#he can sit on the couch with his hand in his pants and smoking cigarettes while I cook him dinner

[cecoeur]

Daniel Ricciardo arrives (with his chain) ahead of the F1 Grand Prix of Japan at Suzuka International Racing Course | Media Day | 📸 - Peter Fox

#daniel ricciardo #yeah yeah VCarb merch but that chain peeking through!! #dr3 #he can sit on the couch with his hand in his pants and smoking cigarettes while I cook him dinner #in the sleaziest au in my head

[cherieluver]

Cigarettes After Sex. (Johnnie Guilbert x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 1091?

Warnings: smut, alcohol use, smoking (reader is 21+)

8:15 PM

You just arrived at the party as you grabbed your bag and walked up to the door. Breathing nervously, you stepped inside and looked around. You knew some of your friends were there but weren't sure where to find them. 

After looking around, you walked over to the open bar to get a little drunk. There was music blasting in your ears, and the house seemed like a maze. After downing two shots of Pink Whitney, you looked around to see if there was anyone you could talk to, but couldn't find anyone you knew. 

Eventually, you ended up in the bathroom just to fix your hair and makeup and stepped back outside. Walking into the living room, someone caught your eye, some guy was sitting on the couch with a beer in hand. You adjusted your dress and fishnets while slightly stumbling over to the couch. As you sat down, he looked you up and down with a blank expression. Awkwardly, you cleared your throat and looked away from him while fidgeting with your bracelets.

"So..." the guy said while tapping his fingers on his beer glass, "You can't find anyone to talk to either?" He asked as he looked over at you on the opposite side of the couch. "Yeah, basically." you sighed, "I have some friends that are here, but I have no clue where they are," you said with disappointment. "Well, I'm about to get another beer if you want to come with me," he said as he stood up. "Sure!" you said a little too excitedly while your heart raced. 

As you got to the bar you made small talk and found common interests. "Oh I forgot to ask, what's your name?" he asked while smiling a bit. "Oh I'm Y/N," you said with a sigh, "What about you?". "I'm Johnnie," He said and took a quick swig of his beer.

After chatting for a bit more you and Johnnie went to go explore the house. For such an introverted person, Johnnie seemed to open up easily to you, but the beers helped out with that. After some time, the two of you ended up in an unused bedroom. You and Johnnie were laughing when Johnnie got a call. "What's up, man?" He said on the phone, "No, y'all can leave without me, I'll catch an Uber later." Johnnie slurred, "Okay, bye Jake," He said as he hung up the phone. 

The room was filled with a comfortable quiet. Johnnie was looking at you as you lay on the bed together with nothing left to say. Slowly Johnnie reached his hand out to hold your cheek. "Is this okay?" He whispered as he was about to lean in. "Almost perfect," you mumbled as you smiled and leaned into a kiss. 

You pulled back but looking into each other's eyes for a few moments made you both realize how much you needed each other. Johnnie put his hands on your waist and leaned into another kiss, this one being more heated and lustful. 

After a few moments into the kiss, Johnnie pulled away, "fuck..." he mumbled under his breath. you looked confused and said, "Do you not want to..." Johnnie interrupted before you could even finish your thought, "No, I do want to,". You got tired of Johnnie's hesitation and both sat up as you started taking off your dress. Johnnie looked shocked for a moment then started taking off his clothes. You threw your dress on the ground as Johnnie did the same with his shirt, leaving him in only his pants and boxers. 

You took the initiative and kissed Johnnie while guiding his hands along your body, first grabbing your waist and then moving down to your ass. you let go of Johnnie's hands and let him touch wherever he wanted to. As the kiss broke, Johnnie looked down at your cleavage, "Take it off for me," you said in a raspy voice. Johnnie looked flushed and mumbled, "Okay..." as he unclasped your bra and continued to kiss you. 

As you were kissing, Johnnie's hands traveled to your breasts and played with your nipples as you moaned into the kiss. Your hands moved down Johnnie's torso as you slowly started to unbutton his pants. "Yes," Johnnie moaned into the kisses. You moved to his lap after you took off his pants and started palming him through his boxers as your bare chests touched. 

Johnnie let out a needy moan which immediately made you look up at him. His hair was messy and his makeup was smudged but, god, it looked sexy. You could feel your heart pounding as Johnnie took off your fishnets and underwear. Johnnie inhaled sharply as he saw you fully and took off his underwear just as quickly. With your approval, he moved his fingers down to your folds and started stretching you out. Moaning out of pleasure, you said, "I'm ready" as he licked his fingers and leaned back onto the pillows. 

You slowly leveled yourself down onto his length as you sat to adjust yourself for a moment. You gave Johnnie the look of 'okay', so he began to slowly thrust into you. With every thrust, he let out a small grunt, but as he went faster they slowly turned into moans. At this point, you both were sweating and your legs started to get tired so Johnnie decided to flip you over. You wrap your legs around him as he thrusts into you, panting and whining. You felt yourself coming closer to the edge and could tell Johnnie was too. "Fuck, fuck..." Johnnie moaned as you came and he was on the edge. Your knees buckled as he quickly pulled out of you and came on your stomach as his eyes rolled back. 

Luckily, there was a connected bathroom so Johnnie put his boxers back on and went to grab a towel and a cup of water while you slipped your underwear on. Johnnie wiped off your stomach and you sat back, leaning on the headboard as Johnnie from his pants. He pulled out two cigarettes and opened a window as he lit one. He handed you one and lit it as you held it in your mouth, taking a heavy breath of the smoke. You gave Johnnie a peck on the lips as he went to sit down next to you. 

"Cigarettes after sex, hm?" You sighed as you looked over at Johnnie as he smiled at you.

#johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x reader #smut #Johnnie Guilbert smut #x reader #reader insert #fanfic

[feyhunter78]

Oooh how about nerd!miguel who gets so nervous when you come to his dorm for the first time? (maybe you forgot something and went there to pick it up) like he’d be eyeing you sitting on his bed but trying not to make it obvious ☺️

I definitely cannnn, I made this a bit more spicy than maybe you intended, and I had it be the second time y/n is at Miguel's apartment for plot reasons, but I hope you like it anyways!!!!

Door Frames and Doorways

Artist cred: twitter jammunin

Miguel’s apartment complex is nice, like really nice. Four gates, elevators, 24-hour security, and you’re pretty sure you saw at least six Ferraris in the parking garage.

You punch in the code and wait until the gate opens, your phone in one hand while you walk, scanning the garage for the elevators. Once inside, you press the button for Miguel’s floor, and lean against the mirrored walls, watching the numbers climb. It’s fancy, more like a hotel elevator than an apartment. Finally, the doors ding and slide open, you step out onto plush carpet, the hall leading to his door is pristine, artwork—hotel style artwork—on the walls, everyone’s doors are decorated with name plates and their apartment number.

O’Hara 2099, Miguel’s nameplate reads, and you knock quietly. It is getting late, and you’d hate to disturb any of the other residents, but you really need your planner.

You wait a second, then knock again, nothing. You go to text Miguel, then the door swings open.

You’re greeted by Gabriel clad in the most typical college boy pajamas you’ve ever seen, red gingham pants and a white muscle shirt, his smile wide, and his eyebrows wriggling cartoonishly. “Well y/n, fancy seeing you here.”

“Hey Gabriel, I left my planner here yesterday, Miguel said I could come by and grab it?” You ask, looking past him for Miguel.

It’s not that you don’t like Gabriel, he’s friendly, sociable, funny, popular but not a dick, and he’s Miguel’s brother so he shares similar features, so he’s definitely not ugly. But he smells like weed, and as much as a small part of you wants to ask if you can take a hit—school has been a bitch, you need a break—you don’t know him like that. Plus, it’s late, and you still have to drive back to your own apartment.

The living room is empty behind him, the TV on, casting dim colors across the floor, the balcony doors open letting in the cool night air, and most likely the smell of weed out.

He opens the door wider, “of course, come in. Miguel’s in his room, did you text him?”

“No, I was going to, but then you opened the door, so.” You follow him in, and he shuts the door behind you. “I was already home when I realized I left it, I’m sorry to barge in on you guys’ night like this.”

“Don’t even worry about it.” He walks into the living room, where you can see a blunt resting in a novelty ashtray. You’re not totally sure, but it looks like a spider. “You want a hit?” He offers you the blunt, that tangy, almost sweet smell hits your nose, and you feel like a nicotine addict feigning for a cigarette, the way you take a half step forward, hand outstretched.

“I shouldn’t…” You tell yourself, and Gabriel, but really yourself.

Gabriel shrugs, “suit yourself. Yo Miguelito, y/n’s here.” He calls out, flopping onto the expensive looking leather couch and taking a deep inhale, holding it, then blowing the smoke out towards the open balcony doors.

There’s a heavy thud, then the jiggle of a door handle, and Miguel’s door bursts open. He looks…out of breath? His hair is tousled, his t-shirt half on, hem riding up, exposing his toned abdomen, his sweatpants sitting low on his hips. “Shit, y/n, I didn’t see your text.”

“She didn’t text you; I heard her knocking.” Gabriel says through a cloud of smoke.

“Well—um—your planner is in here, on my desk, I can grab it for you?” Miguel stutters out, running a hand through his hair, his glasses askew.

“I can get it myself, it’s no big deal.” You reassure him, slipping through the space between him and the door frame.

You’ve been in Miguel’s room before, literally yesterday, but you’re still amazed at how clean it is. His bed set against the far wall, framed photos of his family, awards, and scholarships up on the other. His bathroom door is ajar, and his desk light is off, your planner sitting in the very center of the huge desk with its multiple monitors.

There’s a candle lit, sitting atop his wardrobe, the scent of evergreen drifting through the room, and you detect a more musky undertone, but don’t let the thought linger.

You cross the wide expanse of plush carpet and grab your planner, holding it to your chest. “Thank you so much for finding it, I was freaking out thinking I lost it somewhere on campus.”

He nods his head, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the door frame. “It’s no problem, I know you live and die by that thing.”

“Not all of us can keep a perfect schedule in our heads, Miguel.” You tease, sweeping your eyes around his room.

There’s a decorative pillow on the floor, beside his bed, and without thinking you bend over and grab it, before getting onto his bed and crawling forward placing it back in its rightful place.

Miguel sucks in a sharp breath, and you turn to look at him. His pupils are dilated, his face is flushed, and he keeps shifting his weight, unable to meet your eyes.

“You okay?” You ask, getting off his bed and placing a hand against his forehead.

“Y-Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He says, taking a quick step back and bumping into the wall.

You laugh, finally connecting the dots. “Miguel, are you high?”

He blinks at you, then nods slowly. “Yeah, yeah, sorry, I don’t do it often, Gabri just brought it out, and I only started because my ex wanted me to, but now I only smoke with Gabri I sw—”

Squeezing his shoulder playfully, you look up at him, still laughing a bit. “Miguel, it’s cool, I smoke sometimes, with my sister Kenzie, I’m not judging you.” You explain, giving him a teasing smile, your hand instinctively sliding down to rest above his heart as your laughter dies down. “Look at you, Mr. Genetics Genius partaking of the devil’s lettuce on the weekend, it’s kinda hot.”

Did you really just say that? Why did you say that? What the fuck y/n?? Are you high???

“R-Really?” Miguel asks, his lips, his stupidly plush and perfect lips, parted in surprise.

“Yeah, it’s like a thing, the good boy with a secret dark side. Not that I’d call smoking weed a dark side, but still. I’m a little bummed, though, looks like someone else corrupted my good boy before I could.” You say, a faux pout on your lips.

You’re so glad Miguel can’t hear your heartbeat because you’re pretty sure it’s trying to bust out of your chest.

“Dígalo de nuevo.” Trsl: Say it again.

You tilt your head at him. “What?”

“Say it again, please.” He whispers, his pupil blown wide, his hands hovering over your hips.

“Say what? That I’m bummed someone else corrupted you?” You’re starting to feel self-conscious, doubt trickling in, but you try to push it to the side and loop your arms around Miguel’s neck, fingers threading in his thick locks. “That I’m upset someone else got to my good boy first?”

Miguel lets out a sound akin to a whimper, and heat rushes through you. You’re suddenly aware of just how close to him you are. You’ve practically got him pinned to the wall, and he looks so good, you just want to—

His hands clamp down on your hips, dragging you forward. “Soy tuyo y/n, tu buen chico, tuyo, tuyo, tuyo." Trsl: I’m yours y/n, your good boy, yours, yours, yours.

His words and lips ghost over your own, and you dig your fingers into his shirt, eyes fluttering shut.

“Tuyo?” You ask, head spinning, the scent of Miguel overwhelming your senses, driving every rational thought from your brain.

“Sí, eres mío, dulzura.” He breathes, his voice low, vibrating in your bones, intertwining with your synapses, and filling you with liquid heat. Trsl: Yes, you’re mine, sweetheart, sweetness, darling, etc.

You’re going to do it, you can’t wait any longer, the words are brimming at your lips, waiting to spill over. “Miguel, please, kiss m—”

“Yo, you find that planner or do you guys need help looking?” Gabriel’s voice cuts through the tension, and you all but fling yourself back.

“No—no, we found it, we’re good, thanks.” You call back, too embarrassed to even spare Miguel a glance as you rush out of his apartment, planner pressed to your chest to hide your rapid breathing.

It’s not until you’re halfway home, you realize you didn’t smell any weed on Miguel, but you definitely saw the lotion bottle that had been kicked under his bed.

Miguel’s version here👀👀

TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan, @scaryplanetdestroyer

#meg's writing #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #nerd miguel #nerd!miguel #nerd!miguel o'hara #college!miguel #college!reader #sorority!reader #THE TENSION #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n

[aeoncss]

…some of my personal movie!mike schmidt hcs <3

disclaimer: you dont have to agree, just don’t be an ass. thanks!

tw: parent/sibling death, mentions of insecurity, nightmares, trauma flashbacks, some nsfw (18+!), could be ooc?? idk?? don’t quote me on it

he’s a soft snorer. like the faintest sound comes through at night, and it’s usually when he’s laying on his back. when he’s sick, however, he snores so loud that abby has definitely thrown something at him to be quiet.

used to smoke cigarettes quite heavily. started in high school, then it turned into muscle memory that escalated into a harsh nicotine addiction. the second abby complained about the smell, mike stopped cold turkey, and hasn’t picked up a pack since.

does, occasionally, smoke weed though. usually in his car or in his garage late at night. spends extra time cleaning around and getting the smell out, including doing an extra load of laundry so his clothes don’t reek. it helps him sleep, although doesn’t do much for the nightmares.

mike has one of those huge CD books shoved underneath his passenger seat (it won’t fit in the glove box). it’s filled with many broken disks that are heavily scratched from use, and a lot of them belonged to his father.

he’s so bad at folding. so bad. he either hangs it up super sloppily or straight up just throws his clothes into his closet.

he prefers dogs over cats — although he takes the time to feed one of the neighborhood stray cats that abby has named ‘mr. whiskers’ because that’s gonna become his pet goddamn it

listens to a lot of korn, foo fighters, deftones, and the offspring. mike kinda refuses to play that kind of music in the car with abby around, so he might have grown to subconsciously love spice girls and a*teens as well…

grows insecure when he finds himself in a relationship, feeling like he equally can’t be enough or that he’s doing too much. mike has such a fear of pushing away good things from him, so it takes a lot of reassurance for him to finally understand that he isn’t doing anything wrong.

falls asleep during horror and romance movies. physically just can’t do it.

he can’t ever listen to the romantics ever again. if he hears even a snippet of ‘talking in your sleep’, his body straight up shuts down and mike goes into automatic panic mode.

service switch — really, he just wants to please his partner in any way. he doesn’t have a preference for anything sexually related, but he definitely gets a kick out of how good he can make his lover feel. he might have studied one too many playboys.

he doesn’t really realize how much he craves affection until after he gets into a relationship. whenever his partner leaves for the night, he feels like a piece of him is somehow lost, and he nonstop thinks about how nice it was to just be in their arms — even if it was just for a short moment.

besides the reoccurring nightmare of garrett, mike developed a new one after the events at the pizzeria. he can’t save abby in time, the sound of spring locks echoing deep inside his brain that he wakes up so physically ill. he has to go check in on her to get himself to calm down.

has a few really shitty stick n’ poke tattoos that one of his old high school buddies did while drunk together. he has a little stick figure on the inside of his left wrist, and a horribly disproportionate star on his right.

he’s a moaner. not a loud one, but there has been times where he’s either had to cover up his mouth by a pillow or even by his partners hand. it’s not overtly obnoxious or dramatic, more hushed pants and quick whimpers that escape deep from his throat. when he’s close, that’s when he gets a bit louder, the sound almost guttural.

he really gets a kick out of seeing his partner in his clothes or just doing something in his house. sitting on the couch just TV surfing? he’s hiding behind the doorway to the kitchen just so he can try and get his hard-on to go away.

mike was the type of kid in high school that genuinely did try to pass with good grades, but he just barely managed to scrape by without getting held back from graduation. it’s a regret of his, but understands what was going on during that time.

nicknamed his honda accord ‘marvin’.

really into making out, sometimes preferring it over sex. he likes the closeness and just enjoys the action of kissing — plus, it’s really nice foreplay.

#mike schimdt x you #fnaf movie mike #mike schimdt x reader #mike schimdt smut #mike schmidt #fnaf movie #fnaf

[sadgurls-blog]

Rindou Haitani x reader

MDNI

On top of the tallest building in Roppongi was a rooftop bar. One of the most prestigious and known ones in japan. Also notorious for being Bonten's favorite meetup spot.

Prostitutes sat on couches next to High-level Criminals, their hair messed up and lips touching the person who paid them. Strippers danced on the elevated dance floors with poles and both men and women watched them, occasionally whistling and throwing money at their feet. They swayed their hips seductively and the people looking at them roared in excitement throwing even more cash onto the floor.

You sat on the couch far away from the rest, but near enough to see what was happening. Your legs crossed and red blazer hanging from one of your shoulders. A Bubblegum haired man sat down next to you and blew the cigarette he was holding, the smoke flowing into your nostrils; your face scrunching up at the toxin. Here was Sanzu Haruchiyo and he was unsurprisingly high on drugs again.

''Drive for me'' He commanded and threw his car keys on your lap before passing out pitch black on the couch. You took out your phone and took a picture of him, hoping that you could use it as blackmail in the future.

Someone then tugged your arm and you looked up to see who it was, smirking in delight when you recognize his purple mullet with dark blue streaks.

''Missed me?'' You hung your arms around his neck and kissed his lips when the two of you stepped inside the elevator.

'Very much so'' He leaned down willingly returning the kiss back, his hands wandered down your skirt and he rubbed his fingers against your underwear; realising that you were already wet.

''Take it off'' He removed his lips away from yours, a string of saliva connecting it for a brief moment.

''Not here'' You whispered into his ears and loosened his tie a bit, tugging on it when the elevator door opened. You pulled him to your car and opened the backseat, the two of you going inside in a hurry.

He kissed you and pushed his tongue inside your mouth and you sucked it when he removed your blazer. He then pulled away from you and you put your arms up when he started pulling up your top, trying to remove it. You pushed him against the car seat when he was done and your left hand started fiddling with the buttons of his waistcoat, struggling to remove the last one. He helped you and held your head, pushing it downwards, eager to taste your lips again.

His kisses then went down from your mouth to your neck, not bothering to be careful of leaving marks. You pushed your head back when he reached your collarbones, finding the way he sucked your skin hurtful in a good way. You then looked down and helped him sit up a bit so that he can remove his long sleeved top. His tattoo fully seen when it was finally removed.

''Did I ever tell you that you look hot with that tattoo?'' You tell him playfully and traced it with your fingers. His body jolting at the sudden touch when you did so.

''Everyday'' He answered and smirked. You straddled him with your hips, sitting on top of him now. You then leaned down kissing his lips and then his neck until you finally reached the hem of his pants.

''Unbutton it'' He told you.

''You'll have to wait a bit more'' You told him and leaned down towards his face, your lips barely touching his; teasing him a bit. He looked down at your lips, hypnotized by how warm your breath felt and your pink lips.

Wine.

You smelled like wine. The same wine he drank earlier. Seeing him distracted your arms reached downwards and held the gun on the floor. You held it up to his forehead and put your finger on the trigger.

''That's hot'' He blurted out accidentally.

And you bursted out in a fit of laughter still holding him at gunpoint.

#tokyo revengers x reader #rindou smut #rindou x reader #rindou haitani #bonten x reader

[princessbrunette]

love ur blog SO much could scroll thru it for hours and hours <3

for jj (if you want!): dealer!jj and reader who has a crush on him comes to buy weed for the first time? in my head she smokes by herself, gets super high & then panics and comes back to jj’s and confesses LOL bc that would be some shit I would do!!!

thank u so much !! and yes,, i love this idea hehe ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜ ‹𝟹

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the first half of your weed purchasing experience went fairly smoothly, well — as smoothly as it can for someone who has no idea what they’re talking about.

you’d shown up just a little after 4 in the prettiest skirt and your lashes extra long, coated in black. you couldn’t believe you’d worked up the courage to wind up buying weed from the guy you’d had a crush on since you were little (who seemed too chaotic to ever pay attention to little old you!) but it was soon you were stood in his house, having him talk you through each strain — and you had to try extra hard to focus because he looked so good and his hands were so big and —

“i’mma take a shot in the dark and say you’re fairly new to this right? in that case i’d prooobably suggest this, s’on the milder side, just chills you out a bunch.” he slides a packet towards you, eyes flickering up to you to catch you already looking at him.

“how’d you know i’m new to this?” you start digging in your purse for the wad of cash you brought to avoid looking at him.

“oh jus’ vibes.” he shrugs, smiling when you look back up at him, cash in hand. “its cute though, i dig it anyway.” he takes the notes from you and you swallow a love confession. “want me to roll it for you?”

he rolls the joints for you, and you try not to stare like a creep before you’re out the door in no time, breathing in the balmy late afternoon air and riding off on your bike to your empty house, family away for the weekend, to smoke your maybank special.

the second half of your experience, not so smooth.

you chaotically steer your little bike with a basket up to his house not even two hours later, paranoid and practically crashing the vehicle onto the grass as you hop off it, hands shaking at your side. jj, embarrassingly is already on the porch, stroking a stray cat with a cigarette in his mouth.

when he spots you frantically moving towards him he stands slowly, tossing the end of his cigarette aside. “ohhhh boy.” he speaks to himself like he knew what was coming.

“hey, hi, uhm.” you pant, violently struggling for breath as you clench and unclench your hands at your sides.

“you good?” he frowns, stepping towards you.

“i just— i’m so sorry to bother you but i — i smoked it alone for my first time and i don’t think i did it right or maybe it’s just reacting with me super bad and now i’m shaking and i feel really weird and i didn’t know who to go to — i— i just was wondering if there was a way to become un-high, cos i — i didn’t really wanna do it in the first place i just came to buy weed from you because i have this ridiculously huge crush on you and i thought hey what the hell—”

“heeeey, hey. breathe, okay? deep breath in girlie, look at me, right here.” he places his hands on your shoulders, face right infront of yours and for a moment you’re stunned. not only because you said all of that out loud, but because his hands were on you. “thats right, now breathe out.” he puffs his cheeks out, blowing out himself like he was encouraging a baby and you copy him, wide glassy eyes fixated on him like he was your life line.

“sorry.” you whisper and he smiles, adorable dimples indenting his cheeks.

“for what? come in, you look like you need some water.” he guides you inside his house, closing the door behind you as you try your best to stay calm. your brain felt slow and fast at the same time and all your nerve endings felt alight, constantly on the verge of a panic attack. “here, sit down— yeah? mi casa es su casa, or whatever. i never took french.” he ushers you to the couch, clumsily tripping over an empty beer can before kicking it aside and skidding off to the kitchen, returning with a glass of water.

“you ride your bike here?” he realises, sitting beside you as he hands you your drink.

“y—yeah.” you release a shaky exhale, bringing the glass to your lips.

“drink that nice n’slow, atta girl. see? you’re alright!” he makes an effort to keep his voice gentle, looking like he was going to reach out to put a hand on your arm but decided against it. you put the glass aside, palm coming to rub uncomfortably over the skin on your chest where your heart was. “heart feel a little fast?”

“mhm.” you mewl pathetically, mortified. you must have fumbled it, there was nothing sexy about winding up on your crushes couch having a panic attack.

“thats pretty normal, yeah. just gotta breathe n’shit.” he nods, resting his elbows on his knees as he watches you. “it’ll feel better when you just let it do what it needs to do, trust me.”

you try and follow his advice, sitting quietly for a few minutes as you lean back and relax into his couch, taking deep breaths and letting the high run its natural course. after a little while, you feel a giggle bubble up.

“uh-oh, there she is.” you hear the smile in his voice and he’s already looking at you.

“i totally freaked, m’sorry.” you’re all blissed out now, finally relaxed.

“oh you’re good— uh, yeah. what even happened? like—how much did you smoke?”

“the whole joint.” you shrug, snickering again.

“yeah that… probably was a lot for your first time, huh?” he grins, shaking his head. “if i knew you were this clueless about this shit, no offence, i would have offered to smoke with you, ‘ya know? be your guide. your ganja guru, if you will.”

“maybe you can teach me the right way to do it next time?” you try, feeling braver under the influence. his eyes flutter with something unrecognisable in your state and he nods.

“y—yeah. yeah for sure. totally.”

“unless i kinda ruined the vibes with that whole embarrassing confession outside.” you groan, lifting a hand to smush against your warm cheek. his eyes widen and he shakes his head.

“no! no, it was cute… i had no idea man, i would’ve closed. you crushing on me? c’mon man i’d be all over that.” he chuckles awkwardly, watching your face melt into the softest and sweetest smile he’d ever seen.

“really? you mean that?”

“hey, it’s not everyday i got a pretty girl on my couch needing me to save her, okay— this is big for me.” he teases.

you spend the rest of the evening riding out your high, before sleepily riding out your dealer beneath the glow of the television. he’ll consider it payment.

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#anon #dealer!jj #jj maybank prompt

[steveshairychest]

Steve snaps at Eddie.

It happens so fast he doesn't have a chance to stop himself. "Can you just fucking shut up about it?! It's not happening." He's never seen Eddie flinch so hard. He presses his lips into a thin line and looks away from Steve. The cigarette they were sharing now discarded in the ashtray.

Steve wants to apologise, but he knows if he tries to speak again it'll just come out wrong and angry. Eddie had started talking about Nancy again. He's so hellbent on getting Steve and Nancy back together even though Steve has explained over and over that that's not what he wants. It's so frustrating and he can't figure out why Eddie is so determined to play matchmaker.

"Guess I'll go." Eddie murmurs, so uncharacteristically quiet it makes Steve feel sick to his stomach. He did this. He shouldn't have yelled at him like that.

Steve snags the chain on Eddie's pants and pulls him back down onto the plush couch. They were smoking inside Steve's lounge room because it's too cold outside; their fingers nearly went blue when they tried to sit out there for 5 minutes. "Eddie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It's just... why do you keep bringing it up?"

Eddie shrugs and tugs a piece of hair in front of his face. "Dunno, you guys just seem like a perfect match." He's avoiding Steve's eyes, choosing to stare at the wine stain on the white carpet instead.

Steve runs a hand through his hair and sighs. "That part of my life is over. I don't love her like that anymore. We're just friends." Steve tries to meet Eddie's eyes as he says quietly, "I- I like someone.. else."

Eddie stiffens and Steve watches as he masks the clear hurt written on his face with his best winning smile. He nudges Steve with his elbow, almost a little too painfully. "Oh? Well, I guess I'm trying to match you up with the wrong person then. Who is the lucky girl?"

Steve exhales shakily and when Eddie finally meets his eyes, he whispers, "You."

#GAHHHHH #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #steveddie

[captain-hawks]

BAD HABIT

♡ — aki hayakawa x f!reader

You should know better than to challenge Aki with a bargain, not when he knows exactly how to take you apart.

18+ ONLY

wc — 1.7k

prompt — thigh riding, spit kink (requested by @dabisdancer) additional content — NSFW, 18+, smut, oral fixation, a lot of spit tbh, fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, light dom!Aki

╰┈➤ kinktober masterlist

“I thought you were going to quit,” you grouse, flopping down onto the couch beside Aki just as he begins to tug a cigarette out of the open pack sitting on the coffee table. 

An amused huff escapes his lips as he deftly spins the white stick between his fingers, leaning back against the couch cushions and lifting his hips, his other hand digging a lighter out of his front pocket. The action itself is mundane, and yet it’s so reminiscent of the way that he’d roughly bucked upward into your mouth in the very same spot yesterday, a rushing flood of warmth pools in your gut at the sight.

He catches you staring, the corner of his mouth tilting upward with a knowing smirk as he brushes the soft, loose strands out his long hair out of his face. As with most days, the topknot was quickly dismantled after he arrived home, your fingers tugging away the elastic while he pressed you against the kitchen counter and kissed you thoroughly in greeting. 

“I seem to remember you saying how sexy I looked when I smoked, once upon a time," he teases.

You roll your eyes. “Well yeah, before we were dating. When you were just that serious, broody Devil Hunter, looking all…” You trail off, waving your hands in the air for emphasis, “...mysterious and dangerous with your katana and cigarettes.”

Cigarette now propped loosely between his lips, he raises an eyebrow as he speaks around it, “What changed?”

“Now you kiss me with that mouth,” you pout, reaching out for the offending object.

Aki leans sideways, just out of your reach, chuckling as he intercepts your hand and threads your fingers together. “I help protect the world from fucked up supernatural entities for a living. I feel like I should be allowed to have one vice, at minimum.”

“You snore,” you retort without missing a beat.

He clicks his tongue. “Not as loud as you do.”

An indignant noise escapes your mouth as you launch forward to make another pass at the cigarette dangling from Aki’s lips, catching him off guard this time. The couch groans in protest beneath you as your limbs weave and tangle, and the resulting scuffle somehow finds you straddling his thigh as he holds the stick just out of your reach in an outstretched hand.

At a stalemate, you sigh dramatically, “No sex till you quit, then.”

Aki’s eyes widen, and he doesn’t hesitate to flick the cigarette clear across the room, going so far as to kick the rest of the pack off of the table as well. 

“That was disturbingly easy,” you snort.

He shrugs, “I might struggle without cigarettes, but I think I’d actually die without fucking you.”

Both of his hands now free, he brings them to rest on your hips, fingers sliding up the hem of your shirt—his shirt. It takes you a moment to come up with any sort of a comeback, your senses distracted by the slow, deliberate drag of his fingertips along the waistband of your panties. You hadn’t quite made it back into pants after showering earlier.

All you can manage on an exhale is a slightly shaky, “Is that so?

He levels you with a stare, suddenly tugging at the right side of the waistband and letting it snap against your hip bone. “As if you’d be able to hold up your end of the bargain.”

Ignoring the way every nerve ending in your body goes alight at even the slightest suggestive touch from him, you mutter, “I could.”

Aki’s responding laugh is warm and rich, an edge of mischief in his tone as he grasps your waist more firmly and drawls, “I don’t think so.”

Any trace of an argument dies on your lips when he subtly shifts the leg that you’re straddling, a smug grin tracking across his face when he watches your back arch at the feeling of his thigh pressing firmly against your cunt. He holds your gaze, pushing his leg directly upward this time to pointedly increase the pressure between your legs.

“I—” 

Aki slides two fingers between his leg and your mound, dragging them against your cunt to feel the damp arousal already soaking through your cotton panties. Leaning in, a shiver courses through your body as his lips brush against the shell of your ear to murmur, “Are you really going to try to lie to me when you’re this wet?”

A whine crawls up your throat as you ever so slightly rock into his touch, and Aki’s responding chuckle is like kindling to the embers churning in your gut.

“That’s what I thought,” he rasps.

He can read you like a fucking book.

You let out a sound of frustration as he pulls his hand away, only to inhale sharply when he grasps your hips once more and begins to firmly drag you along his leg.

“Aki,” you moan, fairly certain that your slick arousal has soaked its way through to his slacks but far too turned on to care.

And given the sight of his own lust-blown pupils, the way his chest has begun to heave, you know he wants you to make a mess.

“C’mon,” he murmurs, repeating his previous motion as his lips go to your neck, all but begging you to ride his thigh.

It’s not worth the effort of trying to save face, trying to act like you’re capable of mustering up the wherewithal to deny him. As insatiable as Aki Hayakawa is for you, the sentiment goes both ways—and fuck if he doesn’t know it.

There’s something that feels particularly filthy about this—rutting against the firm muscle of Aki’s thigh, whimpering like a bitch in heat while he loosens the knot in his black tie and flicks open the top buttons of his pressed, white shirt. The peek of his chest reveals a fading red mark you’d left behind days ago, and the memory of your teeth sinking into his soft skin as he edged you to the point of tears makes you clench against his leg. His fitted black slacks, meanwhile, have been reduced to a wet, slippery runway for your eager cunt.

You reach down to untuck Aki’s shirt from his pants, and he inhales sharply when your fingers brush over the erection that’s straining painfully against the confines of his zipper. His answering moans as you grasp him through the material spur you on, thrusting you near the edge of the precipice of your rapidly building arousal. 

“Come for me.”

His rough, commanding tone is all it takes to send you toppling into searing waves of pleasure, his mouth capturing your own in a heady, messy kiss while his hands guide your hips through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Your nerves are still humming when Aki gently takes you out of his lap and lays you down across the couch cushions, eyes remaining ablaze with lustful intent as he hovers over top of you. There’s a sensation crawling along the curve of your jaw—Aki’s finger. He slowly makes his way across your face, pausing to press down against your bottom lip when he reaches your mouth.

There’s a satisfied look in his eyes when he tracks the unconscious movement of your tongue darting out to swipe across the tip of the digit as your lips automatically fall open.

“You give me a hard time, but you like having things in your mouth, too, don’t you?” He asks huskily. 

He slides his finger further between your lips, groaning quietly in satisfaction as you moan for him, tongue greedily wrapping around the digit. Knowing just one isn’t quite enough, he adds another, his other hand cupping your sensitive pussy. Drool pools in your mouth as you suck on his fingers, need blistering through your body again as he firmly presses into your fluttering entrance through your ruined panties, the slick, wet material sliding against your tight walls.

You shamelessly whine when he pulls his saliva-covered fingers from your mouth, though the disappointment is quickly replaced by a sharp pang of need when cups your chin, drags his thumb over your bottom lip, and murmurs, “Open.”

Your lips part for him as Aki leans down, spitting roughly into your mouth at the same moment that he tugs your panties aside and slides a finger into your soaked cunt. The dual sensation has you writhing beneath him, moaning his name and jerking your hips into his touch.

Dizzy with need, all you can do is nod when he groans down at the sight beneath him and chuckles, “You want more, don't you?"

More fingers.

More spit.

More warm, sticky arousal staining Aki's pants and the couch cushions beneath you.

More everything.

Your mouth falls open wider with a moan when Aki slides another finger into your pussy, thumb massaging your throbbing clit as he pumps the digits in and out. He spits in your mouth again, and you eagerly swallow it down. 

But your entire body is on fire, and it’s not enough. So he stretches you open even wider with three digits, muttering with a boyish smirk how greedy you are as you begin to outright fuck yourself on his fingers. You lift the upper half of your body toward him, lips still hanging open, and something feral flashes across his face as he pulls his fingers all the way out of you, spits in your mouth, and then plunges them deep back into your pussy just as your throat bobs.

Aki makes a rhythm out of it—pump, spit, pump, spit—until the tightly-wrapped coil in your gut snaps, and you sob in pleasure as your climax gushes from you, squirting all over his palm and up the white sleeve of his shirt.

“Fuck,” Aki exhales, dragging a hand through his hair as he looks down at your debauched form, tits spilling out of your rucked up t-shirt, cum dripping from your glistening folds.

And even though your limbs feel entirely boneless, your cunt pulses with anticipation anyway at the clink of his belt as he takes out his thick, flushed cock and rubs its leaking head against your overstimulated clit.

— likes, comments, &/or reblogs are greatly appreciated!

#aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa #chainsaw man fanfiction #chainsaw man #csm #chainsaw man smut #aki hayakawa smut #dee writes

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

Summary: You and Ghost are sitting on the couch, cuddling together, when you suddenly bite him

This is based on the fact that sometimes I want to bite the people I love, not in a weird sexual way, that's just one way I show my extreme love for people I'm close to.

Warnings: mentions cigarettes

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Me and Simon were sitting on the sofa, cuddling under a fluff, soft blanket, watching some UK TV show. Yesterday we both got home from a month long mission, so it's really nice to just relax.

Simon, as usual, is me personal human heater, especially under this blanket. It's good though because it was currently December in Manchester. He smells like cedarwood and cigarettes, since he smokes on occasion. He was wearing his favorite black hoodie, gray sweatpants, and his balaclava. His hands resting on my waist, head resting on the top of my head.

My hand and head resting on his chest, hearing his heart beat. I'm wearing a gray tank top, fuzzy pajama pants. My legs were laying across his lap. We were cuddling in comfortable silence, minus the TV.

I move my hand to lift the bottom of his hoodie so I can be in the hoodie with him, he wasn't wearing anything underneath the hoodie, heat rises in my face. "What are you doing, babe" Simon asks, sounding confused. "You're really warm under here, Sime" I say, using one of the silly nickname I gave him when we first started dating.

I move my head to look at his face. I've seen what his face, and he's beautiful, but I feel like this is the "true" him, him wearing his mask, since he seems the most comfortable like this.

I lift the side of his mask, he starts panicking a bit. "Don't worry, babe, I just wanna look at your neck" I say, I may not be able to see his face, but I could tell he was flustered, going to red in the face.

I reposition myself, so my legs are resting next to Simon's hips, I lean over to his neck and bite him, not hard it was a little nibble with a bit of pressure.

"Y/n, what was that for" Simon says, somewhere in between yelling and talking. I look up at him, "Showing you my love" I say.

"So, you bit me?" He asks, I could tell he was raising his eyebrow, in confusion.

"Yes, that's one of my love languages"

"What's the other one"

"Affection"

I then left up his mask and kiss him on his slightly chaped lips. Once I was done, I put the mask back.

I then rest my temple against his chin and close my eyes.

"I love you"

"I love you, Sime"

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I have no idea how to do the read more thing so if yall know please tell me

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

PLEASE can you do part 2 of jealousy with tommy lee

Jealousy (part 2) » Tommy Lee

Pairings: Stepdad!Tommy Lee x Stepdaughter!Reader

Summary: Tommy is jealous when he finds out that his 18 year old stepdaughter is going on a date.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, age gap (reader is 18), dirty talk, kissing, fingering, blowjob, unprotected sex, rough sex, daddy kink, praise kink, size kink, spanking, orgasm denial, use of pet names

A/N: This is part 2 to @marvelobsessed134 request and thank you to the lovely anonymous person who asked for a part 2🩵 part 1 can be found in my Tommy Lee (Sebastian Stan) Master List

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You walked in the house with a smile on your face, quietly closing the door behind you. You froze when the living room light turned on.

“What time is it?” Tommy asks, taking an inhale from his cigarette.

“Almost 1am.” You answered.

“I thought I told you to come home before midnight.” He says, blowing smoke out of his mouth.

“You did, but mom said I could stay out late.” You tell him. “Besides, I’m 18 and I can do whatever the hell I want.” You say with attitude.

Tommy chuckles, putting his cigarette out in the ash tray that’s on the coffee table.

“Come here.” He says.

You slowly approached him. You yelped in surprise when Tommy grabbed your wrist and laid you across his lap. He bunched your dress up above your hips. You gasped when he ripped your panties off.

“Since you think you’re a big girl, then I’m sure you can take a spanking like one.” He says, rubbing his hand on your ass cheeks.

A whimper left your lips when he landed a harsh smack on your ass, your skin stinging. Another harsh smack was landed on your ass. He did that sixteen more times. By the time he was done spanking you, your ass was red as a cherry and your eyes were teary. Your pussy was also dripping wet. He practically manhandled you to get you to sit upright.

“Get on your fucking knees.” Tommy demands.

You practically scrambled off of his lap and got on the floor in between his spread thighs. You watched as he unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans, pulling down his jeans just enough for his hard cock to spring out. You couldn’t help but stare at his size. You knew he was big from what you felt earlier, but you didn’t know that he was this big.

“It’s not gonna suck itself.” He says, gesturing to his cock.

Your hand wrapped around his cock and pumped it a few times before you licked the underside of his cock from his base to his tip. You moaned when his precum got on your tongue. You wrapped your lips around his tip and slowly took his whole cock in your mouth. Tommy grew impatient. He placed his hand on the back of your head and pushed your head the rest of the way down. You gagged when his tip hit the back of your throat. The tip of your nose was practically touching his lower abdomen. He gathered your head, putting it in a ponytail. He helped you bob your head up and down on his cock. You placed your hands on his thighs, your nails digging in his skin. Tears rolled down your cheeks every time his tip hit the back of your throat. Drool pooled inside of your mouth and dripped out of the corner of your mouth.

“Tell me, baby girl…” Tommy starts. “Do you enjoy making me jealous?” He asks.

You tried your best to shake your head no.

“Then why did you make me jealous by going on that ridiculous date with that boy?” He asks.

A small laugh left Tommy’s lips.

“Oh that’s right. Your mouth is too full to answer.” He chuckles.

You whined around his cock, looking up at him innocently.

“Fuck…” Tommy panted, tilting his head back against the couch.

His grip on your hair tightened causing you to whimper. Tommy felt his orgasm start to build up. His hips moved upwards, thrusting in your mouth to chase his high. Soon his orgasm was nearing and he came in your mouth. Tommy let go of your hair and pulled his cock out of your mouth, tapping his tip against your lips.

“Swallow.” He says.

You swallowed his cum and opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue to show him that you swallowed all of it.

“Good girl.” Tommy praises. “Hands and knees.” He demands, pointing at the spot next to him on the couch.

You stood up from the floor, your knees red from being on the floor for so long. You got on your hands and knees next to Tommy, patiently waiting for him to make the next move. He maneuvered himself so he was face to face with your pussy. A loud gasp left your lips when Tommy licked a stripe from your clit to your entrance.

“God damn, I knew your pussy would taste good.” Tommy says.

You expected him to eat you out, but he didn’t. He unexpectedly slid two fingers in your pussy, earning a moan from you. You quickly grabbed the couch pillow in front of you, moaning into it so you didn’t wake your mom. Tommy’s fingers fucked you relentlessly. His fingers curled inside of you, almost immediately hitting your sweet spot. Your hands clutched the pillow. Tommy’s other fingers rubbed your clit fast. Your arms gave out on you and your chest was against the couch while your ass was in the air, on full display for Tommy. That created a new angle for Tommy’s fingers. You already knew that you weren’t going to last long with his fingers fucking you like this. Before you knew it, your orgasm was beginning to build up. Your pussy squeezed around his fingers, letting him know that you’re going to cum soon. Tommy stopped his movements with his fingers and abruptly pulled his fingers out of your pussy, making you whine in frustration. That earned you a smack on your ass.

“Stop your fucking whining.” Tommy says.

You felt Tommy moving behind you. He lined his cock at your tight entrance and thrusted his cock inside of you in one hard thrust.

“Tell me, baby…” He starts. “Did you let that boy touch what’s mine?” He asks.

“I let him kiss me.” You say quietly.

Tommy wrapped your hair around his hand and pulled you up so your back was against the front of his body.

“Daddy can’t hear you. Speak up.” He says.

“I let him kiss me.” You repeated, saying it a little louder.

“Is that all you two did?” He asks.

“W-We made out in his car.” You stuttered through a moan.

Tommy chuckles before letting go of your hair. His hand pushed you forward, your head hitting the couch pillow. His thrusts were relentless.

“You have no idea how much fucking trouble you’re in, baby.” He says.

Tommy grasped your hips tightly and began thrusting harder than he did earlier. The smell of sex filled the living room. You could feel every vein of his cock rubbing against your walls. Your moans were muffled by the couch pillow.

“You really thought you could get away with going out with that boy, huh?” Tommy says with jealousy in his voice.

“I-I- oh fuck!” You moaned in the pillow. “I can do whatever the hell I want.” You say, trying to sound confident which didn’t last long.

Tommy leaned over you, his chest touching your back.

“That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart.” Tommy whispers in your ear. “You’re fucking mine.” He practically growls.

A loud moan was muffled by the pillow when his cock hit your sweet spot. You felt your orgasm building up again.

“D-Daddy, please let me cum!” You whimpered desperately.

“I don’t think so, honey. You’re not cumming till I do.” He says.

You whined in frustration again which earned you another harsh smack on your ass.

“What the hell did I say about whining?” He asks.

“Not to.” You say.

“Then quit your fucking whining before I give you something to whine about.” He says.

Pleasure took over your body and your legs began to shake. You felt your orgasm coming closer and closer to the edge, but you knew Tommy would deny you again if you said anything. His thrusts got sloppier when his orgasm was building up.

“Fuck…” Tommy moans.

After a few more thrusts, Tommy came inside of you. He reached his hand around to your front, blindly finding your clit and began rubbing it. Your pussy clenched around his cock.

“Cum.” Is all he says.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you moaned loudly into the pillow as you came harder than you did earlier. Your cum dripped down your inner thighs and soaked Tommy’s cock. His thrusts came to a stop and he pulled out. He watched as his and your cum mixture dripped out of your pussy for a moment before pulling his jeans up and buckling his belt, along with zipping and buttoning his jeans.

“Go get cleaned up and go to bed.” Tommy says, patting your ass.

You stood up from the couch, your legs a little wobbly.

“One more thing…” He stops you in your tracks. “You’re not seeing that boy again.” He says.

You just scoffed and went upstairs to your bedroom to change out of your dress and to clean up. Little did Tommy know that you have another date with that boy next Saturday. You were definitely going to enjoy making your stepdad more jealous than he already is.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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[eyelessfaces]

please, run away while you still can

llewyn davis x reader

summary: llewyn is used to things turning to shit by now. this time, he tries to anticipate it.

warnings: angst, insecurities, llewyn being self destructive and trying to sabotage the one good thing in his life because he's like that, cigarettes because it's llewyn

tags: gn!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort

word count: 1.7k

I haven't posted any actual fic in like two months what the fuck

This sight is growing to be so familiar to you, and unlike your other friends, you don’t mind. Quite the opposite, actually. It’s early, but Llewyn is up already, smoking his first cigarette of the day by the window like you had asked him to.

“Did you miss sleeping on the couch?” you half-joke, tearing him out of his thoughts, and that’s when he turns to you that you notice the obvious saddened frown over his face.

You had known something was wrong, but your mind had been too hazy with sleep to truly make out what was up. He had left your bedroom in the middle of the night, and when you reached for his arm so he wouldn’t go, he disregarded it, still leaning over to leave a kiss at your temple.

Now that you were fully awake, you were pretty confused as to why he had wanted to sleep on your worn out couch when he could have slept in your much more comfortable bed, now that things were clear between you.

“I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to bother you by tossing and turning all night long.” he mumbles as his gaze shifts towards the couch, a thick blanket messily thrown over it. He sighs as he puts his cigarette out in the ashtray you had specifically bought for him. “I should go. I’ll ask Joy if I can spend a few days there” he declares as he picks up his discarded pants on the floor. You hadn’t even noticed he had brought them with him in the living room. You frown as he puts them on, closing the window before turning back to him.

“You can stay here, you know. I don’t mind.” he looks up and raises an eyebrow at you as he buckles his belt. “I actually enjoy having you around, despite what you might think.” you nod.

He nibbles on his bottom lip as he looks around for his patterned shirt, which might have stayed in your bedroom. He hadn’t truly planned on leaving yet when he left the bedroom, after all.

“I know you do.” he exhales, “That’s the problem” he mutters under his breath, kinda hoping for it to go unnoticed, but you’re studying him hard enough to make out what he’s saying.

“Llewyn wh– What’s wrong?” you frown and sigh, plopping down onto your couch, reaching for his hand. 

“Why–” he sighs, slightly shaking his head. “What are you doing with me.” he rhetorically asks, sitting down next to you. It’s stupid that he sat down with you, it will be even harder for him to leave now.

Your hand settles at the nape of his neck, and your thumb rubs that spot under his ear, just the way you know he likes, just the way it appeases him.

“That has to be the stupidest question you’ve ever asked me.” 

“I’m serious.” he sighs.

“So am I.” you say, shifting closer to him. “What’s this about?” you ask, a hand resting at his knee.

“I’m the worst guy you could get” he declares, a small, stupid chuckle leaving his mouth as he says the words. He means it. You can see it with the way he’s avoiding your gaze, with the way he’s trying to pick the loose ends of the seams of his pants. 

“Why are you saying things like that? I’d consider myself to be lucky, actually.” you frown, taking a hold of his hands, so he wouldn’t tear apart one of the few pairs of pants in his possession, but especially to show him that you’re meaning what you said.

“No, I am lucky. You, you’re setting yourself up sweetheart.” he declares as his thumbs brush the back of your hands, when one part of him wants to push them away to make this all easier.

"I have nothing to give you." He should have left in the middle of the night. It would have been much easier. No explanations needed, no hard goodbyes. "I'm not good enough for you, I’m a mess.” he fiddles with your fingers, looking down at them as he talks. 

You tighten your grip onto his hand, squeezing hard enough to draw a reaction out of him. He looks up at you, making eye contact with you for the first time since you both woke up.

“What the hell are you talking about, Llewyn” you shake your head, astounded that he thinks so little of himself when you have always been so admirative of him, so impressed by everything he does, so enamored with him.

“I’ll hurt you too, I’ll fuck this up like I fuck everything else up” he says as he pinches his lips. You can see the weight of the world in the brown of his eyes. “I’ll say or do something stupid at some point, something that’ll hurt you, that’ll make you regret this all, it’s not too late for you to go.”

“It is”

He frowns, looking confused as if you just said the stupidest thing he's ever heard in his whole life.

“Why?” he snorts, an almost offended expression over his face, and you can see he’s beginning to lose patience; you know how he is, and you know this could quickly turn into a much more complicated conversation if you don’t do something quickly.

“Because I love you, you fucking idiot.” you say squeezing his hand again. “That’s what’s wrong with you. You’re an idiot for not realizing this.”

He closes his eyes, letting go of your hand, shaking his head before he gets up from the couch. You're quick to follow, ready to prevent him from doing anything stupid.

He turns, opens his mouth to talk again, and you know he's prepared to say something neither of you is gonna like, because that's his habit of defense.

“Shut up. I’m not letting you fuck this up deliberately." you stop him, and he sighs as you follow him to your window where he picks up the pack of cigarettes he left there. "I would be a fucked up idiot to let you go. Even more fucked up than you think you are" you joke as you snatch the pack from his hands, and he snorts. "I know what I'm doing with you. Trust me" you nod, and his lips pinch in a defeated smile.

You throw his cigarettes onto the couch, and he tuts and sighs. You grab his arm to stop him from going there. "Hey." you call, gripping his arm tight, and he turns to you. "I love you." you nod, and he falters and huffs out the breath he didn't even realize he had been holding, and takes you in his arms. 

He holds you, tight. Borderline too tight, but you know he needs it so you don't say anything. You rub his back up and down, your chin settled over his shoulder; you feel his warm breath against your skin as he buries his face into your neck, his beard pleasantly tickling the area. 

"I'm sorry angel" he eventually whispers, before letting go of his tight grip on you. His hand comes to settle at your cheek, and he looks at you like he has already fucked it all up. "I know I'm an asshole. But I’d be miserable without you. I'm sorry" he repeats as his dark eyes study your whole face, looking for any hint of how you feel about him at this moment. Your faces are just inches away, and yet he still can't tell what is beyond your eyes.

Maybe that's it, you hate him. Maybe this is the moment this turns to shit. 

"Please, say something." he chuckles, helpless. It didn't happen often, but he was pretty sure he could burst into tears at any moment now. He would hate you to see that.

And he would have left already, if this was anyone else. 

Now he realizes he probably should have, it would have been easier for the both of you. 

He should have thrown a tantrum like he’s so used to, should have been selfish and should have hurt your feelings, so he could leave being angry, so the pill would be easier to swallow.

But hurting your feelings was the last thing he wanted; even though in this case, it would be for your own good, so you wouldn’t have to bear this burden, so you wouldn’t have him slowly poisoning your life like a cancer progressively eating you until nothing’s left, like a wave of toxicity swallowing you whole.

You weakly smile at him, and brush back his curls when you see the beaten expression over his face. He looks like he’s decomposing, his eyes about to fall out from how hard he’s repressing what’s trying to escape.

You leave a kiss at his nose, it’s random and you do it with no forethought, but it’s the only thing you can think of at the moment.

A sigh of relief escapes his mouth when he sees you're not mad at him, and his forehead comes to rest against yours.

“Sorry.” he mutters under his breath, shaking his head as he closes his eyes. 

“It’s okay.” you declare as you cup his jaw, your nails softly scratching his beard. "Just don't leave, please."

“I won't” he mutters in a whisper, just loud enough for you to hear. “I don’t actually wanna go to my sister’s”

You snort, turning away, and it’s his turn to grab you by the arm, pulling you back to him.

"I'm miserable, c'mon, kiss me. Please”

A small chuckle leaves your mouth, before it comes to slot against his.

His breath smells of cigarette and his lips are chapped and rough from the cold, but the way they move against yours with ease reminds you of why you like kissing him. He hums softly as his hand comes to cradle the back of your head, pulling you closer. 

"Breakfast?" you ask as you pull away, smiling at him and playing with a curl behind his ear like nothing even happened, because you know that's what he wants. 

He mirrors your smile, leaving a quick kiss at your lips before plopping down onto the couch, lighting himself another cigarette. 

"Breakfast." he nods, walking to the window when he remembers you want him to smoke there.

Maybe he'll fuck this up at some point, but he'll stay with you as long as you still want him.

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[writingdumpster]

smoke

pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, cigarettes, oral male and fem receiving, cum eating, p in v, daddy! kink, size kink, overstimulation, fingering

summary: Pretty much just porn. You and Eddie share a cigarette.

word count: 3,275

Eddie was having a bad day. You had left for work before he woke up and he hadn’t gotten to see you. He’d gotten chewed out by his boss for his “unprofessional” appearance. He forgot the lunch you packed him at home and had to eat shitty food from the mini-mart across from his job. Now he was sitting on the couch waiting for you to return home as he mindlessly watched television.

He sighed and pulled a cigarette out of the pack sitting on the side table. He lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. Just as he exhaled his first drag, you walked through the door. His heart skipped a beat, overjoyed that he was finally getting to see you. You had missed Eddie just as much and hadn’t had a much better day. Eddie was starting to rise from the couch when you walked towards him.

You took the cigarette from between Eddie’s lips and straddled his hips, molding your lips against his. You could taste the tobacco, still fresh on his tongue. Eddie’s hand moved to your hip and then slid up to your waist as the kiss continued. He hummed involuntarily and you smirked against his lips. His large hands sprawled against you, feeling the curves of your body as he lost himself in the kiss.

You pulled away finally, Eddie leaning forward towards you to keep his lips connected with yours for as long as he could. You smiled softly at him. You raised the cigarette up to your mouth, taking a short drag before holding it out to Eddie again. He turned his head to press a kiss to your hand before letting you put it back between his upturned lips.

“I missed you all day,” you sighed.

“I missed you too, baby,” he replied, the cigarette dangling between his lips. You leaned into Eddie’s body, tucking your head into his neck as your chest fell against his. Eddie hummed contentedly. You sat like that for a few minutes, Eddie running his fingertips along your back comfortingly as he smoked. Eventually he leaned over to put the cigarette butt in the ashtray. After you felt like you had decompressed, you had something else on your mind.

“Eddie?” You called.

“Hmm?” You were still chest to chest with Eddie, refusing to put any space between you. He was completely absorbed in the feeling of you in his arms.

“Had a bad day. Need daddy to make it better,” you told him. Eddie smirked above you.

“Is that right, princess?” He teased you. You leaned away so you could meet his eyes.

“Please, daddy,” you whined. You gave him your best puppy dog eyes.

“What do you want, baby?” He asked. You tilted your head in thought.

“Can I suck your cock, daddy?” You requested. Eddie gave you a sweet smile.

“Of course you can, baby,” he told you.

“Thank you, daddy.” You climbed off Eddie’s lap so you could settle in front of him on your knees. You reached up and ran your hand over the crotch of Eddie’s pants. Eddie groaned quietly. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side. You pulled at his belt, unlinking the buckle and then pulling at Eddie’s jeans. He lifted his hips from the couch to let you slide his pants and boxers down. He was already half hard when you reached up to take him in your hand.

“Take yours off too, baby. Want to see you,” Eddie told you. You rose back to your feet, tugging your pants off along with your shirt and bra, You left on your thong, always loving it when Eddie took your panties off for you. You sank back down to your knees and began stroking Eddie again.

“That’s it, good girl. Make your daddy feel good,” Eddie ordered. You spit onto your hand and began stroking him gently. You hummed in approval as he grew to his full size. You smiled at Eddie keeping your eyes locked with his as you leaned towards him. You stuck your tongue out and licked a delicate circle around the tip of his cock. Eddie chuckled darkly.

“If you want daddy to make it better for you then you should be a good girl,” Eddie said.

“I am being good, daddy! Just gotta warm up,” you said. “Your cock is too big. It’s hard to fit it in my mouth.” Eddie grinned. You kept moving your hand up and down his thick shaft.

“Hard to fit it in your pussy too, baby. I fuck you everyday and you’re still always so tight around me,” he said. Your face burned and embarrassment spread over your face. “What? You embarrassed by how bad you need me all the time?” Eddie teased. You were silent. “Answer me.”

“Yes, daddy,” you said obediently. Eddie reached out and ran his fingertips over your cheek.

“Don’t be, sweetheart,” Eddie cooed. “Your daddy needs you just as bad. Now get to work,” he ordered.

“Yes, daddy,” you responded. You leaned down, opening your mouth wide. You kept your tongue over your teeth, widening it out as you took Eddie in your mouth. He was thick and long and in the last two years of your relationship you’d never been able to get him entirely down your throat. You worked what you couldn’t in your hands, rotating them as you stroked up and down with both. You focused on Eddie’s tip at first, hollowing your cheeks out and sucking firmly on the head of his cock. You ran your tongue over the ridge where his shaft became the head and he groaned loudly. You swallowed around his tip.

“Fuck, angel,” Eddie breathily gasped. “So good to me,” he praised. You hummed around him and he shuddered. You took one hand off his shaft and moved it to his balls, tugging on them and rolling them in your hand gently. Eddie’s hand shot down to your hair, pulling you quickly off his cock.

“No more, baby. I want to fuck you,” Eddie said. You whined in disapproval.

“I want to taste your cum, daddy,” you complained. Eddie smirked. He loved how dirty you were. You didn’t have much experience before him, but you were open to Eddie’s experimentation and had become just as kinky as him.

“I’ll let you taste it after I fuck you, baby. I promise,” he said. “Get up here.” He patted his lap. You whined again, but followed his instructions, straddling him. Eddie reached between your legs and slipped his ring and middle fingers into your underwear, running them through your folds.

“Ah! Eds!” You gasped and your hips shot up. You were sensitive. You had been desperate for him all day and it wasn’t going to take much to make you come.

“Jesus christ, princess,” Eddie responded. “I barely even touched you,” he said. He kept moving his fingers against you. “And you’re soaked.”

“I’ve needed you all day, daddy,” you whined. Eddie slipped his fingers inside you. “Oh…” You gasped under your breath. Eddie chuckled.

“What were you thinking about all day?” Eddie asked. He kept moving his fingers in and out of you in a slow and teasing rhythm.

“The day we moved in,” you said, “When you fucked me on the floor because we didn’t have a mattress,” you said. Eddie smirked. He began rubbing the pads of his fingers against your walls, curling his knuckles against you. You moaned dramatically and your hips stuttered. Eddie steadied you with his free hand.

“How many times did I make you come that day?” He asked. You didn’t respond, too focused on the feeling of Eddie’s fingers inside you. The hand that was on your hip released you and moved to give your ass a quick spank. “How many?” He asked again.

“Four,” you said. Eddie hummed in approval. He hooked his wrist underneath your body so he could angle his thumb against your clit. You cried out in pleasure and your nails dug into Eddie’s shoulders.

“Your record,” Eddie commented. You nodded, right on the edge of your orgasm. Eddie smirked. “Why don’t we try to break it?” He scraped his teeth down your neck and that small sensation brought down the dam you had been trying to keep up and you came hard.

“Oh, fuck!” You cried. Your hips fell down harder onto Eddie’s hand as you struggled to hold yourself up. Eddie kept moving inside you, not wanting to give you any reprieve. “Unghh, daddy!” You whined incoherently. “I need a second,” you gasped.

“You’ll get a second, darling. I told you we’re breaking your record,” he joked. You didn’t have the capacity to laugh as his thumb continued to move relentlessly against your clit. You whimpered as you felt your second orgasm approaching.

“Gonna come again, daddy!” you whined.

“Go on then, baby. Be a good girl for your daddy,” Eddie said, his voice smooth as silk. You leaned your head into Eddie’s shoulder as you came again. Eddie felt your pussy flexing around his fingers, squeezing at his digits and pulling him deeper inside you. He scissored his fingers inside you.

“Ahahhh!” You screamed. “Wait! Wait!” You gasped. Eddie decided to give you mercy and slipped his fingers out of you. You leaned away from his shoulder. Eddie smiled softly when he saw the tears on your cheeks.

“Such a cry baby,” Eddie cooed lovingly. “So sensitive even though I give you exactly what you want.” He wiped the tears off your cheeks. You looked down between your bodies and licked your lips. You reached back down to take Eddie’s cock in your hand. He let you make a few strokes before he grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

“No, sweetheart. I’ve got more to do with you,” Eddie said. You pouted and sighed dramatically, batting your eyelashes at him. “That’s not gonna work today,” he told you. “Stand up.” You sighed again but rose from his lap. Eddie turned his body and laid along the length of the couch. You started to move towards Eddie’s hips,

“Ah, ah ah,” he tutted. He reached out to you with his hands. “Up here.” He tilted his head to signal what he meant. You hummed in approval. Much as you wanted Eddie’s cock, you loved to ride his face.

You straddled his face, a knee on either side of his head. You were lowering yourself slowly when Eddie grabbed your hips and yanked you towards him.

“Fuck, yes!” You gasped. Eddie’s tongue was warm against your folds, licking stripes up your lips, tongue flat against your hole. Eddie ignored your clit. His nose would bump against the sensitive bud occasionally, but he was doing his best to tease you. You got impatient and started grinding against Eddie’s face to get him where you wanted him. He chuckled and you realized that’s what he had wanted.

You moved your hips roughly against Eddie’s tongue and you felt yourself getting close again. Eddie could tell by the way your hips had lost their rhythm and how your moans grew more intense. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you tight against his mouth, sucking harshly on your clit as he flicked it with his tongue inside his mouth.

“Mmhng! Daddy!” The sounds you made were mostly incoherent but it didn’t take a detective to know you were coming. Your chest heaved as pleasure ran through you like electricity. You lifted yourself off Eddie’s mouth to escape the stimulation as you began to come down.

“You taste so good, princess,” Eddie said as he looked up at you.

“I still want a taste of you,” you reminded Eddie. You shifted down his body so you were straddling his hips.

“Yes, ma’am. You’ll get a taste of daddy’s cum. I promise,” Eddie said.

“Can I have your cock now, daddy? Please?” You begged.

“Yeah, princess, you can. And I’m even going to let you ride me,” Eddie said. Your face lit up in a smile. You quickly started moving to line yourself up with Eddie’s cock. Eddie chuckled at your eagerness.

“Don’t laugh, daddy!” You pouted. Eddie reached out and rested his hand on your thigh, giving you a loving squeeze.

“I’m not making fun, baby. You’re just so cute,” Eddie told you. You let your pout turn into a smile. “Go on then, sweetheart. Give your daddy a ride,” Eddie called. Your cheeks heated but you got back to business, sliding Eddie’s tip through your folds a few times before you began to sink down onto him.

Eddie’s cock was big. It wasn’t just long. It was thick too. You always needed time to adjust to it, even after two years. However, you were soaked and you had never had an easier time sliding down onto Eddie’s cock.

“I love the way you fill me up, daddy,” you murmured. You had sunk all the way down onto Eddie’s cock and you stilled as you tried to adjust to how big he was. Eddie reached up to your stomach and pressed his hand against it. He could feel his cock pressing against your stomach. He groaned roughly.

“What are you waiting for, baby? Make yourself come,” Eddie growled up to you. You moaned at his words and began moving your hips slowly against Eddie’s body. You leaned over him, caging him to the couch and rocked back and forth against him.

“Oh, daddy,” you moaned. You began moving faster as you found a good rhythm. You leaned away from Eddie’s body and began bouncing up and down on Eddie’s cock. Eddie smiled as he watched you taking your pleasure from him. Suddenly he grabbed your hips and lifted you off him. You glared down at him.

“What the hell?” You spat.

“Turn around. I wanna see your pretty ass, baby,” Eddie said. You smirked, despite being upset about the interruption, you always loved being complimented on your ass. You crawled around to face Eddie’s feet and then lined yourself back up and sank back down onto Eddie.

“Ohh,” you moaned. Eddie’s hands gripped your ass as you began moving up and down on him again. You were bouncing more and more quickly as you felt another orgasm approaching.

“I can feel you clenching on my cock, baby,” Eddie called. “Come again. You can do it, sweetheart,” Eddie encouraged. You gasped as you held your orgasm back. Eddie spanked you roughly. “I said come.” You screamed in pleasure as you let yourself explode and fall toward Eddie’s legs. Eddie tapped your ass lightly to signal for you to get off him once you’d recovered. Somehow you managed to slide off his cock and into a strange heap at one end of the couch. Before you could settle Eddie was grabbing your body and throwing you so that you laid straight along the couch.

“Eddie, I can’t anymore,” you whimpered. “Let me finish you off with my mouth,” you pleaded.

“No, sweetheart. Once more on my cock and then we’ll be done,” Eddie said. You whined slightly but spread your legs as he climbed back on top of you. He slid into you quickly.

“You feel so good, baby. So tight. So warm,” Eddie murmured. He started moving his hips slowly at first, letting you recover a bit from the overstimulation you were feeling. He grabbed the leg that wasn’t locked in by couch cushions and pushed it out to spread you wide for himself. You cried out suddenly.

“Oh god, Eddie!” You sobbed. Eddie reached up and wiped the tears that were falling from your eyes. He began moving his hips faster. He grabbed onto one of your breasts in a way that would surely leave bruises.

“Come for me,” Eddie murmured as he hammered into you. You let out a little gasp with each thrust of his hips. He reached down and pushed his thumb against your clit. He rubbed his thumb in little circles.

“I think I’m gonna pee, Eddie!” You whimpered. Eddie chuckled darkly.

“You’re not. Just relax, honey. You’ll feel so fucking good,” he murmured down to you.

“Eddie–” you started to protest. Eddie could feel the way you were holding yourself back—the tightness of your muscles and the way you were holding your breath.

“Relax, honey. Let go. You’re gonna feel amazing. I promise,” You gave a small nod as you let your body relax. Your orgasm overtook you immediately and you screamed in pleasure.

“Oh my god! Eddie, yes!” You cried. Eddie sped up his thrusts and thumb as you came and you gasped as you felt a warm fluid pouring out of you. You turned your head down to watch as you squirted all over Eddie’s cock. His abs were splattered with your cum as he continued to fuck into you. You gasped as you began coming down. You were flexing and clenching uncontrollably around Eddie’s cock as you came down.

“Oh fuck, honey,” Eddie groaned. “I’m gonna come.”

“In my mouth, Eddie,” you called. “I want to taste it,” you managed to say despite how delirious you were from the orgasm.

“Can’t, baby,” he gasped. He thrust deep into you. “Gotta mark this pussy up with my cum.” You felt his cum spurting into you. It was warm and it made you feel like you belonged to Eddie to have it inside you. Eddie pulled out of you and leaned back on his knees.

“I wanted to taste it,” you whined. “You promised.”

“Relax, princess. You’ll get a taste,” Eddie soothed. He shifted down the couch and leaned down. He dove his tongue into your pussy,

“Fuck, baby!” You gasped. You felt Eddie’s long tongue reaching deep inside you to coax out his cum. He held it in his mouth and then climbed up your body. He leaned down and kissed you. You opened your mouth and took his cum into your mouth, swallowing it greedily.

“Mmm,” you moaned as he pulled away. “Thank you, daddy.”

“You’re welcome, princess,” Eddie spoke tenderly. He kissed your forehead. He cradled you in his arms and pulled you into his lap as he sat up. You shifted so you were chest to chest with him, your head tucked into his neck—the same way you’d been when you got home. You hummed in contentment. Eddie ran his hands through your hair, undoing the tangles that had formed while he was fucking you. He seemed to get pleasure out of taking care of you.

Eddie reached over and grabbed the pack of cigarettes on the side table. He lit one and took a drag, blowing the smoke away from you. You leaned away from him and opened your mouth. Eddie smirked. He moved the cigarette to rest between your lips and held it for you as you took a drag. Eddie smiled as he watched you exhale. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, pulling you into a heart-stopping kiss. You hummed blissfully into Eddie’s mouth. He pulled away with a smile on his face.

Eddie put the cigarette between his lips. Before he could exhale his drag you kissed him again, letting him exhale the smoke into your lungs. You’d done it before. It was one of your favorite little rituals the two of you shared. There was something intimate about it that felt special—to know you were both breathing the same poisoned air. It was like you were both living and dying for each other in one moment. That’s why you loved it. It was the essence of your love for one another.

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[svltzmans]

it's nice to have a friend - f.g.

a/n: hiii i love fiona so much and i love writing for her 🫶 thank you to dinosaur anon for requesting this one! it actually brought me tons of comfort to write so i appreciate it so much

warnings: cigarette smoking, mentions of sex, not proofread!

"debs, can you please just eat the lunch i make you?"

"but i just had peanut butter and jelly yesterday."

"we've been over this, peanut butter and jelly is the cheapest and easiest."

debbie huffs, storming off and taking her paper lunch bag with her.

monday is fiona's least favorite day of the week, for countless reasons. she has to return to making lunches and hundreds of other chores to make sure every one of her siblings is ready and at school on time.

it hurts to not be seen and appreciated for the work she does every day to keep her family afloat, even though she knows her siblings are still young and don't understand the magnitude of the impact she has on their worlds.

after successfully encouraging liam to take a nap and sending the others off, fiona finally gets to sit on the couch and breathe.

before she knows it, she's waking up to lip and ian walking through the front door. she figures she must have fallen asleep, her exhaustion having finally caught up to her.

"you're such an idiot," lip sneers, clearly in the middle of a fight with his brother.

fiona sighs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and standing up.

"god, i need a cigarette," she mutters to herself, stepping outside onto the stairs and grabbing a lighter from her pocket.

"rough day, huh?" a voice asks from the sidewalk. fiona looks over to see her neighbor, y/n, standing in front of the house.

"to say the least," she responds, taking another puff of her cigarette.

"you know, if you ever want to sleep in or go out or something, i can watch the kids."

"for what, 100 an hour?" fiona asks, laughing to herself. she expects y/n to laugh too, but she's stonefaced.

"no, for nothing. i'm serious. i know it can't be easy dealing with this shit every day. you deserve a break."

fiona is shocked by y/n's response. she wasn't sure what to expect, but it wasn't free childcare.

"i'll let you know."

"cool. see you around."

fiona watches as y/n leaves, walking toward the grocery store on the corner. she can't help but be slightly suspicious of her offer, thinking she must want something in return. regardless, she smiles to herself, feeling like someone finally recognized how hard she is working.

"she definitely wants to get in your pants," lip insists. "she doesn't want any money?"

"no, she said she didn't. it does seem kinda suspicious, but she sounded so genuine about it."

"she must just be a really good flirt then."

"i don't know, lip. it seemed like she actually just wanted to help."

"okay, so let her. see what happens."

fiona lets herself imagine the possibility of having a few hours to herself. she could take herself out to eat, go on a walk, go to the store. she could do whatever she wanted with her day and not have to worry about her siblings being taken care of.

"i'll do it."

fiona stands tentatively on y/n's doorstep, debating on whether she should actually knock or not. lip could be right, or he could be completely misjudging the situation.

eventually, she forces herself to gently tap on the door, and it only takes a few seconds for y/n to open it.

"oh! hey fiona, what's going on?"

"i'm here to take you up on your offer."

"to watch the kids? yeah, of course. want me to come over now?

"that would be great, v and i are planning on going to get some dinner and drinks."

"sure, i can hang out with the kids until you get back."

"you're a lifesaver. how much do i owe you?" fiona feels inclined to pay y/n for her kind gesture, despite her declining money before.

"fiona, i told you you don't owe me anything. now, go enjoy your time with v."

reluctantly, fiona leaves for her dinner with v, silently praying that her siblings are in good hands.

y/n decides to cook something simple that she knows all the kids would enjoy, opting for pasta with a few different sauces to choose from.

fiona had told her siblings that their neighbor would be spending the afternoon in the house to make sure everything was under control, but they weren't expecting a meal.

"this is great, thank you y/n," ian smiles, finishing his plate and heading to his room.

the other kids nod in unison, agreeing with their brother's compliment.

y/n notices that liam had pretty much covered his entire face in sauce, and she can't help but to giggle to herself. she wipes his face clean with a cloth and gets the youngest gallagher ready for bed.

the rest of the siblings were used to their own routines and were in their rooms after dinner. in her solitude, y/n cleans the kitchen behind her, and eventually ends up giving the entire bottom floor a quick clean. she knows it would give fiona one less thing to worry about.

when fiona walks through the door at around midnight, she finds y/n sitting on the couch, watching whatever was on the television set.

"hey, welcome back. how was dinner?"

"really great. thank you again for doing th... did you clean the house?"

"yeah, i made the kids dinner and started by just cleaning up after myself, but i ended up just kinda doing the whole bottom floor."

"y/n this is... thank you so much. can i please pay you? at least a little bit? you are seriously amazing and i..." fiona stops, feeling herself start to ramble. she is in pure shock that anyone would care this much about her and her siblings. just out of the goodness of their heart.

"i'm happy to do this for you guys, seriously. you better not even dream about paying me, fiona," y/n smiles, feeling her heart grow warm seeing how much this meant to fiona.

"do you wanna, maybe stay? chat a little bit?"

"that sounds really nice, actually."

fiona and y/n quickly fall into stride with one another, and before they know it they have been talking for hours. they talk about just about everything, and by the end of it they are both feeling much more connected.

"shit, it's 3am," fiona laughs, finally looking at the clock.

"damn, that flew by. i should probably get some sleep."

"you and me both," fiona stands, y/n following suit.

"y/n?"

y/n turns, facing fiona.

"yeah?"

before y/n knows it, fiona is pulling her into a tight hug.

"thank you so much, again."

"any time. i mean it."

"before you leave, i have to give you something," fiona says, speed walking into the kitchen and returning with a small piece of paper.

"my number. if, you know, you wanna watch the kids again. or hang out with me, maybe," fiona smiles, nervously handing y/n the paper.

"both of the two will definitely be happening again," y/n responds, finally leaving the gallagher home and returning to her own.

the next day, fiona pulls lip aside.

"she's so amazing, lip. she really didn't want anything in return. she wanted to help. and she talked to me for hours."

"well, you better ask her on a date then, huh?"

"you think i should?"

"it seems like she's actually into you. and not just in a sex way."

fiona's cheeks turn a deep rose shade as she cracks a smile, earning a dry laugh from her brother.

"fi's in love!" he yells, running around the house as fiona chases.

when y/n wakes up the next morning, she's surprised to hear a gentle knock on her door.

when she opens it, she's surprised to see fiona on the other side, holding a bouquet of flowers.

"i know it's kinda early, but i wanted to give you these. and i wanted to ask if you wanted to go out for breakfast. my treat."

"it's never too early to see you, fiona. i'd love to go to breakfast with you. can i just have a second to change out of my pajamas?"

the pair both burst into laughter at the image of y/n in her pajamas, standing on the doorstep.

"that might be a good idea."

#fiona gallagher x fem reader #fiona gallagher x reader #fiona gallagher #fiona gallagher drabble #shameless x reader #shameless #shameless us #shameless fic #fiona gallagher fic #fiona gallagher x fem! reader

[taevbears]

Pandora's Box

Keep a fire burning, however small; however hidden

⤑ pairing: Hoseok x reader ⤑ genre: angst, one-shot ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ word count: 3.1k ⤑ warnings: ANGST, mention of alcohol and drug use, depression, self-sabotage and unhealthy coping, non-explicit sex, unhappy ending. ⤑ note: Happy Hobi Day! I've been wanting to write a JITB-inspired fic for Hobi since forever (it's probably my favorite solo concept), and this idea has been sitting in my drafts since forever lol. I initially wanted it to be a scary one-shot, but it ended up being a very sad one-shot instead lol. I hope you guys enjoy it anyway!

You notice it as soon as you walk in. 

Sitting on the coffee table is a box. Simple in design. Colored white.

You know that opening it, however, will unleash a whole myriad of demons you’re not ready to face.

The first is the one called Lust.

The fateful night you met Jung Hoseok is a blur. Music at the party you wound up in is so loud, you could feel the vibrations of the deep base through the walls. A hip-hop song is playing, but you could barely make out the lyrics over the thrumming booms of the stereo.

A haze of grey smoke fills the room, distinct with the acrid scent of cigarettes and weed. In the fog, you’ve found your friend sitting on the couch, curled up against the guy she’s been dating on and off. At the moment, the two of them are very much on again, making out with little regard to everyone and everything else around them.

In the meantime, you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve refilled the red, plastic cup in your hands, downing hard liquor and letting the alcohol burn your throat, but you go into the kitchen to get more.

That’s when you notice he’s been looking at you. When you catch his gaze, he offers a friendly smile. And when you return it, he approaches you.

“I’m Hoseok,” he introduces himself, raising his voice so you could hear him over the music and the chatter. He stands close enough that you could smell his cologne. A mix of woody tones with notes of spice and citrus. “What’s your name?”

He’s cute, you think, as you tell him your name. And funny, you add to yourself, as he later says something to make you laugh.

You like him, you realize as your hand finds his and you start to lead him upstairs to look for an empty room.

You don’t remember much about the night you met Hoseok. Can’t recall a word you said to each other, or what he did to make you fall for him so fast.

But even in your drunken haze, you remember the heat of his kiss, the way his fingers teasingly slipped beneath your clothes as you eagerly unbutton his pants, and the subtle bite of his lip when you push him to the bed and strip off the rest of your clothes.

“I like you, Hoseok,” you confess, cheeks flushed. Probably from the alcohol.

Hoseok chuckles.

He grabs your elbow and pulls you closer until you’re hovering over him. He kisses you one more time, so sweetly you think you could melt. Then, he suddenly flips you over with your back to the bed. A glint of mischief is in his eyes as he leans down over you.

“I think I like you too.”

The second is Greed.

After that night, you and Hoseok met up several times.

The first couple of times were almost repeats of the first night. You find each other at a party, seeming to share some of the same circles of friends and acquaintances. You could barely see straight when you hear Hoseok calling you, and you burst out in laughter because you’re genuinely surprised he remembers your name.

“Of course I remember you,” he assures you, flashing a bright, flirty smile. It almost falters with nerves when he asks, “Do you remember me?”

“How could I forget?” you tease back, taking his hand in yours again.

It feels better the second time. And by the third, when you’re just waking up from a throbbing headache, you’re surprised to see he’s still in the room with you, long after the party is over.

“I can give you a ride home if you want,” he offers. You have too much of a migraine to decline.

By the time he pulls up at your place, he gives you his number. Just in case you need to call him for another ride or anything else.

“Thanks, Hoseok.”

“No problem,” he replies, and there’s a look in his eyes that makes you feel uncomfortable. It’s kind. It’s hopeful. It’s something you’re not quite expecting from him. “Be sure to call me, okay?”

“Sure, Hoseok. Thanks again.”

He leaves it at that.

Even though you said you would, you don’t call him. Not until your friend dramatically breaks up with her boyfriend again and ditches you at a party out of town. Everyone else in your contacts is busy that night with work and other obligations. When you see his number, you hesitate for a brief moment before you tap to call.

“Hello?”

You instantly regret it. He sounds like he’s asleep.

“Actually, never mind. I can just call someone else,” you backtrack out loud, thinking, perhaps, a taxi or something would be a better idea. “Sorry for bothering you.”

“No, it’s fine,” he assures you, seeming to realize who is calling him in the middle of the night. “What’s wrong? Where are you?”

Hoseok drives all the way to get you. Even with the empty roads, it’s at least an hour drive one-way. It’s a sobering moment when he finally pulls up and greets you with a warm smile.

“Are you hungry? I can buy you food and pay for gas,” you offer once you’re in the car. You feel like you owe him that much.

“How about a date instead?” Hoseok counters, and again, he has that hopeful look in his eyes. “I’m not doing anything tomorrow night.”

If there was a perfect moment to tell him you aren’t interested in a relationship right now – that all the partying and drinking is to numb your mind from your own problems and stresses – this would be it. Clearly, he wouldn’t go out of his way and come this far if he isn’t interested in you.

And Hoseok seems like a good guy. You shouldn’t be stringing him along like this.

But you’re selfish. And that selfish part of you smiles and says, “Sounds good. What should I wear tomorrow?”

Next is Envy.

Jung Hoseok, as you’ve learned, has it all. A loving family with a pet dog. A close group of friends who are like a second family to him. A great sense of fashion, and talent in dancing that could make him a worldwide star. He’s passionate about the things he wants, driven for the things he wants to achieve, and humbled despite his ambitious achievements.

It becomes apparent to you, very early on in your relationship, that he’s a man out of your league. Someone too good to be true.

You’re… undeserving of someone like him.

“You’re so nice to me.”

Hoseok smiles, but looks a bit confused as he peers up from the menu. For the first date, he decided on something fancy. A dinner with a view, where the waiters serve imported wine, and the dishes look like edible pieces of art. You’re both dressed well, blending with the other couples and groups in the surrounding tables.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asks you, a bit taken aback by your statement. “I like you.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” you quietly counter. The insecurities are getting the best of you. While Hoseok could make a name for himself, you’re just a nobody. Lost in life and without ambition. You waste your days numbing yourself from the mundane and loneliness.

What could someone like you possibly offer to someone like him?

Then, Gluttony.

Honestly, for a while, you didn’t know what you and Hoseok were doing. When you first met him, there was only one thing you wanted. And somehow, that became something more.

Somehow, Hoseok continues to meet up with you and take you to nice places. He doesn’t expect sex from you every time either. It’s like he genuinely likes to hang out with you.

Once, he took you to an aquarium. You didn’t even think you cared about fishes and marine animals, but your eyes widen in awe when you see the luminescent glow of jellyfishes in the tanks. The corner of your lip lifts into a small smile when you see Hoseok clapping his hands and laughing when a sea lion claps its fins back at him. And you actually laughed when you dared Hoseok to touch a stingray at the petting station, and he nearly fainted when the tip of his fingers brushed against its back.

Another time, the two of you end up at a local diner after a party, a little drunk and a little high. The two of you order too many burgers and fries and decide to eat them by his car in the empty parking lot. Perhaps you were still intoxicated. Perhaps the food wasn’t doing anything to help you sober up fast enough, but you end up sharing more about yourself than you ever intended to that night. And Hoseok is quiet as he listens, not once judging you for every bad decision you’ve ever made. In fact, he tells you that he thinks the same sometimes – that he isn’t all rainbows and sunshine like you initially thought he’d be.

Then, there was the day he took you to the mall. He seems very adamant about couples clothes and making sure he matches with you whenever you two go out. It’s a bit embarrassing for you, if you were honest, but he seems to like it a lot when you’d color coordinate with him or if you’d wear the top for the matching set of his pants. An elderly woman is in line behind you two when you take a break from shopping to grab some pretzels and drinks when she comments that you look like a cute couple.

It hits you right then and there that you and Hoseok are a couple.

You’ve been showing up at his dance rehearsals and shows. He’s introduced you to his friends and you’ve all hung out at the beach. He comes to pick you up from work and take you to his place, which slowly but surely has a lot of your stuff in his space now.

Neither of you ever made the relationship official though. Yet, Hoseok smiles at the elderly woman, practically beaming as his hand tightens around yours and thanks her.

You don’t know what you are to Hoseok – if he really sees you as his girlfriend, someone he’s just dating but not that serious about, or maybe just a friend he’s intimate with – and you’re not sure what comes next.

The two of you find a spot to sit down, and you watch as he snaps pictures of the pretzels first before holding up the phone to take a picture of you and him together. As you pose for the camera, you could see how the two of you really do look like a couple. Matching clothes and all.

Whatever you are to Hoseok, and whatever he is to you, perhaps it’s okay to indulge in it while it still lasts. Even if a small, tiny, selfish part of you yearns for more.

And then, Wrath.

Since the beginning of your relationship, you’ve been quietly counting down the days until it’s over. When Hoseok would find someone else and move on, just like any other lover you’ve dated. He’s too good to you, too kind. And you’ve been heartbroken and jaded one too many times to know that an inevitable end will come.

Even when an anniversary becomes two.

Even when he introduces you to his parents, and has started looking for a house you can move in together.

Even when his friends start to tease him and ask when they can expect an invitation to his wedding with you.

You’ll always fuck it up somehow.

“I don’t know why you’re so angry with me,” Hoseok tells you, exasperated. His patience seems to be running thin. “Did I do something wrong?”

It’s frustrating for both of you. Your suspicions. Your insecurities. Nothing good happens to you. A little voice in your head nags that you don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve him.

And there’s nothing he can do to prove to you otherwise.

“I think we need to end this,” you find yourself saying. Words that you don’t mean, but they fall out of your lips anyway. From self-sabotage. From pain. From fear. 

“You don’t mean that,” Hoseok calls your bluff. He doesn’t look angry or upset, but it seems like he expected this. The disappointment seems to hurt more than if he were to lash out on you.

Tears are brimming in your eyes, threatening to spill, but you refuse to cry. Not in front of him. You keep pushing him away, hoping he’d wake up and realize what you’ve always known – that he’s too good for you. That you’re the wrong person to share a future with.

“Just go,” you demand, your voice soft, barely a command.

You expect him to fight for you, like he always does. The back and forth breakups to make ups has become a vicious, toxic cycle lately.

“Fine.”

You’re stunned when you see him get off the couch and quickly walk out the door without another glance at you. This is what you want, right? It feels cruel to have expected him to stay.

And as your tears finally fall, a part of you – the part that truly, desperately loves him – hates you even more.

Sloth.

That is a demon that stayed with you the longest.

Your heart feels heavy after the fight. So heavy, it feels troublesome to move. To eat. To think. All you want to do is rot away in your bed and sleep.

“Come on,” Hoseok’s voice gently calls for you. He opens the blinds to your bedroom, letting sunlight spill in. “I got the bath ready for you. Let’s wash up and I’ll make you something to eat.”

You close your eyes again, scowling with your face pressed against the pillow. Maybe you’re dreaming. A hallucination of your lover that your mind imagined, prompting you to get up and face the world already.

Or maybe Hoseok is just really too kind.

You get your answer when you feel his hands pull you away from the safety of your covers, and he helps you to the bathroom. He's picked up the empty bottles of beer and soju that littered around the room, you note, seeing them neatly put in plastic bags. The warm water feels soothing against your skin, and you soon feel his fingers run through your hair and massage your scalp.

You don’t say anything to him then.

You don’t say anything as he helps you dress up into something comfortable and sits you at the table. Groceries you don’t remember buying sit on the counter. He must have gotten them before he stopped by.

It’s only after he sets down a bowl of stew he made that you finally speak.

“Why are you doing this?” you ask, your voice so soft, you don’t think he heard you.

You’re undeserving of this. You’re undeserving of him.

Even now, that little voice in your head taunts that.

“I like you,” Hoseok simply answers, sitting next to you with his own bowl. There’s a sad smile on his face as he continues, “Even if you don’t feel the same.”

You sniffle. The part that loves him wants to scream that he’s wrong.

But the tiresome demon snuffs it out and keeps you quiet and complacent.

And then, there is Pride.

Some would say, it’s the most evil of them all.

Pride keeps you from admitting your mistakes. From saying that you’re wrong. That asking for forgiveness is beneath you, and seeking for help and assurance is weakness.

Hoseok comes and goes often after you two have broken up. A stubborn part of him seems to think he can fix things. That in time, you’ll change your mind and take him back. That you’ll love him again, just as much as he loves you.

Even though, in your heart, you’ve never once stopped.

Pride is the vice that sneaks up on you. One you didn’t think you’d ever have, given the way the others plague your mind.

You only realize it when Hoseok stops visiting as much. When his calls are less frequent. When that look in his eyes that he used to only have for you starts to turn to someone else.

“Are you happy?” you ask when he tells you about her. He doesn’t need to. It isn’t any of your business. But he does anyway.

Because Hoseok loved you once. Perhaps, there will always be a part of him that still cares about you. That still likes you, despite everything.

A small voice in your head tells you to admit your feelings to him now. To tell him that you still love him. That you never stopped thinking about him.

Maybe if you did, things would’ve been different. Maybe if you did, he’d choose you.

But that kind of confession is undeserving of you. It kills you to see Hoseok moving on and loving someone else. But what little pride you have steels you from revealing the truth.

Even as he smiles and tells you, “I am.”

The cruelest one of them all, however, stands before you.

You've been doing better. You've been trying. The drinking and parties have slowed down significantly. The demons that haunt you have quieted down. You and Hoseok are friends, despite everything.

Which is why you end up here, at his place, looking at the white box he has in his hand.

Hoseok smiles and shows you what’s inside the box. Hope is in his eyes as he looks at you.

And a myriad of demons and their vices scatter into your heart all at once.

Lust makes you careless. Throwing yourself away to carnal sins is how you two met, and perhaps, not much else more.

Greed makes you selfish. Makes you want to keep him for yourself, even if you’re the one who broke things off with him.

Envy makes you jealous. What does she have that you don’t?

Gluttony makes you indulgent. All you do is take, take, and take. You don’t give anything back, and that’s why he deserves more.

Wrath makes you angry. You want to scream, throw something at him, make it known that you’re upset. That you’re still in love with him.

Sloth makes you complacent. Despite your fury, you could do nothing. This is all your fault, after all.

Pride makes you a liar. You refuse to let Hoseok know how hurt you are.

And hope … Hope has you clinging to him, even now. It makes your heart yearn – that small, tiny part of you that keeps fighting for him. That keeps reminding you that you love him. Even as he stands before you with an engagement ring inside the white box.

“Do you think she’ll like it?”

You force yourself to smile, hoping that it doesn’t reflect the way your heart shatters. Hoping that, for a brief second, he’d look at you and say that he loves you still.

“She’ll love it, Hoseok.”

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[sadhours]

Wicked Sensation

part three // billy hargrove x fem!reader

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve | part thirteen | part fourteen | part fifteen | part sixteen | part seventeen

word count: 3.5k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, underage drinking, drinking and then driving, smut, billy masturbates, oral (f receiving), p in v, uh body fluids?

Billy liked you. You mostly kept to yourself but you were a wild child, he could tell. He’d seen you through your window, dancing in your room while you blasted music and drank beers. Every few hours you’d go outside for a smoke and he’d close his blinds so you couldn’t see him. He loved the music he could hear coming from your window. Metallica, Skid Row, Ratt, Def Leppard, Dio and the occasional Black Sabbath. When you’d dive into New Wave you’d lose him a bit until he’d seen how much fun you were having. You seemed carefree but yet there was something reserved about you. Something maybe he could tease out of you.

He’d definitely pleasured himself to the thought of it, not until after thumbing through his girly magazines but your face and wild hair flooded his mind when he looked at the girls in the magazine. He’d tossed the magazine on the ground, laying back on his bed and palmed himself through his jeans. He thought about the way you’d look riding him with your hair and tits bouncing. The way your mouth would hang open but the sides of your lips tugged up in a smile and he quickly undid his jeans, pulling his hard cock out of his jeans and started stroking himself long and slow at first. He imagined your eyes getting misty and you panting, making his movements quicker and quicker. Then he imagined his name falling out of your lips and he came undone, spilling out over his hand and shirt. When he’d cleaned up, he lit a cigarette and opened his blinds, seeing you perched outside having your own cigarette and he couldn’t help but think maybe you’d just done the same thing he did. It was midnight, after all.

The next day at school, you wore leather pants and he knew he was in for another late night.

—

Halloween came slower than he had wanted but it was finally here. He couldn’t be bothered to put together a costume but he wore his favorite leather jacket, leather fingerless gloves with his tightest 501’s. He’d spent a substantial amount of time in the bathroom. Max banging on the door to tell him to get a move on but Neil knocking on the door had him out of there sooner than he’d wanted. He finished his hair routine in his room, blinds open to see if he could get a glimpse of you getting ready. He grabs his cologne, dabbing on it neck and then just above his dick, on the blonde curls neatly trimmed there. He did this anytime he went on. Just in case, he told himself.

When he’s finished, he quietly slips out his house, making sure not to shut the door too hard. He jogs up to your house and knocks three times, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he waits. He expects you to answer but instead your father does and Billy’s a bit apprehensive, he doesn’t do well with parents. Plus, he’s not wearing a shirt.

Your dad is kind, he lets you do your own thing and tries not to interfere too much. He opens the door and tells Billy, “Past the kitchen, first door on the left.”

Billy is thankful your dad forgoes the formalities. He gets a glimpse of your brother, roughly Max’s age, sitting on couch with a costume he can’t quite pick out. He’s got those visor sunglasses on but nothing else gives an indication of what he’s supposed to be.

As Billy makes it to the hall he can hear your choice of music. Still of the Night by Whitesnake making your door vibrate. The musics loud enough that Billy doesn’t even bother knocking, twisting the door open to reveal you standing in your bra looking down at the two shirts laid out on your bed with a pensive look on your face. Billy moves to shut the door again but you stop him. “Wait, help,” you say and you’ve already had a few beers, the alcohol in your system giving you a bit of confidence and shoving your inhibitions further away.

He steps inside and closes the door behind him, looking at you inquisitively. “I don’t know which one to pick,” you admit, gesturing to the shirts on your bed. One is a leather halter top and the other is a cropped black button up with eccentric buttons.

Obviously Billy leans towards the halter top, pointing at it without a thing to say. You nod, “I was thinking that one too.”

You slip it on, then grabbing a studded leather jacket and putting that on as well. You turn to him, “Okay, I’m ready.”

He looks at your eye makeup and tilts his head, knowing this must be a costume but not sure what of. His curiosity obvious to you so you tell him, “I’m Alice Cooper.”

“No more Mr. Nice Guy,” he quips and you giggle which is not something he’d heard from you yet. He loves the sound.

You open your door and pull him through it, letting go of his jacket when you get into the kitchen because you don’t want your dad to read into this. Billy is just giving you a ride to the party, nothing more.

“Bye,” you tell your dad with a kiss to the cheek.

“Be safe, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he says as you and Billy slip out the door. Billy thinks about how nice of an interaction that was. How your dad didn’t try to control any aspect of you and how that made him a bit jealous.

You walk to his Camaro, feeling your buzz as you tell him, “I love your car, I don’t think I’ve told you that.”

He slips inside, sliding his key in the ignition and turning it. The blue car comes alive with a rumble and it makes your body tingle. He pumps the acceleration a few times to really drive the point across, putting on a show for you.

You hum happily, lighting a cigarette as he peels out, down the street and the houses flying by. The comfortability you feel in this moment is something you wanna feel forever. If you could forever feel the buzz of alcohol and a pretty boy driving you anywhere fast, you would.

Billy has a Ted Nugent cassette in and you cringe, there’s only one song on this album you like. You prop open his glove box and dig through the tapes he has, but nothing quite feels right for the moment. You purse your lips as you lean back, excited for the party. You lived for this stuff, everyone was a little more laid back at parties, they got along.

“Had you a little pre party, did ya?” Billy asks, turning the music down.

“A few beers while I got ready,” you shrug, wondering if you seemed drunk already.

Billy makes it to a stretch of road with no curves for at least a few miles, “Me too.” and with the words he floors it.

You scream with a huge smile on your face, your hands gripping the sides of the seat. The way you sound drives him a little insane, feeling the way his dick twitches in his tight pants at getting the reaction from you. Wild child, he thinks as he glances at you. He’d always wanted girls to act this way. You didn’t talk too much, you didn’t tell him meaningless details about your day at the mall or the gossip at school. You could be uptight but it was in an alluring way, a way that had him wanting more.

However, he didn’t expect for you to disappear the second you arrive at the party. In fact, it kind of pissed him off. But once Tommy saw him, he was ushering him to the keg and telling him he just had to beat Steve’s record. He doesn’t see you again for about two hours, catching you inside with your makeup smeared as you take a shot of whiskey with a group of guys. He feels protective, snaking his way between you and some kid he’s seen around school.

You grin at the resurgence of Billy, loving that you can see the sweat and beer on his bare chest. You’ve had enough to drink to where you’re no longer pushing the sexual thoughts you have about him down. They’re now at the forefront of your mind when you see him.

“Have a shot with me!” you insist, pouring Billy one before he can answer. But he couldn’t say no to you anyhow.

You cheers, clinking your glasses together before tapping them on the counter and then down the hatch they go. You two don’t break eye contact the entire time. The group of men around you had kind of dispersed when Billy walked up, aside from two of them. The four of you somewhat engage in conversation but a song comes on that makes you wanna dance.

The Lovecats by The Cure isn’t necessarily Billy’s thing but he doesn’t protest as you drag him into the crowd of teenagers dancing. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull his body into yours. He places his hands on your hips, swaying with you.

So wonderfully, wonderfully, wonderfully, wonderfully pretty. Oh you’d know that I’d do anything for you.

The words make Billy snort quietly because that’s how he feels looking at you and he has never felt that about another person.

As the song comes to an end, you lean into his ear and whisper, “Take me home…”

Again, no protest, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the crowd and to his Camaro parked on the street.

The drive is quick, you smoke two cigarettes on the way but you share them both with Billy.

Billy notices your dads car is gone when he pulls up. “Where’s your dad?” He wonders aloud.

“Oh, he’s at his girlfriend’s house… my brothers with him,” you answer, opening the car door and stumbling out of it.

Billy tilts his head as he watches you, “You good, sweetheart?”

The nickname makes you giggle and you feel the heat fill between your legs, “Yes, sir! I’m great.”

You lead him into your house after fumbling with the key for a brief moment. Billy locks the door behind him, following to the kitchen where you fill two glasses of water and handing him one. He takes it gratefully, gulping some of it down before you two reach your bedroom. You set your glass down on your nightstand and fall back on your bed, eyes dark as you gawk up at Billy. He sits on your bed, looking around your room and you think about what Stephanie had said about him.

“I mean like he knew what he was doing, he wasn’t awkward about it at all. The man knew what he wanted.”

Billy was being awkward. But you couldn’t fathom why he’d come to your bedroom with you if he didn’t want to have sex with you. You take a pointed foot and shove him with him, a mischievous grin on your face. He finally looks at you, his lips turned up in a smile and his gorgeous blue eyes darting across your upper half.

“Pick some music to play,” you tell him and motion towards your stereo and cassette collection.

He obeys, holding up Master of Reality by Black Sabbath. You nod amusingly, sitting up to shrug your jacket off and then sliding your boots off. Billy does the same after putting the album on, now just wearing his jeans and fingerless gloves. He’s more quiet than you’d imagined, which you had many many times. But in your fantasies he’s eager and saying filthy things to you.

“C’mere,” you instruct, sitting up on your feet. When he sits across from you, the both of you instinctively lean in. Your lips meet and it’s gentle at first. But then it’s like a switch flipped in Billy and he grabs the back of your head, sliding his tongue past your lips. You gasp at the change of pace, falling on your back with him on top of you. He moves his hands from the back of your head to your jaw and his gloves feel nice on your skin.

His fingertips move slowly down from your face to your chest, his lips following suit but pausing at your neck. Reactively, you tilt your head back while he plants sloppy kisses on your neck. A whimper escapes when he sucks your skin between his lips and your legs spread a little further exposing more of his clothed excitement against yours.

Feeling his erection has you laugh excitedly, your body dripping in anticipation for what’s to come. He pulls back at the laugh and looks up at you through his dark and heavy eyelashes. He’s so pretty you could almost die right now. “Tickles?” he asks, his voice low with hunger.

“Uh-uh,” you shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his lips back to yours. “Feels so good,” you say into his mouth.

Billy begins to mess with the laces up the front of your top but gets frustrated when he can’t quite figure how to untie it. He sits back on his feet to get a better look but to no avail. He tugs harshly at the strings which jerks your upper body off the mattress, “How do you fucking get this thing off?”

The roughness of his movements takes your breath away but his frustration is adorable. You grab onto the hem and pull the top up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor with a cavalier smile. He rolls his eyes but is quick to reach his hand around your back and undo your bra in one swift motion. He drags it off of you and throws it behind him, a soft thud as it smacks against a poster on your wall before falling to the floor.

The cold air hits your chest but his mouth is efficient in warming you up, taking a nipple into his mouth while the other is covered by his hand. Your hand snakes up to the back of his neck, fingers tangling between the long curls there. “Oh, Billy…” you gasp and he responds with teeth, biting the tender skin.

But he stops and you’re eyes pry open at the surprise, not wanting this to end so soon. Luckily, you catch him tugging off his leather gloves and hear him mutter in a guttural tone, “Wanna feel you.”

Your head swims when he resumes heavy lips on your breast, his hand squeezing the other gently. You silently tell yourself you’re an idiot for ignoring the way you’d felt about him. If you could’ve been feeling this good the second you met him then you’ve missed out.

His hands smooth down your sides until his fingertips meet your waistband. He shimmies your pants down, your bum lifting to make it easier and they’re off in a heap next to the mattress. A scoff leaves his lips when he sees you weren’t wearing underwear. You shrug and tell him, “Can’t wear any with those pants, major panty lines.”

His curls bounce as he shakes his head a bewildered smile on his face, “You wore ‘em to school this week.”

“Enough talking,” you demand, getting impatient as your core is exposed to him and all he does is stare at it.

He slaps you down there and replies, “I’ll talk all I want.” You don’t mind though as he drags his fingers up and down your folds. Your head props up to watch him work while he mumbles, “Soaking for me.”

Biting your lip, you adjust your legs to give him ample room to continue. “Always so wet when I’m around?” he wonders aloud with a cocky grin plastered on his gorgeous face.

“Maybe,” you moan out as he slides a single digit inside of you.

You’re not sure exactly what it is, especially since it’s so early in the act but Billy is the best sexual partner you’ve had. Neither of you are remotely close to finishing but this is the best feeling you’ve ever had in your life. It could be the way he looks at you, eye contact was never something you did during sex. It always felt distracting but with Billy, it’s just urging that release along.

With his left on pushing slightly on your stomach, he adds a second finger inside you and instantly curls them. You gasp, your hands moving anywhere and everywhere trying to find something to squeeze. You actually sit up to grab at his shoulders, which in turns gives you a better view of what he’s doing. His thumb brushes up against your clit, just gently like he’s testing it out.

“Dear god,” you growl, your eyes meeting while he picks up his pace.

“M’names Billy,” he corrects you sarcastically and you want to slap him for teasing you like that now.

In a few seconds, you start to feel that rise in your stomach. It pushes you on your back and you spread your legs just a bit more, his fingers sliding in and out fast. He doesn’t forget to curl them up every few strokes.

Billy inches down the bed a little and his head dips down between your legs while his fingers stay inside you. He licks broadly against your clit, his tongue strong and certain. You cry out, fingers gripping onto his mullet. He looks up at you but your heads back, eyes closed as your back arches. He takes it as a sign and starts lapping at you with his tongue, quickly. Of course it doesn’t take any longer, your legs closing with him between them as you reach your high.

“Billy, yes!” you pant out, pulling his hair.

He pulls away quickly, not giving you any time to come down and crashes his lips onto yours. The kiss is all tongue and teeth, while your legs and arms wrap around him. Then he moves his hands between the two of you, able to unbuckle his belt and push his pants and briefs down to his thoughts with your help.

He strokes himself a few times before pressing his tip to your clit and dragging it through your folds, gathering the wetness. He bites his lip and there’s an uncertainty in his eyes. He doesn’t have a condom. You look at him and whisper, “I’m on the pill.”

Which isn’t exactly the protection he’s looking for but it’s enough for him, his lips tugging up as he directs his tip back down to your entrance and pushes it in. You gasp at its thickness, your fingernails digging into his shoulder.

“You’re so tight,” he says it like he can’t believe it. You almost tell him maybe he’s too big but you don’t want it to go to his head so you just whimper instead before pulling his lips back to yours, licking into it as he parts his lips.

He inches in further and the sensation in utterly intoxicating, your breath caught in your throat and you head feels fuzzy. All of you feels fuzzy almost. Once he bottoms out, he pulls back to look at you and the eye contact this time is even more intense as he thrusts against you.

You’re an absolute puddle beneath him. His name spilling out of your mouth over and over, almost like a chant. The eye contact doesn’t break either, which would in other circumstance would be uncomfortable but it’s like you’re both in a trance.

He doesn’t last long but either do you, once his hand wraps around your throat loosely you’re falling over the edge for the second time. He follows suit, pulling out and finishing on your stomach and chest. A bit of it actually gets on your chin and you can’t help but want to taste it, bringing your finger to wipe it and slipping the finger in your mouth. The action brings a bit more out of Billy, seemingly shocking the both of you but he laughs. “I could’ve just finished in your mouth, if you’d asked.”

You shyly giggle, “Had a hard time thinking, if I had tried to ask it probably would’ve came out as gibberish.”

He falls beside you on the bed and you look up at him, “Mind grabbing something off the floor so I can clean up?”

“Oh yeah! Sorry,” he sits up and reaches down to grab a ratty band t-shirt you’d left strewn by the bed. He cleans it up for you.

Now is the awkward part. You worry he’ll leave, you’ve never had someone stay and for the first time you minded. Billy stands back up and grabs his briefs, stepping into them before he walks to your bed. His fingers curl around the glass of water on your bedside table and he hands it to you.

“Hydrate,” he says. You obey, sitting up to take a few gulps. When you hand it back he does the same. But then he lays back on the bed, arms behind his head as he turns to you with a soft smile on his face. Your heart flutters and you curl up into his side. Good, he’s staying.

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[trashmouth-richie]

TEASING: ii

part i

Eddie x Fem!reader

W.C 5k

tw: NO MINORS, Teasing, edging, blowjobs, hickies blah blah blah you get it.

s/o to all the people I made read this to make sure it was good enough — @jadequeen88 @lunatictardis @b-irock 🖤🖤

The next day at school, you could feel a pair of eyes burrowing into your skin, burning holes into the back of your head. You kept your chin held high the entire day, avoiding Eddie’s glare at all costs. Knowing you had won the little game he had started. A sense of pride spreading from your chest to across your face, you couldn’t stop smiling.

Eddie was quite the opposite. Girls didn’t tease him. He was the one to call the shots. But you, you disrespected him. Taunted him, teased him— and he loathed you for it. He was embarrassed, made a fool of— and he wouldn't forget it, wouldn’t let you get away with it.

Driving home last night with a rock hard cock, he had tried to get himself off for what seemed like hours. Pumping himself furiously, his dick raw and red, he just couldn’t do it. He pictured your pretty lips, wrapped tight around his length. The silk of them rubbing back and forth against his ruddy head like it was a tube of lipstick. He thought of the way your delicate hands stretched to fit around him, the way you moaned around him, biting into his thighs, as your orgasm peaked. Your eyes looking up at him through your lashes as you teased him again, and again. He was out of lotion, his hand and wrist were cramping, sweat was pouring down his back, shirt already off, bottom lip almost bitten in half, the fitted sheet pulled from the mattress— inching further down the bed with every angry groan and thrust of his body in pursuit of trying to glimpse the tiniest bit of relief. But nothing happened. Frustrated beyond belief, he stomped into the kitchen. Sweat pants and boxers rode low on his hips, linoleum creaking beneath his heavy footsteps. He punched your number into the phone— lighting a cigarette as he cradled it with his shoulder. His hair was askew, cramped curls jutting out in every which way. He wanted you to know how much he was suffering. How badly you had fucked up his night. Maybe the sound of your voice coaxing him would help— give him some sort of release.

His heart leapt when you answered, only to crash and burn when you simply stated, “I’m asleep Munson, leave me alone.” And hung up.he cursed your name, slamming the receiver into the wall until it broke, can’t wait to hear that ass chewing from Wayne, he thought to himself— Eddie threw himself into the shower, angrily washing his hair, and body, trying like mad to avoid the pressure building in his lower belly as he forced himself to think of something else, anything other than the pain that ached through his body.

The night was miserable. Having spent most of it outside on the porch smoking cigarette after cigarette. Sulking into the tattered, sagging, brown couch—the skinny, feral trailer park cats keeping him company as they tipped over the neighbors garbage cans, scrounging for the last lick of a carton of vanilla ice cream. He stayed on the couch til the early peaks of the hazy yellow sun glimmered across the hail damaged tinned roofs of the poverty-stricken homes before he started getting ready for school. 6:30, 6:56, 7:15, 7:23 and he couldn’t wait any longer. He fumbled through the pocket of the jeans he wore yesterday for the few crumbled dollars, and made his way outside, starting the old van, driving to the gas station in search of some cheap, barely edible breakfast burritos.

With the burritos dancing around his stomach and a swig of Yoo-hoo slurped on his lips, Eddie sits in the parking lot—staring, waiting, half crazed eyes as he waits for your car to pull in. Body pumping with false energy— adrenaline from being so irate about his current blue balls situation, your car finally pulls into the lot and eddie makes his move.

All the hours spent awake chain smoking, fuming mad— he thought of the perfect things to say, things that would make you break, make your pussy clench around nothing, make you so feral and horny for him that you would be begging for him by the end of the day. He hops out of the van, attitude cranked up to full blast, charm at an all time high.

You eye his van before he even sees you, butterflies flutter in your stomach, a quick ache of feeling like shit is about to hit the fan. Ignore him, I can do that. So you do, when he slams his van door and approaches you twiddling his rings on his hands and stomping towards your open car door, you act like he isn’t even there. His velvet smooth voice purring out your name doesn’t phase you. Slinging your backpack over your shoulder, and knocking him in the chest, you simply shut your car door and walk inside.

The game has only begun.

His temper is unmatched. Blood boiling over to the surface as you pretend he doesn’t exist. You spend the morning laughing with friends, head thrown back— the expanse of your neck dancing along with the sunlight craning through the biology room windows. Three pencils have snapped in his grip as he tries, for the first time ever, to feverishly take notes. Anything to get his mind off the way your legs are crossed and the fact that your skirt rides higher every time you re adjust them. Now you’re chewing gum, blowing soft pepto bismol colored bubbles with your luscious lips, the same ones that were wrapped around the thick of his cock last night when you teased him and left him with swollen balls. Each pop from your gum and smack between your teeth has Eddie’s dick twitching in his jeans, rubbing raw against the itchy fabric of his checkered boxers. His jaw is aching from the forced detachment, mouth drier than any cotton mouth he’s experienced, tongue stuck inside his cheek as he forces his gaze from your legs. When your pencil drops and you fetch to reach it, bending at the waist, as you crane to reach out for it rolling along the tiled floor, your fingers gently grazing the ground as they finally connect to where the pencil lays, Eddie thinks he’s going to have a heart attack. The button on your shirt pops open exposing the swell of your breasts, the baby pink lace of your bra nuzzled against your soft skin has Eddie’s head spinning. His eyes are following your heaving chest, watching as your tits jiggle under your bent body. He’s fully hard now. It's not long before he’s tilting on his stool, to get a better look— one leg off the ground, and he can almost smell your perfume. Two legs in the air, and he’s smelling the shampoo from your hair, and finally all four are air bound as Eddie crashes to the ground in a puddle of leather, chains and shame.

You don’t bat an eye at him or his theatrics. Simply raising your hand to answer Mr. Gordon’s question about how many quarts of blood an average human has in their body. The heat from Eddie’s cheeks could be felt around the room. Counting down the seconds til the bell rang ending the period and his embarrassment, Eddie gathers his things and stomps out of class in a whirlwind of leather, messy curls and flushed red cheeks.

You: 1 Eddie: 0

Lunch isn’t any better. You make it a point to sit beside Jeff—across from Eddie, not next to him as you usually would. Eddie tried to calm his nerves, you’re still avoiding him like the plague, twirling your hair through your fingers pretending to be interested in the way Jeff talks about Black Sabbath. Eddie’s flicking pretzels into Mike’s hair— a makeshift way to distract himself from the way you have your fingers cloaked around Jeff’s arms asking him to flex his muscles.

Your low murmurs into Jeff’s ear have him adjusting himself in his chair. Your charm is thick, and Eddie can’t stop staring at the way your lips dance on the shell of Jeff’s ear, as you whisper to him. The ache in his stomach is back as you lean back and fix the collar of Jeff’s flannel, fingers skirting around his shoulders as if you were playing Mozart. Your black fingernail polish glistening in the sun, shining tiny flecks of glitter as they walk across Jeff’s shoulders, rubbing down his chest. Eddie feels like he’s going to vomit at any second. White hot rage pumping through his veins as you continue your teasing banter, licking your lips, popping grapes into your mouth one by one, sucking on the sweet juices and letting your tongue brush against your lips as if to not miss a single drop.

Maybe if he just talked to you, you would respond? “So, y/n. Are you excited for Hellfire tomorrow night?” he says nonchalantly, praying it’s passing as casual.

“Hell what?” You dismiss, still not turning to look at him, but instead threading your fingers and feeding Jeff a grape with your other hand.

“Uh umm.. Hellfire?” Jeff adds, “Y’know, Hellfire club, we m-meet on Fridays.”

“Oh, yeah—that,” you snicker, “I quit.”

“What do you mean ‘I quit’” Eddie mimics back to you.

Ignoring the question, you turn to Jeff and whisper in his ear, squeezing his arm and squealing as he stutters through an answer to your own question, “how are you the sexiest man in Hawkins?” When it happens. The tin of Eddie’s lunchbox beats down on the table with such a force it dents the side, concaving his metal tin full of weed and plastic baggies.

“Enough.” Eddie shouts with flared nostrils and a booming voice. His eyes are wide and the muddy browns of them are replaced by pure hatred of onyx, absorbing every color and fading them to black as he glares straight through you. You had finally crossed the line. Made a fool of him in front of his friends. His chair is pushed backwards cascading to the ground with a loud snap of hardened plastic hitting the tiled floor. One fist clenched around his beaten up lunch box, the other ridgid hanging by his side. “Outside, now.”

You reposition the foot you had propped up on Jeff’s crotch as you lean into him, taking a spoonful of his pudding and placing it into your mouth as you look at Eddie, batting your lashes slow and licking the cold metal of the spoon as you pull it out of your mouth slowly, teasing, taunting, unholy movements of your tongue. “I think he’s talking to you, Gareth,” you quip, motioning to him with the spoon.

Gareth doesn’t move, frozen with fear over Eddie’s reaction.

“No,” he seethes through bared teeth, “I’m talking to you, let’s go.” He motions his head towards the door walking closer to you and Jeff.

“I know you’re not trying to talk to me like that,” you fume, eyes still boring into his as you switch the spoon pointing from Gareth to Eddie, “so please, enlighten us,” you say, folding an arm beneath your chest tucked into the elbow of the other that is now resting on the side of your face, glaring back at Eddie as your tongue jabs to the inside of your cheek, “who the fuck, are you talking to?”

The table goes silent, Dustin looks as if he has seen a real live ghost, his skin the color of the pale walls, sticky with sweat on his upper lip, Mike is counting water marks on the ceiling tiles, and Jeff is dumbstruck, eyes wide and a slight look of horror set on his face.

Eddie doesn’t give up and you don’t budge— a standstill in the cafeteria that would make Wild Bill itch for his pistol. The tumbleweeds can practically be seen as you both stare each other down waiting for the other to draw first. Eddie gives in, narrowing his eyes and lowering his chin as he speaks, “I’m gonna count down from three before I jump on this table and tell the whole school about last night— unless of course you want to just leave nicely, like a good girl, and talk to me.”

“What’s there to tell Munson?” You chastise, standing up so you’re practically nose to nose with him, egging him on with the smell of your perfume and the sheen of your lipgloss, those lips alone would kill him, “the begging part, or the part where you were whining?” A devilish smile seeps across your lips and spreads like wild fire, avoiding your eyes as you stare him down, the lunch table erupts with oo’s as Eddie yanks you hard by hand away from the lunch table. The squeak of his boots and the click of your flats echo throughout the cafeteria as he pulls you out the back door. “Let go, Eddie!” You’re slapping at his arms as you try to wiggle from his grip.

“I just— I need to know, ” he hisses, once you made your way to the worn down picnic table that he used for making his deals in the woods, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?” The coals of his eyes still raking over your body like fire.

“What are you talking about Eddie?” you smirk, the facade of taking the upper hand still playing safe across your lips.

“Jesus H Christ, I do not understand you! One minute you’re all over me sucking my dick and the next you’re shoving me out of your door and moving on to Jeff. What the fuck?!”

“Oh kiss my ass,” you huff, rolling your eyes and breathing out, “it hurts doesn’t it?” you provoke, prodding his nerves with the lick of the words on your tongue, “..being teased.”

“What?” Eddie exaggerates the syllables of the short word, voice raspy as he continues, “I never teased you, baby.”

He didn’t get it, and he wouldn’t unless you had explained it to him from your point of view, but this wasn’t a subject to be learned in school, no— this was a lesson to be taught by the hard truth of reality, and two very stubborn people.

“Sit down,” you demand, pointing to the picnic bench, “now.”

“Wait, what?” Eddie stammers, looking dumbfounded. You roll your eyes and drag him by his vest, fingers clutching around the sun faded denim, nails scratching a Megadeth patch, and shove him down hard on the bench, the picnic table groans at the force of his body being dropped down onto it.

He leans back on the picnic bench, man spreading and his elbows resting on the table behind him, eyes dripping with desire as you approach him, “What d’ya think big boy?” You croon, undoing the buttons on your top and shimming it down your arms as you face away from him, turning to reveal the pink lacy bra he had been daydreaming about since Biology, “think you need some relief?”

Eddie’s eyes go wide, the desire and hunger pitted deep inside, angry from being forced down again, “h-here? Like right now?” You nod slowly as you walk towards him, one slow tantalizing step at a time, your shirt thrown to the autumn foiled ground.

“Is that what you want? Hmm? Want me to put that big fucking cock in my mouth?”

“Yes— please oh my god, baby I am— I need it.” Eddie whines, shutting his eyes and putting his hands together in a silent prayer, as if this mother fucker has ever stepped foot in a church aside from the day he was baptized.

“Beg.” Groaning, as you put your hands on either side of him on the bench, licking the slope of his neck and blowing on it gently, Eddie lets out a guttural moan, pistoning his hips up as you bite his neck. “I want you to beg for me to touch you.”

“Babe, I swear—please, I’ll do anything! Anything at all! Please it—it hurts.” He whines. You continue kissing his neck, deepening the marks with bites until his neck is purple. Branding him as yours, painting him as your weak begging soul desperate for your touch. He’s falling apart at the seams, moaning so loud a local hunter swore to friends later at the Hideout that it was an injured 6 point buck, finding out later it just was two horny high schoolers. He’s shaking beneath you, as you straddle his slim waist, digging your knees into his hips as you slot your pussy against his bulging jeans. His long hair tangled against the peeling paint and splintered top of the picnic table as his head was thrown back in pleasure.

The pace you’re setting is torturous, damning him to all seven circles of your teasing hell as your tongue paints his neck, hips grating against him riding him slow and hard. Your tits are pushed up against his Judas Priest shirt, nipples perky and pointed from the cold, cutting into his burning skin.

“Oh princess, oh fuck—I’m gonna c—”

“No you aren’t.” You immediately remove yourself from his lap, standing abruptly and swiping your saliva from the corner of your mouth.

“No, please I can’t— please don’t do this to me.” He’s whining again, face full of anguish as you giggle at his discretion.

You smirk, “don’t do what Eddie? I’m just making you feel good.” Blinking at him with full lashes and innocence dripping from your eyes.

He’s panting as if he just ran a mile, sweat is pouring down his back the same way it was last night. He’s tired and slowly losing his mind watching your tits bounce wildly in your pink lacy bra as you back away from him.

“Bullshit, you know what you’re doing— don’t tea—“

“Tease you?” you offer, crawling towards him on all fours. The sultry way your body is moving has him gasping for air, tits squished together as you crawl to him, a glass of water in the desert to a lost soul isn’t needed as much as he needs you right now. You sit on your knees in front of him, stretching out your back and letting your hair flow behind you, arms tucked at the back of your neck to showcase your curves, a wonderland of soft skin and peaks and valleys in the dips of your body. Your feet are tucked underneath you— the squish and rustle of leaves dance around you as you adjust yourself. His knees are bouncing with anticipation, his face is torn with want and a pleading wrinkle between his brows. You rub his thighs up towards his slutty waist and scratch the dark denim with your nails on the way down to his knee caps. You lay your head against his knee, one hand stretched lazily against his inner thigh, writing your name with your nail against the denim, ending with a heart right by his overly full sack. “Oh baby, I’ve only just begun.”

Eddie has never been more excited and elated to hear the sound of a zipper coming undone, brass teeth disconnecting to spread open to a blue pair of checkered boxers, his aching, ruddy cock one step closer to your mouth or even your hand, he’d take either at this point as long as you touched him, finally releasing his pent up anger, almost 16 hours worth of blue balls able to let go to the heavens. He swears he’d take up bible study just to have your touch on his dick.

“My, my… what have we here?” you seduce as you admire his length, pressing the fabric of his boxers around his dick to outline it with your finger as you drag your nail along it, a paint brush sweeping and defining a fossil from eons ago, you keep this up any longer and Eddie will be a fossil, a visual aid skeleton to scare kids away from using recreational drugs.

He hissed through his teeth, a sticky pool of cold pre cum dotted his boxers right where the tip sat. “Please baby, please.” Eddie prays, begging, pleading.

“Mmm more begging,” you announce as you slowly lower the waistband of his boxers, revealing the thatch of curls around his pretty cock. Your eyes dart to his, he looks delirious, miserable and almost sad, it turns you on, fuels your fire to see him like this. “Makes me wet just hearing how pathetic you get.” Licking your lips you ease out his girthy cock, tears spill from Eddie’s eyes at the contact of your hand around him.

“Fuck,” he groans, letting his head lull back and his eyes roll into his skull, all the colors of the rainbow dance and crowd his vision with white blurs as he tries to steady his breathing. “Oh Jesus, mmm.”

You stretch your fingers around him, lightly tugging along his length and pressing your plump lips to his reddened aching head. You swirl your tongue around it, soothing the pressure built up and tasting the last bits of precum on your tongue.

“M-more, please, mm fuck,” Eddie’s shortened nails are scratching at the bench beneath him, eight scratches clawing through decades old weathered wood decayed from abandonment and abuse of stoners fucking in the small enclosure of high trees and thick brush. This was, however, Eddie’s first time having a sexual experience out here, he had thought about it many times. A faceless girl with your body and voice bouncing on top of him as he lay flat on the top of the picnic table.

Your mouth skates down his shaft and your lips curl against the thick vein running underneath of his cock, slotting it between your lips as your tongue slips out to taste it. As much as you loved teasing him, Eddie was very well endowed. The biggest dick you’ve had the pleasure of wrapping your lips around, and he was gorgeous. “Y’ like this? Watching my pretty little mouth rubbing on your cock?”

“Y-yes, oh shit—” he moans, he’s a fucking mess, writhing beneath you and you haven’t even fully sucked him off yet, “‘m gonna fuckin explode, need more please, please I swear I won’t tease you anymore.” He lifts his hips from the bench to drive more contact into you, but you pull away, and he whines, chest heaving with a pout as you chuckle.

“Fuck you’re needy.” You taunt as you lick a broad stripe from his balls to the tip, spitting generously when you get to the top, and paint it down his length with your hands, he sucks in a breath as you pump him. His begging continues, and you’re trying hard not to laugh at the shit he is spewing from that gorgeous mouth if his. You’re almost certain he promised you the keys to his van when you finally have enough of his whining and dive in. Opening wide and immediately hollowing your cheeks as you suck him deep into your throat, tongue sitting pretty against his balls as you lick them and breathe through your nose.

The noise Eddie makes resembles a hallelujah chorus. Stars are spinning and falling from the galaxy around him. Hell could open at this very moment and Eddie wouldn’t bat an eye. He has never felt anything better than your mouth— wet, hot, deliciously soft and ooey gooey like a ban of under-baked brownies. Better than his first time getting high at 14 and one hundred times better than his own hand or any other filthy whore he had been with, looking for a discount on his famously rolled joints.

This is heaven, the pearly gates are staring him in the face and rolling their metaphorical tongue along his cock, wrapping him in a hug of cotton candy clouds and sugar coated spit, sucking his soul straight through his dick and selfishly keeping it.

You pull back, feeling all of his girthy length extract from you, dragging against your throat slowly and releasing him with a pop. Your hands replace your mouth and jerk him in twisting motions as your mouth suctions along his tip, tongue swirling and twirling around his reddened head as he moans with pleasure, muscles completely relaxed, melting into the picnic table.

He’s babbling incoherently as his hands find purchase on your hair, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. A gentle reminder of how sweet this needy man child is. You pump him slow, as your mouth works around his girth, slurping and massaging his dick.

His breathing speeds up and you know he’s close. He tries to hide it, pushing down his excitement but keeping his face trained on you so he can finally get the release he so desperately craves.

But you can read him like a book.

And you aren’t done with him yet. You pull away from him just as his dick starts to twitch.

Your panties are dripping, seeing this sexy ass man whimper and beg for you to touch him is hotter than you could imagine.

“No!” He whines, “ No no no no no pleeease —please! I’m begging— I’m going to— fuck! I’m dying. I need you. Please please!” Another tear rolls down his cheek at the empty lonely feeling around his cock, the cool air stinging at his wet length.

“Ah ah ah,” you tut, wagging a finger towards him in a windshield wiper motion, “you’ll cum when I say you can.” You stand and throw a leg over his lap facing him straddling his lap again. Hiking up your skirt and letting your dripping clothed cunt slide around his cock you grab his hands and place them on your tits as you grind down onto him, throwing your head back, Eddie kisses your neck, sucking a bruise into it as you twirl his curls through your fingers. You moan out into the void of the orange and red lined trees, birds taking flight abandoning their posts as you both grind against each other.

“F-fuck baby,” Eddie groans against the heat of your neck, “you’re so fucking wet.” Pulling your head back you look at him, the facade you had been carrying all day breaking away as you start to slip. Your belly burns with a knot that’s unraveling—one that Eddie tied inside of you all those weeks ago. His lips are slick from his own spit, curls are swaying and bouncing as you move against each other, on the same page for the first time. Fuck he’s so hot. He holds your hips and grinds you down onto him harder, your clit brushing against the friction of your panties and his thick cock has you speechless.

You're both needy for each other now. You kiss him, hot and deep, all tongue and plump lips. All this teasing and you had never felt his lips on yours. They’re softer than you imagined, he tastes like cheap cigarettes and 10¢ fruity flavored gum from the gas station sold in packs of five sticks. He twists your nipples and holds you by the curve of your neck where it meets under your chin, driving his hips harder against you. “Eddie,” you moan into his mouth, tongue dragging along his delicious lips, sucking the spot where his cigarette always hangs loosely from, the taste of nicotine biting your tongue, “m gonna— fuck— I’m gonna cum.”

He licks into your open mouth, as you close your eyes and lean your head back, “I know baby,” he reaches down and rubs your clit with his thumb, “cum for me, I’m right b-behind you.” The pressure of his thick fingers and girthy cock on your pussy builds and the knot unravels. You moan louder than you ever had, holding onto Eddie’s shoulders so you don’t convulse off of him. He comes too, holding you tight to his body as warm spurts of his cum shoot against your pussy, painting your skin and panties creamy white as he finally releases his pent up 16 hour hell. Every curse word is rolling from his tongue as more tears stream down his face. He’s a free man, no longer bound to his own body, his balls finally drained and definitely lighter. He’s exhausted, he’s been awake for too damn long, mind sick with worry and regret, dick aching from the boner he had for the better half of an entire day. A bruise sets in his back from all the commotion against the picnic table, one he’d wear proudly for weeks to come.

He presses kisses into your shoulder as you lay lazily against him. Breath ragged in his ear, sweat shined foreheads and cramping muscles. Knees scratched up and bleeding from the roughness of the bench. Your blood mixed with his nail scratches on the bench, a permanent testament to the best orgasms you had both ever received— in this life and future ones yet unlived.

“By the way,” Eddie finally speaks, after endless moments stroking your back with his eyes closed breathing you in, “I only teased you because I like you, like a lot.” His admission lifted the sag from his shoulders and floated high above him.

“Well since we’re admitting things,” you voice barely above a whisper, your eyes dancing in slits as your finger traces the letters printed on his shirt, “I only joined Hellfire to be around you.”

“Oh that’s not a secret sweetheart, you’re really fucking bad at it.” he teases, tickling your sides.

You squirm under his grip, slapping his arms to get him to stop. “Knock it off Munson or I’ll quit for real!”

Eddie pulls you away from him with mock surprise, “You wouldn’t.”

“Have you learned nothing from this?” You ask, booping him on the nose, “the lengths of petty I will go to, are no match for you, Munson.”

“Clearly,” Eddie spits, “you’re a deranged brat, I wanted to spank you during lunch after watching you feed Jeff like a baby.”

Your eyebrows pull into a quirk,, “I’m real simple to understand babe,” you explain, kissing Eddie’s neck, “don’t fuck with me or in your case, maybe just fuck me.”

“Mmm, can I take you out after Hellfire tomorrow?” Eddie asks, grinning from ear to ear.

You suck a breath through your teeth, pulling back to look at Eddie, “I don’t know, I think I have a date with Jeff..”

“Oh fuck you,” he replies, rolling his eyes with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest.

You pry his arms away from himself and lick a stripe from his collar to his ear, biting his lobe and whispering, “When and where, big boy?”

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