#m0chaminx

[m0chaminx]

Coriolanus Snow | “What about you?” “She's the star.” “Luckily I Like Roses.”

*•.¸♡Request: omg can you write a coryo x reader, i don’t mind what, just pls don’t make him go batshit crazy at the end😩😩

*•.¸♡Prompts: none

*•.¸♡Warnings: Coriolanus, I completely forgot the other Covey peoples names :I, reader is shorter than Snow, Cori isn't insane (ish), Snow is slight ooc, and yes he's a terrible person but you’re here too

*•.¸♡Paring: Coriolauns Snow x F!reader

*•.¸♡Summary: On Coriolanus’s trip down to the lake with the star Lucy Gray, he found the most beautiful rose ever seen

Or

Coriolanus pervs on you while swimming (romantic)

*•.¸♡Words: 1.1k

Part 2

Growing up in the Covey had been a stroke of luck, simple as it gets, when Lucy Gray Baird and her family had been forced into District 12 Seeing the talent you had with a guitar one night as you played to the darkness, they took you to their next show where you played alongside Lucy Gray. She was still the star, she had the smile, the voice, the charisma. You could sing when you needed to, and you played the guitar just as well, but she always took the spotlight. And when she strolled into town after winning the Hunger Games, that star power only grew. She was the star, until one sunny morning.

Mockingjay's sang into the wind, the warm sun beating against your skin and the gentle breeze made your sundress flow in the wind. Meeting Lucy and the others on the walk to the lake you came face to face with Coriolanus Snow. Buzzed blonde hair, sharp jawline and the bluest eyes you had ever seen. His smile was bright, and his laugh was as sweet as Lucy’s singing. And it should be, he was laughing at her jokes. Smiling at her. Before he could catch you staring your eyes had shifted quickly, focussing on Lucy as you walked to her side.

She beamed as she saw you, wrapping her arms tightly around you.

“Coriolanus, I want you to meet only the bestest person in the world,” Lucy went on, kissing you quickly on the cheek.

The same smile returned as he turned to shake your hand, his skin soft on your calloused palms. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” He spoke your name softly, the syllables dripping from his tongue like honey. Your hand slipped from his, the tips of his fingers running along your palm.

Lucy quickly ushered you and the rest of the group on, starting the long hike down the green hills. Lucy walked ahead with Aurora, talking wistfully into the wind. You walked in silence, one hand gripping the strap of your satchel as you watched the critters race up the branches of the trees.

“Lucy said you played the guitar,” Coriolanus spoke up, swatting away another mosquito. He walked beside you, his tall figure blocking the sun from your face. He looked down at you, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Why didn’t I see you performing last night?”

You simply shrugged. The answer was the crowds didn’t cheer for you, Lucy was the star, and she could play for hours without backup. But it sounded sad. You looked over the trees, the Mockingjay's flying higher into the trees. “Nothing special, you probably just missed me when I left.”

Coriolanus shook his head softly, “I feel like I’d remember you.” You couldn’t place what Coriolanus meant, your eyebrows furrowing as you thought over his words. You didn't say anything more after that, keeping your eyes ahead on the track leading to the lake.

As soon as the dock was close enough Aurora and Tip had stripped their clothes off and thrown themselves in the water. You tossed your bag down, the hot sun that had beat against your skin had made you more than happy to rush into the water. Tossing your sundress aside with your satchel you ran down the dock and dove under the crystal blue water. The cool lake chilled your skin enough to relieve the sun but not enough to raise goosebumps.

You swam up to the surface, pushed the hair back for your face and fixed the straps of your handmade bra that slid down your shoulder. Lucy jumped in after you, and with a yell, Coriolanus jumped in, the splash of water hitting your face. You laughed, using your arms to keep you afloat. Coriolanus muttered an apology through a smile, but you barely noticed as your eyes fell over his light skin, his collar bones and muscular shoulders.

The lake was sweet, a nice relief from the constant smell of coal and sweat, the rowdy crowds and the smell of liquor on everyone's breath. Some time later Lucy had swam to shore, helping Aaroa and Tip fish and dig up Katniss' roots.

You floated on your back, the gentle waves lapping at your skin as the sun warmed your face. Coriolanus sat on the edge of the dock, toying with his fingers as he watched you. The wind blew the waves softly, the sun reflecting on your skin like liquid gold. He pushed himself off the dock, slipping below the cold water once again. “Can I hear you sing?” His voice made you turn your head to look at him.

“I don’t sing,” You muttered, turning your head to face the sun again.

“Lucy said you sing.”

You turned to swim properly, treading water. “If you wanna hear someone sing you should ask Lucy,” You insisted. You pushed yourself closer, slipping your fingers under the slim metal chain of his dog tags, untangling the knot. You moved it to hang properly from his neck, your nails dragging ever so slightly across his soft skin.

His icy blue eye moved from your hand on his skin and looked up at your face, droplets of water falling from your hair, and slipping down your skin and when they hit your lips, you swiped them away with your tongue. “I wanna hear you sing.” His eyes snapped up to meet yours as you lifted her gaze from the metal chain.

You chuckled softly and he swore it sounded like the sweetest melody, a honeydew sound that he couldn't help but smile at. “You’re funny Coriolanus Snow,” you said softly. “Turning down the winner of the Hunger Games. A true victor.”

Coriolanus wiped a hand down his face, wiping away the water running over his eyes. “What about you?” He asked.

You shook your head softly. “She’s the star, the songbird,” You insisted, unsure you were convincing him or yourself. His smile made your stomach flip, his gaze made your cheeks burn, but his words… his honey words.

His hand slowly reached out, his fingers slipping beneath the strap of your bra and sliding it back up your shoulder. His hand lingered there for a moment before falling back into the water. “Luckily I like roses.”

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MCU FANFICS REC Pt.1

[Fanfics i've read]

edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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Peter(pietro) maximoff

erik lehnsherr

warren worthington

alex summers

Scott summers

Kurt Wagner

Jean grey

Druig

Loki laufeyson

Bucky barnes

Peter parker

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@weasvlys - NSFW headcannon

@takenbypeter - Is the big spoon when cuddling

- Gives the other “the look” when they crossed the line

- Spends WAY too much time in the snack aisle while grocery shopping

@chiefdirector - Being in a Polyamorous relationship with Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr would include...

@gangrenados - valentine's day with them

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Peter(pietro) maximoff

@quickiesgirl -the night the klepto stole your heart

@takenbypeter - text message emergency

- have no fear peter is here

- look me in my eyes

- peter w/ an s/o whos too nice

- snack shopping

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

@devilgenics - headcannon

@spilledkauffie - cuddling with them

@softie-rain - opposites attract

@quicksilverownsmysoul - ___

@damnnnelliot - sleeping with pietro maximoff would include

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erik lehnsherr

@fanfic-galore-ig - headcannon

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warren worthington

@absolutelyfizzing - angels and demons

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

@spilledkauffie - cuddling with them

- NSFW

@mrsarnasdelicious - first kiss

@tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik - fluff alphabet pt.2

@definitely-not-v - meeting and falling inlove with warren would include

@gangrenados - ___

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alex summers

@starshipsofstarlord - summertime

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

@spilledkauffie - cuddling with them

- NSFW

@mayfieldss - dating alex summers would include

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Scott summers

@refiwrites - taking care of drunk scott summer

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

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Kurt Wagner

@definitely-not-v - Warm

@peachy-wolfhard - dating kurt wagner

@maximoffs-girl - having a family w/ kurt wagner

- dating kurt wagner would include

- arcade date with kurt

@refiwrites - is that my sweater?

@rubystarpoet - nightcrawler

@dem-obscure-imagines - nightcrawler and the princess

@gabrielsgoldengrace - being a burlesque dancer and kurt seeing a show would include

@thefandom-fanatic - drawing hearts

@spotofimagines - blue

@youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms - you can do this i believe in you

@fandom-------queen - headcannon

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Jean grey

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

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Druig

@sapphireplums - break time

@starsvck - somewhere only we know

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Loki laufeyson

@weasleygirl7 -Glorious purpose

@bonky-n-steeb - the flower crown

@agentofkrypton - ___

- ___

@takenbypeter - you make it better

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bucky barnes

@takenbypeter - keep your friends close

- b.b

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peter parker

@parkersmaterialgirl - headcannon

@yesitsmewhataboutit - 1:10 am

@realtalkswithfinn - the spiderling(avenger!reader)

[sundrop-writes]

Sundrop's Official DC Titans Taglist

So - I have just found out that Tumblr only allows 50 tags maximum per post, which means that I am going to have to divide up the way I track each tag list into individual posts, and it means that there will only be 50 slots per taglist. So please regard the rules that I have outlined here, and know that if you don't follow those rules, I will drop you from the taglist - because this is extra work for me when posting fics and I am doing this for the benefit of people who want to have easier access to fanfiction, not for myself.

This post has been made as my personal way to keep track of the taglist - you can ask to be removed at any time.

DC Titans Taglist: @panacademics | @poetatorturadaa | @m0chaminx | @adat4r | @skypperlegacy | @jasntodds | @peehall | @starmyx | @em8rin | @redhoodless | @obsessedwithromance | @laurelthesimp | @mrs-megane | @domfikeluva | @nooneuniqie | @groundzerospitfire | @bookygeekygirl | @princestalea | @100520s | @jazzchambers95 | @reaperxxxxzz | @omgpanicfan | @blackviper980 | @yin24 | @the-sander-fander | @briannareneea985 | @immawitchi21 | @starryfantasydreams | @graysonfamfan2021 | @maydayforus | @stars-at-5pm | @beabee222 | @ashrrams | @chae-3l | @emilyskinners | @kiannavalencia1998 | @rwylm-things | @pinkmelodie |

If you want to be added to this taglist, you can do so by replying to this post or interacting with this post in some way. But please make sure that you have your mentions turned on first, otherwise I literally cannot add you to the taglist.

I do not do taglists for individual characters, so being a part of this taglist means you will be included in being tagged in fanfiction about Jason Todd, Gar Logan, Donna Troy, Dick Grayson, and any other characters from the series that I take any interest in writing about. Happy reading!

[nekoannie-chan]

Week 52 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 52 2023 or Week 208, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 52 2023:

Dark!Avengers fic (Dark!Avengers X Reader) by @chocolateeclairsmoralbackbone 🖤

Coriolanus fic part 1 (Coriolanus Snow X Reader) by @m0chaminx 💚❤️

Steve fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @fushic0re 💚

Stolen choices chapter 5 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @catch22inareddress 💚💙

Mischief giggle (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @deliciousangelfestival 💚

Coriolanus fic part 2 (Coriolanus Snow X Reader) by @m0chaminx 💚❤️

Legacy prologue (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @just-dreaming-marvel 💚

Stolen choices chapter 6 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @catch22inareddress 💚💙

Shower (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sidechrevans❤️

Steve fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @haravath0t 💚

Dream a little dream of me part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @paperweight91💚

Stolen choices chapter 7 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @catch22inareddress 💚💙

Miguel being a provider (Miguel O’Hara X Reader) by @little-miss-dilf-lover 💚 ❤️

Off the page 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor ❤️ 🖤

Voices of roses and ruin part I (Coriolanus Snow X Reader) by @americaswritings 🖤

Stolen choices chapter 8 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @catch22inareddress 💚💙

(Pumpkin) cream pie (Miguel O’Hara X Reader) by @runa-falls❤️

Voices of roses and ruin part II (Coriolanus Snow X Reader) by @americaswritings 🖤

Lack the back of my hand (Stucky X Reader) by @buckyownsmylife❤️

Stolen choices chapter 9 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @catch22inareddress 💚💙

I promise (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @amarabliss 💚💙

Accidents happen (Stucky X Reader) by @myfictionaldreams 💚💙❤️

Move (Margaery Tyrell X Reader) by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms💚

Complete (Stucky X Reader) by @buckyownsmylife❤️

Campfire stories (Johnny Storm) by @chasingmidnights 🖤

Sweet like chocolate (Eddie Brock X Reader) by @raz-writes-the-thing💚

Wasted 10 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor ❤️🖤

An empty land (Stucky X Reader) by @buckyownsmylife❤️

This isn’t your fault (Tara Carpenter X Reader) by @persevereforahappyending💚

After upsetting you (Brock Rumlow X Reader, Jack Rollins X Reader) by @ramadiiiisme

Oh simple thing (Stucky X Reader) by @buckyownsmylife❤️

I had my dance and now I'm where I belong part 6 (Steve Rogers X Reader, Bucky X Reader) by @sosa2imagines 💚💙

As you wish (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rookthorne 💚💙

Dating Light Yagami would include… (Light Yagami X Reader) by @she-who-writes-for-multi-fandoms 💚💙🖤

Paranoia unveiled (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sevenwivesofrafecameron 🖤

Where have you gone (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckyownsmylife❤️

[chaneajoyyy]

WLW FANFICTION (PART 2)

@ljstraightnochaser

BLACK PANTHER

SHURI

senile souls- @nzia-writes

fatal touch series- @writingintheshadowsforever

shuri soft headcanons, @m0chaminx

i do, mentor, grieving, jealousy, a helping hand my cheerleader, focus series, how i met your mother, surprise visit, a+ series, sweet girl, stolen heart, shuri hc's, butterflies, satisfied, eat me for breakfast, unexpected love, mommy's girl, we'll meet again, shuri smut drabble, miss me kiss me, paint me, my heart and soul, i'm not over you- @heejayy

don't run from me, 24/7 (ft. riri williams)- @kisskourt

come and see me, heart of iron & steel (ft. riri williams), tulips, the panther's muse- @risingoftime

generous- @gardenof-venus

our!?, permission- @demie90s

record store- @cuddl3s4shur1

they kissing!- @axailslink

imagine shuri revealing your true heritage to you- @writingintheshadowsforever

genius princess, comfortable, for a while- @solitaryearthperson

dating shuri headcanons, beach day, i'm not sure, stop trying, maybe it's the jazz, is that what you think? hold on, when i had the chance, don't play with me princess, what did i tell you?, sit down please, smoking that 🍃 with shuri- @haechvn

insecure, valentine's day with shuri, believe me series, stressed out, nights like this, griot, rivals, too much series, christmas with shuri headcanon series, training with shuri, cooking with shuri, @queenofsimpsblog

swallow (your pride), i miss your there series, private session, meet me under the golden tree, motel princess, for you i'll try, all eyes on you, eyes on me, seven wonders, wouldn't change a thing, vampire shuri series, black tracksuit shuri (photos), shuri (photos)- @sapphicvqmpires

crown royal, the elevator, your panther series-@pocketsizedpanther

forbidden fruit, seven deadly sins, on the throne, the panther's prey, touchin', lovin', f*ckin' "- @naomis-daydream

@prettymrswright

speak to me softly- @sloth-babied

everything that's broke leave it to breeze, first date with hbcu!shuri, shuri w/ a college!reader, domesticwife!shuri headcanons series, summertime curshin', i have loved you since we were eighteen series, you are my peace of mind, iceskating with the bp:wf girls (search: shuri x black!reader)- @shinsousliya

next to me series- @babyboiboyega

CAPTAIN MARVEL

CAROL DANVERS

different but same, dust- @solitaryearthperson

THOR

VALKYRIE/BRUNHILDE

soft, hardness (sequel to soft), it was my fault- @solitaryearthperson

***PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE FICS!!!***

[hellskitchenswhore]

#smut (Vol. 3)

➸ "Can't Wait" by @m0chaminx - Kinktober prompt: against the wall

➸ Hold Your Breath by @that-sarcastic-writer - You can't get enough of Matt, no matter how much you may pretend to hate him when you're in court

➸ favours and antics by @mvtthewmurdvck - you're a bit jealous about Matt's trip to LA, #FWB to lovers

➸ Get a little dirty by @munsonownsmyass - shower sex doesn't go quite as planned, #kinktober, #fluff

➸ Mirror by @thegreengoop - mirror sex with matt

➸ Costumes by @someplace-darker - #priest!matt, #softdom!matt

➸ Subdrop by @murdock-barnes - Matt has to run off in the night and leaves you experiencing subdrop, #softdom!matt

➸ Kinktober - pussy slapping by @youvebeenlivingfictional - sparring with matt

➸ a really bad day by @chvoswxtch - after a horrible day, matt loses control, #angst, #tw use of safeword

➸ Hate to love you by @munsonownsmyass - steamy #hatefucking

➸ She Feels Like Home by @missbeewrites - #face sitting

➸ Somnophilia by @ohwowimlonley - you wake matt up for some fun

➸ Tipsy sex headcannons by @prettyeyesnof4ce

➸ irresistible by @traitorjoelite - you're a rival lawyer and you and matt can't stand each other, #hate sex, #enemies with benefits

➸ Kinktober - Clothed Sex - Matt comes home frustrated and fucks you in the suit, #rough sex

➸ good girl by @yourbucky084 – professor!matt wants to see you after class

➸ Boys in Bed with Books, Matt Murdock by @jobean12-blog - you distract Matt while he's reading over a case in bed

➸ The Devil I Know by @lanadelreyscokewhor3 - you've been broken up for months, but you still end up in his bed. #angst, #love

➸ Let me care for you by @wannabemurdock - Matts had a rough night and he only wants you

➸ Office sex drabble by @prettyeyesnof4ce - Matt stuffs your mouth with his tie while he fucks you in the office

➸ Needy by @murdock-barnes - You're making out and matt cums in his pants. Idk what else to say

➸ Avid Reader by @coalix - You've started reading smutty romance novels and its driving matt murdock up the wall

➸ encounters by @little-miss-dilf-lover - you give matty a treat before he goes on patrol, #bj

➸ Kneel At The Altar by @blackshadowswriter - You distract matt during mass, and he's sure to repay the favor

➸ Ours by @chvoswxtch - You went off the pill and its making Matt a little crazy, major #breeding kink

➸ pretty boy by @foli-vora - some days you just can't resist him, #bj

➸ lunch date by @chvoswxtch - matt invites you to his office for a lunch date, but it doesn't go as expected

➸ game on by @stress--relief - you're both trapped in a battle of wills. who will be the first to break?

[tenpintsofsundrop]

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🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

A lot of the time, not particularly? I don't actually spend a lot of time reading fanfiction, because I spend way more time writing/working on my own fics, and if I do read stuff, it's because someone else reblogged it and it came across my dashboard, or because I am just going through a general fandom archive for something I like on AO3.

If I do narrow it down by a specific tag - something I often search for it large fandoms (especially the DC fandom, which has a lot of fanfiction) is A/B/O. It's always interesting to see how different people write it, and I really like seeing how masked vigilante characters are turned into an A/B/O AU.

I am also a sucker for Friends To Lovers or PWP.

But most of the time when I read fics, I will read a broad spectrum of anything as long as it sounds interesting/catches my attention.

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

(Now feeling slightly sad that I am realizing all my fic recs have been deleted along with my old blog, but I am loving how fresh and new this blog is.)

I recently rediscovered @m0chaminx who writes really amazing Gar fics - I am definitely going to reblog some of their fics to be on this blog soon. And @theteasetwrites is someone who writes amazing TWD fics who I rushed to follow when I made this blog, and they are two writers who I remembered right off the top of my head, but other than that - idk.

If I was gonna make a more comprehensive rec list for a specific fandom or character, then I would have to spend some time doing research for it.

[the-vex-archives]

Devil May Cry Masterlist (2024)

General

Fics

"AWAS" Part 2

@rodeoxqueen

Dante and Vergil meet a mysterious and powerful being with a painful past and an even deadlier endgame.

Headcanons

Dante, Vergil, V, and Nero With A Blind! S/O + Best Friend

@rodeoxqueen

Dante and Vergil When Their Daughter Is Born With Blonde Hair Like Eva’s

@rodeoxqueen

Vergil Sparda

Oneshots

"No Qualms"

@rodeoxqueen

“A bit to a Grandpa Vergil work I will never write.”- Rodeo

“It is nothing you haven’t done yourself" ( x Daughter! Reader )

@rodeoxqueen

Vergil Fighting His Power Obsessed Daughter

V

Fics

"True North" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

@keeroo92

No summary provided

Oneshot

"Within Red" ( x Witch! OC )

@m0chaminx

No summary provided

[m0chaminx]

Coriolanus Snow | Roses Grow Thorns

*•.¸♡Request: Pls pls pls do a part 2 too the snow x reader fix it was so amazing and I want more of them 🙏🙏🙏🙏‼️‼️🩷

*•.¸♡Prompts: none

*•.¸♡Warnings: Coriolanus, Cori isn't insane (ish), Snow is slight ooc, jealousy, hurt comfort, fluff ending

*•.¸♡Paring: Coriolanus Snow x F!reader

*•.¸♡Summary: Coriolanus learns his favourite flower grows thorns

Or

You confront Coriolanus about his relationship with Lucy Gray

*•.¸♡Words: 2k

Part 1

People danced, swaying with their partners in a circle as you stood on stage, strumming your guitar and singing to the crowd. Lucy had just finished the first half of her set, so you took the stage to fill the silence. Coriolanus sat with Sejanus at a table across the room, large glasses of some sort of liquor. Coriolanus looked up at you and smiled.

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours

Your voice trailed off slightly as Lucy raced to Coriolanus and Sejanus, throwing her arm around his shoulder and leaning between them. You shook your head and continued to play, trying to ignore Lucy Gray practically hanging from Coriolanus’s arm.

Jealousy, an unwelcome guest, clawed at the edges of your heart, leaving an ache in your chest. No words had been exchanged, and no actions had passed between you two. It overtook the corners of your mind, urging you to believe that Lucy Gray should sense the unspoken connection threading its way between you and Coriolanus.

Each shared trip to the lake, every stolen moment when Coriolanus chose to spend his fleeting free hours with you — these fragments of time saved in your mind like photos in an old book. Yet, as you observed Lucy Gray standing there, a vision of radiant smiles and hushed confidences exchanged with Coriolanus, a wave of emotion surged. It was as if the world momentarily lost its colour, and the whispers of uncertainty left an indelible mark on your heart.

You clenched your hand, trying to ease the shaking in your hands.

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

Maybe I just wanna be yours

Every night for the past week following that evening, Coriolanus Snow would tap gently on the glass of your window. You would turn your head and he would smile, the same bright smile that made your stomach flip and fill with butterflies. You crept across the wood floors and opened the window, looking down at the blue-eyed boy. “Are you busy?”

You would simply laugh at him. You grabbed your coat and slipped out the window, Coriolanus gripping your waist to help you down properly. He would smile, slip a scarf under the window to close it without locking it and you would slip away unnoticed, descending into the velvety embrace of the night.

In those quiet moments, Coriolanus would slip your hand in his own, his warm hand covering yours as he laced your fingers together. He guided you through the dense labyrinth of woods, you knew these woods better than he did but through the nights as he led you to the lake, you questioned if you ever knew them at all. 

The Mokingjays sang into the night as if calling to the small fireflies to light the way. “I brought matches,” Cori said, looking back at you. He tugged on your hand bringing you closer and you couldn't help but think about Lucy Gray running her hand along his shoulders. “We can light a fire. Maybe catch some fish.” You nodded and Coriolanus smiled.

You reached the lake and Coriolanus set his bag down, quickly gathering everything to start a fire. You walked to the edge of the water, your mind running faster than you could even start to comprehend. “Think we’ll catch anything?” He asked, stopping to look up at you.

You looked back over the water, looking at the fish no bigger than your palm swimming just above the sea floor. You shook your head, keeping your eyes on the moonlight dancing on the waves of the water. “Nothing big enough to eat,” You said. Coriolanus nodded and turned back to the fire.

Once the fire was made you sat on the ground beside him, leaving enough space so your shoulders didn’t touch. You both sat in silence, Coriolanus’s knee bouncing softly. 

The flames danced and flickered, the golden glow flickering in Coriolanus’s blue eyes, you settled onto the ground beside him. You shifted slightly, making sure your shoulders didn't touch. The silence stretched between you, Coriolanus's fingers drumming against a stick he held in nervousness.

Coriolanus's knee bounced softly, mirroring the unsteady rhythm of both your hearts. The mere inches that separated you felt like an unbridgeable chasm, as long and confusing as his thoughts. “Did I do something?” His voice cut through the silence like a knife and you turned towards him, your eyebrows furrowed. “You seem distracted. You’re not talking like you usually do. You’re sitting far away.” You bit your lip and shrugged softly. “What’s wrong?”

“What did I sing tonight?” You turned to face Coriolanus. “Tonight. I sang, I wore the red dress so everyone could see the white rose you gave me. But what did I sing?” Coriolanus stammered. “You don’t spare a second glance at me during our shows, you talk to Sejanus when I do perform and you let Lucy Gray hang off your arm like she was yours.”

He spoke your name softly, trying to shuffle closer but you stood quickly. “Don’t do that Cori,” You pleaded. “I’m gonna go home, I’ll see you later.” You turned on your heel. Making your way back through the woods.

Coriolanus sighed, dropping his head into his hands as you walked from his view.

The next morning you stared at the ceiling, stretched out on your small bed. You twisted a small rose between your fingers, the thrones pricking your skin occasionally. The knock at the window made you jump. You turned your head to look at Coriolanus standing on the other side, smiling ever so slightly. You sighed and set the rose aside before walking to the window and pulling it open. “Corio-”

“Don’t talk,” he said quickly. “Don’t say anything, just follow me.” 

“Cori-”

“What did I just say?”

A frustrated huff escaped you as you forcefully closed the window, shutting out the annoying sounds of crickets. Pulling the blinds closed with a swift motion covering Coriolanus’s face, but you caught his smile dropping. You donned your jacket and stepped out the front door, stopping in front of Coriolanus just as you turned the corner. He extended his hand, a warm smile playing on his lips. Suppressing the annoyance that still simmered beneath the surface, you offered a muted response, "Just lead the way," your words carrying a hint of resignation.

Coriolanus nodded and started to lead you through the woods, the sun still yet to rise properly. “You sang I Wanna Be Yours,” Coriolanus muttered. “No, I didn't ask Lucy Gray. You wrote it after you met your old girlfriend but you haven't sung it since. That’s why it was so important to you. And why you wanted me to remember it.”

You hummed and tried to hide your smile. “So you were paying attention.”

Coriolanus spoke, low and earnest, his gaze fixed on you. "I always pay attention," he assured, a sincerity etched into his words. The weight of his gaze, coupled with the firmness in his tone, sought to reassure you. "And nothing is happening between Lucy Gray and me. She was helping me with something," he explained, his words carrying the weight of truth and an unspoken plea for understanding.

“Which is?”

Coryo smiled, “Keep following me.”

You followed Coriolanus, walking in silence until the sun rose completely. He stopped at a rock wall, a small dirt trail winding around it. He reached out, slipping his hand into yours and leading you down the track. “Roses don’t grow in 12, the ground is too hard,” Coriolanus started. “Lucy Gray told me just beyond the rock wall there is ground soft enough to grow flowers. Sejanus used his father's money to get some seed and…” Coriolanus stepped aside as you reached the bottom of the track.

You smiled, Coriolanus’s hand slipping from yours as you stepped further into the growing rose field. Dozens of rose bushes had started to grow, small red and white flowers sporting. Small raindrops covered the flowers, the sun reflecting off of them like diamonds. You crouched, smiling as you ran your hand along the rose petals. 

A soft smile played on your lips, and Coriolanus's hand tenderly released yours as you ventured deeper into the growing rose field. Rows of rose bushes, adorned with tiny red and white blossoms, unfold before you, blossoming like a garden from the Capitol. Small raindrops adorned the delicate petals, capturing the sunlight in a dance that shined like diamonds. Your heart swelled. You glanced back at Coriolanus who shared the same smile.

You carefully crouched down, your smile growing as you traced the velvet texture of the rose petals with your fingertips, each delicate touch slow and careful as if the rose would fall apart. Coriolanus smiled as he watched you, his stomach filling with butterflies as he waited for you to speak. 

"Wait..." The urgency in your voice sliced through the air as you stood, swiftly pivoting to face Coriolanus. His smile disappeared, replaced by a stark seriousness mirrored in your eyes. Your heart fell to your stomach as your voice shook, "You said Sejanus got the seeds from his father. If the Peacemakers find out, they'll take you away." The gravity of your words hung heavily in the charged atmosphere. “Cori, they’ll take you to the hanging tree-”

“They won’t,” Coriolanus said quickly. He stepped forward holding your face in his hands, his thumb tracing the lines of your cheekbones. “No one is going to take me away. No one is taking you. Or Sejanus, or Lucy Gray.” You raised your hand, settling it on top of his. “This place is ours, yours and mine. No one is going to take that.”

Yours and mine.

You smiled, laughing softly as you looked up at Coriolanus, his blue eyes meeting yours. “You got me roses?” You asked.

“You said you liked the Capitol flowers more,” Coriolanus remembered. “I can’t exactly take you to the Capitol, so I thought I’d bring the best part of the Capitol here.”

“Besides yourself.”

A warm smile graced his features as he leaned in, closing the distance until his forehead gently met yours. "Do people in the Capitol kiss differently than the districts?" His inquiry, spoken in a hushed tone, carried a hint of curiosity and a touch of playfulness.

“I think…” you leaned up slightly, bumping your nose against his, “you should find out.”

The brush of his fingertips against your jawline, tracing a delicate path along your skin, igniting a shiver that danced down your spine. As he cradled your face, your breath hitched in anticipation, your eyes staring at his chapped pink lips. Drawing you closer, the final shared breath seemed to linger, suspended in the charged atmosphere, before he sealed the connection with a kiss that felt like a spark that lit a fire. Your heart echoed the rhythm of the thousands of times you had dreamed of this moment and your hands instinctively wound around the back of his neck, the embrace pulling him closer.

Your stomach twirled, filling with butterflies as one of Coryo’s hands moved to wrap around your waist and pull you impossibly closer. He pulled away, his breath coming out in small pants, your breath in sync with his. You opened your eyes, looking up at his half-closed eyes tracing over every part of your face. “I love you, Coriolanus Snow.”

He whispered it back.

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[1donoow]

STRANGER THINGS FANFICS REC PT.1

[Fanfics i've read]

edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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peter ballard

robin buckley

dustin henderson

steve harrington

eddie munson

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@moonlit-imagines - the party all having a crush on you and trying to impress you

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peter ballard

@jamilelucato - blue

@spicyspiders - Peter with a reader who has the ability to neutralise his powers

- Peter ballad with a artist boyfriend who likes sketching him.

@vomine - nails

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robin buckley

@chermanji - children of paradise

@bored-writer101 - we're supposed to be studying

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dustin henderson

@justimaginethatt - girl troubles (harrington!reader)

@random-fandom-writings-555 - cuddles with dustin(tall!male reader)

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steve harrington

@kaylawritesfics - dating steve harrington and being dustin's sister pt 1 pt 2

@fandomlit - being steve harrington's sister

@stevesnailbat - steve being protective over his little sister

@carnationcreation - marked(sister!reader)

@idi0t-harringt0n - steve w/ an equally flirty s/o

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eddie munson

@g0thm - i love you

- snack run

@mrvlbimbo - practice makes perfect ♡

@eddie-munsons-gf - his shirt

- plan (henderson!reader)

- never serious

- freak 1 and freak 2

- for you

- eddie being inlove with his best friend

@dreamsofjanuary - dating eddie munson

@ceo-of-sloppy-men - eddie munson cuddling hc

@mollysolo - im not going anywhere

@thedoctorisinlove - dating you hc

@strangerthingsfanfics - eddie and steve hc

@steviebears - quiet the gentleman (wheeler!reader)

@liv-does-stuff - painting his nails

@goddessofmischief - meeting eddie munson would include

@moonlit-imagines - dating eddie munson

@m0chaminx - beat up

@constellationsreid - safety

- ___

@hopefulfuturenovelauthor - sick with a cold

@kiwicider - heaven's on fire

@beansnsoup - can i paint your nails?

@weehelers - her

@hauntlikeaghost0 - horrible timing (henderson!reader)

- she's real

@luveline - coloring eddie's tattoo

@professorrw - cheerleader pt.1

@lady-ashfade - misplaced notebook

@fhrlclln - I'm here

@anangelwhodidntfall - my girlfriend is a badass

- draw me like one of your french girls

- what i see in you

@cherubharrington - something about you

@glacial-snowflakes - nanny

@ali-r3n - ___ (henderson!reader)

- love confessions

@moonlightsolo - thank god for the hellfire club (henderson!reader)

@seancekitsch - ___(badass!reader)

@siempre-bucky - bracelet

@hard-w00d - arms length

@sublimecatgalaxy - ___

@ibelongto-tylergalpin - eddie dating nancy's best friend

- eddie's rockstar girlfriend

@justburningdaylight - the art and the aesthete

[nekoannie-chan]

Masterlist of reblogged authors during 2023 L-M

This is the list of the writers that I reblogged during this year 2023 in alphabetical order. Unfortunately, some blogs no longer exist, so they were not included.

@lavykitty

@lazydoodlesandfanfic

@leahsflwer

@lemonnsss

@levans44

@leviathanhomecooking

@lilacliquors

@lillian-gallows

@lis-likes-fics

@little-miss-dilf-lover 

@lives-in-midgard

@loomiskemp

@lostalioth

@love-bitesx

@lukas-matsson

@lunarbuck

@luveline

@m0chaminx

@m1kasawps

@madeforstarker

@madscape

@majesties-palace

@margoshansons

@margowritesthings

@marvelcriminalhow

@marvelettesassemblenow

@marvellousimagines

@marvelouslytrekking

@marvelsmylife

@marvel-wlw

@maxxix66

@may85

@maycat-19-142

@mdemontespan1667 

@messedupfan

@messylustt

@midnightswithdearkatytspb

@mischiefsemimanaged

@mjolnirswriststrap

@mkfushiguro

@mochie85

@moim0i

@moodybluemoon

@moolit-imagines

@moosereblogsfics

@mrsarnasdelicious

@mrs-maximoff-kenner

@multifandomworldsposts

@multific

@multiversefanfics

[writing-wh0re]

Everything Tag List:

@hufflepuff5972

@28cnn

@lucymfer

@rory-cakes

@it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream

@mathletemadison

@horrorxweasley

@marrymetheonott

@maybesandohnos

@miraclesoflove

@cigarett3saftersex

@dlmmdl

@renatas192000-blog

@aayaissaa

@justfangirlthingies

@afraid-to-be-me

@anonreaderasf

@i-love-scott-mccall

@teehopper

@missryerye

@alina02

@thehumanistsdiary

@thenaivegirly

@skarlettmikaelson

@bella-lxhp

@vanessalenrie

@strawbrryserena

@rocky-is-cool

@pottahishotasf

@ferretboysupremacy

@my-river-lilly

@hehehehannahthings

@sunshinexweasley

@calumisdaddyaf

@darling2800

@uwiuwi

@veryspookybatbabe

@reynaandeny

@anythingandeverything97

@fckve

@m0chaminx

@caswinchester2000

@like-what3ver

@that-lame-ghoul9000

@boho-chic-123

@immatheoreticslut

@emmah787

@luv-urself-first

@mrsdarcyinlovewithbuckybarnes

@kik51199

@violet-potter

@insomniac-nerd-posts-things

@linkpk88

@eddiemunsonsslave

@booyoubatch

@gwendolyngonzalez

@mcotton740

Heyoooo I saw that your requests are open and I'm absolutely screaming because OH MY GOD WHAT A PROMPT LIST

So may I request, “If they touch you again, I’ll break their fucking hands” + Bodyguard AU + Billy Hargrove?

I'd probably faint it you wrote this!! Thank you so so much! 😍💖🙏

All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,572

Warnings: Smut 18+, Explicit Language, Praise Kink, Sir Kink, Vaginal Intercourse, Unprotected Sex, Oral (female and male receiving), Jealousy, Language.

A/n: I have re-written this so many times trying to make it right, I hope you enjoy this Leyla! Thank you so much for sending this through!

Being the daughter of a powerful man wasn't the most ideal situation but it did have its perks, like getting into exclusive clubs, penthouse apartments in New York and my own sex god of a body guard, can’t complain.

“Y/n, I expect you to be there?”

I flick my eyes up from my phone, looking up at my father, his best friend Mike smirking at my confusion.

“Uhh, could you repeat that?”

My father tuts, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“My birthday party tonight, I'm hoping you'll make an appearance.”

“If I must.” I smile up at my father as he nods, ticking my name on the guest list.

“That completes the list, be there by 9pm.”

My fathers phone buzzes on the table as he excuses himself and walks out of the room. I noticed Billy standing by the door, a swift wink sent my way as I felt my cheeks heat up.

“Will you let me buy you a drink tonight?” Mike asks, his eyes looking from my cleavage to my eyes.

‘Ew’

“Let's see where the night takes us.” I stand from my seat, feeling Billy’s hand on the small of my back as he pulls my chair out for me, guiding me out of the room.

I wave goodbye to my father as Billy and I get into the private elevator, leaving my fathers penthouse.

I lean against the back wall, the cool marble refreshing against my back. Billy leans on the wall to my left, his arms crossed.

“I hate Mike.”

I smirk at his mumbled comment, humming in agreement. Billy pushes off the wall, his body standing in front of mine, towering over me. I look up at him, his hand tucking a fallen strand of hair behind my ear. Billy licks his bottom lip as my heart hammers in my chest. This isn’t the first time I’ve been this close to him. My mind quickly wanders to where I want this to lead, internally slapping myself knowing Billy won’t cross the line. His hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. My breathing becomes uneasy, butterflies erupting inside of me.

“He is not buying you a drink, got it?”

I bite my lip, nodding in response as Billy shakes his head.

“Tell me you understand.”

“Yes Sir.” I whisper, watching Billy’s eyes darken as the elevator tings signalling the doors open.

“Good girl.” Billy whispers guiding me out of the elevator and to the car. Billy opens my door, sliding in beside me and providing the driver with directions.

| | | |

I rummage through my closet, sorting through the outfits, trying to find something to grab Billy’s attention.“Oh.” My fingers brush against the red silk dress, “Definitely this one.” I slip out of my robe, pulling the dress up my body, backless with a halter neck, slightly showing off side boob. The dress sits against my mid thigh, the addition of my black stilettos tying the whole outfit together.

I spray myself with perfume, quickly applying clear gloss to my lips. I look over myself in the mirror hoping to drive Billy crazy.

I swing open my bedroom door, meeting Billy in the hallway, his eyes instantly roaming up my body. I smile posing slightly as Billy chuckles.

“You look great.” I compliment, noticing Billy is dressed in all black, a black button up with the top buttons undone and sleeves rolled up, paired with black pants and shoes.

“So do you.” His fingers brush up my arm leaving goosebumps in his wake. Billy bends down slightly, our lips inches away from each other before his phone vibrates, pulling away from me. Billy sighs before answering, quickly finishing the call before looking over at me. “Car is waiting.”

I nod, following Billy to the car, mentally slapping the driver for interrupting our moment.

| | | |

“The princess is here.” Mike beams, my father right by his side.

Billy stays close to me as I hug my father, taking a champagne glass from a nearby waiter. My father quickly dismisses me, walking through the party to greet other people.

“Drink Hargrove?” Mike asks

Billy shakes his head as Mike pouts.

“C’mon it's Silver's birthday.” I slightly cringe at my fathers nickname, watching Billy decline Mike again causing the man to shake his head.

“Well you’re boring.”

“Just doing my job.” Billy retorts.

“Pfff, please, little princess doesn’t need saving here, everyone loves y/n.” Mike smiles, his eyes wandering over me lingering on my side boob as I cross my arms. “You’re stunning.”

Billy’s jaw tightens as he moves closer to me, standing slightly in front of me. I quickly finish my champagne, needing alcohol to get through this night.

“Ah, let me buy you a drink.”

“She’s good.”

“I'm good.”

Billy and I respond at the same time, a small smirk on his lips at my response.

Mike rolls his eyes, walking away from the two of us.

“God why is he so interested in me, he’s literally my dad’s age.” I cringe.

Billy chuckles, his eyes looking at me.

“You’re stunning so I don’t blame him.”

Butterflies erupt inside of me as I blush, hiding my face by looking around the room.

“Here princess.” My whole body stiffens, my eyes widen as Mike’s arm falls around my shoulders. Within an instant Billy pulled me from Mike’s embrace and stood in front of me.

“What the fuck are you doing.” Billy spits, grabbing Mike by the collar.

Mike laughs, avoiding Billy’s gaze.

“Simply providing the princess with a refreshment.”

“After she said no?”

“You’re making a scene.” Mike spits, smiling at a few people looking at him.

“Don’t fucking touch her.”

“How much is Silver paying you to care about her?”

Billy uses his grip on Mike’s collar to throw him to the ground, the drinks he was holding splashing onto himself and the floor.

“Billy, let's go.” I grab his arm, pulling him closer to me as he looks at me, his eyes running over my body quickly for anything out of place, noticing I’m uncomfortable he nods in agreement.

“You’re a fucking idiot, do you know who you’re messing with?”

Billy sighs, turning around to Mike and bending down to his face. Billy whispers something to Mike that makes his eyes go wide before he shakes his head mumbling a ‘Yes Mr Hargrove.’

My mouth falls open in shock as Billy laces his fingers with mine, pulling me through the crowd of people. My eyes quickly scan the room for my father, seeing him with a blonde girl on his lap as she laughs at something he said. I cringe at the sight, thankful that Billy is taking me home.

“What did you say to Mike?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“But I want to know Billy, what did you say?” I pull my hand from his, standing in the lobby of my father’s hotel.

Billy tilts his head back a deep sigh leaving his lips, frustration oozing from him. He spins to face me, closing the distance between us, his body heat enveloping me as our eyes lock.

“I told him if he touches you again, I’ll break his fucking hands. No one touches you, especially that jack off.”

My heart races before my mind can process, I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him down to meet my lips. Our kiss is messy, lips, teeth and tongues smashing together as Billy pulls my waist against him, pulling me up into his arms. I wrap my legs around his torso, his hands holding my ass as he walks us towards the waiting car.

We fumble into the car, Billy tells the driver my address before pulling me into his lap, ignoring all his typical road safety rules.

His lips fall to my neck kissing and sucking on my skin, his hands running up and down my exposed back.

“God, I crave you.” His whispered words mixed with his lips on my neck cause my panties to flood with wetness, wanting nothing more than Billy.

“Billy, I need you.”

Billy pulls away from my neck, his eyes locking with mine before flicking to the driver.

“Mind your fucking business and drive the car.”

I blush having forgotten about the driver and hide my face in his neck.

“You’re safe with me.” Billy whispers, running his fingers up and down my back.

“I know.” I whisper, kissing his neck, dragging my tongue up throat as he grips my hips. I smirk against his skin, having found his sweet spot. I suck and bite leaving my mark on him.

The car stops as Billy rushes us out of the vehicle without another word to the driver.

We barely made it to my apartment without pulling our clothes off each other. The moment the door was shut Billy was pulling my dress off. The only light filling the room is from the city below, a mix of whites, reds and blues bounce off the walls and our skin.

“You’re beautiful baby.”

My heart flutters, my fingers working on the buttons of Billy’s shirt. My fingers drag down his chest, fumbling with his belt as Billy’s hands cup my breasts, his mouth capturing my nipples, sucking on the hardened nub.

“Fuck Billy.”

“Uh uh, what do you call me baby.” “Sir.”

Billy groans, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulls my head back, locking his eyes with mine.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you baby.”

I nod as Billy chuckles, shaking his head.

“Yes sir.”

Billy smirks, kissing me softly, biting my bottom lip and pulling it away from me.

I pull Billy towards me by his belt loops, undoing his pants as I drop to my knees, my heels providing me with more height, becoming level with his cock. I look up at Billy, holding his dick in my hand, dragging my tongue from the base to the tip. His breath becomes shaky, my tongue swirls around the throbbing head, sliding my lips down his length. I feel his fingers tangle in my hair helping guide my mouth up and down his cock. I tilt my head back, taking more of his cock slipping into my throat as Billy’s moans fill the air.

“Holy fuck, yes baby.”

I moan around him, pulling his cock from my lips with a pop as I tap it against my tongue, kitten licking the tip.

“God.” Billy moans, his hands running through his hair as I smirk up at him, winking.

Billy bends down quickly pulling me up into his arms. His cock brushes against my red thong, his lips smash against mine, walking us towards the huge living room window and pushing me against it.

I gasp looking at the city below, holding onto Billy tighter, my heart racing at the thought of the only thing separating us from the world is the cold glass.

“You’re safe with me, remember baby?”

“Always.” I whisper, his smile illuminated by the city light below.

Billy softly places me down, falling to his knees and placing my leg over his shoulder. He places a soft kiss against my clothed clit; I whimper at the contact, rocking my hips forward as he pulls my thong to the side.

“You’re soaking, so needy for me.” I moan in response, his tongue tracing my pussy lips, teasing me. He blows air on my glistening slit, his fingers slipping inside of me. My head rests against the window, my fingers tangling in his hair, his tongue swirling around my throbbing clit, dragging up and down, tracing numbers earning a gasp to fall from my lips. He curls his fingers inside of me, keeping a slow steady pace to match his tongue.

“Fuck Billy.”

Billy groans against me, lapping at my core as if he would never get the chance again, savouring every stroke. His free hand reaches up my body, cupping my boob and squeezing the skin as he sucks my clit, Billy’s fingers pressing against my g-spot.

“Right there, fuck.” My legs tremble against the glass, Billy continues his pace, my fingers pull at the strands of his hair, my hips grinding against his tongue and fingers to reach my high.

“I’m-fuck, cumming Sir.”

Billy moans against my core as I tighten around his fingers, covering them in cum.

My chest rises and falls, Billy kisses my thighs, trailing kisses up my body. His lips wrap around my nipple looking up at me.

“Please, Sir, fuck me, I need you Billy.”

Billy smirks, pulling away from my body as he runs his cock up and down my slit, the nudges against my clit causing small shocks to rush through my body. Billy holds my leg up under my knee before slipping inside of me.

I gasp at the size of him, his thick cock stretching my walls. Billy smirks at me, looking down at his cock buried inside of me.

“You were made for me baby.”

“Only you.”

Billy kisses me, his hips thrusting in and out of me slowly, building a rhythm. My mouth falls open, the sound of skin slapping skin accompanying my moans.

“Look at me baby.”

I lock eyes with Billy, my hands tangling in his hair.

“There’s my pretty girl, you take my cock so well.”

I groan in response, my pussy tightening around his cock at the praise. Billy licks his lips, his signature smirk on his face as he grabs my other leg under my knee, placing his hands on my ass, holding me off the ground.

“Fuck.” I dig my nails into his shoulders leaving marks on his skin.

The new angle allows for Billy to slip deeper inside of me, the grip on my ass helping his thrusts as he bounces me on his cock.

Billy captures my lips in his, our moans mixing as our tongues fight against each other.

“I’m close.” I whisper, pulling Billy closer to me for support as I slip my fingers between my slit, rubbing my clit.

“Fuck baby.” Billy moans, watching me play while his cock continues to slide in and out of me.

“God, don’t stop, please.”

Billy picks up his pace causing my legs to tremble around his arms. His hands grip my ass tighter, his pace slowing slightly.

“Cum for me baby, cover my cock”

My mind falls fuzzy, feeling his cock twitch inside of me, his lips fall to my neck, sucking and biting as his moans vibrate against my skin.

“I want you to fill me Sir, please.”

“God, I’m going to ruin you.”

Billy opens my legs a little more, going faster before his hips falter, cumming deep inside of me.

His head falls on my shoulder, keeping his cock inside of me, both of us catching our breath, holding each other.

Billy gently pulls out of me, letting my legs down, my heels unbalancing me slightly.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you against this window.”

I giggle slightly at Billy’s comment, looking over the window that is slightly fogged up, a few imprints marking the clear glass.

“I’ve always wanted you to fuck me.”

Billy smiles, cupping my face in his hands and kissing my lips softly as if I could break.

“Please stay.” I whisper, wrapping my hand around Billy’s wrists, his eyes searching mine.

“Baby, I will never leave you.”

[dyaz-stories]

wreck my plans || Eddie Munson x Reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings & tags: mentions of violence, implied bullying, hurt/comfort, unresolved tension, angst, pre season 4 so no big spoilers.

also available on ao3.

a/n: the idea for this one-shot is based on the same premise as @m0chaminx​‘s Beat Up, which i recommend you read! like about 80% of the fandom I haven’t stopped thinking about Eddie since the show dropped, so here’s a little something about him. the reader in this is kind of an OC i have in mind for the show, so i might write more with her in the future, depending on whether inspiration hits ^-^ i would love to hear from you, so feel free to let me know your thoughts! 

Ever since the year had started, you had gotten used to waiting for Eddie in the library. Not because you were dating, as some of the many assholes of this school liked to joke about — you didn’t know if they were making fun of him or of you, in that case — but because you had been… tutoring him. If you could call what you were doing tutoring.

Eddie was a quick thinker. If anything, it seemed his mind was running a little too fast, in every direction and things that he found uninteresting just got lost in that complicated maze.

Unfortunately, that included pretty much everything school-related. That meant that you could go over something with him one week and he’d understand it so easily that you wondered how he could have failed the past two previous years, and then he’d come back the next and it was all gone. Sometimes, it almost made you want to question your sanity.

Others, like right now and, in fact, every week for at least fifteen minutes before he deigned showing up, you asked yourself why you were even doing this. Sure, it was a favor your dad had asked of you, because he worked with Eddie’s uncle, but it still felt like such a waste of time, in such moments.

This week, though, it turned out that Eddie had a good reason for being late.

You heard him approaching the small corner of the library where the two of you worked (hid) and looked up, reviewing the snippy comments you’d come up with while waiting, but the words died on your lips as soon as you saw him.

“Holy shit, Eddie,” was what made it instead, a horrified whisper.

He gasped in fake horror.

“What kind of language is that, princess?”

You ignored the nickname. He’d been using it for a while and you knew that while he wasn’t doing it to be a dick, it also wasn’t a compliment coming from him. Instead, you got up and walked around the table to get a better look at him. The black eye was the first thing you’d noticed, of course, but the split lip looked like it had to be painful at well, and, based on the way he was holding himself, slightly hunched, you suspected there was more than you couldn’t see.

He cleared his throat, averting his eyes when you got close, and you thought you saw him blushing a little, but it was hard to tell what with— everything else going on with his face.

“Ah, come on, it’s nothing, let’s just—”

“It’s not nothing,” you protested. There was empathetic pain in your voice. “How did that happen?”

He sighed dramatically and let himself fall onto a chair, putting some more distance between the two of you. Despite his antics, he seemed to still refuse to meet your eyes.

“It’s that damn marching band. They cornered me and they used their instruments to beat me up. They’re really creative when it comes to using their trumpets.”

He glanced at you long enough to see you raising an eyebrow at him, and rolled his eyes in response.

“Come on, you’re meant to be the smart one. Who’d you think did that?”

The question stung more than you’d like to admit, because he was right. It took a special kind of confidence to do something like that. It took being certain that you were untouchable and that nothing would happen to you, and knowing that no one would even care enough to give you a hard time, because who gave a fuck about what happened to Eddie Munson, freak-in-chief at Hawkins High?

Last year, you would have put your money on Billy Hargrove without any hesitation. Billy liked getting into fights, and he was awful, but at least, and you couldn’t believe you were finding him redeeming qualities now, he was fair. He fought his own battles.

As far as you were aware, the new asshole in chief, the captain of the basketball team, liked to have two of his friends holding the people he didn’t like before he hit them.

Most people didn’t cross him, of course. They didn’t have much of a reason to, because Jason didn’t try to get on people’s nerves the way Billy did. When they did, though, like Eddie seemed to be unable not to do? When they did, it got ugly.

“I probably have something in my bag that could help,” you mumbled, quickly walking back to your spot.

You knew you did. The last few years had turned you into a very careful person. Sure, it was unlikely to run into a Demo-dog these days, but you never knew.

It had taken you by surprise once. You had been coming to tell Mrs Henderson that you hadn’t found her cat. You had been the first person she’d asked after Dustin. Being their neighbor, you had sometimes been tasked with watching over Mews during holidays, and she had hoped he’d run over to you. That had, unfortunately, not been the case.

You were walking over when the weird little abomination had started running to you with its face wide open. Fortunately, you and Dustin had managed to fend it off.

That had been your introduction to the strange things that were happening all around Hawkins. Then, of course, there had been the whole— Starcourt— thing, and you’d decided that it would be better if you always had things to help with injuries, particularly since Steve Harrington seemed prone to getting beaten up.

“Dang, were you getting ready for a fight?” Eddie asked, sounding both surprised and impressed, as you pulled out gauze and disinfectant.

“No, it’s just, uh— You know Max Mayfield? She skateboards and she, uh, falls. Often.”

Of course, Max hadn’t used her skateboard in months, maybe longer, but you doubted Eddie would know that.

“Sinclair’s ex, right?”

“Right,” you answered, “you know Lucas?”

While speaking, you grabbed a chair and pulled it so you could sit facing him.

“Yeah, he’s in Hellfire. Why do you know the freshmen?”

“I’m Dustin’s neighbor,” you shrugged. “I see them around all the time. Now come here, would you?”

“I don’t know, I feel like this might sting…”

You glared at him, and he shot you a crooked grin in response. Messing with you. You should have known.

“Come on, Eddie,” you said quietly. “I can’t leave you like that.”

His expression changed, looking almost sheepish, before he leaned forward a little.

You’d noticed this before. Eddie was all snark and dramatics and exaggeration, never letting anything else come through, defenses always up. But as you worked with him, you realized that they always crumpled when faced with genuine kindness. He was clearly delighted whenever you responded with the same tone as him, knowing he’d managed to get you, but when you refused to participate in his game? That was when you managed to catch a glimpse of a side of him you didn’t think he ever showed to people.

You kind of liked that.

Gently, you dabbed disinfectant on the cut, one hand softly holding his chin up. He flinched at the contact at first — not of the disinfectant, but of your touch, before he allowed it, though not without his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. His eyebrow twitched, but he didn’t express any discomfort, and it made you want to chuckle, comparing his stoic reaction to Steve’s protests, but you held it back. Explaining how you knew — and were friends with — Steve Harrington would be a lot more complicated than for Dustin and Lucas.

This time, though, it seemed you were the one who couldn’t meet Eddie’s eyes. His bore into yours, with the same intensity he gave to everything in his life, and you had to glance away after a few seconds, feeling your heart hammering in your chest. What were you doing? It was far too late to get a high school crush! You’d be leaving for college soon, you couldn’t— you couldn’t start something now!

“I think you’re good,” you said, voice squeakier than you’d intended.

“Uh, actually, while we’re at it…”

He raised a hand, and you saw his bloody knuckles. Which meant he’d probably landed a good punch on someone.

“I should see the other guy, right?”

“The other wall,” he admitted with a grimace. “I missed the guy.”

Finally, this got a chuckle out of you.

“That might be for the best,” you said, carefully disinfecting the wound. “That guy sounds like the kind of person who’d be a pain if you injured him visibly.”

“And the kind of person whose parents would probably drag me to court,” Eddie added cheerfully, though bitterness pierces under the forced intonation.

“And allll of Hawkins High would fall over themselves to testify in his favor,” you said, grabbing the gauze and starting to wrap it around his hand. His fingers brushed against your palm, calloused from playing guitar, and it sent a strange sensation through you, one you tried not to dwell on too much, but that shot straight to your heart.

“You wouldn’t,” he said, voice low enough that you had to wonder if he actually said it or if you’re hearing things.

“I’m sorry this happened to you, Eddie,” you whispered instead of answering. “You didn’t deserve this.”

His fingers closed around your hand, and you finally found the courage to glance up. His hand was warm, but that was nothing compared to what you saw in his eyes. Your breath hitched in your throat. Close. He was close, and looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

His eyes fell to your lips.

And then he threw himself back on the chair, giving you a big smile, mask back into place so fast it almost gave you whiplash.

“I mean, I kinda did, if I’m being honest. I provoked him all day, and we know that poor kid doesn’t know how to handle difficult emotions, right?”

You rolled your eyes, but you were already grinning, unable to help yourself.

“That’s ridiculous.”

“I agree, he definitely needs therapy,” Eddie nodded virulently. “In the meantime, may I remind you that I’m on the verge of failing maths?”

“May I remind you that that’s progress and that you were failing maths two months ago?”

“Exactly, can’t let me fall behind, chop chop!”

Again, you rolled your eyes, but you grabbed your books and leaned over, starting to explain, still half bickering with him. You said nothing about the tension earlier, didn’t dare to, didn’t want to risk tearing down his walls if he wasn’t ready to let them down in front of you.

Under the table, though, you softly squeezed his hand, which hadn’t let go of yours.

And he squeezed back.

[yourbucky084]

so I got deleted.

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note: I got this idea from @m0chaminx "beat up" so partial credit goes to them! I hope you enjoyed this, I wrote this for a video so it might not be the best LMAO, hope you enjoy!

Eddie munson x gender neutral reader

synopsis: Eddie is accident prone and cannot stop hurting himself, luckily you are there to dress his wounds.

warnings: mentions of wounds, descriptions of wounds and blood.

beholder | time: 10:58 pm

"You're a real klutz, you know that right?" Eddie groans at the pressure above his eye. The gash was big- no more than 6 inches but was bleeding profusely. He leans back to rest against the toilet tank, it creaks under his weight but continues to hold up.

You grab his hand, removing yours so that he could hold it, and reach down blindly to pull out the bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Eddie recoils away from you at the sound of it moving around in the bottle, but you forcefully grab his shoulders to make him stay put.

"If you put that on me, I will scream." he complains, moving the cotton bandage out of his eye so he could watch you pour some peroxide on a Q-tip. "Maybe even bite you."

"Well if you bite me," you take the bandage from his eyebrow and replace it with the Q-tip, "That abrasion isn't going to be the only scar that you'll have." you give him a snarky smile as he jolts back at the stinging sensation, shouting like a Scooby-Doo character.

"That hurts!" He shouts, taking the Q-tip and flicking it at you. You skillfully dodge it, listening as it hits the towel rack and bounces towards the floor. You ignore him and dap a hefty amount of Neosporin onto the tip of your finger, Eddie watches you with his tongue poking out. Possibly in concentration or to fight the impulse of smacking it out of your hand.

You reach towards him but stop short, seeing the reluctant look in his eyes. The gash was looking better- the bleeding had stopped, but you had to be quick so it wouldn't get infected. "Eddie?" you whisper, he hums back, his eyes still on your outstretched pointer. "D'you wanna do it?"

Eddie says nothing for a moment, just watching you crouched on your knees, holding yourself up with a stable hand on the sink. You nudge him lightly with the tip of your elbow and he clears his throat quickly, shaking his head. "No, uh-," he repositions himself, pushing his face closer towards you. "I want you to do it."

You observe him, looking over his face for a definite answer. Though by the way his eyebrows hunch and a look of determination scores his face you get your answer, "okay," you say lightly. An idea crosses your mind and you quickly put the cream on his instead, "How about we do this, you put it on but I'll do it for you."

His face crinkles but he understands, and nods.

When everything is finished, the wound is dressed and the products are put away, both you and Eddie find comfort on his bed. His fingers lightly danced across the bat designed bandage while using his other arm to hold you tight.

"Thank you," He says after a beat, dropping his hand when he accidentally hits a sensitive spot.

You hum, "For?" You know why he's thanking you but its always nice to have an explanation. Context is always amazing.

He scoffs, "You know why."

"Your welcome, just make sure you don't get hurt again. I don't feel like being a Doogie Howser."

He grins, you can't see it but you can feel his jaw moving on your forehead, "No promises."

[m0chaminx]

I took far too long to answer this but whatever...

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