your chat. Hoping no one saw his raging boner.

Kook ❤️: y/n are you doing it on purpose? Cause it’s working.

Y/n❤️🥰: What are you saying, Professor?

Kook❤️: Y/n I can see your red lace bra.

You saw his text and nervously smiled looking towards him and buttoning up your shirt.

Y/n ❤️🥰: kook I swear I did it unconsciously no wonder you sat down and gave us math problems to solve! Do you have a boner right now kook? 😂

Jungkook❤️: Yes because of you baby, wanna help me? I think I can wait until this class is over. Also focus on your homework , you’ll take care of this later

Y/n ❤️🥰: yes mr jeon .

After texting him you went forward with doing the math problem he had sent to the group. Some students occasionally asked him to help with the problems while he did them on his own.

It all started when you went to your maths teacher's cabin asking him to help you with some of the problems but jungkook said that your old teacher had left the school and he was going to be the new teacher. You were in disbelief that someone who looked so young was going to be your teacher? Jungkook helped you out with your problems that day.

A few months later, One day while you both were in his cabin he asked you to go through some important questions while you were sitting beside him and solving jungkook slightly pecked you on your cheek, and your eyes slightly widened at his action jungkook muttered sorry from his mouth and stood up only for you to take his hand and make him sit on his place.

You pecked his lips not expecting to kiss him back pulling you onto his lap. Since then you have been hooking up it’s nothing but the deal you both made up. No strings attached whatsoever. You both used yourselves just for pleasure. Jungkook and you would both call each other whenever you wanted to get laid he would secretly come to your dorm or you would sneak into his house. Even thought with that both of you risked, especially him—losing the job he’s been dreaming of you both kept going with it .

Present

You had left the class texting jungkook that you would go to his house first , you knew he keeps the spare keys hid behind the flower pot in the doorway, he had told you about it whenever he’d hear you blow up his doorbell.

The bell rang while you went to unlock the door jungkook closed the door while you pressed him on the door kissing him roughly while he chuckled and spun you so now you were the one pressed on the door your tongues were involved in the kiss while he backed up the string of saliva kept you both connected he went back on leaving wet kisses on your neck . “ kook no hickeys please it’s hard to cover” you groaned when you felt him bitting on your neck. “One baby one, "I've dreamt about it all day,” he said hissing when your hands made it towards his Crotch slowly palming him.

as we kept kissing, he messily led the way towards the bedroom. “fuck” he groans against my lips the second he hits the corner of the door. Jungkook closed the door pushing you onto the bed slowly coming to bed and sitting on your knees you had freshened up and you were in your bathrobe. You had some of the spare clothes in his closet using them whenever you stayed over at his house.

Jungkook kissed your legs telling you how smooth they were. He made you sit removing your robe and sucking your nipples and grabbing on the other making you moan his name slowly came down and made his way towards your pussy “Daddy is gonna give you a princess treatment baby” he said sucking your clit. Jungkook had a habit of rubbing his palm after making your pussy wet with his saliva making you moan his name “ fuck kook it feels so good “ he teased his fingers and finally inserted his fingers and sucked on your clit “Kook I’m gonna cum if you keep doing it” you said warning him. “ let it go princess cum on my fingers you like it right baby? Daddy needs to stretch you a bit for his cock, he is been neglecting your pussy for a few days?” Jungkook kept on talking till you came on fingers soon putting them in their mouth and groaning “You taste sweet princess “.

Jungkook hovered upon you while you unbuttoned his shirt kissing him and telling him how good he made you feel, he chuckled saying “ I’ll give you more baby “ he soon got naked teasing himself by giving some strokes on his cock and spitting some saliva which used to palm himself.

“ Fuck it’s too big jungkook” you groaned adjusting to his length “u can take it, baby, you always take me well,” he said slowly speeding up. You couldn’t stop clenching around him “fuck baby just like that gonna make me come” he whispered moaning your name and curses leaving his mouth. “ you love this don’t you baby, teasing me by wearing the red lace bra I don’t care baby if you did by mistake it turned me on “ he said thrusting fastly “ love it jungkook ……… want you to fuck me like this every day, fu-ck baby im Gonna cum “. His thrusts make you unable to speak. “Right there kook “Jungkook’s hands were squeezing your boobs groaning when your nails scratched around his shoulder.

Jungkook’s thrust soon became frantic as he was soon going to come "You make me feel so good." and soon came Chasing his high “cream pie suits you baby” jungkook said kissing you softly and chuckling , and then asking you if you were okay.

Jungkook soon came up to you with a wet towel and cleaned you up “How are you feeling? “ he asked while giving you a water bottle to drink “ Did I go a bit rough? “ he asked sitting on his side of the bed taking out a cigarette to light up “No kook it’s fine I love how rough you were though I don’t think I can walk now “ you said giggling “ stay with me tonight I’ll drop you off tomorrow morning” he said taking a blunt from his cigarette “ okay I’ll stay over pass me the cig kook” you said reaching over to take the cigarette from his hand . “ Baby I said it’s bad for you, it’s just that I can’t quit now but you’ve started doing it now don’t make this a habit yeah baby?” He said “ it’s fine kook one drag” he sighed and gave it to you, soon finishing, both of you mouth washed and went to the bed .

“Kook how much did I score?” You asked cuddling him you face pressed against his chest and your leg thrown over his waist . “ You did great y/n could have been a bit better” he shrugged you off by not saying your exact score. “ Goodnight Y/n” sleep soon overcoming you both .

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Part 2

[simpingforthemm]

Hello angel face 🌷

I fell so head over heels in love with your writing ^-^

I was wondering if I could request a headcanon on dating Isaac from My life with the walter boys?

Sending you lots of love ♡

~ 🧸

dating isaac garcia headcanons

a/n: omg not you making me blush 🤭❤️ thank you so much ❤️❤️ and ofc! I really enjoyed writing this since Isaac is so asfjlskjk 😍 I hope you enjoy!

words: 1.4k

summary: what it would be like to date isaac garcia

• as we all know, Isaac is a total ladies man and he has girls all over town crushing on him

• but he's not searching for anything serious with any of them

• if he were to really get into a relationship, his girlfriend would have to stand out

• he wouldn't want to date someone who blindly falls for him without really knowing him

• he wants that slow-burn enemies to lovers typa shit 😌

• me personally I think Isaac would go for an outsider girl who's kinda mysterious

• also probably someone who has a good sense of style and an interest in fashion

• he wants a girl who doesn't just simply agree with everything he says or does, he wants her to call him out on his bullshit, scold him if he's being an asshole etc!

• bc even tho he loves all the attention he gets from girls and he loves when they swoon over him, that stuff can get boring real quick and he just wants someone to be real with him!

• when you first meet, you don't think much of Isaac

• you are of the opinion that he's arrogant af and extremely entitled

• he's the popular guy and you're just chilling with your small friend group, away from all the high school drama

• it's only when you're paired as lab partners in chemistry and have to sit next to each other that you're forced to talk more (forced proximity y'all 😌😌)

• you bicker for a few weeks, exchanging snarky comments

you: "you really have no idea what the periodic table is? fucking stupid ass himbo"

Isaac: "oh so you're saying I'm good looking? can't even insult me properly huh?"

you: "oh stfu"

• it's only until both of you burst out laughing at some stupid video the teacher showed you in class

• and both of you are looking at each other like ????

• "I didn't know you had a good sense of humor too?"

• then both of you find yourself more often than not laughing at the same things

• you start making jokes to each other in classes, still bickering with each other but the bickering turning more into play fighting??

• also now you don't despise having to work together as lab partners anymore

• sometimes you also purposely sit next to each other in different classes just because it's more fun together

• yet both of you would never admit that

• lots of people from school are surprised about your new acquaintance with Isaac bc what is this popular guy doing with this outsider girl?

• but Isaac doesn't care about what other people think bc you're actually really chill and fun to be around

• one day, Isaac decides he's sick of conversing with his admirers and finds that your bickering with him is far more interesting and also more intellectually stimulating (yes 😂) than just having a bunch of girls stare at him with heart eyes swooning over him and just nodding at everything he's saying

• so at lunch he goes over to your friend group's table (actually just you and your two friend's table 😌) and asks if he can sit with you

• your two friends are like : 🤨🤨🤨him?

• but you're like: nah nah guys he's cool

• so you guys are just chilling together for lunch and he realizes what he's been missing out on!!

• he actually gets along with you and your friends so well bc y'all are also fashion mfs like him and not football ppl like his other friends lmao (tho he mostly hangs out with his cousins)

• after lunch he asks you if you want to hang out after school sometime and chill just the two of you, which surprises you but ofc you say yes

• on your first hangout you go to get matcha 🍵 and talk about art (I could imagine that also being one of Isaac's interests) and fashion, also like your fav brands and stuff and how both of you want to model/design/study fashion etc. in your future

• you also deep talk about his dad a lil and how Isaac mostly grew up at the Walter's house bc his dad is in the army

• your hangouts get more frequent and soon you realize it's more than friendship for both of you and that you actually are like in love with each other

• both of you used to always chat during class and laugh together which you still do but now it's just with a little bit of tension and awkwardness bc you're now crushing on each other

"hahaha...yeah that was um... really funny😅haha"

• and somehow Isaac can't flirt with you like he does with other girls bc with the other girls it was never genuine, he didn't really care about them but with you it's like...

• he really likes you and he doesn't wanna f it up

• I think he would get a lil more touchy tho as he realizes he likes u

• for example: you're out at the cinema watching an indie movie together and he puts an arm around you

• you're like: you've never done that before 🤨🤨🤨

• but then you have to hide your blush bc omg!! 😳 he just put his arm around you

• I feel like Isaac is a scaredy cat so he tells you he loves you over text 😭

• he doesn't even tell you he likes you first, bro just goes all out with the L word

• you've just woken up, it's like 6am on a Sunday and you see a text from Isaac from like an hour ago 💀💀

• "I think I'm in love with you lmao"

• and you immediately call him bc wtf???

• you ask him: "is this one of your jokes?" bc ain't no way are you gonna confess too only to be told it's a prank

• "no, no... it's true"

• "and you decided to tell me this over text?? literally wtf Isaac"

• then you're silent for a while and just say "I can't believe I'm about to say this on the phone but...I feel the same"

• then you meet up that same day and the second you meet you're literally laughing saying: "literally wtf Isaac"

• "sorry I, uh.. didn't know how else to say it..", he says awkwardly, looking away bc he's blushingg

• "well, it's fine because.. I love you too"

• Isaac literally perks up even though you've already said you feel the same, it's different hearing you say it in front of him

• then you guys have your first kiss which is literally life changing for Isaac because so far he's only ever kissed girls like for fun and not because he's fallen for them

• so this is a very new experience for Isaac

• you show up as a couple at school the next day and walk the hallways holding hands 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼

• everybody is confused and asks Isaac: "really? her?"

• he answers: "yeah, why? she's cool af?? and I'm literally in love with her??!!"

• so let's talk about your relationship

• you both match fits often and are basically the most stylish couple at school

• you also go thrifting together!

• you guys have a very strong emotional bond and talk about anything and everything literally

• you're his rock and his best friend, he tells you everything

• and by that I mean literally everything

• he also tells you about every prank he plans / has done and he also tells you about the putting bleach in Jackie's shampoo bottle prank

• which you immediately scold him for bc why is he putting that poor girl through this when she's literally still adjusting to the new life in the Walter's house after having to leave her home because her parents died?

• at school you go to Jackie to apologize for Isaac's behavior and offer to help with her hair, which she gladly accepts

• this leads to you and Jackie becoming best friends and to her joining your little friend group with your 2 friends

• (you guys are a better influence on her than Skylar and Grace)

• you also get invited to Walter family events, for example Will's wedding or Thanksgiving

• you can be a bit shy so you always cling to Isaac and Jackie whenever you're there

• But Katherine makes you warm up quickly with her good-hearted nature and you find yourself feeling comfortable in the Walter's home pretty soon

• you get along with Lee pretty well and you just fit in perfectly with the whole bunch

• your parents also love him bc he's literally your prince charming 💕

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Giving into Temptation ~Melissa Schemmenti xFem Teacher!Reader

🥸 Anon ask— Hey!! ❤️❤️ I love your fics so much! These are just some ideas I had for! Feel free to mix it up if you want!! 4, 8, & 23 Melissa Schemmenti x reader‬— Hope you Enjoy 🥸 anon!!

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#4. One bed troupe

#8. “Fuck you.” “That’s what I’m trying to do...”

#23. “Like my name that much, do you…? Moan it then… Moan my name, [insert pet-name]…”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, One bed troupe, enemies to lovers vibes, future implied smut, smut, fingering, thigh grinding, wet dreams, degrading kink, praise kink, etc.

Enjoy (;

Melissa had really been looking forward to PECSA weekend. Until Barbara had invited you to join their drinking party.

It’s not like the two of you hated each other. It’s just that you were both very opinionated and couldn’t have a conversation without somehow butting heads. For one, you were from Cleveland. And that was all Melissa needed to know to not like you.

“Uh no no no, Barb…” Melissa complained, “I’m not letting my weekend get ruined by *Ohio*…”

Ohio was Melissa’s nickname for you…

“Now Melissa…” Barbara chided, “You will let Y/N join us. She’s new in town and to the school, she shouldn’t be all on her own at PECSA…”

Melissa grumbled a bit more about it, but eventually gave way.

~~~

“Oh Hell No…!” Melissa exclaimed, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry, miss, it’s the only room left available at the moment…” the hotel check-in attendant said.

You gulped and blushed.

“Barb please…” Melissa looked to the poised kindergarten teacher for help.

“Oh no, I’m sorry Melissa, but I need my private time…” Barbara told the desperate red head, shaking her head.

The red head groaned in frustration.

“I am not sharing a room with her…!” Melissa growled in a low tone to Barbara.

But you heard the woman…

Eventually, she gave in, as there were no other options. You all got into the elevator and traveled up to your rooms. Barbara’s room ended up being right next to yours and Melissa’s.

“Shall we say the pool bar in 45 minutes?” Barbara suggested.

You both nodded in agreement, entering your shared room. Melissa slammed the door behind you as she huffed. But you stood still in your tracks. You gulped at the sight in front of you.

There was only one bed…

As Melissa came to your side, her eyes widened at the same realization.

“Oh Fuck No…” she murmured, carrying her things in reluctantly.

“It’s fine, I uh… I can sleep on the floor…”

She looked at you quizzically.

“No. That’s disgusting. It’s fine. We’ll share.” She huffed.

“And I’ll just get hammered anyways to not remember…” she murmured to herself.

~~~

The night went by and Melissa did indeed have a lot of alcohol, but so did you. By the end of the night, you both crashed into your room and immediately collapsed on the bed. Melissa was quick to establish her side of the bed, before promptly turning away from you. You were worn out and quickly faded into a slumber after that.

~~~

“You're so wet, baby… Is that all for me…?” The woman cooed, teasing your drenched folds with her fingers and holding your legs wide open.

You bit down on your lip to muffle a moan trying to escape your lips, you nodded vigorously and panted heavily.

“Obviously it's for me… You're my little whore, aren't you?” She lustfully sneered, sliding her two digits back into your sensitive cunt.

You gasped at the sensation and her words, mewling in pleasurable overstimulation.

“I’m such a good fuck that you can't get enough of me, can you?”

“Yes yes yes…!! Please pleaseeee—!” You chanted, arching your back into her form as her fingers pounded into you. Your hips began to grind against her hand… hard…

“Such a cum slut… You would do anything to get fucked…” the woman wickedly purred.

You nodded vigorously, approaching another high quite quickly.

“You wanna cum…?” She taunted, “Say my name… Say it…”

“Mel…!” You mewl.

“Louder.”

“Melissa…!!” You cry out.

“Good slut… Cum with my name on your tongue…” the red head growls.

“Fuck— MELISSA!!” You scream, cumming all over her fingers.

~~~

You suddenly jolt awake, trembling and all hot. You look at the clock.

3:37am

You then gasp as you feel a hand on your arm. You turn around to find Melissa starring at you. She moves slightly and your breath hitches as you feel your core on her thigh. And your dripping… All over your thighs… and hers… You gulp and go red.

“I… I’m so sorry…” you whisper, immediately retracting yourself and keeping to your side of the bed.

“Nice dream…?” She chuckled.

“Shut up…” you mumbled, going an even darker shade of red.

“You know… you were talking in your sleep…” she continued.

Your eyes widened slightly. Shit shit shit… This was all becoming too much.

“You were whimpering… a name… my name.” Melissa continued.

“Fuck you. Fuck you, Melissa.” You seethed through gritted tone.

At that, the red head tugged you to the middle of the bed, pinning you below her. You yelped, but she shut you up by smashing her lips into yours.

“That’s what I’m trying to do...” she growled.

You tried to contain the moan threatening to escape your lips. Melissa then suddenly backed away, backing herself up against the headboard. You rolled back up and we’re now in between her legs. You looked at the red head in anticipation.

“Why don’t you make even more of a mess on my thighs…?” The red head taunted.

You gulped breathlessly and nodded. You quickly straddled the woman’s thigh and began grinding against it. She tensed her thigh and you mewled out in pleasure.

“Like that, baby…?” Melissa taunted.

You nodded vigorously. Suddenly, you felt the woman’s hand stabilize your sides and start really rutting you against her thigh. You were a desperate, slick mess.

“Like my name that much, do you…? Moan it then… Moan my name, baby…” The red head growled.

“Melissa please Oh God—!!” You cried out.

The red head brought you over your edge on her thigh, leaving you a panting mess. You went to lay back down, but Melissa stopped you.

“Oh, we aren’t done, Sweet girl…” the red head chuckled.

~~~

Melissa Schemmenti Masterlist

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

❤️

Summary: You and Eddie can't stand each other. However, there is this little thing of Eddie wanting to fuck you senseless much to his chagrin.

Warnings: 18+, minors shoo! Enemies to enemies who fuck 😏

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work.

💖

Eddie couldn't stand you or your pretty smile but most of all he couldn't stand the way he wanted you so badly.

You were a goody goody teachers pet, all sweetness and light... Well except to him.

He ignores the fact that the thought of you on your knees with your mouth around his cock is the fantasy that has him fucking himself with his hand every night.

He imagines you coming done underneath him, those soft little moans that would drive him wild as he kissed every inch of your body.

Because he just can't feel this way... He just can't.

Dustin had brought you to Hellfire a few times and every time that happened fireworks would kick off between the two of you.

You got him so wound up that it took him out of his zone as Dungeon Master, that never happened and each time it annoyed the hell out of him.

Even with high school over - in which he finally graduated - he still couldn't avoid you.

Not only were you ingrained into Hellfire that he hosted weekly but you were also good friends with Robin and Steve so you were around a lot.

Take tonight for the example. It was movie night, Steve was hosting and Eddie had brought a date.

Her name was Tara and she was very cool, into the same bands as he was and gorgeous.

The thing was he couldn't take his eyes off you, you were quiet for a little while at the beginning of the night.

That's until Steve's friend Matt kept you company, joking with you, whispering in your ear and making you giggle.

Each second irked Eddie more and more, it made him tense and there was a burning feeling in his gut.

After a while Tara got fed up and left and he couldn't blame her. No, he blamed you.

💖

When movie night was over he agreed to drive Dustin back home, you lived next door so you were in the van too.

The tension was unbearable by the time he drove you and Dustin home, after Dustin went inside his house you turned into him with an irratated expression.

"What's up with you Munson?" he blinks stunned at your question and glares at you.

"Maybe it's the fact that you've been driving me crazy all night" He snaps and you frown.

"How is that exactly? I've been talking to Matt all night while you've been busy with Tara Jones" You make a face at her name and he wonders why you don't like her.

Some part of him deep down wonders if you were jealous, tries to ignore the rush of pleasure he feels that he drove you as crazy as you did to him.

"Matt is full of shit. A complete douchebag" He spits out and feels anger thrum inside him.

"What does it matter to you who I talk to or find cute?" you get out the van before he can answer and he follows you.

"It doesn't matter to me. What matters is that I could have had a nice date tonight and you ruined it" You round on him, eyes flashing and he swallows taken aback, jesus h christ you were beautiful.

Shaking himself out of these thoughts, he huffs and prepares for what you're going to say.

"My fault? How is it my fault?" all of his emotions come out at this point and he doesn't think about what he's saying, he just lets it all out.

"You drive me fucking crazy princess, I have a date with a great girl and all I can focus on is you, I couldn't take my eyes of you, had to watch you flirt with that asshole" the anger drains from your face and you move closer to him.

"Eddie...

"You're around all the time and I can't fucking stand you but the same time I want to kiss you senseless"

He finishes his rant, breathing heavily and stares at your wide eyes and stunned expression.

"You drive me crazy too you know?" you murmur and he finds himself gravitating towards you, he doesn't think, just acts and presses his lips to yours.

Your lips are so soft, they feel like heaven and he wraps his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him, pressing your body close to his.

The little moan that leaves your mouth goes straight to his cock, he backs you up against the wall and massages your thigh letting his fingers inch further up your skirt.

Lust takes over the both of you and soon your clothes are strewn on the floor as you head to the bedroom.

You love riding Eddie, the high of the orgasms leave you both seeing stars and the moans issuing around the room are sinful.

Love bites pepper your breasts and Eddie whispers in your ear as he sinks into you,

"You think that prick Matt could make you feel this good huh princess?" he coos as you whimper for his touch.

"Fuck me Eddie, please" your soft begging combined with the fact that he can't get enough of being balls deep inside you is enough to make Eddie sink into you again.

You're so tight, you feel so fucking good and he doesn't want this night to end or think about what tommorow brings.

He just wants to focus on your blissed out expression and the fact this feels like heaven.

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If you'd like a part two then let me know what you want to see in it :)