#four/billy x y/n

[sykokittyy]

rebel yell | b.h. ☆

pairing: ghostface!billy hargrove x fem!plus-size!reader

@tw-inkl-e-tit-s request: Heyy! I was wondering if you could do an Ghost face!Billy Hargrove x plus size!reader like it's all over the News that theirs a killer on the loose in Hawkins but reader knows it's her boyfriend billy and he comes home early and she gets turned on by all the blood on his mask and ask him him to keep it on while he fucks her and when their done Billy grabs a Polaroid Camara and says something like " smile for the Camara doll" but readers to fucked out to smile.

warnings: smut (minors dni <3), blood kink, knife kink, oral (male receiving), missionary, back shots, praising, dom!billy, dacryphilia, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys ), hair pulling.

tonight was halloween and you were just relaxing in the house. you decided to take a little break from halloween parties this year. growing tired of being around people for the day, you decided to just take the day to yourself.

you optimized on just eating candy, and watching slasher movies, you know, nightmare on elm street, carrie, the exorcist, etc. you had a thing for scary movies, you just always found comfort in them.

you loved the blood, the gore, the screams of agony. it brings an orgasm of chills to your spine when you see blood splattered from a body temple. you couldn't explain it, you just knew it brings a wave of excitement through your bloodstream.

you grew bored of the Halloween movie you were watching. you reached over and grabbed the remote with your bowl of popcorn before proceeding to flick through the channels on your tv. as you were clicking, you came across the hawkins new channel, instantly attracting your attention.

“good evening hawkins, indiana, and happy halloween. today, great citizens of hawkins; we have very urgent news. today, we were informed by the hawkins police department that we have a homicide killer on the loose and running through the so-they-say, “cursed community” of hawkins, indiana” you quickly turned up the volume with the remote.

“we were also well-notified that there has been a total of eight bodies found throughout the city of hawkins. we have confirmed that one of the bodies we're one of hawkins high school's most athletic basketball players, identified as jason carver.” you quickly stood up and jumped around your living room in satisfaction.

“yes, yes, yes! right on the fucking money baby, woohoo!” you cheered.

now some may look at you as if you're a psycho and ask “why are you happy about this?” eight people had been murdered and one of them you knew personally from school. jason was a fucking waste of life, and his mother should’ve swallowed him before he could exist. and see—what hawkins failed to realize is that the killer is walking amongst them like a wolf in sheep's clothing. and the unknown secret you held to yourself was that you knew who the killer was. your boyfriend, billy hargrove.

almost everyone knew that the californian pretty boy, dream boat is bold, outspoken, and reckless. and while most people disliked the way he presented himself to others, you altogether loved him for who he was. everything about him spoke volumes to your body, mind, and soul.

you had met billy at tina’s house party for hawkins high. you were known for being one of the most confident plus-size girls at hawkins high. you wore what you wanted and looked ravishing while doing it, and of course, people were intimidated by that because they thought that just because you were plump that you had to cower down to their expectations. boy were they fucking wrong.

you were straightforward that you could do what the fuck you wanted to do, some understood and some just still wanted to give you their unwanted opinion about how you should or shouldn't act. but they still failed to acknowledge that you just didn't want to be tamed. you wanted to make your own decisions.

and this is what billy liked— no fuck that—loved about you. you were a sexy vixen; a young woman that knows what she wants. you looked like a walking sex symbol with the clothes you wore and how you carried yourself. you wore black, red, and latex. you always made sure that you showed enough cleavage to make the young men and ladies sweat, and you knew that you left an impact in a crowded room. your hair was always so perfect (considering it also took you an hour to do to make it immaculate) and you smelled like strawberries and desire. you were everything he wanted, and he got you.

now more people may or may not ask “why are you letting this outrageous behavior go on?” or “why am i not trying to prevent billy from killing innocent people” it's because hawkins is a shit show anyways. you and billy both hated this town, so why not make do with what you both thought is fun? and that was causing chaos through the little town of hawkins. everyone has to die somehow, right?

you and billy both loved seeing people lose their minds when something chaotic happened. the aroma of fear fuelled something within the both of you, but it didn't make either of you feel frightened. it made your bodies fill with adrenaline and excitement. the thought of murder to billy, made him think that it was a fun sport for him. it just involved a lot of blood, and satisfaction for him. that's why he did the killing while you helped him later when he’d get home and fuck him pussy-drunk.

you went on watching the news. “the killer that’s fleeing around hawkins is going by the name of “ghost face”, the news reporter implied. “- he stalks the residence of his prey throughout the night, and gives them a phone call by asking ‘what's their favorite horror film’ before he attacks them after they try to escape”, you couldn't help but grow more excited as the news reporter continues with the erotic information.

“it is proved that “ghost face” is an unidentifiable mask killer that seizes on the community of hawkins, and that every murder that he had committed had involved these eight victims. after he mutilates their corpses, he takes a disturbing polaroid picture with them and leaves a disturbing quote saying ‘be careful, you may be next’”, you had to give it to billy, he sure did know how to keep the people on their toes.

earlier today, you decided that since it was halloween and your boyfriend, billy, was out “handling business”, you decided to spice things up for him for when he came back home. you were wearing a maroon, lingerie set that showed your plump belly and thick luscious thighs littered with gorgeous stretch marks.

you made sure that you did light make-up considering that it was going to be ruined anyway, but you made sure to wear your blood-red lipstick. it made you look even more ravishing and beautiful.

you decided to change the channel to nightmare on elm street; growing tired of the news and their dramatic reactions. as you continued watching the gore scenes of blood shedding and screaming, you heard the tapping at your backdoor. you knew it was billy because he only used the backdoor when he went on his slaying sprees during the evening, but usually, he wouldn't come home this early.

you quickly scurried to open the door, beginning to feel a jittery feeling in your spine. when you opened the door you had an eager smile plastered on your face, but it quickly turned to a look of confusion when you noticed that no one was there.

“the hell s’going on?” you mutter to yourself as you looked around your backyard; seeing no trace of anyone there. you were about to step inside your house when you saw a note placed on your door. you snatched the taped note off the wall and as your eyes scrambled to read the note relaying “tag, you're it doll” written in black ink. you noticed that it had a few droplets of blood sprinkled across the note.

“haha, very fucking funny, you coward!” you yelled towards the dark space of your backyard. you swiftly backed into your house in annoyance and slammed the door. as you went to turn back around; at the speed of light, you were roughly approached from behind by a tall muscular figure that had held you by your neck with a bloody knife threatening to slice you.

“coward huh? tell me y/n, you're wearing lingerie for a coward?” you immediately knew the voice that was coming from behind you.

“billy?” you scurry from his hold as he began to chuckle. “you fucking dick head!” you slightly yelled before hitting him in his arm. “you scared the shit outta me!” you held your chest as you try to catch your breath.

“aww c’mon, i thought you loved a good scare sweet cheeks?” he slowly began to walk towards you as you stand by the kitchen counter. as he came towards you; you couldn't help but take in his appearance. you gaped at his muscular form in his cloak and ghost face mask. you began to feel a ball of heat in your lower gut, as excitement build the closer he approached you.

“i like it when I expect it, y’damn near gave me a fucking heart attack billy,” you looked up towards him as he looked down towards you through the mask. you examined his face as you began to notice the blood that was spattered on the white part of the mask making you feel a small pool of wetness in your core.

he slowly took the bloody knife and held it up under your chin; making you hold intense eye contact between one another. he gradually moved towards your ear; still holding the knife against your skin and you could feel and hear his hot breath inhale and exhale through the mask.

“billy s’not here sweetheart, you're talking to ghost face now,” he pressed the knife a little more into your skin, earning a small whimper from you. “now tell me doll, what’s your favorite scary movie?” even through the mask billy always could see through you with those piercing blue eyes.

you stared at him for a moment before processing that he had asked you a question. it's something about the way he looked at you with blood plastered all over his mask. it made you shiver in anticipation of what he could do to you. it was seconds later when you finally gave him your answer.

“i-it’s carrie. my favorite scary movie is carrie,” you stuttered before letting out a shaky breath.

“care to inform me why doll?” he began to move the bloodied knife towards your bottom lip, making you shudder. “i love details hon.” you could almost sense the taste of copper as the knife trailed your delicate skin.

“i love it b-because, of all the blood. i love seeing the blood spurt out of and onto the victims. it kinda satisfies me,” you watch as he trails the knife back down a little towards your shoulder. a little blood followed along the way.

“mhmm. billy did say that you had a thing for blood,” he trails off before swiftly sliding the knife under your bra strap and slashing it in half. “-i love how you think, doll,” you watch as takes his leather-clad finger and slides it over the blood covered knife. he takes his finger and slides the blood over your bottom lip; immediately you opened your mouth and slide his finger over your tongue. the taste of copper filled your taste buds.

he lifts you with his godly strength and sits you on the counter; mindlessly your legs spread open giving him access to your core. “i love this piece lace number you're wearing,” he faded his words as he brings his hand down to your cunt and palms it, causing to you give a needy whimper. “-too bad i’m gonna cut it off,” you don't have time to react as he quickly brings his knife behind the thin lace and cuts it before snatching it off of you.

he takes his index and middle finger before spreading open your fold; watching your arousal ooze from your mound. he groans in approval watching your cunt clench around nothing. “fuck- you’re as wet as an ocean and I barely even touched you,” he chuckles before light doing circle on your tiny bud making you gasp.

he slides his index and middle fingers into you while continuing to rub rough circles on your clit. you moan in satisfaction as he whispered hot praises into your ear, making your body tremble even more. as he kept stroking your cunt you back continued to arch into his torso. “you're such a naughty slut, y/n. letting a psycho killer stroke his fingers into your cunt,” he groans. “tell daddy you're a slut, hm? tell me you're my slut” he commands.

“i -i’m a a-slut daddy. i’m your fucking slut,” you moan feeling your cunt clenching around his fingers as he fucks them into you harder.

“you're gonna cum aren't ya’? I can feel this sweet little pussy clenching around my fingers,” he asked condescendingly as you rapidly began to nod as you rolled your hips; meeting his thrusts.

“well cum on my fingers doll, make my fingers flood with your sweet cum,” he eggs you on before you let out a loud pornographic moan and release all over his fingers. your mouth forming an “o” shape as you ride out your high and faintly hearing bulky calling you a “good girl”.

“hmm, you think you're a good whore?” he questions tilting his head. you nod giving him your most “innocent” expression. he scoffs, “we’ll see about that.” he takes a few steps back from you before he bent down to hold the cloak over his toned abdomen proceeding to unbuckle his belt. you felt yourself grow eager as he teasingly stripped for you.

you continued to watch as he proceeded to unbutton his pants and slide down his zipper before shoving his pants and boxers to the ground, hearing a faint ‘clink’ when they fall. you watched his rock-hard dick slap against his stomach, as the tip showed an angry red. your heart pounds as he slowly walks back towards you. he stands in front of you tilting his head.

“oh sweetheart, don't be frightened, it's gonna fit in your mouth...and other places,” he looks back down at your cunt before looking back up at you. he snatched the ripped bra off you and throws it across the room; beginning to be long forgotten. “get on your knees slut.”

you quickly jumped down from the counter and did as he said looking at his dick bobbing in your face as he moved. he forcefully grabbed your jaw; making it open before shoving his dick in your mouth reaching with a low moan. he loves how warm your mouth feels. “attagirl, suck it like blood sickle, mph,” he grips you hair continuing his rough stroke into your mouth.

he pulled out lightly smacking your check and thrust right back into you mouth as he proceeded to moan in ecstasy. his moans made clit throb, and one thing about billy, he was never afraid to be vocal.

“god- i love this filthy mouth of yours-fuck,” he gave you one rough stroke before you felt his blond pubes up against your face. “ahh that's it, that a good slut,” he praises before you feel hit spurts of cum filled your hoarse throat. you didn't hesitate to swallow all of his milky load.

he grunts before he snatches you up and places you back on top of the counter. you lay on your back as he manhandles your legs open. “i’m gonna warn you y/n, this is gonna feel so much better than my fingers that you'll scream baby,” he buffs.

“i’m counting on it,” he groans as he places himself at your entrance before roughly pushing himself inside resulting in you releasing a lewd moan. the stinging stretch hurt you but it also brought great pleasure. you whimpered at the friction between your walls.

“oh my fucking god, y/n” billy gasps continue to pound into you. “-this wet cunt is to fucking kill for -fuck,” he presses his body into yours giving you short hard thrusts making you yelp at each stroke. you wrapped your hands around his back you could but scratch him as you felt like his dick was touching your heart.

all you could feel was heat and pleasure building up all over your body as he fucked you dumb. all you could do was call out his name and moan “yes, yes, yes” as he hit that spongy spot deep in your core. you couldn't help but spread your legs even more wider so he could fuck you until you passed out.

you were a moaning mess before he abruptly pulled out of you, and roughly put you on your hands and knees. your back arched off the counter before your head was forcefully pushed down into submission. he hastily pushed back into you and pounded you so quick you thought you had whiplash. “yes, yes! ah -fuck- yes,” was all you whimper and moan out as he pumped deeply into you.

as he was plumbing you from behind reached forward and gripped your hair, using it as leverage while forcing every inch into your stretched cunt. he slapped your ass once, twice, three, four times before he put his whole weight on your back. making sure he had you pinned under him. giving you slow, rough, deep strokes into your throbbing pussy.

“you love it when i fuck you like i own you? huh? c’mon baby, i know there's more words left in that precious brain of yours,” he insists. i mean how could you give him a fluent response when he is fucking you so good. you feel like you're becoming a fiend for him.

“yes daddy, you're the only one that fucks me this good,” it was then when you felt that hot aching feeling in your gut. you knew you were going to cum in a matter of seconds. “daddy i’m gonna cum -please, can i cum?” you pant against the counter. he brings his hand around you front and reaches down towards your swelling bud. you couldn't help but squirm under him as the feeling of you needing to come came crashing down on you.

he leans down towards your ear as you get his hot breath panting against your ear through the mask. “cum, slut,” at that moment you felt a weight off your shoulder as you clenched around him and released all over his dick. you moaned as you feel like you were in heaven.

“that's it -fuck- baby, milk my cock just like that,” he praised as you shook under him. he continued to pound into you as your began to feel overstimulated and soon you felt the warmth of his cum fill in your gummy walls as he grunted incoherent words. he reaches over to grab an object that you didn't pay attention to until he places the front of a camera in front of your face.

he made sure the camera faced you and him as he stood over you making sure the camera gets his blood-covered mask. “smile for the camera, doll,” the camera flashed before the picture slid out making you flinch a little.

he stayed there for a few seconds before he caught his breath and pulled his softened dick from your pussy, making you wince. he stared at your fucked out pussy as a mixture of yours and his cum dripping from your hole. he took his index finger and began stuffing it back into you making you wince from being sensitive, before landing a hard smack to your ass causing you to look back at his.

he shrugs at you before pulling up his trousers, and sliding off the mask. he walks by you and place a wet kiss on your cheek, and giving you a charming wink.

“happy halloween doll-face”

a/n: i hope y'all enjoyed this! this took me a week to do, but im not complaining because it was very much worth it. make you guys like, comment, and reblog. i love you guys, bye <3 💋

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[shedoesnthaveaclue]

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[justforeddiemunson]

Sweetest Drug

Summary: Eddie "The Freak" Munson is just your regular drug dealer who you hooked up with. It's all fun and games for the both of you but when he suddenly saw you flirting and making out at Lover's Lake with none other than Billy Hargrove he felt this urge of coming up and punch his face but his mind tells him a greater idea.

Word count: 2.1k words

Warnings: mentions of drugs, probably a bit of violence, dom eddie, daddy kinks, praise kink ++ others, NSFW (read only if your 18+) I won't be sugarcoating any words since I just feel like I shouldn't.

"Yeah, It's all good Rick. I'll probably just eat some mac n cheese. okay bye!" Eddie hangs up the phone. He was currently staying at Reefer Rick's house because Rick's currently away probably hiding from the cops, looking through the cabinets he saw a pack of mac n cheese "This will do later" he said slightly throwing it at the table, he looks at his watch. 8:00 PM. It is dark outside but Eddie decided to go out for a stroll while he smokes, he was about to grab his leather jacket when he remembers that he lets you borrowed it awhile ago when he saw you freezing at school because you're just wearing a crop top shirt, he sighs and just gets another jacket inside and his hellfire shirt still on since he's too lazy to even change. --

"Billy- Stop!!" you giggled as the two of you sat under the skull rock, the place was dark already since it's 8 PM but the two of you have flashlights which is actually pretty enough to light your surroundings, Billy nuzzle in your neck again making you bite your lip with a laugh "you fucking smell so good, Y/N" he whisper softly as he bite your neck lightly. Yes, you were flirting with Billy fucking Hargrove and although a lot of girls are into him you are one hella lucky girl because you are the only one that really caught his attention, the moment he saw you in your chemistry class together, he just thinks of how much he can make you cum if you just let him slip inside of you. 

He leans your back against the ground, under you was a blanket so the both of you won't get too dirty. You look at him and his ocean blue eyes just gets you every time, his masculine figure hovers on top of you, his red fitted polo that is perfectly unbutton revealing his chest gives you this hot building sensation, you traces your fingers to his chest "I like this polo your wearing" you says winking at him which made him chuckle "you look good on it" you continued, his hands just freely wandering on your waist, you were just wearing a skirt and crop top with a leather jacket on "yea? I bet you I look better without them on.." Billy said in a low, almost whisper and moaning voice, he puts your hair on the side to see your face clearly tucking some strands at the back of your ear, you just nodded with a smirk, he leans down at you breathing in your ear as he licks your lobe making you moan a little, he continues to go down your neck, licking and sucking "Oh, Billy.. that is so good" you moaned, your hands on his soft curly hair, you feel him smiled as he heard you "you know what is even better, sweetheart?" 

Sweetheart. that fucking pet name. Eddie calls you that all the time, oh how much you missed his fingers inside of you when he finger fuck you in his van. You suddenly flinch making you shrug the thoughts of Eddie away, your eyes a bit fuzzy by the pleasure you're feeling, you tilt your head, Billy was looking at you while sucking your right tits while his other hand caressing your left boob and his fingers sometimes circling on your nipples, he lifts his head, licking his lips "you like this? hmmm?" you just nodded in response as Billy continues. --

He puffed the last smoked from his cigar throwing it to the ground, the wind slightly blowing on him that sends shivers down his spine, wandering around the woods beside Lover's Lake is a thing he always do most of the time to unwind his thoughts, he breathes deeply before turning his heel to head back in Rick's house since it's getting late. "Fuck.. your making me crazy" a low fainted voice not to far from where he is makes him stop, "oh my god, b-billy.." 'Billy? Billy Hargrove? is he really fucking someone out in the woods? fucking classic' Eddie thinks as he shakes his head with a smirk, he knows Billy because of the man's reputation around your school and he knows Skull Rock was just near where he is.. so it's not very surprising. "Oh s-shit you're a fucking brat, Y/N" Eddie's eyes squinted, did he hear that right? his jaw clenched and the sudden burst of jealousy rises. 'It can't be, Y/N.. right?' he forces his minds not to listen but the soft moans and groans made him think. He couldn't believe it's you, you and Eddie are hooking up for the last two months, in his van, in his trailer, at your room when he snuck around at midnight and even under the fucking Skull Rock. "No.. let's just do that some other time it's getting cold.." he heard again "uh huh.. let's do it tomorrow then? wanna see how you beg while I make you cum, baby" Billy said with a chuckle. The crinkling noise of the leaves was heard as Eddie walks near the two people, he peaks although he knows this is wrong but he also thinks that he needs to know.

His eyes drop into a glare as he saw you sitting on Billy's lap still on the ground under the Rock, your arms around Billy's neck as his hands wrap around your waist looking at you with such admiration, that addictive smile never leaving Billy's face. If looks can kill Eddie was near slitting that man's throat or punching him right across his face, he saw you lean in and make out with Billy. Eddie was in rage even seeing you wearing his leather jacket while you kiss other man, despite of it all he tries to calm down knowing he's just probably someone who you buy drugs from or even just a nerd who you can just fuck around and leave, but God knows how much the both of you crave for each others warmth and how much you like each others existence. -- You debated whether to knock or just barged inside, you breath deeply as you move your feet closer to the door. You're currently Infront of Munson's trailer because the fucking dude didn't show up at school so you just ditch your last period because you're worried about him, he's also not picking calls and that bothers you a lot, like what if it's emergency? wouldn't he show up? you come up with such ridiculous reasons why you came to his house and the few are: bringing back his leather jacket and lastly to buy some drugs which is for sure a normal choices and can be reasonable because he sells you drugs. You sigh as you lift your hand ready to knock when the door swing open that makes you look shock "Jesus fucking Christ!" you exclaimed, you look at Eddie standing in front you without even showing any expressions, he must've been drunk or high. "God, Eddie you look horrible" you said as you reach for his face but he quickly spat your hand that makes you surprise "What are you doing here?" he ask seriously, it made you nervous, Eddie never gets mad at you "Are you going to answer or are you just fucking gonna stand there?" his jaw clenched, his arms crossed, he was glaring at you and it makes you uncomfortable. This is not the Eddie you know and your fucking confuse as to why he's suddenly acting up, he was about to close the door when you put your hand on it stopping it, "I'm uhh.. I need drugs so.. I went here cause you're not in school" you said quickly, Eddie looks down then meets your eyes, he can't resist you. never. Eddie sighs opening the door widely, you just silently walked inside his trailer, to his room and you spotted empty bottles of beer near his bed, making you believe that he's just drunk.

You turn and look at him, he was just standing against the door of his room eyeing at you, you walk towards him "Are you drunk?" he shrugs "Why do you care?" he answered making you a bit frustrated "Are you mad at me? cause if you are then just fucking tell me what I did so I can probably fix it! I don't like you being mad at me, Eddie!" you blurted out making him sigh deeply, he walks slowly almost inches away from you "Oh, you fucking wanna know what you did, Y/N?" his dark brown eyes never letting go of your gaze, your eyes blinks feeling a bit nervous because you can't think of anything so you just nodded. A smirk was seen on his face "Let's just say.. I almost wanna punch Billy Hargrove in his jaw last night.." your heart stop, 'Fuck! he saw us?! shit!' you cursed to your brain, and your eyes widen, Eddie steps closer to you making you back away slowly, as the two of you reach his bed side, cornering you "Was he good? Was he better than me, Y/N?" you're just looking at him, his curly long hair, and all the perfect features in his face but you can't even utter a word "Do you like how he touch you? Is Hargrove fucking better than me now?" he asked trying to sound sweet and terrifying all the same time, you just slightly shake your head, you heard him chuckle.

"Say it if you fucking mean it, Y/N. Don't bullshit me around this time" as he step closer to you, you automatically sat on his bed, your breathes become slower and you can feel your body heat up, he looks down at you with that innocent smile he have but just in seconds he was pinning you down his bed "I need to fucking hear it, Y/N. Make me say it again and I swear I'll use those on you" he holds your neck making you look at his wall where his metal chain cuffs are hanging, his cold rings touches your burning skin, he just looks at you, waiting for you to answer "You're b-better than him.." you said shyly almost like whispering your words, his head lowered and you close your eyes as you feel the touch of his breath on your ear travelling the sensation down your neck "than who, princess?" he mutters, biting your neck as you moan "you.. y-you're better than Billy, Eddie-" he lifts his head and looks at you, his eyes trailing down your lips, letting go of your neck he sits back up, almost like kneeling in front you, he just look at you admiring how perfect you are with the cute dress you're wearing, your left leg in between his knee, feeling his hardening cock in the ripped jeans he's wearing, it made you wet for a bit. His touch and presence are just fucking irresistible and him dominating you like this makes you turned on. He holds both your hands in front of you then he slowly raise it up above your head keeping it locked with one of his hand, "I know you're a good girl, Y/N.. So keep those hands up and if you move-" he paused, Eddie runs his lips slowly to yours as you slightly try to lean for a kiss, he shakes his head and chuckle "if you move.. it will just get rough" he whispers "m'kay? sweetheart?" he looks at you again in awe, you never failed to attract him, no matter what you do Eddie always thinks that you're an angel but what he saw last night made him think that the angel deserves a punishment.

(A/N: I HOPE YOU LIKE THE CHAPTER 1 <33 I decided to cut it in two parts because the next one is just pure smut of Eddie and Y/N and ofc a cute ending because I love Eddie. I appreciate votes, comments, request and follow since I'm new here hihi)

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[breakthechainx]

𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚘𝚗 & 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 // 𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕥. 𝟙

Summary: Moving to Hawkins wasn’t your ideal plan for your senior year of high school, but upon arrival you make some new friends and a relationship you believe may work out, or so you think. Through all of this, you slowly begin to meet the “town freak”, Eddie Munson, and try your best to build a relationship with him, but some obstacles may hold you back. Will true love prevail? (alternate reality)

Warnings: drinking/getting drunk, slight swearing, brief sexual mentions, family abuse, grief of family member

Hawkins, 1985;

Starting your senior year at Hawkins High right in the middle of the semester was not your ideal affair. Cliche cliques and friend groups, useless classes that served no point beyond giving students busy work, and all the drama associated with being a teenager in a small town. Life for you wasn’t pleasant at home, so you took school as a way to get away from the constant arguing and abuse you endured from your father. 

When your father took a job across the state to work at the local plant in Hawkins, he dragged you along for the move as you really had no other option. Luckily, with this job came the chance to be alone most nights as he worked night shifts frequently, and when he was home, he was usually too drunk to notice you or passed out in his bedroom. You might be wondering, “where's your mom?” to which I can say she passed away when I was younger. While I barely remember her, I do have faint memories of her that make me smile every once in a while. Her warm hugs, that cheerful laugh she would induce, and overall the love she gave you while she was still here. Your father wasn’t always bad, but once your mother passed, he became a whole new person; someone you didn’t recognize. 

After a couple weeks of being a fly on the wall at Hawkins High, you became acquaintances with a few students. The most notable being Nancy Wheeler, a fellow senior at Hawkins, who became your partner in a shared English class and you two hit it off immediately. A bit intimidating she may be, but she was easy to talk to once you got to know her. She gave the best advice when it came to school or boys or pretty much any topic at hand. After becoming closer and closer over the next couple of months, she invited you to a party, to which you agreed to go to, hopeful to meet some new people. 

The night of the party, you had met some of her friends, a previous Hawkins High student named Steve Harrington and his friend and coworker, Robin Buckley. 

Steve gave you a soft smile and subtle wave upon meeting, “Hey there, y/n” he said. You returned that soft smile to him, waving back as Robin smiled from ear to ear, saying hello and embracing you in a hug that threw you off guard at first. 

As Robin pulled back, she rambled about how exciting it was to meet new people, clearly a tad bit intoxicated. You chuckled as you listened to her speak. “You know, Steve never brings me to these things… always talks about how I’m too much and tend to ramble an-... and I’m doing it right now, aren’t I?” She threw the palm of her hand to her forehead with a grimace as you laughed, shaking your head, stating, “No no, not at all. I’m excited to meet some of Nancy’s friends…” you gestured to her, “She has nothing but kind things to say about the both of you.” 

After talking with the group for what felt like hours, slowly sipping the beers Steve grabbed for you from the kitchen counter on multiple occasions, you couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes on you. They bore into the back of your skull, prompting you to turn and see who it might be. Finally, you turn your head to see none other than Billy Hargrove, the school “bad boy”, if you’d even call him that, staring at you with those narrow eyes, swigging at whatever drink he most likely stole from an underclassmen. He was surrounded by other guys, mostly those who looked like they hadn’t showered in days or jocks who thought winning two basketball games in a row entitled them to whatever they pleased. You gulped nervously, diverting your eyes away and taking another sip of your beer. You looked back at Nancy and the others, only to see them talking to one of Steve's friends. You sighed, knowing you had no escape route.

When you turned back to look in the direction of Billy, you noticed he still had his eyes locked on you, smirking as he caught your glance. You blushed slightly, chewing at the inside of your lip, sending him a nervous smile. When he gestured for you to come over with a nob of his head, you were hesitant at first. Finally, stepping away from your group, you headed over towards Billy, staggering a bit from the previous beers you had consumed. Upon reaching him in the crowded living room, he smirked yet again before saying, “You’re the new girl, right?” 

Cheeks still red, you nodded with a timid laugh, “That would be me, I’m y/n”

He stood up from the wall he was leaning against, towering over you as he leaned in, closer to your face than expected, “Well, y/n” he purred as he leaned closer to your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Maybe we can get together if you’re free sometime” you could feel his words against your exposed shoulder. It wasn’t a question; more so a demand.

You hesitated, not sure what to say at first. This was the last thing you expected, especially from Billy of all people. But, the alcohol in your system and the urge to meet new people consumed you, so you finally agreed, “Yeah, I think that would be nice,” you said with a hesitant laugh. 

He grinned that signature grin of his before continuing, “I was thinking maybe tonight, my place?” His icy blue eyes drilled into yours, giving you no other option other than to shake your head without a word. That was all he needed before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, walking away with you to the nearest exit. Receiving pats on the back and joking sexual noises from his group of friends who hovered around, to which you couldn’t do anything but blush and nervously chuckle to. 

Walking towards the door, you made eye contact with Nancy and her gang, who shot you a nervous look that you didn’t quite catch on to in the moment. The six or seven beers you consumed by this point had not allowed you to see the red flags of going home with none other than Billy Hargrove. You gave her a small shrug with a laugh, telling her you’d be alright. Nancy, Steve and Robin did not like the idea of you leaving with him, but you didn’t care. Maybe this would be good for you, meeting new people was what you wanted, right?

As you got closer and closer to the door, you were met with a slight shoulder check that sent you aback. “Whoa, sorry there sweetheart. It’s a madhouse in here” you looked up to to see brown, doe eyes looking down at you with a smile and ringed hands raised in an apologetic manner. You took the stranger in for a moment, his dark brown, wavy hair down to his shoulders, leather jacket covered in a denim vest with every metal band patch you could think of covering it. 

You smiled drunkenly, and before you could say anything, Billy shoved the boys shoulder firmly with a “Watch where you’re going, you fucking freak” as he continued to pulled you through the crowd. Upon reaching the door, you turned back to see those same brown eyes looking at you with concern, wondering if you were in good hands for the night. You sent an apologetic smile, a whispered “sorry”, and he was the last thing you saw before leaving the party for the night.

gif by drogonstone

author notes; hi all! i'm sorta new to this whole writing thing, so i apologize for any plot holes or errors on my part! i'm thinking of making this a mini series to show the reader and eddies build-up to a (hopefully) relationship hehe... it may get a little dark the next few chapters if i go with the plot line i'm thinking of so just a tw. if there are any requests for a part two, please let me know! thank you all ♥ cheers

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[slashermadness]

WHERE 👏ARE👏THE👏EDDIE👏MUNSON👏X👏READER👏ANGST👏FICS

(I'd love to read your works if you have one!)

#I like to hurt myselfffff #I need it dear great ones! #I WANT MYSELF TO CRY #Eddie dying and the reader waiting for him 💀 #The reader witnessing his death just like Max with Billy 💀 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson angst #joseph quinn #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things season four #stranger things s4 #stranger things

[sunflowerharrington]

Stitches - Volume I

part 003: wounded, but reunited

fandom - Stranger Things (2016-)

pairing(s) - Eddie Munson X Reader, Steve Harrington X Reader, Billy Hargrove X Reader (Platonic with a capital P though)

stitches taglist - @vingtetunmars @dallysnecklace @will-byers-is-my-boyfriend @taecube @quickiesgirl @preciousbabypeter i tag here so people can get future updates! comment on this post or my pinned post to be added or taken off <3

taglist - @sunnymunson, @eddies-bat @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @sympathyforher please let me know if you want to be added or taken off <3

word count - 2.6k

warnings and tags for this chapter - blood, weapon use, levitation, telekinesis, mention’s of billy’s possession, alternating pov’s, resurrection, magic/powers, billy being an asshole (kind of), somebody passing out, vecna’s curse.

author’s notes - special thanks to @thisishellfire for reading over this chapter for me! i love you, doll ❤️❤️❤️

stitches masterlist

Billy grunted as he leaned the ladder against the wall, stepping up the first prong to test the sturdiness. Seeing that it held his weight he climbed higher, closer to the moving vines and tendrils on the ceiling. He prodded at one with his finger and it retreated into the centre of the slash, so he prodded at a couple more until the opening was clearer, the goop narrowly missing his eye. The bright light from above shone in his eyes and he had to shield them from the sunlight that had been shining through the windowpanes of the same trailer above him.

“See anything?”

“Get up here.”

“Why me?” Chrissy asked, flinching slightly as he raised his voice.

“Do you want your ass saved or not, Cunningham? Get the fuck up here right now!” He uttered loudly as he descended. “Here, take my hand.”

Billy extended his hand out to her and kept her steady as she ascended the metal prongs. As she stuck a hand through the slash, it began to expand and retract, more so as she tried pushing her way through it, the slimy residue sticking to her skin like glue to paper. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried pulling the rest of her body up, her hands firmly against the trailer ceiling, her heart dropping as she noticed something levitating in the air.

Her own body, dangling from the ceiling, inches away from her face. She swallowed down a lump in her throat and tried to stop the color draining from her pale face.

“Chrissy? Chrissy! Chrissy, wake up! I don’t like this!”

Chrissy reached out as far as she could while still holding onto the ladder and Billy’s hands, which he had outstretched his arms and kept his hands up to attempt to steady her movements. She yelped as she saw her body moving, her bones cracking, and Eddie screaming beneath her. And then she saw her left leg beginning to move by itself.

As Chrissy’s left foot squeezed through the opening, you noticed a burning sensation in the right side of your neck that hadn’t been there before. Bristles of flint brushed rigidly against steel and set your body alight, burning you from the inside out.

Then you remembered what had happened to you. What Papa had done to you.

“Get me a knife, or something. Something sharp” you ordered, wincing in pain as you tried to get the tiny piece of metal, or whatever it was, as close to your first layers of skin as possible.

“Why?”

This “gate” had another meaning, it seemed. Almost like an electromagnetic field that all compasses would point towards when charged, or opened, and all metal near it would be electrified. “Get me a knife and a wooden spoon, Hargrove!”

“Jesus, alright!” He groused, grabbing the nearest knife and spoon handing the wooden utensil to you.

You stuck the handle of the spoon between your teeth, grabbing Billy’s hand to pull him closer to you. “You’re taking this sucker out of my neck, got it? Slit the skin and root around to find it, and I’ll bite down on this spoon.”

He blinked rapidly, looking at you like you were insane, as if he wasn’t out of his mind himself. Yes, your plan sounded insane but what did you have to lose?

“What the fuck, Y/N?! I’m not doing that! I’ll… I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Oh please. It’s our only hope at getting Chrissy and ourselves out of here alive!”

He swore under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut as he pressed the blade to your neck, the electromagnetism causing the metal blade to become charged. Dangerous, but it would have to do.

“Get a move on, we don’t have much time!”

“Alright, alright, I’m doing it.”

Meanwhile, Chrissy was hanging from the ceiling, holding onto one of the vines by the slash for dear life, holding in her screams as she watched her own leg break. She looked down, being met with the cute metalhead from school that ran the Dungeons & Dragons club; Hellfire. He currently had his back pressed up against the nearest wall to him, the same knife in his hand Billy was using to retrieve the piece of metal from inside your neck, undeniable fear written all over his pretty face.

Chrissy let go of the vine, dropping onto the floor and landing on her feet, somehow. With newfound determination she ran up to her own body and jumped, trying to pull herself down by wrapping her arms around her waist, to no avail. She groaned in annoyance as that didn’t work.

Eddie couldn’t see Chrissy, too afraid to move as he might find himself receiving the same fate as she did, so he didn’t see her peeking her head back into the other world to ask for more help. You sighed, clambering up the ladder to stick your right hand and head through the portal, blood rushing to your head and out of your neck as you hung upside down.

You stuck your hand out, energy rushing from your mind to your fingertips, the blood rushing from your head now travelling to your nose and ears as you fought to lower her body back to the ground so her soul could reunite with her corpse. She gave you a thankful smile, tears of joy falling from her bright blue eyes, laying on the ground next to her soul-less corpse.

“How did you do that?!”

“Magic,” you shrugged, sending her an encouraging smile, wiping a drip of blood from your nose, desperately trying to ignore the excruciating pain in your neck.

Chrissy prodded at her own lips with her fingertips, letting her digits slip over her tongue, down her throat, through her veins and into her heart, the rest of her body getting sucked in with it. The squelching noises had become almost unbearable, but if she had a second chance at life she would be more than content to listen to anything and never, ever complain.

And before long she began to feel a sharp pain in her right leg, agonizing, the one she always landed on when doing her acrobatics for her cheerleading performances. Her pride and joy.

Shit.

Chrissy gasped, clutching her neck as she sat up abruptly, sitting to face Eddie, who’s already pale face grew white as a ghost. Chrissy dragged herself over to sit next to him as he slumped over, catching him in her arms before he could potentially hurt his head from the fall.

“Oh my God, Eddie? Eddie… Can you hear me? Wake up, Eddie! I’m okay, I’m here now. I’m back. Eddie? Eddie, can you hear...?”

The sound of ocean waves crashing against the face of a cliff played on a loop in Eddie’s mind as he began to regain his consciousness, his hand reaching up to rub away some of the pressure on his forehead as an angel sat before him in an uncomfortable position. Princess Chrissy Cunningham, sent from the heavens to rescue Eddie The Banished from the sinister, satanic Cult of Vecna before it was too late—

Wake up, you idiot.

Breathe. In and out, and in again.

And exhale.

In and out.

In and out.

In…

And out.

This was just a dream.

Fucking hell; a pain shot right through his chest as Chrissy’s clenched fist made contact with his chest just like Billy had done with her, putting pressure on his fragile sternum and ribcage as he opened his eyes.

“Eddie?” The girl cried out, hiding her blotchy face in the crook of his neck, lacing her fingers with his, squeezing once.

She woke up. And so did he.

“Chrissy?” He whimpered in pain, maneuvering his body to be even nearer to hers. “Oh my god, don’t scare me like that again!”

Chrissy dragged her gaze from the floor up to meet his beautiful, deep brown eyes, her own eyes glazing over with tears of relief. “Is it really you?”

You sighed, clambering down the ladder. “This feels… strange.”

“What, because they’re both alive and we’re not?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, feeling your throat beginning to swell as your emotions banged against your tear ducts, threatening to escape at any given second. “And we’re stuck here watching them being all in love, and neither of us can do that because we’re dead.”

It felt like a sick joke, or a hallucination, like you could wake up in Peter’s arms at any given second and he’d tell you everything was going to be okay.

“At least we’re not alone here, Y/N. We have each other,” he said, slinging a protective arm around your shoulders that was for both comfort and for his own support. He didn’t want to let you know, but he felt like his knees could give in at any given moment and the sensation of never ending falling could commence again.

You were about to respond, when the male voice from up above clouded your mind. “It’s really me— God, what happened to your leg? Did that happen when I passed out?”

Did Eddie forget what happened already? Or maybe he was in denial, pushing the fact that his crush since sophomore year almost died in front of him in his trailer to the back of his mind.

Chrissy sighed, pulling herself up to sit her back against the cupboard part of the kitchen counter, and Eddie mirrored her movements, sitting next to her, tapping his shoes off each other as he moved his feet from side to side out of habit. She flinched as his fingers made contact with the most tender part of the internal wound on her leg. Broken bones, more than likely.

She craned her neck to look up at the ceiling, watching in horror as the tendrils began to retreat back into the alternate dimension, the ceiling repairing itself, sealing you and Billy inside for good. Shit.

Your heart pounded as you looked up, crashing into something rock hard as you backed away, feeling Billy’s arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“It’s okay, doll. We’ll find another way out of here. I promise.”

From above, you could still hear Chrissy’s shaky voice. “Yes, it happened when you passed out, Eds,” she lied, not wanting to have to explain everything, he would never believe her.

Nobody would ever believe her, especially not Jason or any of the boys on the basketball team or the cheer squad. Even Lucas Sinclair, Hawkin’s brightest male student, who gave everybody the benefit of the doubt.

But he was the only boy she fully trusted, even though he was a grade below her she felt closer to him than any of her friends in the same classes as her. Just never in school.

Lucas was her only hope.

She knew he played Dungeons and Dragons with Eddie but swore to secrecy she wouldn’t tell anyone, and she kept that promise. He would be able to return the favour of keeping a secret, right?

Chrissy looked outside the window, peering through the shutters to see the sun beginning to set in the distance, the sky red, pink and yellow. Almost time for her to be home. She didn’t have long to get to Lucas’ and back before that time; 10pm sharp for tea.

“Think I could make it to Lucas’ house before the sun sets?” She asked, avoiding eye contact. “I um…”

Eddie’s brows furrowed.

“I could hop, or something,” she continued.

“Hot date?” Eddie teased, nudging her side with his elbow, though he stopped when her usual bright smile didn’t show itself. “Let me take you, you can’t be walking around with a limp, you’ll hurt yourself too much.”

He hated this. Hated seeing her scared. Putting her feelings before his own as a need to tend to her more since what had happened happened to her and not him. And he wouldn’t let it happen again. And… a date… with Sinclair? How in the world did Lucas manage to build up that much courage to ask her? Eddie himself could barely even ask for a pencil, let alone asking a girl on a date; though he knew they would all reject him and laugh in his face anyhow.

Maybe it was to get over Maxine? Though it was out of character for Lucas to move on that quickly, and with how vulnerable Max was after her step-brother’s death, Lucas wouldn’t leave her in cold blood. Not yet.

So Eddie still had a chance with the girl of his dreams.

“Thank you, Eddie, really.”

“No worries,” he started, grabbing the keys to his van, leading the girl to the front door.

He ignored the stare of somebody across the park with a dog as he helped Chrissy into the van, driving off almost as soon as he hopped into the driver’s seat.

“You might wanna hold on tight to your seat, sweetheart. I drive fast.”

You heard the engine of the van revving before it drove away from above, and you sighed, throwing yourself back down onto the bed. Billy lay down next to you, his chest heaving as he placed his hands behind his head. You couldn’t help yourself, dragging your gaze down his chest and stomach, slick with sweat. The only other bodies you’d seen before had been covered by white suits and white gowns like your own, so this sight was new.

And what a sight for sore eyes.

You couldn’t decide whether you preferred seeing boys with or without shirts on, but Billy helped by snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Like what you see, doll?”

Would you tell the truth and risk boosting his already sky high ego even more? No way. So you just shrugged and sat up on the edge of the bed.

“How do you get your body like that?”

“I work out,” he replied, rolling over to face you.

“Work out?”

“I lift heavy things, doll. Makes me strong.”

Chrissy’s words from above rapidly circled your mind. Who was Lucas Sinclair? Why did ‘Eddie’ sound so offended? Was this really a date or did Chrissy just want to get out of a study session from hell. But if she did, she would have stayed in this dimension with you and Billy…

“What’s on your mind?

“Do you know who Lucas Sinclair is?” You asked, and his face scrunched up like he just bit into the most sour of lemons. “Chrissy mentioned him when she was up there. Said she’s going to tell him what happened. Did you know him?”

“He’s my step-sister, Max’s, boyfriend,” he said, shuddering at the thought, and you wondered why. “If he even deserves that title.”

What could Lucas have done to Max to make Billy this upset and angry?

“But he’s not important right now. What’s more important is us finding another way out of here. If those slashes appear wherever the thing that happened to Chrissy happens, I know a place we can go to get things so we can go to a place where something like that also happened.”

“Where is that?”

“Brimborn Steel Works… where… I got possessed,” he revealed, taking your hands in his. “We can’t waste any time. I’m going to take you to where I remember Nancy Wheeler’s house being, we’re going to take her bikes and we’re going to go to Brimborn or anywhere we can to find a way out of here.”

You tightened your grip in his hand as he practically dragged you out the door, and he began running.

“Shit. Hargrove, wait!” You shouted, running after him, but as you caught your breath, you looked at your surrounding area;

He was gone.

#stranger things #stitches #eddie munson #steve harrington and eddie munson #steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things fanfic #stranger things ff #stranger things imagines #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #harringrove #fruity four feat california gurls and billy #steve harrington’s bi panic for 24 chapters straight #x reader #fanfiction #fuck the duffers #stranger things rewrite #st 3 rewrite #st 4 rewrite #chrissy cunniningham #eddissy

[jupitereleven]

if you have any theories about stranger things season 4 please give them to me (in the comments)

also give some love to eddie munson <3

#st4 #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things series #stranger things season four #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #billy hargrove #max mayfield #eleven #001 stranger things #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair

[stevie-petey]

we thought love was something (we weren't meant to find)

﹂ season two of "come home"

as you approach a year since will's disappearance, things seem to be back to how they were. you still have jonathan and the boys, hawkins is boring again, and you and steve harrington aren't really friends. you convince yourself that it's fine, but time can't heal all wounds, and you sure as hell have your fair share of them. when will starts having episodes and your brother hides a literal monster from you, junior year becomes a lot more painful than it already was. (and because you can never win, steve gets dragged into it). (more complicated feelings arise). (as usual).

episode one: MADMAX - what does steve fear more ? you or the plague ? currently it's you, some guy with an awful mullet stares you down in the parking lot (gross), nancy invites you to a party from your nightmares, and you become an official unlicensed therapist for will. yay for junior year !

episode two: trick or treat, freak - you and nancy have a bonding session in the library (kinda hot tbh), billy gives jonathan and steve a common cause to unite on: Protect Y/N, you're a chauffeur to a very sad steve harrington, and dustin uses will's trauma to his advantage.

episode three: the pollywog - you lecture jonathan about daddy issues and then have an intellectual debate about healthy relationships, you play Mr. Love Dr with Steve, nancy and jonathan go on a sick side quest (and actually inform you this time !), meanwhile: you're about to put a leash on your damn brother.

episode four: will the wise - jonathan is gone for one day and suddenly all hell breaks loose, your hesitant friendship with steve is already rocky (thanks billy) but steve is hot when he's angry tbh, you become a couple's counselor to lucas and max (sorry dustin), and you're now officially the world's worst cat owner ever. and babysitter. but what else is new ?

episode five: dig dug - you and dustin bury a body and con your mother into fleeing town, great sibling bonding time ! you play hockey with a monster, dustin gets ghosted by his friends, and now it's your turn to kidnap steve (technically dustin does, but you don't stop him) who later gives you some terrifying realizations.

episode six: the spy - dustin and steve haggle a butcher, you throw some meat at steve and then have a weird conversation about love, you stop dustin from becoming an incel, and then you wrestle some demodogs like any real woman would. side note: steve is hot protecting the kids.

episode seven: the mind flayer - jonathan is back and has a lot of questions and you have even more for him, the gang gets back together and ties will to a chair, you tell the kid a story to distract him from his demons, steve is a confused mess but at least youre with him, and someone makes a surprise appearance (her name rhymes with shell).

episode eight: the gate - you encourage nancy to take your place (everyone is shocked), you and steve are the newest babysitters in town, billy ruins things as always, tunnels are weird when youre concussed, you remind jonathan of an old promise, and when the snowball comes you make your own promise with steve that you know you can keep.

⌑ set between seasons 2 and 3

﹂ episode nine: the fall - surprise ! life still carries on even with minor brain damage from constant concussions :( on the bright side, you and the gang all become homies. meanwhile, steve grapples with the warm fuzzies and parental issues before his worst nightmare happens: you meet robin. the horrors !

⌑ status: FINISHED

⌑ season two title based on this song x

⌑ blurbs set within "come home" can be found here x

⌑ “come home” season masterlist

*note: this is a part of my stranger things rewrite, “come home”, and other seasons can be found linked above :)

#steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things rewrite #slowburn #angst #wdtai #m's writing #get ready gamers #season two is alllll about steve and the kids #this is the season ive been waiting for <3

[wineauntie]

FAMILY IS FAMILY— quinn hughes x single mother!reader

summary: when your daughter comes home from school crying, you and Quinn try to get to the bottom of it.

note: I focused so much on Quinn and your daughter’s relationship, because I think they are the cutest!

warnings: use of y/n, fem!reader, use of names: Billy, Rosie, Evie, and Ollie— change them if they’re your name, fluff, Quinn being soft as hell, nicknames like honey, sweetheart, baby, and bug. Q being dad material.

word count: 2.1k+

Your eyes darted around the preschool as you sat on the plastic chair in the reception. You'd received a call approximately twenty-two minutes ago from your child's teacher claiming that your four year old daughter, Evie, wouldn't and couldn't stop crying. To say you had dropped everything and rushed over immediately would be an understatement. The door to your left opened, revealing Evie wailing as she clutched her teacher's hand. You leapt to your feet, bundling your little girl in your arms.

"Oh, baby," you hushed, your hand clutching her head to your shoulder. Your daughter twisted her little fists into your jumper, sniffling as you turned to the teacher. "What prompted this?" You questioned, taking deep breaths to remain calm.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Y/L/N," the teacher grimaced, "it started after playtime, she was talking with her friends one moment and crying the next. I tried to understand what had happened but she wouldn't say. I'm really sorry…"

"It's fine," you sighed, cradling Evie closely as your hand ran through her hair. "I'll sign her out and take her home for the rest of the day."

It was no less than five minutes later when you buckled Evie into her car seat, and her crying eventually calmed, leaving tear-streaked cheeks and reddened wide eyes the only evidence that she'd even been so distraught.

"Mom, is Winnie at home?" Evie croaked, her bottom lip trembling as you tightened the last strap. Your lips quirked up momentarily at the name.

Quinn Hughes— or "Winnie" as your little girl proclaimed, had been your boyfriend of two years. You'd met him when Evie was just over two years old and he'd fallen head over heels. You'd been reluctant to get yourself into a relationship, especially since a relationship wouldn't just affect your life but also your daughter's. He'd understood and had taken things slowly, not pushing or pulling you in any way. He ensured that you had full control over the pace of the relationship, having a complete comprehension of exactly what was at stake.

When you'd eventually introduced him to Evie, he had been enraptured, vowing to protect and love the both of you. Evie, who had yet been able to master the pronunciation of the letter 'Q', had been quick to fall in love with "Winnie" and practically turned to him with every problem she faced. He taught her to tie her laces and how to skate.

The latter was the moment you knew Quinn was the one for you.

You remembered as he'd crouched in front of your sweet girl and helped her lace up her skates, whispering words of encouragement with a small smile. The rest of the Canucks and their families had gathered for the family skate, and your heart had warmed at the thought that Quinn had chosen you and Evie to be a part of it.

You had watched from the sidelines as Quinn had half-carried Evie around the ice, his hands firmly under her armpits as he grinned and let her skate-clad feet skin across the ice. He was cautious as he weaved through the various Canucks and their respective families on the ice, making sure Evie was careful and remained unhurt as she giggled and chatted with Quinn the entire session.

You let out a small chuckle, returning to the present as you bowed your head before brushing your thumb over Evie's cheekbone.

"Yeah, Winnie's at home, baby…c’mon, let’s go see him.”

-

Once you'd unlocked the door, Evie had practically sprinted through the apartment ahead of you. You shut the door behind you and followed her trail until you arrived at the kitchen.

Evie was clutching Quinn's leg from where he’d abandoned the sandwich he was making on the counter top. He was laughing down at the girl whose arms and legs wrapped around him like a koala.

"Hey, Bug," Quinn laughed, slowly detaching the girl from his leg so that he could crouch down and be eye-to-eye with Evie. "You're home early." The girl shyly looked down at her hands, before she glanced back at you to explain. Quinn's eyes followed Evie's eyeline as his warm eyes locked with yours.

"The school called," you explained, crouching down on the other side of Evie. "This little one was crying and couldn't stop, they didn't know what to do…wouldn't tell her teacher or me why either."

"Crying?" Quinn's eyebrows furrowed together as he retrained his eyes on your daughter. Evie bit her little lip and weaved her hand into Quinn's nervously. "Why were you crying, bug?"

"'s nothing," Evie whispered, her rounded eyes welling with tears. You moved closer as Evie looked towards you before leaning closer to Quinn. "It'll make mommy sad." Quinn's lips formed an oh and glanced at you in worry.

"Evie, baby," you sighed quietly, your hand cupping her face lovingly. "Whatever happened won't make me sad."

"Pinky promise,"

You locked your finger around Evie's outstretched pinky and looked your daughter straight in the eyes.

"I promise,"

Those words were all it took for Evie to begin to cry again. You and Quinn sprung into action immediately stroking her back and hair, comforting your girl as she vibrated with sadness.

"Billy and Ollie said I'm a freak because I don't have a dad," she stammered, her speech broken with sobs. "And I tried to tell them I had a Q, but they just laughed!" Your heart broke as you made eye contact with a concerned Quinn, whose hand remained on Evie's trembling back.

"I told them that Q is just the same!" Evie now cried harder, avoiding Quinn's eyes. "But they didn't believe me, Mom, they said I was being silly! That Winnie was just a boy you clawed onto— that's what their mommies said!"

"Oh, baby girl," you soothed, pressing a kiss to Evie's hairline. You bit your lip in discontent. You knew that some of the other parents at the preschool talked about you behind your back- hell, it's not as if they were secretive over it.

You'd heard them theorise how you'd gotten Quinn in your grasp, how you'd gotten the captain of the Canucks to love you.

It was hurtful to hear, especially when you tried so hard to hide those harmful words from Evie. Seeing your fallen face, Quinn cleared his throat and shuffled closer to Evie.

"Evie," he began softly, tilting his head to try to make your daughter look at him. Evie slowly lifted her head, embarrassment flooding her face as she fidgeted with Quinn's head. "C'mon now, breathe for me…there we go." Evie gulped in some air through her sobs.

"That's it, sweetheart," Quinn spoke slowly. He waited for the girl to calm down before he continued. "Bug…firstly, you weren't being silly, and I'm sorry those boys were mean to you." He looked to you as you silently urged for him to continue.

"Secondly, you, me and your mom are a family," he continued, his voice steady and reassuring. "and we mightn't look like other families, but we are one. Families aren't all the same."

"Like how Rosie next door has two moms?" Evie murmured quietly as if unsure of her answer, she looked to Quinn and you for reassurance.

"Exactly!" Quinn smiled faintly, his hand tucking a strand of hair behind Evie's ear. The girl ducked her head with a shy grin. "What matters is what you feel here," he gently poked the spot above her heart, "not what other people may think."

Your eyes welled with tears as you watched Quinn talk so lovingly and with so much care. You watched as Evie reciprocated the affection, your heart full of warmth for the two of them.

"And just to add on," Quinn softly said, reaching your eyes once again. "I'm the one with claws in your mom and you, and I promise I'll be the best Q, for as long as you and your mom let me. No matter how many mean boys say otherwise."

Evie nodded and slowly shifted towards Quinn, falling into his as he opened his arms to hug her. You watched as she nuzzled her head into his shoulder, his hands lightly squeezing her.

Your eyes watered once more as she pulled away from him with a small, familiar smile, all semblance of tears long gone.

"Why don't you go get changed, honey?" You gently suggest, "We can have a movie day, yeah?"

Evie nodded rapidly with a sudden and wide grin. She looked between you and Quinn, giggling as she stepped towards you and wrapped her arms over your shoulders before releasing you and running towards her bedroom.

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The three of you had spent the evening on the couch, all of you adorning pyjamas and hoodies, curled beneath blankets as the third animated movie played throughout the living room. Quinn sat to your left, your head resting against his chest as Evie drifted off to sleep on your lap, her hand loosely grabbing Quinn's in her restful state.

You yawned silently, your hand covering your mouth causing Quinn to glance down at the two of you. With a tender smile and a chaste kiss on your forehead, he slowly shifted to turn off the television. He carefully lifted your body off of his before bending down to face you.

"Want me to take her to her bed?" He whispered, his hand brushing your mussed hair back out of your face.

"Please," you muttered in reply, your hands smoothing circles over Evie's sleeping form. "I think my body has gone dead."

Quinn chuckled briefly before slowly removing Evie from your grip and holding her close to his chest, his hand cradled behind her head as if she were a baby once again. He carefully moved around the couch, allowing you to stretch out your body that tingled with pins and needles. With another yawn, you gradually stood to your feet and made your way down the hall towards Evie's bedroom.

You softly opened the ajar door further, your tired eyes landing on Quinn who sat on the edge of Evie's bed, tucking her under the duvet. You watched as Evie nuzzled into the comfort of her bed as Quinn ran a hand over her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead- quite like what he had done for you only moments ago. Evie mumbled in her sleep, your heart clenching as she reached out to clasp Quinn's shirt.

"Night, Dad,"

You froze at the door, Evie's sleep-riddled words echoing around her room. Quinn's head snapped around towards you, a shocked expression plastered across his every feature. A second passed before Quinn pulled himself together and kissed her forehead again.

"Night, bug,"

He pulled away, swiftly making his way to your side as you quietly shut Evie's door. The two of you stood close together, your lip between your teeth in anxiety.

"She just called me dad," Quinn murmured, glancing towards the bedroom door.

"I know," You answered, your eyes searching his for any panic or horror. "I…how did you…do you mind it?!"

"She called me dad!" Quinn gathered you in his arms, crashing his lips to yours as he lifted you off the ground. Your hands intertwined around your neck as you reciprocated his loving kiss, your heart swelling with joy at how elated he seemed.

The room seemed to hold its breath as Quinn slowly lowered you back to the ground, his eyes never leaving yours. It was as if time had frozen, all the worries and doubts dissipating into the air. At that moment, you knew that everything was going to be alright. The love between the two of you had always been strong, but this milestone, this connection that Evie had just unknowingly solidified, felt like a beautiful blessing.

"I love you," you choked out, your voice filled with emotions that couldn't possibly be conveyed in those three simple words alone. "So much…"

"I love you too," Quinn replied, his voice filled with a sincerity that touched your soul. "And I love her, our little bug, more than words can explain."

The weight of his words hung in the air, the realisation of what you both were embarking on sinking deep within your hearts. You found comfort in each other's arms, the world outside of the shared apartment fading away as you held onto one another. The future suddenly felt bright, filled with the promise of shared laughter, tears, and unforgettable moments.

As you rested your head against Quinn's chest, you could feel his heartbeat syncing with yours, a rhythmic reminder of the love that enveloped you both. The path ahead might not always be easy, but with each other by your sides, you were ready to face whatever came your way.

He is the cutest and I want to put this man in my pocket and carry him around with me <3

#quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes x you #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fluff #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes fanfic #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #nhl x reader #nhl #vancouver canucks #wineauntie #i love him #quinn hughes x single mom!reader #family is family universe

[coconut-dreamz]

gorgeous

"you've ruined my life, by not being mine" || tom blyth x actress! reader

a/n: i'm baaaack, with more ts and love for tom blyth

you should take it as a compliment that i got drunk and made fun of the way you talk

you were at out at a local bar with some of your cast mates from tbosas. you were sitting with rachel and you were mocking tom's british accent. the two of you were laughing at your terrible impression. "why does he say that! it's so funny!" rachel laughs.

"what are you two laughing about?" tom's walks over from the other side of the table. "nothing" you both mumble out, sharing a look. "sounded like you were having a lot of fun earlier" he adds, you laugh at this. "sounded like you were having a lot of fun earlier." you repeat in a british accent, mimicking tom.

rachel bursts out laughing at this. tom just gives you two a look like you'd both gone insane. "making fun of me now?" he asks, as you lose it. "maybe," you make out between laughs. "that's not very nice." he says in a jokingly stern voice. "sorry, we just think your normal accent is so funny." rachel explains as you continue to laugh.

exasperated, tom leaves, going to find the company of people who won't laugh at him when he speaks. this causes the two of you to laugh even harder.

you should think about the consequence off your magnetic field being a little too strong

somehow, you always found yourself gravitating towards tom. whether you're on the opposite side of the room from him, you always find yourself right by him within a matter of minutes. he had a weird pull on you.

you had been talking with an actor that played one of the background academy students when you heard tom's laugh from across the room. it distracted you from the conversation you were having. she seemed to have noticed your lack of attention and just smirked. "go ahead," was all she said and nodded her head towards tom. you thanked her and left towards him.

he smiled as he saw you approaching the group, opening his arms to you for a hug. you sighed contently as his arms around you. "how are you?" he whispered in your ear. "better now that you're here." you admitted

and i got a boyfriend, he's older than us he's in the club doing, i don't know what

your boyfriend had just texted you telling you he was going out with some friends for the night. it was morning for you, being on the opposite side of the planet from him. hearing that from him, you knew you'd probably be seeing some headlines of him in the morning, or night for you.

things were strained lately, with you being busy with back to back projects and him, honestly not doing shit. it made him feel emasculated knowing you were currently the it girl and he was just known as your boyfriend. he was a bit older and no longer in his prime and no longer booking big projects.

you're so cool, it makes me hate you so much whiskey on ice, sunset and vine

you were on a break from filming so you, rachel, tom and josh decided to go to la and soak in some sun. you four were out at dinner. and tom was telling you all about what it was like filming for billy the kid.

he was nursing a whiskey and ice, recounting all the notable parts of filming. it made you so jealous. he was just so damn cool. this was not helping your giant crush on him.

you've ruined my life, by not being mine you're so gorgeous

you and tom were sitting in your trailer, just basking in the peace and quiet. it wasn’t everyday that you got to sit and relax and enjoy some coffee and mediocre croissants.

it killed you knowing that tom wasn't yours. you even broke up with your loser boyfriend. "god, you're so fucking gorgeous." you mutter under your breath while sitting with tom enjoying coffee. "what was that?" he looks up from his book. "huh, oh nothing!" you blurt out, not realizing you said that out loud, taking a sip of your coffee.

i can't say anything to your face 'cause look at your face

"hunter, why's he so damn gorgeous. i can't handle it!" you shout to hunter. you were all gathered in some local bar. you longingly stared at tom from across the bar. "girl, i don't know. tell him yourself." she answers blandly. "i can't! nothing ever comes out of my mouth when i try to talk to him. he must think i'm some type of weirdo!" you exclaim, annoyed by the beauty of that gorgeous, gorgeous man standing across the crowded room.

and i'm so furious at you for making me feel this way but what can i say? you're gorgeous

"oh my god! i'm so mad!" you randomly shout as you third wheel rachel and josh in rachel's trailer. "what is it now?" josh asks, tired of your antics. "we all know it's tom. it's always tom." rachel answers for you. "i'm so furious that he makes me feel this way, but he's not mine!" you dramatically flop onto the couch.

josh shakes his head hearing this, "then tell him how you feel!" he advises you. "i can't! he's too gorgeous for me!" you reply, fake crying into the pillow. the two roll their eyes at your dramatics. you should take it as a compliment that i'm talking to everyone here but you

it was finally the end of filming, so the director threw a wrap party. you waltzed around the room, talking to nearly every single person. everyone but tom.

"why won't she talk to me? is she mad at me?" tom asks hunter. she gives rachel a knowing grin. "i don't think she's mad at you, but you should ask her yourself." rachel adds, pushing him towards you.

tom decided he had enough of you ignoring him and walked towards you, interrupting your conversation. "hey, can i talk to you?" he asks, you simply nod, too nervous to speak.

and you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in the darkened room

he grabs your hand and leads you to a dark corner of the venue the party was being held. "did i do something wrong?" he asks, a concerned look on his face. "no! not at all!" you exclaim, trying to alleviate his thoughts. "i've just been feeling nervous around you lately."

if you've got a girlfriend, i'm jealous of her but if you're single that's honestly worse 'cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

you weren't sure of tom's relationship status, he never mentioned anything about having a girlfriend and you never mentioned anything about being in a relationship either. not that you even were in one anymore.

a part of you wanted him to be single, but a part of you hoped he wasn’t. it was honestly worse if he was single. it probably meant he wasn't interested then.

ocean blue eyes looking in mine i feel like i might sink and drown and die

you stare into his blue eyes. you never realized how blue they were. they were like oceans. all you wanted to do was swim in them, or even drown in them. they were so gorgeous, just like him. "have your eyes always been so blue?" you ask aloud, staring deeply into his eyes.

you make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah there's nothing i hate more than what i can't have

you loved spending time with tom. he made you happy. but there was always a sad feeling that's fill your heart when you thought about how he wasn't yours.

"are you single, tom?" you break the silence after your precious confession. this question shocks tom for a moment. "yeah, why?" he asks a little confused by your conversation now. "can i kiss you?" you whisper out, inching closer to him.

he doesn't answer and instead slams his lips onto your own. after a few moments of passionate kissing, you pull apart. "you don't know how long i've been waiting to do that." tom whispers, his face still only inches from you. "god, you're so gorgeous" you mutter out.

#tom blyth x you #tom blyth x reader #coriolanus snow #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tom blyth #tom blyth imagine

[sykokittyy]

Hi! Im not sure your taking request but if you are and you do billy Hargrove can you do billy Hargrove x plus!size reader smut? I keep finding really good fics but I feel weird reading being a plus size girl. Thank you

I love this!! I most definitely can do this. Especially me being plus!size myself, I know how it feels trying to fit yourself into the story so I most definitely can do this! I hope you enjoy this anon! 🥰

𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞? —𝐛.𝐡. ❤︎︎

༻₊˚.|❥ pairing: billy hargrove x fem!plus!size!reader

༻₊˚.|❥ summary: reader and billy have been best friends since billy and his step-sister, max, transferred to hawkins, indiana. one night, billy and y/n decided to sneak billy into her room to rant and have a smoke session, when billy admits that he has feelings for y/n. what will happen next? 🤔

༻₊˚.|❥ warnings: smut (18+), (mentions of reader having insecurities), spanking, rough-sex, hair-pulling, marijuana-use, high-sex, (mentions of groping), dirty-talk, p in v, unprotected sex (put on a condom guys, and be safe), doggy style, biting, missionary, creampie, spitting, swallowing, dacryphilia.

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you and billy had been friends since after about three months he moved to hawkins. of course you and him didn’t get off at the right foot in the beginning (considering he was an arrogant little shit when you both first met), but after awhile you both started to look at each others point of views and became very close.

it started when mrs. kelly, the guidance counselor, had asked you to tutor him for his history class. you had originally wanted to say “hell no” and keep it moving, but mrs. kelly, had convinced you to help him. at first when you started tutoring him, he would either not pay attention, or just ask you some questions about yourself (which you would eventually answer).

as time passed by, billy had eventually started paying attention to the work you were helping him with, and you both got close and became the best of friends. when your high school peers found out that you two were close-friends, they went into uproar.

they would give you and him weird stares because you were the “fat girl” that somehow got close to billy in a matter of months. it pissed you and billy off when they would ask if you both were messing around with each other. not because you both thought the other wasn’t attractive, it was because they were trying make it seem like you were desperate, and he was just looking for someone to bury his dick in.

but overtime, you and him both just tuned the rumors out and continued being the best of friends. you couldn’t lie and say that you didn’t find billy attractive, hell, everyone thought he was. you even saw the moms look at him while he was working as the lifeguard at the hawkins community pool. it would be times where he would make flirtatious comments towards you, or when it would be time for you to go to the lifeguard chair and he was there, he would give you sly-smirk with a wink with those beautiful long lashes of his, making you flustered.

but most of the time, you tried not to pay too much mind to it because you thought to yourself “why would he be with someone like me, i’m not as skinny as most girls”. you didn’t think that way because you weren’t confident in yourself, because you were, but it just seemed kind’ve odd that an handsome and attractive boy like billy, would find interest in you. so you tried your best to not get your hopes up.

tonight you and billy decided that he should sneak up to your window tonight and you both were going to have a smoke-session, and talk about things that were going on in each other’s lives. he could even spend the night since your parents weren’t going to be home until 11 am tomorrow from their business trip.

you were tidying up your bedroom when you heard three taps on your window, making you quickly turn just to see billy with that prince charming smile of his and a quick wave. you quickly ran, and bent down a little to push up your window with as much force as you could, which successfully opened. you hurried up and pulled him in.

“hi billy” you said before giving him a comforting hug.

“hey sweet girl, whatchu been up to?”

“I was just cleaning up a little bit before you got here” you chuckled, “you brought the weed right?”

“yep i sure did, i brought the rolling papers also. you’ve got the snacks right?” he mocked before chuckling.

you playfully hit his shoulder. “yes i have them smart-ass, their placed in my closet, beside my bed for when we’re done.”

“thats what she said” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“shut up and roll up the joint, pretty boy” you giggled.

you soon walked over to your boom box, and started playing the song “call me” by blondie. you were swaying your hips to the beat as you listened to the song. as billy was rolling up the joint for the both of you, he couldn’t help but watch you in your element. you looked so beautiful and free that you couldn’t give a care in world to who or what was around you.

“can i have my face back dufus” you smirked.

it was then that he remembered he had to finish rolling up the joint, and stop eye-fucking you. “is that how you talk to me, when i’m the one that’s rolling this shit up?” he joked.

“yeah, yeah. however may i repay you, dear billy” you spoke sarcastically before laying beside billy on your bed where he was sitting. he chuckles, “well i do have one idea in mind”, he he looks at you and slowly licks the joint before giving you a small smirk.

you couldn’t help but feel flustered, but you chose to hide it. “you are such a man-whore billy” you laughed. he just shrugged and continued to focus on rolling up the joint, and you couldn’t help but watch him.

it made you feel so tingly inside to watch him use his tongue and his experienced fingers to roll up the joint. you could only imagine how godly he was in when it came to giving head—hell you even heard stories from around the school about it. you just wished you could be blessed to feel what the females he dealt with felt. you would damn near be willing to do anything to feel those pink lips, and tongue, and those thick calloused fingers roam across your luscious body. you could just cu—

“y/n!”, he snapped his finger together pulling you from your lewd-thoughts.

“hmm? what billy?” you said looking into the beautiful blue irises of him.

“i said that i’m finished rolling, but i forgot my lighter, do you have one?” he chuckled, knowing that you were staring again.

“umm-yeah! it’s in my nightstand, by the bed”, you smiled awkwardly.

as he was heading to your nightstand, you remembered that you had a certain something in the drawer, that you were embarrassed for anyone to know that you had it.

“w-wait billy, wait!” you panicked, but it was already too late. when billy open up the drawer, he was surprised to see that his bestfriend had a small, pink, vibrator placed next the lighter in her nightstand.

“oh y/n, i didn’t know you were into that shit” he looked back towards you to see your face flushed in embarrassment. he then holds the vibrator up to where the both of you could see. “and here i thought you were holier than though”, he smirked before you ran up to him and snatched the toy from his hands, causing him to laugh.

“oh please, don’t act like you don’t fiddle with your whistle from time to time, girl have needs too”, you said hiding it somewhere in your closet.

“really y/n? ‘fiddle with my whistle’? what are we in the second grade?” he chuckles before lighting up the joint and inhales it before releasing. “look sweet-cheeks, i’m not judging you for what you do on your spare-time.” he continues to smoke the joint before looking at you. “but why use a toy when you could get the ‘real thing’?”, he passes you the joint while continuing to look at you through those long eyelashes of his, making you look away.

you slowly began to inhale the joint, and held it in your lungs before you released it through your nose, making you feel the high quickly. “because billy, if you haven’t noticed by now, girls like me don’t really get a lot action in most cases.”

“what do you mean by “girls like you” he gave you a look of confusion.

you hesitated because you really didn’t want to explain something so difficult, but true. “i mean that “plus-size” or what some ignorant people would call “fat bitches”, don’t really have sex with a lot of people, because we’re self conscious. we can’t open up to people and give them our body because they judge our body before we even give it to them.”, you took another hit before passing it back to billy. you watched as his lips wrapped around the joint and he inhaled it while closing his eyes. leaving you to stare at his thick and pretty lashes.

“may i ask why you think that? i would like to know sweetheart.” he insisted though continuing to look at you and give you his full blown attention.

“because i don’t have the body that most girl’s have, okay? i don’t have the the thigh gap, or a petite figure with the sharp jawline and small hands.” you began to list. “instead billy, i have the stomach fat, the stretch-marks, and the “thunder-thighs” that by-the-way, i have to worry about them rubbing together and causing friction.” you ranted but billy continued to listen.

“i can’t tell you how many times that i felt so out of place, and i mean—could you blame me?especially when i would go to the pool, and i would wear that lifeguard bathing suit, and tits and ass would poke out. i would feel so exposed when people would stare at me, but i would mask it with a smile and an illusion of confidence with my head held high.” you smiled.

as billy listened to you, he couldn’t help but wish that you could see what he seen in you, and honestly he didn’t give a fuck about your weight, because he thought you were beautiful inside and out. he hung out with you because you were you, not because of your appearance. he didn’t give a flat fuck about what those immature cowards at your school thought when he began to publicly be friends with you. If you were his best-friend he was going to let that be known publicly because he wasn’t ashamed.

“hey, hey listen pretty-doll,” he places his hand on your thigh, making you look directly at him. “fuck what people think about you, okay? because let’s be damn honest, it doesn’t fucking matter in the real world.” He looked you directly in your eyes. “cause’ being “skinny” or “petite” isn’t going to stop people from always having a snobby ass opinion, okay? you could be the prettiest girl in the world, and there would be somebody trying pick at a small flaw that doesn’t fucking matter, an you wanna know why? because their fucking miserable and envious.”

as you listened to him, you couldn’t help but find him even more attractive. he genuinely cares about about you enough to let you know that you don’t have to be skinny or petite to fit in because you are fine just the way you are. these feelings you have for billy right now aren’t simmering down, their only growing to a different level.

“look all i’m saying is that you shouldn’t change yourself just because someone else doesn’t prefer you—and i mean i don’t see a damn thing wrong with your body. i love it all.” he said making a smile grow on your face. “really, billy?” you questioned.

“fuck yeah!” he insisted making you giggle a little. “i like your thick thighs, i love your thick curvy figure—and jesus christ don’t get me started on that big, luscious, plump ass of yours” he rolled his eyes to the back of his head as if he was reimagining it, as if you weren’t right there, making you blush.

“but y’wanna know what’s really admirable?” you nodded as you felt the high kick in from the joint, making your eyes lower a little. “that beautiful chubby face of yours, it looks so cute, especially when you smile.” you smile. “see, that’s what i’m talking about,” he reaches forward to lift your chin gently, “that cute smile that i look forward to seeing.”

you didn’t know if it was because of the weed that you were now starting to feel the after-effects of, but you could feel a hot pit of warmth in your lower belly. you could feel the sexual tension throughout the room, and you couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated as the lewd thoughts came running back through your mind.

you shimmied away from his touch, “oh billy, i think you’re just high—“ and you were shocked by his response, he had interrupted you by swiftly leaning forward and placing his lips upon yours. you of course kissed him back as your insides felt like they heating up with joy and excitement. his breath tasted of marijuana and the mint gum that had been long disposed earlier. you both kept a slow pace as slid his big masculine hand amongst your thighs as the other were hold your left cheek. he lowly groaned in the kiss before he pulled away softly and looked into your eyes.

“i’ve been wanting to do that for a while now” he grumbled before biting his bottom lip, making it turn cherry red.

“i can tell, you damn near sucked my face off.” you gave a soft giggles

“I can also kiss…other places doll.” his eyes trailed downwards towards your cunt before looking back up at you.

you couldn’t help but shudder at his his words. you looked at his eyes and they look like they were piercing through you. you noticed that they had became dark of lust. the look in his eyes were so intense you hurriedly looked away.

“uh uh, look at me pretty-doll” he said softly but with a hint of self-dominance. these nicknames weren’t helping with the sexual tension. but you obliged his command.

“no need to be nervous y/n, you can look at me doll, i don’t bite,” your eyes trailed to his pink lips as his face got closer to yours “well unless you want me too”. his face was so close you could feel his breath fanning over your face.

“billy? are you sure you wanna do this?” you questioned before he softly giggled.

“i should be asking you that sweet-cheeks, you look so flustered and hot, and i’ve barely even touched you” he smirked.

he began to press soft kisses on your cheek and jawline, nipping at it before leaning his lips close to your ear. “go ahead and strip for me princess, i want to see you. all of you” he said before leaning back and giving you a smug smirk with his low lustful eyes.

you looked at him to see if there were any hint of playfulness, and he raised an eyebrow he huffed a short breath to let you know that he was waiting patiently oblige to do his soft but dominant command. you slowly stood off of your bed from where he sat and watched your every move. you began to timidly bring your hands down to the hem of your shirt and pulled the shirt over your head, revealing your breasts hugged by your bra.

you could hear billy’s breath hitch in his throat a little as you proceeded to slowly unbutton your denim shorts. “good girl, keep going pretty-doll.” he praised. you pulled down your shorts and shook them of off your ankles as they lightly flew across the room. you could hell be feel exposed, so you quickly try to hide yourself with both of your arms.

he slowly got of the bed and walked towards you. “hey y/n, what did i say? i want to see all of you. not just a specific portion baby girl.” you looked at him with your doe-eyes, “but what about my stretch marks billy?” he swiftly wrapped his hands around you waist and looked down towards you in the eyes. “y/n i’m a grown ass man, i could give a shit about stretch marks. i know what i’m getting myself into.” he assured.

you didn’t do anything but nod your head. he leaned his head down and roughly pressed his lips back onto yours, making him groan the kiss. you were so into the kiss that you didn’t even notice that he was moving both of your bodies back towards your bed, until you felt your body fall back onto the mattress as he continued to kiss you. he hands were roaming all over your body, leaving you only being in your undergarments. billy starts to move his lips towards your neck and nips a spot on your neck making you let out a small moan as groaned in approval.

he lifts his head up and brings his hands towards the straps of your bra, and slides them down, while you reach behind you to detach it. as soon as you detached it, he eagerly snatched the bra off your arms and threw it behind him. “won’t be needing that.” he said before peppering kisses all over your breasts. he leaned back up and quickly began to undress himself undress from his shirt while you help him unbutton his trousers, and pulled them down to his ankles. “thank you baby” he gave you a smile. “you’re welcome daddy.” he was astounded at those words that left your precious lips.

“god y/n, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he grumbled. he proceed to kiss your breasts as he stuck out his tongue on one of your nipples before sucking on it while he squeezed the other. you couldn’t help but moan at the sensation. “please, please billy, don’t stop.” you pleaded. he let go of your nipple with a wet “pop” while into your eyes. “don’t worry i don’t plan to.” he smirked.

you and billy continued kissing as he slid his hands down your body until it reached your lower belly, teasing you before reaching where you wanted him the most. he then proceeded to palm your cunt, making you squirm a little before bucking your hips. he smirk, “you’re suck a needy little slut, aren’t you? don’t worry, i’mma fuck your lights out soon doll. real soon.” he takes his thumb and begins to rub circles on your bundle of nerves.

he feels you getting wetter by the second, and your whimpers and light moans were making him wanna go feral. when you didn’t expect it, he began to put a finger at you causing you to gasp at the sudden action. “ah, shit” you moaned softly as he continued to work his finger into you. “god y/n, you’re so tight” he adds another finger and you begin to moan even louder, feeling him speed up his pace.

“yes, yes, yes billy, fuck you’re making me feel soo good baby, fuck” you threw your head back against your pillows.

he took his fingers out of your pussy, making you whimper at the loss of the pleasurable sensation, and brung his fingers to his lips and put them inside to taste you. “mhmm,” he moaned lowly. “you taste even better than i imagined.” your stomach fluttered.

“but as much as i want to taste more of you, i have to fuck you right here, right now sweet-cheeks.” he quickly got on top of you and kissed you roughly on your plump lips. he reached down and stroked his dick as it leaked of pre-cum. he spreads your legs even wider and places his dick at your entrance, making you shudder. “you ready baby girl?” you nodded almost immediately.

he placed both of his hands on your hips and slowly pushed himself in, inch by inch. you felt the delicious sting of him stretching your tight walls open to the hilt, before he bottomed out. you moans as he gave you slow strokes to adjust you around his cock. when you gave him the green light to speed up his pace, oh baby, did you know that this was going to be the ride of your life.

his pace began to speed up as he grunted and moaned your name. “fuck y/n. you’re so warm and tight. it’s like this pussy loves me pounding into it, shit!” he grunted. you couldn’t do anything but moan in response. no one had ever or could ever fuck you like this. as if he couldn’t fuck you anymore dumb, mid-stroke, he placed both of he hands behind your knees and pushed them to your chest, making him reach that sweet spot to fuck you at a deeper angle. “b-billy, you’re fucking me so good baby” your moaned. “there’s more where that came from doll, open your mouth for me” he smirked.

you obliged and he puckered his lips and spat into you mouth,“swallow, slut.” you listened, “good fucking girl” he continued to pound into you ferociously making you moan even louder. you felt like you were on the verge of cumming and he knew that too, because were clenching down onto him. just when you were about to come he quickly pulled out and flipped you over. he gripped your hips and raised them to his, making your upper body press against the mattress. he slid right back into you, and continued with his rough and quick strokes.

“are you close baby? let daddy know.” you only moaned making him bring down a rough slap to your ass cheek. “speak up, y/n. i need to understand you baby.” he gave you another smack making you jolt forward and gripped your hair into a makeshift ponytail and make you look into his eyes while fucking you. “yes—fuck billy, yes.” you moaned.

“i am too baby, just hold on a little bit longer. we’re gonna cum together” he whispers into your ear. “mhm” you moaned feeling you eyes get heavy from the weed and the overbearing sensation of his dick repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. “i can’t hold it anymore billy”, you whimpered as a few tears fell down your face of feeling like you were finna explode. he continues pounding into you while still pulling your hair that makes you bend back and look him. he leans his face down, stick out his pink tongue, and licks the salty tears that had fell from your eyes, and groaned in pleasure. he moves over to your ear as you continued to take his pounding. “cum.” he said groaned, and you immediately let go making you roll your eyes to the back of your head and let out the loudest moans. a few more strokes later, billy let out a lewd moan and stilled his hips, and came into you.

as you both were coming down from your highs. billy released your hair, and trained kisses all over your back and caressed your hips. he slid out of you, and you whimpered while his cum slipped out of you. he helped you turn back over on your back, and you lay there as he grabbed his boxer’s and went to your bathroom to go clean himself up. you heard the sink running and didn’t pay to much mind to it.

you went to your drawer and grabbed you a big, oversized t-shirt and put it on, before laying back in bed on your back. he came back in your room and stood in front of your legs before spreading them apart. you looked at him in confusion before he placed the warm, damp, cloth on your cunt and help clean you up. when he finished he placed in your dirty hamper by your closet and got right back in bed with you.

“well, i didn’t know that you could handle me like that, billy hargrove” he chuckles lightly before looking in your eyes with his lowered ones.

“oh that wasn’t a problem at all doll,” you smiled as he wrapped his arm around you.

“the question is, can you handle me?”

The End.

a/n: whew guys! this shit took days for me to do, but it was most definitely worth it ☺️. make sure your guys like, comment, and reblog for more content. i love you guys soo much, and i hope you enjoyed this ! bye <3

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[xtra7s]

𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥

pairing: Billie Eilish x fem!reader

Synopsis: Billie had a bad day at an event and decided to let off some steam on Y/N.

Content: dom!billie, sub!r, strap-on, bil referred to the strap as her dick, fingering, aggressive sex, AFTERCAREEEE<3333

Word Count: 2.2k

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Billie walked into her house and slammed the door, throwing her keys on the side table and rushing her shoes off.

She stood there for a moment, letting the weight of the day sink in, her mind still replaying the endless stream of demands from her boss. The stress had become suffocating lately, squeezing the joy out of every waking moment. With a sigh, she made her way to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of red wine. As the velvety liquid embraced her taste buds, a sense of calm washed over her.

Lost in her thoughts, Billie's gaze wandered outside, where the sun cast its final rays upon the world. A glimmer of nostalgia flickered within her as she remembered her childhood days spent chasing fireflies beneath these very trees. Their gentle glow had always been a source of comfort, a reminder that magic existed even in the darkest nights.

Driven by a sudden impulse, Billie set down her glass and stepped out onto her porch. The air was still and carried a fragrance of wildflowers that danced with the evening breeze.

Y/N walks out behind Billie, wrapping her arms around Billie, and places her head on her neck. "rough day?" Y/N murmured, holding Billie while keeping her eyes on the scenery in front of her.

Billie leaned into Y/N's embrace, finding solace in the warmth of their touch. She sighed, her tension slowly melting away in the safety of their arms. With her eyes still fixed on the horizon, she nodded softly.

"Yeah," Billie whispered, her voice tinged with weariness. "Just one of those days where everything feels like it's closing in on me."

Y/N pressed a gentle kiss to the nape of Billie's neck, their lips brushing against the soft curve of skin. "I'm here for you," they murmured, their words carrying a soothing reassurance that washed over Billie like a balm.

A soft smile played on Billie's lips as she turned to face Y/N. Their eyes met, and in that shared gaze, she found an unspoken understanding that bespoke a love deeper than any words could convey. With a surge of gratitude, she wrapped her arms around Y/N, holding them tightly.

Billie grabbed Y/N's waist softly, kissing her gently. Billie grabs Y/N's hand and leads her inside to their bedroom, sitting down on the bed and pulling Y/N onto her lap.

Y/N straddled Billie's lap, their bodies melding together in an intimate embrace. Their kisses grew deeper, fueled by a hunger born from the desire to escape the weight of the world outside those four walls. In this sacred space, they could surrender to the love that bound them, seeking solace in each other's arms.

As their clothes fell away, piece by piece, the room filled with their shared gasps and sighs. Skin met skin, igniting a fire that burned away the remnants of stress and exhaustion. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of passion and tenderness. With every touch, they whispered promises of love and devotion, building a sanctuary of pleasure where they could both find refuge.

Time became irrelevant as they lost themselves in this sacred union. They explored every inch of each other's bodies, mapping out the secret places that held untold pleasure. Soft moans mingled with gentle laughter as they reveled in the joy of their connection.

Billie held Y/N as she brought a hand down to Y/N's pussy, teasing her while kissing and sucking on Y/N's neck. Her fingers glided over the soft skin, barely touching the wet folds of her desire. Y/N let out a soft moan as Billie's other hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer. The heat from Y/N's body seemed to radiate through her hand, fueling the passion that was building between them.

Y/N gripped her hand tighter, their eyes locked in an intense stare as the tension between them reached a fever pitch.

Billie's movements became more insistent as she continued to tease Y/N, her fingers lightly grazing her clit before pulling away just as she was about to find relief. Y/N let out a cry, her hips bucking against Billie's hand.

As Billie continued to tease Y/N, their breathing became ragged and their bodies began to tremble with anticipation. With a sudden shift, Billie flipped Y/N onto her back, hovering over her with a wicked smile playing on her lips.

Y/N's heart raced as she looked up at the beautiful woman above her, filled with a mixture of desire and surrender. Billie leaned down, capturing Y/N's lips in a heated kiss as her hands roamed over every inch of Y/N's body.

Her fingers danced along Y/N's skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She kissed down Y/N's neck, sucking and biting on the soft skin as she made her way to her chest. She took one perky nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before giving it a gentle bite.

Y/N moaned in pleasure, arching her back and pushing herself closer to Billie. Her hands tangled in Billie's hair as she guided her mouth to the other breast, wanting to feel that same sensation again.

Billie obliged, giving equal attention to each nipple until they were both swollen and sensitive. But she wasn't satisfied yet. Her hand trailed lower down Y/N's body until it reached the apex of her thighs.

She could feel how wet and ready Y/N was for her, and it only fueled her own desire. With a teasing touch, she slid one finger between Y/N's folds, earning a gasp from the woman beneath her.

But just as quickly as she had started, Billie pulled away with a playful smirk on her face. "Not yet," she whispered huskily before leaning back down to capture Y/N's lips once more.

Y/N whimpered in frustration but also felt herself becoming even more turned on by Billie's teasing game. She couldn't wait any longer – she needed release.

Billie slipped a finger into Y/N, her thumb expertly finding Y/N's clit and rubbing small circles that made Y/N's back arch at the contact. She left more marks littered on Y/N's neck, marking her territory as she continued to pleasure the woman beneath her.

Y/N moaned out in pleasure, her hands gripping onto Billie's back as she urged her to continue. Billie gladly obliged, increasing the speed of her movements and adding another finger inside of Y/N.

The sounds of their bodies moving together filled the room along with their heavy breathing. The tension between them was thick and palpable, each touch and kiss sending shockwaves through their bodies.

As Billie continued to create a rhythm inside of Y/N, she could feel herself getting closer to the edge as well. But she held back, wanting to give Y/N all the pleasure first.

Y/N's moans became louder and more desperate, each one fueling Billie's desire even further. She added a third finger, making sure to hit all the right spots inside of Y/N.

And finally, with one final thrust of her fingers and a flick of her thumb, Y/N came undone beneath Billie. Her body shook with pleasure as she cried out Billie's name over and over again.

But instead of stopping there, Billie kept going – prolonging Y/N's orgasm as long as possible until she couldn't take it anymore. Then with one last kiss, she pulled away from Y/N not yet satisfied with how ruined Y/N is.

With a demanding but soft voice, Billie told Y/N to stay. Y/N couldn't help but obey, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm that Billie had just given her.

Billie walked over to her dresser and pulled out her strap-on. She attached it to her waist and walked back over to Y/N slowly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

She could see the desire and need in Y/N's eyes, and she wanted nothing more than to fulfill every single one of those desires.

Billie climbed onto the bed, hovering over Y/N as she ran the tip of the strap on along Y/N's inner thighs. She could feel how slick and wet Y/N was already, making her own arousal grow even more.

Y/N whimpered at the teasing touch, wanting nothing more than for Billie to just take her already. But she knew that Billie loved to tease, and she loved it just as much.

Finally, Billie couldn't hold back any longer. She grabbed Y/N's legs roughly, pulling Y/N's body closer to hers as she positioned herself between her legs.

Without warning, she drove the strap-on into Y/N's pussy with a force that made both of them gasp out in pleasure.

The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room along with their moans of pleasure. Each thrust brings them closer to their own release.

"Your pussy is taking my dick so fucking good mama" The words came out as a desperate gasp, tinged with a hint of primal pleasure. Billie's lips were hot against the soft skin of Y/N's thighs, biting down roughly as she lost herself in the intense sensation of their bodies moving together.

Every thrust was met with equal force, their passion building to a fever pitch as they surrendered to their desires. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, intensifying the raw intensity of their connection. In this moment, nothing else mattered but the overwhelming pleasure that consumed them both.

Billie could feel herself getting lost in the sensations and in the way that Y/N's body responded to hers. She gripped Y/N's hips tightly as she increased her pace, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever.

But soon enough, they both reached their climax – crying out each other's names as they rode out wave after wave of pleasure together.

Gasping for air, their bodies slick with sweat, they collapsed onto the bed in a tangled mess. Billie's heart raced as she turned towards Y/N, pressing kisses along her neck and jaw, savoring the taste of her skin. With a satisfied sigh, Billie removed the strap from her harness and placed it on the bedside table, making a mental note to clean it later. "You did amazing, baby," she murmured against Y/N's lips, showering them with soft kisses.

As she stood up to grab a towel, Billie couldn't help but admire Y/N's flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. She grabbed a towel and began to wipe down both of their bodies, taking care not to miss a single spot. After slipping into a pair of underwear and an oversized t-shirt, Billie gently lifted Y/N's legs and pressed kisses to her ankles before sliding a pair of underwear onto her limbs with tenderness and care.

After cleaning up and dressing Y/N in comfortable panties, Billie couldn't help but admire how beautiful Y/N looked, even in the dimly lit room. She gently brushed a lock of hair out of Y/N's face before leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Lean up for me please, mama," she mumbled under her breath as she helped Y/N sit up against the headboard. She slipped a shirt over Y/N's head, smiling at how cute she looked in Billie's clothing.

"There you go," Billie said with a satisfied smile as she handed Y/N her glass of water. "Drink up, mama. And go piss please."

Y/N nodded gratefully and took a sip of the water before setting it back on the bedside table. Billie then proceeded to turn off all the lights in the house, making sure everything was secure before returning to bed.

With a soft smile on her lips, Y/N stands up from the bed and walks to the bathroom. As she reaches the door, Billie returns from the kitchen, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Go piss girl," she spoke loudly, causing Y/N to stifle a giggle before entering the bathroom.

Y/N lets out a content sigh as she relieves herself, enjoying the quiet solitude of the small room. She can hear Billie's voice outside of the bathroom, Y/N notices that she's sitting against the doorframe waiting for Y/N. As they continue their conversation, the sound of running water providing a peaceful background noise.

After washing her hands and messing with her hair, Y/N walks out of the bathroom to see Billie waiting for her with a warm smile. The soft glow of light from the living room casts shadows on her face, making her look almost ethereal.

Y/N smiled and scrunched her nose up at Billie, flopping back into bed and pulling the blankets up to her face as she looked at Billie.

She crawled under the covers and pulled Y/N into her arms, letting out a content sigh as she nuzzled her nose against Y/N's neck. "You know I love you right?" She whispered into Y/N's ear.

Y/N turned around to face her with a sleepy smile. "I love you too, Billie," they replied before snuggling closer into Billie's embrace.

The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms, their bodies intertwined as they drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Despite all the chaos and stress that came with being musicians, this was their safe haven – where nothing else mattered except for their love for each other.

#billie eilish #billie eilish x reader #swarm #wlw #lesbian #lgbtq

[daddynattt]

Tastes So Good

Request: milf mommy wanda x innocent babysitter virgin reader. smut please tysm. (sorry I accidentally deleted)

Summary: When you babysit Wanda’s twins and see her breastfeeding, the thought of trying it for yourself doesn't leave your mind

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Top Milf Wanda, Innocence, Loss of Virginity, Mommy Kink, Unspecified Age Gap, Fingering, Oral, Lactation/Milk Drinking, Pet Names, Praise. 18+ only

Word Count: 2.9k

You knock on Wanda’s front door as you wait for her to answer. You have been Wanda’s babysitter for six months now, taking care of her twin boys while she works during the day. She takes care of the boys alone most of the time as her and her ex-husband Vision are divorced. The first time you met Wanda at her home, she answered the door wearing only her robe, apologizing as she was running late and didn’t have the chance to put on any clothes beforehand. The sight of her bare legs and the v-line of her chest made you feel these tingly feelings you didn’t know the meaning of.

“Good morning sweetheart, come on in” heat rises to your cheeks as you feel her hand on the small of your back pushing you further into the house as you enter.

“Good morning Ms. Maximoff” you mumble out as you look anywhere but at her. You don’t know what these feelings are when you are around her. She always looks at you with this look in her eyes that you can never figure out what it means.

“Angel, what did I tell you about calling me that? Please, Wanda is fine.” she said chuckling, walking towards the boys that are in their playpen in the living room.

“I’m sorry Y/n but I didn’t have a chance to pump their milk so I need to breastfeed them quickly before I leave, is that alright with you? I will be home early today before they need to be fed again, I will only be gone for three or four hours” you look at her as your eyes slightly widen, slowly nodding your head.

“Y-yes um, yes that’s fine. Do you need me to step outside?” she smiles at you as she lets out one of her breasts, the sight of her nipple and the milk coming out of it making your mouth water.

“Nonsense sweet girl, I can only feed one of them at a time so I need your help with the other.” Your cheeks flush as you watch Tommy sucking on Wanda’s nipple, the sight hard to look away from. You hear her intake of breath, a light groan coming out of her mouth as Tommy drinks her milk.

“You alright Y/n?” you try to steady your beating heart as you go to pick up Billy and hold him in your arms as Wanda finishes feeding Tommy.

“Yes M- Wanda, um, is it okay if I grab a drink from the kitchen?” you need to get out of there for a second before you pass out. A smirk makes it’s way onto Wanda’s face as she watches you. You’re such a shy, innocent thing that makes her curious.

“Of course honey, make yourself at home” you walk with Billy into the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water. You hope you can get through the day quickly.

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Two weeks have passed since that morning and you hate to admit that the sight of her breasts have been on your mind ever since. You don’t know why you can’t get it out of your head. To make things worse, you imagine what it would be like to suck her nipple into your mouth and taste her milk. As you’re putting the twins to sleep, you hear footsteps down the hall as Wanda appears at the doorway.

“Hi sweetheart, i’m home. Sorry i’m later then usual. How were they?” you smile at her as you walk out of the room and into the kitchen, following behind her.

“They were great as always Ms. Maximoff, well behaved as usual” she lets out a hum as she pours herself a glass of wine, turning and facing towards you.

“Do you drink Y/n? You’re allowed to drink right?”

“Yes Ms. Maximoff, but no i’ve never drank before” she chuckles as she pours you a glass.

“Call me Wanda sweetheart, Ms. Maximoff makes me feel so old” you look at her as you blush. She definitely does not look old.

“Come sit on the couch with me as we have this drink”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother, I should be heading home now” she smiles at you as she takes a seat on the couch, patting the spot beside her.

“C’mere honey, I promise you it’s okay” you did as you were told, following her into the living room and sitting beside her, your legs brushing together as you sit close to one another. You hesitantly take a sip as she hands you your glass, grimacing at the taste. She chuckles as she looks at you, taking a sip from her own wine.

“You are such a cute little thing. Tell me, do you have a boyfriend?” you take another sip as you shake your head.

“No I don’t. I’ve only ever had one boyfriend, but then I realized i’m not into boys. It didn’t last very long.” the words feel silly coming out of your mouth as she looks at you.

“Oh? Do you have a girlfriend then sweetheart?” you blush as you find it hard to maintain eye contact with her from these questions. You take another sip of your wine, your head already starting to feel fuzzy.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend before” you bite your lip as you feel embarrassed. She turns on the couch as she faces you, placing her hand on your thigh as she rubs small circles with her thumb.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed little one, I guess that means you’ve never had sex before hmm?” you blush deeply as you look at her with wide eyes.

“I-I-i’ve never- um, n-no I haven’t” you feel her hand move towards your inner thigh, her teeth caught between her bottom lip as she looks down at you.

“God you’re such a pretty little thing. Can I be honest with you sweetheart? I think about you every night when i’m alone in my bed after you leave” you look at her confused, her hand running along the inner part of your thigh, moving up slowly.

“W-what do you mean?” she finishes the rest of her wine in one sip, placing her glass on the table.

“I mean that when i’m in my bed at night before I go to sleep, I spread my legs and slide my hand down my underwear and touch myself as I think of you” you gasp as you look at her, the thought making you squirm in your seat.

“Don’t be shy baby, have you ever done that before?”

“N-no i’ve never done that before” she strokes your cheek with her other hand, looking down at your lips as she continues to run her hands along your inner thigh.

“Of course you haven’t, you’re such a pretty little thing waiting for Mommy to please you, isn’t that right baby?” you look up at her, eyes wide and cheeks flushed.

“W-Wanda, I don’t think this is right? Maybe I should go home now” truthfully, you didn’t want to go home, you want Wanda to show you and teach you what it feels like, to show you how to properly touch yourself down there like she says. She smiles and runs her thumb along your bottom lip.

“You can say no sweetheart, Mommy won’t be upset” you take her thumb into your mouth and slowly suck on it. You hear a tiny gasp come out of her, an innocent look on your face as you look up with doe eyes. You don’t know why you did that, it just happened.

“Fuck baby, you’re such a good girl aren’t you? Do you want Mommy to teach you how to make yourself feel good?” you let her thumb go with a pop, nodding your head yes.

“Mhm, need your help mommy, feels icky” you grind your hips into her hand that is still on your thigh, needing the painful ache you feel down there to desperately go away.

“Aww Princess I know, I bet you feel all sticky down there huh? Don’t worry, Mommy is going to help you okay? Lay down on your back for me” you lay back on the couch, looking up at her.

“Mommy please, feels so icky down there” she spreads your legs and gets in between them.

“Shhh, be patient and Mommy will take care of you baby. You’re going to be a good girl for me right? Mommy wants to kiss you first” she kisses you and you whimper against her mouth at the feeling of her lips on yours. Her hand makes it’s way under your shirt, the feel of her cold hand against your skin making you gasp, allowing Wanda to slip her tongue inside your mouth.

Once you feel the need to breathe again, you pull back, whimpering into the quiet air.

“M-Mommy…”

“What is it baby? Be a good girl and tell me” your cheeks flush as your breathing picks up.

“Wanna taste” you look at her breasts so she can understand what you’re asking for.

“You want to taste what? I want to hear it come out of your pretty little mouth”

“Wanna taste your milk Mommy, please? I’ve been a good girl” Wanda let’s out a groan at your words, pulling back so she can pull her top off her body.

“Yeah? Wanna suck Mommy’s nipple and drink her milk? Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me Angel” she rids herself from her bra as well, straddling you as she places her breast near your mouth, your lips instantly attaching to her nipple. You instantly let out a moan at the taste of her warm milk on your tongue.

“Fuck baby, just like that, keep drinking Mommy’s milk. Such a good girl for me” you mewl at the praise, looking up at her with hooded eyes as you lap up her yummy treat.

“Tastes good Mommy” You feel her pull off your shorts and underwear, throwing them somewhere on the floor.

“Wow sweetheart, you’re so wet.. you’re absolutely dripping; I didn’t know it was going to be this bad. You must be feeling so icky huh? Don’t worry, Mommy is going to show you how good it feels to touch yourself down here.” You buck your hips at the sudden feeling, her fingers gathering your juices as she touches you. You let out a breathless moan as you feel her rubbing your sensitive bud.

“M-Mommy… feels so good” you remove your mouth from her breast, your head falling back against the couch as she touches you. You feel her finger at your entrance, and you look at her as you bite your lip nervously.

“Is it going to hurt?” she gives you a smile as she slowly enters her finger inside you, making you gasp.

“It may hurt or feel uncomfortable at first baby, but I promise it’s going to feel so so good.” She moves in a little deeper, your walls gripping her finger in a vice-like grip. You whimper at the pain, squirming in place.

“It hurts Mommy” she moves her finger in and out slowly as she lets you adjust, the feeling slowly starting to turn into pleasure the longer it’s inside you.

“Breathe darling, it’s going to start feeling good any second now” she picks up her pace, her finger sliding in and out of you, your walls accepting the intrusion, the pleasure overpowering the entirety of your body.

“F-feels so good, don’t stop Mommy” you feel her add another finger, the stretch making you whimper as you close your eyes. She slides her fingers in and out of you faster as your juices coat her fingers and down her hand.

“That’s it’s sweetheart, you’re doing so good for me. Looking so pretty under Mommy baby, thank you for letting me see you like this” your moans and whimpers are heard in the air, your stomach tightening at the amazing feeling begging to be released.

“Let go Mommy, I think ‘m gonna pee” you're embarrassed as you try to pull away. She twists her fingers inside you, hitting a new spot as she moves her fingers deeper and faster, making your body jolt up as you feel your legs starting to shake.

“Shh baby, just relax and let go. You’re not gonna pee you’re gonna cum and have your first orgasm. It’s okay, let it out and cum on Mommy’s fingers”

“Oh my God, Mommy!” you cried out, your back arching as you cum around her fingers, the pleasure taking over your entire body as you see stars behind your eyelids. You feel like your floating as you lay there, panting and trying to catch your breath. She removes her fingers and instantly wraps her mouth around them and you whimper at the sight of her tasting you.

“Fuck, you taste so good baby, so so sweet, just wanna eat your pussy all night and never stop” you blush at her words, looking at her through hooded eyes.

“That’s dirty Mommy.. why would you want to put your mouth there?” you’re shy as you ask her, not understanding why anyone would want to do something like that.

“No sweetheart, that’s totally normal and how you show someone you really like and care about them, to please them just like how I did to you. Plus, it tastes so so good, like candy” she smiles at you sweetly. You perk up as you look at her.

“Can I do it to you then Mommy? I wanna try! I love candy” you tell her shyly. She bites her lip as she looks down at you, taking her turn in removing her pants and underwear, laying down against the couch across from you.

“Oh fuck, of course you can Princess, you are such a perfect pretty baby for your Mommy. C’mere and taste me down there, I promise it’s going to taste so sweet” you move from your position and get down on your knees in front of her, the sight of her bare core making you blush.

“H-how do I do it Mommy? Do I just lick you there?” she smiles at you and deposits a soft kiss to your lips, gripping your jaw and looking into your eyes.

“Yes baby, lay down on your tummy and use your tongue, Mommy will guide you okay? It’s been so long since anyone has touched me here, I won’t last very long.” You blush as you lay between her legs, her smell instantly hitting your nose.

You hesitantly give it a soft lick, her sharp intake of breath making you look at her.

“Like that Mommy?” she runs her hands through your hair, holding your head in place as she looks down at you through hooded eyes.

“Yes, keep going sweetheart, you’re already making Mommy feel so good” you continue to lick her, her juices instantly coating your tongue, the taste making you moan against her.

“Just like that, such a good girl for me, oh you’re so good with your tongue baby” her taste is addicting as you keep licking her folds, not wanting to stop till you get it all. Your tongue moves up to her swollen bud, her body jerking as your tongue comes in contact with it.

“Oh! Take it into your mouth and suck my clit baby” you do as your told and suck her clit into your mouth, feeling her grind herself on your face, her juices coating your chin and making a mess.

“Yes yes yes, Mommy is close baby, I’m gonna cum and give you more of my special treat in that pretty little mouth of yours, put your tongue inside Mommy like she did with her fingers.” She husked, spreading her legs wider as she pushes your head deeper into her, keeping you in place. The thought of more going into your mouth excites you, so you do as your told, pushing your tongue inside her hole like she did to you with her fingers previously.

“Fuck! Here it comes baby, swallow it all for Mommy” she moans loudly as her orgasm washes over her, letting go into your mouth, tasting her sweetness as it goes down your throat as you swallow it all. Her hands run through your hair as your tongue keeps licking her, wanting to get every last drop of it. You’ve never tasted something so good. She was right, it tastes sweet like candy and you can’t get enough. You want it everyday from here on out. Her chest heaves as she looks down at you, smiling at the mess on your face. She pulls you up, kissing you eagerly and moaning into your mouth at the taste of herself on your tongue. Her tongue dances with yours and you whimper when you feel it travel all around the inside of your mouth. She pulls back and cleans up your chin, tasting more of herself.

“Good job baby, you were such a good girl for Mommy. You and I are going to have a lot of fun from now on.” you blush as you think about it, and she smiles kissing your cheek. She wraps her arms around you, holding you against her.

“Did you like how Mommy tasted?” she asked as she stroked your bare thighs. You blush as you nod, relaxing your body against hers.

“Yes Mommy, tasted sweet like candy just like you said, thank you”

“Oh sweetheart, you are such a sweet little thing. I am not done with you yet. Mommy wants to make you cum again. Lay back down for me baby, Mommy is going to make you feel good with her tongue now”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda x reader

[breakthechainx]

𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚘𝚗 & 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 // 𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕥. 𝟚

Summary: Moving to Hawkins wasn’t your ideal plan for your senior year of high school, but upon arrival you make some new friends and a relationship you believe may work out, or so you think. Through all of this, you slowly begin to meet the “town freak”, Eddie Munson, and try your best to build a relationship with him, but some obstacles may hold you back. Will true love prevail? (alternate reality)

Warnings: 18+ abusive partner, swearing, sexual mentions, family abuse, interaction between y/n and billy, angst

part 1

Hawkins, 1985;

Three months had slowly gone by after your arrival to Hawkins High, slowly allowing you to blend in with the other students, make new friends and of course… get a boyfriend. Now you might be thinking, “who could you have possibly met within those short few months and fallen in love with?” and to both your surprise and mine, it’s none other than Billy Hargrove. That first interaction at the party Nancy invited you to a while back led one thing to another, and here you are, in a relationship with the most notable guy at Hawkins. 

The first few weeks of your relationship went great, with him always taking you out and inviting you over to his house, or you sneaking him over when your father was out working the night shift. You met his stepsister, Max, who you seemed to get along with, despite Billy’s dispute and bitterness towards her. 

While with him, he allowed you to explore yourself and take risks, pulling you out of your comfort zone slowly but surely. He introduced you to his friends, allowing you to meet a new batch of students at school. And of course… the sex was a major part of your relationship. Every interaction you two had resorted to sex, but you didn’t mind. You’re young, you’re supposed to take risks and make life exciting, and it was exciting; for the time being at least. 

But after being with Billy for a few short months, you got to see the real, authentic side of him; a side you didn’t like. You knew he had a short temper, but you never knew it could be set off like the flip of a switch. He was irritable most days, snarky when he spoke, and took absolutely no back talk. And when you did have something to say, it would usually result in a hand-print size red mark on the side of your cheek, and an occasional bruise or two. 

Nancy tried to warn you about him, stating how he was known for his outburst and chaotic behavior, but you pushed it aside. You liked him, and deep down you thought he liked you. But when the outburst got worse and more frequent, you started to think maybe Nancy was right. 

You got better at covering up the scratches and bruises with makeup, even though you had prior experience at that from your father. You became a convincing liar, whether it be about why you were late for class or missed lunch with Nancy and Robin. Baggy clothing became your newest best friend and keeping your head down was key to your everyday routine. 

As you made your way into the lunchroom, arriving on time for once, you found yourself trudging over to sit beside Robin, right in the middle of whatever conversation her and Nancy were having. They both halted the discussion they were having, looking right at you as you dug into your lunch, oblivious that their eyes were on you. When Robin cleared her throat, you looked up, exchanging glances at both of them with furrowed brows. 

“Where have you been all week?’ Nancy blurted out, breaking the awkward silence. 

“I’ve just been really busy with school work…” You said in between bites of your mediocre lunch, eyes diverted from hers. 

“Mhm,” Nancy mumbled, an eyebrow raised. Robin looked over at you, studying you a bit, which made you tense up. She hasn’t noticed the bruise on your cheek, has she? You covered it so well this morning, you thought. 

“What are you doing tonight? I think me, Steve and Nance are gonna go see that new Nightmare on Elm Street 2 movie, you wanna come?” Robin insisted, a smile forming on her lips. 

You hesitated at first, remembering Billy would most likely require you to come over like usual. “I can’t, I’m busy tonight.” You stated, watching as the smile faded from Robin's lips. Nancy’s eyes were still locked on you, knowing you were full of it.

”Maybe next week?” you vowed, hoping they would be satisfied with the response. 

Honestly, you were too tired to argue, but luckily Robin spoke first. “Yeah, totally. Steve will probably demolish the popcorn by the time the trailers are over anyways. Next time.” She smiled, going back to her lunch.

With an unnoticeable sigh of relief, you finished the remainder of your lunch and pushed yourself up from the table, “Well, I have some work to catch up on before the weekend, book report isn’t gonna complete itself, is it?” You said, mustering up a fake laugh. 

You said your goodbyes, waving to the girls before attempting to make your way out of the cafeteria. You kept your head low as you arrived closer to the door, however, a familiar voice caught your attention, “Hey there,” you turned around to see a familiar face with that same long, brown hair from the party a few months ago. A toothy grin appeared on his lips as he continued, “Seems we have a track record of running into one another, don’t we?”

You scoffed out a laugh, shaking your head in agreement, “It sure does,”

He laughed lightly, placing a nervous hand behind his head before abruptly speaking, “Look, I just wanted to formally apologize for that night at the party, I’m not the most steady on my feet after a few beers.” He joked, his eyes never leaving yours. 

You finally released an authentic laugh, “It’s okay, I can’t say I’m too steady myself…” you agreed, “Also, sorry about Billy, he can be a bit…” 

“Don’t worry about it,” he cut you off with the shake of his hand, “Not the first time I’ve been called a freak before.”

You averted your gaze, an awkward silence filled the air. But, before you could respond, he held out a hand, tattoos scattered over his forearm and silver rings glistening on his fingers, “I’m Eddie, by the way.” 

A blushing smile made its way to your face uncontrollably, and you shook his hand in responses, “I’m y/n.”

He leaned down with a charming bow in a theatrical manner, “Well, it’s nice to meet you, m’lady. I hope I see you around here more often… if that's okay with your boy-” he lingered off, a gleam in his eye as he finally released your hand.

You giggled, taking in his dramatic movements, “I think I would like that very much…” you insisted. 

He beamed, satisfied with the answer, “Well, y/n, I look forward to running into you yet again.” He winked, “It was nice to formally meet you.”

You shook your head with a cheeky smile, “It was nice to meet you as well, Eddie.” with that, you turned away and headed out the door, making your way to the parking lot. As you slowly started to make your way to your car, you noticed Billy leaning against the hood, a cigarette poking out his lips. You gulped nervously upon seeing him, never knowing what type of mood he may be in. When you approached, he never even looked your way as he drew another puff of his smoke. 

“Hi, babe…” you said, piercing your lips as you made your way to his side, wrapping your arms tightly around your chest. He threw the cigarette on the ground, smashing it with his boot before speaking the words that made a pit form in your stomach.

“Why were you talking to that freak in the cafeteria?”

gif by rowan

author notes: awaited part two! not as tw as i thought it would be this chapter, but just wanted to put some warnings in case. hope you all enjoy! (:

#eddie the freak munson #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson angst #eddie the banished #robin buckley #billy hargrove #billy stranger things #st4 fanfic #stranger things s4 #stranger things alternative story #stranger things season four #stranger things 4 #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things fanfiction #eddie the hero #eddie x y/n #eddie my love #nancy wheeler

[incognit0slut]

Lock your door

Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

All y/n wanted was for her coworker to pay attention to her. Spencer was more than happy to oblige. Based on;

cw: 18+ explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), face sitting

wc: 3,9k (I'm a very descriptive writer you have been warned)

a/n: (reposted because of some error) I’m currently doing an ongoing series but once in a while, I like to write random plots, thus begins another series in which will all be one-shots based on songs i currently enjoy listening to… so yeah, this will be fun.

requests are open if you have a song in mind!

MASTERLIST

“…you better lock your door, and look at me a little more…”

Y/N WASN'T A SENTIMENTAL PERSON, but there was something about the way he looked tonight.

The fluorescent light coming from the hotel room danced across his face, highlighting the sharpness of his jaw. His eyes were in deep concentration as they scanned the document in his hand, his brows furrowed every time he came across something he couldn't comprehend.

Her eyes slowly raked down toward his Adam's apples, moving further across his chest, before they glided along the length of his arm. She couldn't help but notice the mesmerizing way his long fingers trailed along the words underneath his palm.

She always knew Spencer had nice, well-kept hands, but as she continued to observe them, she noticed how enticing they truly were. The size of them always surprised her, as well as the length of his fingers. But it was the veins running through the backs of his hands that really made her dry at the mouth, especially when the sleeves of his button-down shirt were folded above his wrists, showing off firm arms that didn't leave much to her imagination.

How long had she been staring at him? Gawking at him? It was hard to keep her eyes off of him when it was all she had been doing ever since she was introduced to the awkward twenty-four-year-old nerd that he was twelve years ago.

Twelve fucking years.

There should be some kind of reward for pining over your best friend for more than a decade. Y/n should be growing out of this yearning a long time ago yet somehow the more they worked together, the more it became hard for her to act as if every time his fingers innocently touched her skin there wasn’t this immense desire taking over her body, leaving her in a state of being completely swept away by the intensity of it.

Granted, Y/n knew she wasn't the only one attached to this infatuation. Words were never exchanged, although observing and analyzing people's behavior for a job helped her notice the exact same desire reflected in his eyes. She could tell in the way he looked at her, the way his pupils dilated every time he focused on her mouth.

But things between her and Spencer had always been complicated. Her early interest came unnoticed when the person he preferred to ask on a date was another one of their colleagues, and when he grew out of that brief crush and had the courage to finally ask her out, she was already in a relationship.

When that relationship ended begrudgingly and she needed a shoulder to cry on, Spencer's heart was already taken for a mysterious girl he guarded to himself. But that love affair only became a heartbreaking tragedy as it ended before it even began.

It was ever since then that Y/n made a mental note to never indulge her feelings toward one of the closest people in her life. She deemed it inappropriate after everything he'd been through, especially when he made it clear that getting involved with the opposite sex was the very last thing on his mind.

Until something shifted a few days ago.

She wasn't sure what it was. Perhaps it was the traveling into yet another foreign part of the country that made everything seem different, or maybe it was being in close proximity for more than forty-eight hours that had her watching him so earnestly.

But whatever it was, the sudden shift had her looking at the adorable young man he once was into this attractive, irresistible man she viewed as more than a mere friend. A man whose eyes glazed over her mouth this morning yet managed to be oblivious to how she was the one gawking at him now.

Maybe it was time to end their flirtatious dance. Maybe it was time to stop skirting along the what-ifs flowing in her mind. Y/n glanced at the man in front of her, watching the way his back hunched over the table as he buried himself further into deep concentration.

“Spence."

He hummed a soft response, his eyes still trailing the words printed on the document.

"Spencer."

He slightly tilted his head, an indication he was listening but kept himself busy as he continued his reading.

"Dr. Reid."

There was a certain cadence in her voice that sounded oddly pleasing. Spencer reacted to the low timbre of her voice with a glance, his eyes skimming along her leg which rested on top of the other, a glimpse of soft skin teasing his senses as the material of her dress lay softly against her thighs. His eyes snapped back to her face, noticing the lopsided smirk on her lips.

"What is it?"

"Aren't you going to take a break?" Her eyes shot toward the document in his hand. "You've been reading nonstop ever since I got here."

The latter statement was the one that caught his attention. "What's the reason you're here again?"

Y/n wondered whether explaining how she wanted to run her hands through his disheveled hair while he buried his face along her neck would be deemed appropriate. But she had too much pride to admit that. Instead, she uncrossed her legs with a satisfied glint in her eyes as she caught him staring.

She might not want to convey her attraction through words, but carrying out the art of seduction was a very different matter. Temptation had this alluring appeal that drew people in, a certain type of feeling that could often lead a person to do things they usually wouldn't do. And it was what she had in mind as she leaned over the table, the collar of her dress gracefully dropping with her movement, publicly displaying her cleavage.

"I thought you might need company," she simply said. "But I've been sitting here for almost an hour and you haven't engaged me in a conversation."

His eyes flared on the sensual way her breasts were pressed against her clothes before he quickly looked away. "Well, these documents aren't going to read for themselves."

She almost rolled her eyes at his response. "But aren't your eyes tired? Don't you want to take a break?"

He glanced at the stack of papers sitting on his side of the table. "I don't think that would be the wisest thing to do."

"Not even a five-minute break?"

"Especially a five-minute break."

She slumped in her chair as he diverted his attention back to his task, already engrossing himself in another document while ignoring the baffled look on her face. Was she looking at this differently? Was she wrong to think that some untold infatuation lingered between them all these years?

Y/n couldn't help but feel disappointed. Disheartened by the lack of attention, she abruptly stood up and moved along the carpet floor of his room. Her sudden movement caught him by surprise. "Where are you going?"

"Somewhere that might actually appreciate my presence."

She heard him heave out a sigh as he got up from his seat. "You know you're welcome here."

"Am I though?" She taunted, her hand already on the doorknob as she threw him a look over her shoulder. "You barely glanced at me, Spence."

"I was working. You know I need to find any potential evidence from all these files."

A sense of guilt washed over her as she watched him take a tentative step forward. "I know. I just... all I wanted was for you to look at me." Her guilt-ridden concern was replaced by embarrassment when he didn't respond. She quickly shook her head. "You know what? Never mind."

An immense feeling of shame and embarrassment traveled through her body as she turned around. What else was there to do than to flee from his scrutinizing gaze? Her hand gripped the doorknob before she pulled it, ready to fly out the room when a hand suddenly hovered over the edge of the door, softly pushing it back into place.

The sudden silence unnerved her, picking the pace of her heart when she realized she was very much flushed against his body. She could feel herself trembling as her grip slipped off the doorknob. She watched the way his long fingers glided down the hard surface of the door in intense interest.

His rough hand engulfed the lock on the door and she felt his other hand grasp her hair, slightly moving it away for better access to whatever he had in mind. His tone was quiet but undeniably gruff when he mumbled, “It's not that I don't want to look at you, Y/n.”

This was not how she had expected the night would go. Well, maybe it was what she had hoped for, but now that it was actually happening, she completely froze on the spot. She didn't know what to do, the gears in her head were moving to initiate a proper reaction but immediately came to a halt when his other hand banded around her waist as he pressed himself to her back, murmuring into the slope of her shoulders.

"But a five-minute break is not enough for me…”

His breath was hot on her neck.

“…to do..."

Her head lulled back as he pressed a kiss.

"…the things..."

Her skin shivered as he flicked his tongue.

"…I want to do to you."

She watched as he turned the lock back to its place, the sound a distinct echo in the room.

Everything went completely still. The air charged with an electric sense of excitement and nervousness, the type of charge that lead to anticipation. Spencer could feel the erratic pace of his heart as a surge of arousal rippled through his blood. It was definitely not a feeling he was used to, but it was very powerful and overwhelming in its intensity as he swiftly grabbed her arm.

Y/n let out an inaudible gasp when he turned her around, not because of the way her legs were stumbling by the impulsive contact, but by the sudden grip of his hand on her waist, steadying her momentarily in the midst of her trying to register what was happening.

"Spencer," his name a sigh from her lip. A hot spike raced through her body as if she had been struck by some force. Y/n took a shuddering breath, already knowing she would be helpless against the tingling wave he was building within her.

"What happened to your confidence?" He whispered with a coy smile.

She was growing dizzy, overwhelmed with the feeling of him everywhere, with how clear his intentions had become and how much she welcomed them. "I guess you've rendered me speechless."

And then his large hand cupped her whole face, tilting her up. His fingertips felt electric, for wherever they touched her skin tingled in a frenzy of static. She was mesmerized, captured by the spell he had on her.

There was a warm gust of air over her nose as he breathed out, "Are you sure?" His nose gently brushed against hers. "I'll stop if you tell me to."

Her fluttering eyes shot up at him. "Don't you fucking dare."

A satisfied smile curled on his lips as she waited for the moment to come, to explore every inch of his mouth. He finally pressed his parted lips on hers—and true to her imagination, his kiss was divine.

His lips felt soft and her mind went hazy when he started to move them. The push and pull of lips were exhilarating, the lazy mapping of their mouths molding together ascended the desire inside her. She exhaled a moan the moment he nibbled her bottom lip with a gentle brush of his tongue, her body burning with a new sense of need.

He gripped the base of her neck, keeping her locked to his mouth in their exchange of breaths, their tongues grazing, dancing, colliding with one another. And between her breathless moan of pleasure, he was making his own delightful noises, the various groans and growls coming from deep within his chest only made her beg for more.

Spencer slowly pulled away, eyes slamming shut as his forehead met hers, gasping for the much-needed air. "You," he growled under his ragged breath. "Taste better than I imagined."

Her head was spinning. How could he consume her so much? They were practically pressed against each other like hot glue yet she wondered whether there was any possible way to crawl under his skin. It wasn't enough, she craved more. More than his kiss. More than his tongue—she wanted more of him.

Y/n slightly pulled away, her hands skimming along his arms before they grasped onto the bottom hem of her dress, and without warning, she managed to pull the piece of clothing over her head with one swift motion.

Spencer stood there, utterly impressed and furthermore aroused. His eyes raked over her half-naked body with absolute adoration. "I see you've gained your confidence back."

She threw her dress to the floor. "Most of it anyway."

There was nothing more bewitching than her half-naked form, yet he wanted more of her, he needed to have her fully undressed in his arms. Spencer carefully grabbed her hand and guided her further into the room. He slowly dropped himself on the edge of his bed and parted his legs, gently slipping her between them.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his hands gliding along her skin. "Gorgeous, just absolutely gorgeous."

Her hands skimmed along his shoulders before she ran them through his tousled hair as she stood between the firmness of his legs, enjoying the pure admiration in his eyes. There was something mesmerizing in those hazel orbs, tantalizing her self-confidence as her fingers moved over to the front of her bra, unhooking the clasp before it slipped over her shoulders so effortlessly.

When she was finally free from the confinement of her undergarment, Spencer let out a satisfied sigh, because right in front of him were the most perfect breasts he could ever possibly imagine. His hand danced across her skin, feeling her body tremble underneath his palm as he let a thumb graze over her already hard nipple. The moan she let out was unbelievably exotic and there was nothing else he wanted to do than to hear more of it.

So he let his finger trail down her stomach before he grabbed the edges of her underwear and finally, but oh so slowly, pulled them down her smooth legs. Once they were off, he leisurely observed her nudity, his eyes sweeping over her wet flesh, flushed and swollen, the warmth radiating from her core made every part of him swell. He slowly guided a hand up her leg.

"Spencer," she breathed, clutching onto him even tighter. "Please."

His fingers brushed her inner thigh, so close to where she burned but not close enough for her to feel the satisfaction she desired. "Please what?"

She whimpered desperately. "Touch me."

"And where do you want me to touch you?"

"Everywhere."

What was a man to do when he was asked with such urgency? Such fervor? Spencer looked up at her and smiled, placing a gentle kiss between her breast before motioning her toward the bed. "Lay on your back."

She did as she was told and when she was finally on her back with him pressed to her side, Y/n shuddered at the touch of fabric from his clothes. There was something vulnerable about being the only one naked, yet somehow the roughness grazing her skin merely intensified her arousal.

She inhaled a sharp breath as she was met with a pair of hooded eyes looking down at her with undeniable lust. She felt electricity in her body, hormones shutting down her higher brain, and from there on in it was all passion, intense, intoxicating. He leaned forward, a hand unhesitatingly pushing her locks out of the way to expose her slender neck. His rapid breathing sent shivers down her spine, his lips almost brushing her ear as she closed her eyes.

Spencer trailed small kisses along her jawline, down to her throat, and pressed another kiss on the spot below her ear. She let out a satisfied moan as he sucked the spot leisurely, feeling herself shudder at his touch, sending her into another trance of delight.

She writhed at the electrifying touch of his fingertips and the thread of control that seemed to remain in him snapped as he lunged at her, pressing into her mouth. She gasped at the force and like the man he grew to be, he took that opportunity to slip his tongue, tasting every corner of her mouth. Her taste overwhelmed his senses as he devoured her, hands sliding in her hair, tugging at her, twisting and moving her to his liking.

Her scent was filling his nostrils, her delicate fragrance intoxicating his brain, pulling him even deeper into the spell she was casting on him. His smile was wicked against her lips as his hand engulfed her breast, feeling her shiver underneath him, her breath becoming rapid as she felt his thumb stroking her nipple.

Her aroused nub tightened at his touch, screaming, begging for his utmost attention. He gladly obliged her desire, his mouth trailing down her collarbone, letting his tongue brush along the curve of her breast before his lips hovered above her swollen peak, ravishing it into his mouth.

She arched her back, a moan escaping her lips as the sensation shot through her body, a thrill of arousal pooling in the heat of her core. He pulled away for a moment before ravishing her other peak, gently tugging it with his teeth before sinking in her flesh with the heat of his mouth.

"Beautiful," he murmured to no one but himself as his eyes took in the sight of her naked chest. His tongue flickered out teasingly on her hardening nub before he looked straight into her eyes. "You're so beautiful."

Then his finger continued its teasing brush, gliding along her skin as she writhed uncontrollably, waiting for him to touch the place she desired the most. It was torture. Evil, wicked torture as he leisurely took his time into taunting her that she let out a frustrated sigh.

"Spencer..."

He smiled amusedly, feigning innocence. "What?"

Y/n was never one to beg. Her job taught her to stand her ground and to be resilient whenever she had to face any type of obstacle. But right now, as his touch burned her skin in ways she never thought possible, she really didn't care.

"Baby, please..."

The unexpected term of endearment sent a sensational thrill along his body before a satisfied grin stretched across his lips. "Now how can I say no to that?"

This time when his hand slipped lower, she slowly suck in an anticipatory breath through her teeth that she held until his fingers swiped achingly light over her slit. She let out an audible gasp when she felt the pressure of his fingers over her, teasing her ever so slightly as her eyes rolled at the back of her head. He ran his fingers between her folds, making her flinch at the sensitivity and without warning, without mercy, they plunge into her.

A heavy tide of delight hit her, tension snapping inside. Strong waves emanate from her core, ecstasy racing through every inch of her body as his fingers swelled inside her wetness, moving at a rapid yet lazy pace. Her hips bucked against his fingers, following every movement they made as they stretched inside her, building the most sensational feeling throughout her body.

She closed her eyes, ready to simply enjoy the thrilling pleasure he was bringing to her when he suddenly pulled his fingers out and she whimpered at the loss. He dragged his tongue along his lips before lying on his back, pulling her along with me. "Come here."

She followed him, her legs on either of his side when he motioned her to move forward. "No," he hissed. There was a sudden shyness in his demeanor but his eyes reflected an immense amount of determination. "Sit on my face."

She gaped at him.

Never in a million years did she ever imagine those words to come out from his lips. If anyone told her that Spencer Reid, a certified genius with an IQ of 187, would ask her to sit on his face, she would've laughed. Yet here she was, crawling over him as he proved to her how lewd he could actually be.

Y/n felt the heat creeping along her cheeks as she settled on top of him, but his reassuring smile threw away any doubt she had in mind. He softly kissed her inner thigh before she lowered herself. She gripped the bed frame in front of her while his tongue flickered between her slit, and hooked his arms around her thighs, holding her in place as he devoured her hot flesh like a man starved.

Oh, fuck.

She must have said that out loud as she felt the vibration of his laughter on her skin. She faintly looked down at him and found his eyes boring into hers, watching her intently as he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hungrily. The view was making her dizzy. The way his eyes bore into her own as his tongue wrapped around her wetness made her grind her hips, seeking more of the fraction.

He gave a long, languorous stroke with the flat of his tongue and sucked her into his mouth, tugging ever so slightly she could feel the pull in her throbbing clit. Then he spread his mouth wide over that sensitive nub and sucked even harder, a sudden stabbing sensation making her cry in pleasure. Her whimpers and moans grew louder as the coil in her stomach tightened, his tongue moving faster while he felt her clenching around his mouth. 

Y/n could hear how wet she was as he worked her sex relentlessly. The cadence of his tongue was making her delirious. The warm, delicious tingle radiating from his touch was flooding over her that she knew she was approaching the end. His growl rumbled against her wetness as she spasmed, her face a mess of sweat and tears as he lapped up her folds, his tongue sliding into her and pressing on the walls.

And then she shattered—breathlessly, tiredly, heavenly. Her toes curled as she screamed out his name, releasing her grip on the bed frame before burying them in his tousled hair; pulling, grabbing, then throwing herself back as the intensity of the feeling rushed in her blood. She let out a sob as he eased her through her orgasm, rubbing her thighs while they shook around his head.

Her mind went completely blank a few minutes later. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t speak. She merely notice her body shaking with satisfaction as he carefully helped her down, settling her naked body on top of his. The gentle sound of his breathing filled her ears as she felt soothing hands running over her.

They stayed like that, drenched in her sweat with her head on his chest and her legs draped over him. Then after a moment of relishing each other's presence, his deep voice cut through the silence. "You're amazing."

She finally had the will to lift her head up and laughed. "Shouldn't I be the one saying that?"

The indicated compliment made him smile. Silence engulfed them and at that moment it seemed as if there were a lot of things to be said, but somehow neither wanted to initiate the conversation. He pulled her closer and she leaned in his embrace—then his phone rang suddenly before she could even relax.

She groaned. "How much do you want to bet that that's Garcia?"

"Or Hotch." Spencer's hand glided down her back. "We should probably see what they want."

"We should."

But they didn't move and his phone suddenly stopped its chime. Their peace was once again interrupted by another call that came from her phone this time. Y/n let out a sigh. "We should really go."

He nodded, but before she peeled herself off, her eyes cautiously narrowed on him. She could practically feel the blood and adrenaline pumping and coursing through her vein as a rush of hesitation enveloped her. "Can we... finish this later?"

But then her heart brimmed with affection at how his smile lit up, a wide, radiant grin that pierced her skin and traveled straight to her soul. And there he was, underneath the mature lines swept across his handsome face was the adorable man her heart had always ached for.

"Oh, absolutely," he spoke, his fingers trailing over her naked flesh. "We'll definitely finish this later."

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8/9... 8/8 - ATEEZ OT8 part one

THIS IMAGINE IS MATURE! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

⊹ 2k words ⊹ friends!ateez x fem!reader (ft. straykids) ᭡ angst, mature.

✧ a/n: hi. erm. yeah. i guess. in a rainy and depressive mood these days, but i'll be fine. might take a while to update, please be understanding. thank you.

thank you @sousydive for beta reading.

⊂ content: shitty ateez (esp jongho & wooyoung) warning. name-calling, slapping, crying, stray kids being absolute angels. friendship problems, both sides are in the wrong. strong language. please don't hate jongho i love my baby bear pls, a little self-harming.

✦ network: @newworldnet

:̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

You sat on your bed, staring at your phone. 

Zero notifications. 

No calls, no texts. No one asked for you. 

Your fingers swiped open the group chat. The last message was sent by you, asking if anyone wanted to grab lunch together. 

Nine members, eight reads, zero replies. 

You put your phone down, thinking about your recent behaviour. Have you done anything wrong? Did you accidentally offend them? Or perhaps, say the wrong thing?

You sighed, throwing your phone to the side and looking at the frame photo by your bed. You and the boys were huddled together, laughing at the camera. It was San’s birthday, and all of you had come up with a surprise party. The nine of you, all together, celebrating, smiling.

When was the last time you hung out with them?

Was it… three months ago? Four?

“They’re probably busy, Y/n…” You muttered to yourself, blinking rapidly so the sudden tears that gathered in your eyes wouldn’t fall. You sniffed, shaking your head. “Stop over thinking, Y/n.” You looked at your reflection in the mirror, your fingers curling into a fist. “You’re fine. Stop behaving so childishly.”

You let yourself fall onto the pillows, staring up at the ceiling above you. Every single time you send a message to them, they would reply dryly. 

Maybe they’re sick of you, Y/n. 

You closed your eyes, wrapping yourself up in a foetal position. 

Everything will be fine. 

You know something is wrong, Y/n.

No, everything is fine. Nothing is wrong. 

Stop lying to yourself. 

I’m not lying to myself. 

Are you?

“I’m not.” You whispered, your voice shaky and unconfident. Tears gathered up at your eyes as you tried to get yourself to sleep.

You woke up with a gasp, breathing heavily as you bent over to the side of the bed, retching dryly. You were covered in cold sweat, shaking as you recovered your breathing. 

The annoyed expression on your friends faces seemed so real, to the point that you cannot differentiate between your dream and reality. You raised your knees to your chest, hugging them as you tried to calm yourself down.

It’s not real it’s not real it’s not real

“A nightmare. It’s a nightmare.” You told yourself, covering your face with your hands. “Y/n, stop it. Stop overthinking, you idiot.”

You reached for your phone, tapping on Seonghwa’s chat.

You: Oppa, are you busy? | You: Oppa, are y| You: Oppa, a| You: Oppa, I had a nightmare.| You: Oppa, I ha| You: Oppa,|

You stared at the screen, your fingers pausing in mid air. 

You: Oppa| You: Op| You: |

You scrolled upwards, reading your previous chats. It was mostly you talking about your problems, and Seonghwa advising you on what to do. You swallowed your saliva, reading his replies, which were getting drier and drier as you scrolled down.

Hwa Oppa: Y/n-ah, sorry, I’m busy. Hwa Oppa: Ok. Hwa Oppa: Ttyl. Hwa Oppa: Mhm.  Hwa Oppa: K. Hwa Oppa: Can you text me later? Hwa Oppa: Kinda busy now.

You tapped on his profile. Online 3 hours ago. The time now is 2am.

A sense of helplessness swallowed you as you let the phone drop onto your bed. You looked outside of the window, letting out another sigh.

You can't sleep anymore.

Maybe you should try one more time?

Y/n: Oppa, can we talk?

Seonghwa frowned at the notification. In front of him, Mingi was hollering with the mic, along with San, who was shrieking at the top of his voice, abusing poor Yunho's ears, who was sitting nearest to the speaker.

"Who is that?" Jongho asked, peering at the screen over his shoulder. "Oh." He looked away uninterestedly, taking a mouthful of his alcohol.

"Y/n?" Wooyoung grabbed Seonghwa's phone, scowling. "Does she want to complain about her boring work problems again? I have enough of listening to her shit-"

"Wooyoung. Stop it." Hongjoong warned. The latter rolled his eyes, giving Seonghwa his phone back before going over to San to snatch his microphone. As they scuffle over it, Yeosang sighed, frowning.

"I still don't think it's a good idea leaving her out and ignoring her like that, hyung." He watched the two fight while Mingi continued to sing his heart out. "We should sit down at talk it out-"

"Listen, I've tried. But every single time she would talk about her stupid work problems, I just needed a break from her, okay?" Seonghwa shot back, irritated. Yeosang put his hands up in defeat, shutting up. Seonghwa turned his phone off, shaking his head. “I’ll just… text her later.”

Jongho snorted, turning his attention back to the singing trio. Yeosang bit his lip nervously, but Hongjoong clapped his back. “Hey, just chill. Y/n would be fine without us anyway, she has so many friends.” He stuffed a glass of beer into Yeosang’s empty hands. “Here, take a drink and just forget about her, okay? It's been some time since all eight of us can come out together.”

Yeosang’s fingers grip the glass nervously. Yunho, who had crawled over to their seat to get away from the speaker, saw his hesitancy and rolled his eyes. “Hyung is right, Yeosang-ah. Y/n wouldn’t die without us. We should have our Boys Night anyways. Just drink.” He pushed the glass to Yeosang’s lips, the younger finally taking a sip reluctantly. 

“Yeah.” He watched Jongho, who had joined in with the three at the front. “You’re right.”

It's not much of a problem.

Right?

Your phone buzzed. Your eyes lit up, grabbing it and scanning at it.

Felix (Baking Class): Hey, this is Y/n right?

You slumped in disappointment, but soon it turned to confusion. What's Felix texting you at 2am for?

Felix Lee, a sweet Australian you've met through your baking class. You have enjoyed talking to him, the both of you exchanging tales of your baking mishaps. None of the boys, not even Wooyoung, likes to bake. So only Felix understood your problems with baking.

You: Hey Felix. You: What can I do for you?

Felix (Baking Class): I don't think I'm supposed to tell you this but Felix (Baking Class): You're friends with Hongjoong hyung right?

You: Yeah Felix (Baking Class): Erm, so my friends and I were at the nuraebang Felix (Baking Class): Changbin hyung was recording er, Jeonginnie just now

Felix (Baking Class): It's not like we're eavesdropping or anything, but erm I think you should, listen to this

Felix (Baking Class): *video.mp4*

Something is wrong.

Yeosang forced a laugh as he sipped on his coffee. They were in San's house, eating breakfast. Wooyoung busied himself over the stove, while Hongjoong was muttering to himself, his hands furiously typing away on his laptop. Mingi continued to talk after getting a reaction from Yeosang, but the man's attention had drifted elsewhere.

"...and then that's it. My manager just let me off." Mingi smirked proudly, earning a thumbsup from Yunho and San. Seonghwa rolled his eyes. "You were lucky this time, Mingi-ah. Yeosang, eggs?"

Yeosang gave him a small shake of his head. "No thank you. Hyung, did you text Y/n?"

The kitchen went silent at the name. Even Hongjoong looked up from his screen. "Y/n?"

"Yeah. She erm, hasn't contacted us in a week?" Yeosang reminded, shaking his phone in their face. "She usually texts us in the morning in the groupchat-"

"C'mon Yeo, that's a good thing." Wooyoung came out of the kitchen, untying his apron and frowning at Yeosang. "Don't spoil the mood early in the morning."

"Maybe she's busy, Yeo." Yunho suggested, wolfing down his pancake. "She did say that her boss sent her for some field checks. And don't be so mean, Woo."

Wooyoung pouted. "I'm just annoyed at her. And why isn't Jongho back?"

Jongho felt guilty.

He sipped on his cup of americano nervously, glancing at you. You sat with your gaze lowered, fixated on your own cup, your eyes cast downward.

He had bumped into you at the supermarket while getting syrup for Wooyoung. He didn't know why, but when he saw you, he had this sudden desire to run away.

Like a little boy after making a mistake.

"Erm, Y/n, how are you?" He decided, speaking carefully. You looked up from your cup at him, before tugging the corner of your lips upwards.

"Jongho-ah. Please, be honest with me." You pressed the nail of your thumb into your skin, the piercing pain kept your tears in. “Do I… really annoy you guys? When I’m telling… No, when I'm complaining about…” You bit your lower lip, suddenly feeling pathetic. Then you breathed in, before speaking again. “You know what, nevermind. I heard that you guys needed a break from me- Don’t need to explain, I heard it for myself.” You stopped Jongho as he opened his mouth to explain. “I totally understand that. But I’m just here to tell you that leaving me out is not cool. We’re adults, Jongho-ah. You and the boys should have just told me.”

“W-we’re just afraid that you’ll be upset-” “So you guys started leaving me out? Ignoring my texts? Talking behind my back?” You pressed your thumb harder into your skin, angry tears welling up in your eyes. “Like a teenager in highschool? Choi Jongho, you know that’s not… that’s not…” You glared at him, your brain searching for the right word. 

“Not how you should behave as a friend.” Someone placed their hand behind your back, patting them. The both of you looked up to see Felix, who was holding up a cup of coffee. Behind him, Bang Chan and Jisung waved at you. You blinked quickly, forcing the tears to go back in and waved back at them, before turning your attention to him. “Lixie? What are you doing here?”

“Breakfast with my hyung and Han Jisung.” He jabbed his thumb back at the two of them. Felix then turned to Jongho, offering him a simple smile that did not reach his eyes. “Hi, I’m Felix. I heard a lot from Y/nnie about you.” He introduced himself, his hand never leaving your back. Jongho frowned, glancing from his hand and back to his face. 

“I’m Jongho.” His voice was unwelcoming. Your brows furrowed. “Jongho, that was ru-” “It’s okay. Sorry if I interrupted you guys, but hyung’s asking whether you wanna join us later for lunch. Minho hyung cooked the dish you said you’d like to try.”

Your eyes lit up at his words. “Really?” You exclaimed. Jongho observed your exchange with a stoic expression on his face. Felix nodded. “Yeah, I’ll call you later?”

You nodded. Felix patted your hair, gave a friendly nod to Jongho and returned back to his hyungs. As soon as he left, Jongho sneered. “So, you’ve been hanging out with those kind of people?” 

Your smile froze. “What did you say?” 

Jongho shook his head mockingly. “Them, Y/n L/n. Hanging out with Felix Lee and his stupid little gang?” He hissed. “What did they offer you? Money? Are you fucking with them?” 

You stared at him in disbelievement. “What? Did I say something wrong?” Jongho scoffed, sending a glare over to Felix. “You know they are rivals with Seonghwa hyung, right? They play around, Y/n. Are you being a whore for them-”

A loud, resounding slap echoed through the cafe, capturing the attention of everyone dining inside. Jongho touched his burning left cheek, slowly turning to face you. You were standing up, your chest heaving in anger and humiliation at Jongho’s words. Regret instantly flooded his eyes, as Jongho realized what he had said. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Say that I’m a slut? For hanging out with a group of men?” You finished the sentence for him, your voice filled with anger and sadness. “Choi Jongho, you’re an asshole. Fuck you. You all are assholes!” You cursed as you grabbed your bag and headed out towards the exit. 

As you ran out, Jongho saw Felix and his friends hurried to follow you too. When his eyes met Felix’s, the latter smirked at him, and Jongho gritted his teeth. 

He fucked up.

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