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the girl in eddie's favourite porno mag looks real familiar...

over 4k words (i couldn't help it i'm sorry), best friends to lovers, dirty talk, joking about non consensual touching (it's a single line and absolutely a joke), lots of pet names, weed use obvi, eddie's been jerking it to a pic of someone who looks like reader so if that's an issue don't read, no use of y/n. reader’s hair reaches her shoulders. also unprotected sex (even these two idiots know that’s a bad idea)

no vol two spoilers here!

a/n: i'm so horny for eddie munson i just needed to write this. i'm still working on multiple bridgerton one shots so don't worry, i've not neglected them, eddie is just my fave rn

you quite literally could not believe your eyes.

you had really seen some shit these last few years. visiting your friend robin at work one afternoon had pulled you into an absolute mess of russians and alternate dimensions and kids with psychic powers and numbers for names. if anyone had told you two years ago that steve ‘the hair’ harrington would be dropping you at school most mornings, that your closest friends would be a group of fifteen year olds, that you would be best pals with eddie fucking munson? you’d never believe them. but this was truly the most unbelievable thing you’d ever seen.

you don’t know why. it was unmistakable. uncanny, really. laid out, literally bare in front of you.

the girl in the centrefold of eddie munson’s most dog-eared, crinkle-paged, unnervingly sticky porno mag looked just like you.

you knew snooping in his room was wrong, but you had no idea there were still secrets between the two of you anymore. you’d been joined at the hip since steve had introduced you the year before, and you weren’t really looking through his stuff, you just wanted to find his stash so you could roll you guys something for when he got back from his shower. but then your fingers had closed around something glossy under his bed and you just had to know what was in it. you weren’t expecting anything like this, maybe just some softcore shit you could tease him about for a couple weeks, but the magazine had opened on its own to its apparently most viewed page, and your jaw had dropped with it.

you couldn’t see all of her, just from the lips down to the knees. she was led down, mouth spread in a wide grin, lacy white underwear adorning her hips. her breasts were exposed, nipples pebbled to the seemingly cold air, and she was trailing her hands up her stomach teasingly. her knees were bent to the side in a look-but-can’t-touch sort of gesture. it was almost tasteful compared to the open mouths and hairy bushes of the other photos. and she literally looked just like you. the hair falling over her shoulder was the exact shade as yours, and even her breasts seemed to be the same size. her skin could’ve been matched to yours at a make up counter, and the shape of her hips and thighs was so reminiscent you would’ve believed they were yours had you not known otherwise.

so why the fuck was eddie looking at this photo? there were a couple of possibilities to be pondered. first, it was a second hand magazine. as gross as that thought was, the person who handed it to him might not have even known you. it was also possible that eddie had never thought of what you might look like under your clothes, which whilst a little deflating (god knows you’d thought about what he looked like under his) was a definite possibility. and then there was the alternative, which was that eddie had realised she looked like you and jacked off anyway, which meant…

you didn’t have time to think about it, though, because eddie was making his way noisily back to his room. quickly, you threw the magazine under his pillow and led back on it, rearranging your skirt and pretending to pick at your nails just as he threw the door open. he was still wet and, you were glad to see, completely shirtless. he leant an arm against his doorframe, the very top of his boxers peaking out from under his tight jeans in a way that had your mouth watering just a little bit. you couldn’t deny that eddie was attractive, and more than once you’d woken up in a cold sweat after having certain dreams about him. but he’d never given any indication that your feelings were reciprocated. sure, he flirted with you, and he loved being close to you, slinging an arm over your shoulder in queues and having a hand on your thigh when he drove. but that was just how he was. with everyone.

‘wanna smoke something, babe?’ he winked, and with a roll of your eyes he came and sat next to you, dragging his lunchbox out. of course. he kept it in his underwear drawer.

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‘baby, i’m tellin’ you, the lord of the rings is a fucking epic!’ eddie cried out, joint in one hand and the other waving wildly through the air as he tried to prove his point. you plucked it from his fingers, allowing yourself to indulge in the way they brushed yours for a second.

‘dude, i don’t disagree, but i’m saying it’s not long enough for all the lore! like, come the fuck on, it’s two hours long for like, seven books! that’s at least four movies,’ you argued your own back, laughing at how eddie rolled his eyes. ‘some of us can read, munson, and those books are fuckin’ long.’ you smiled at him sarcastically, squealing as his hands reached out to tickle your waist. his body rolled halfway onto yours, pulling the blunt from your hand and taking one final hit before stubbing it out on his bedside table. long fingers clasped around yours, dragging both hands above your head to tickle your arms and you were laughing and from under your head… an unmistakable sound of paper rustling.

you froze instantly, and you knew eddie had heard it. your eyes shot open, and you could feel blood spreading up your chest and neck and across your face.

‘sweetheart…’ eddie looked into your eyes, and in that awful second, you knew exactly what was about to happen. slowly, carefully, with both of your hands still trapped in one of his above your head and his pelvis pressed into your left hip, he reached under his pillow and came out with the magazine. folded open on the centrefold. you were frozen under him, horrified and in shock and vaguely aware of the fact that your skirt had been rucked up to your mid-thigh by eddie’s leg and your underwear was dangerously close to being exposed. no time for that now, though. not when eddie had caught you going through his stuff and he was going to kick you out or call you a weirdo or, oh god-

‘i see you found my dirty little secret, babe. what’d’ya think?’

your head shot up. he asked you like he was asking about the weather, so casual and restrained. not the voice of a man who’d just caught his best friend rifling through his porn collection. your words came out trembling, made worse by the fact that he still had a hold of your wrists.

‘i didn’t mean to, i was looking for your weed.’

eddie scoffed, looking down into your face once again. his pupils had blown out, a mix of the high and something else, and his eyes looked black.

‘you sure baby? because you seem nervous. i think you saw something you like.’ his voice was still teasing, but there was something darker lurking there. you swallowed harshly, and he abruptly let go of your wrists, sitting up.

‘was it this one? perv.’ he joked, unfolding the picture to show her in her entirety. even from this angle, she was just like you, and you gulped again.

‘it was open on that one when i found it,’ you murmured, and for a split second eddie looked… embarrassed? the tips of his ears were flushing a bright red under his hair. you took this as an opportunity to sit up under him, and now he was half straddling your left thigh as he sat on his knees. you fiddled with the edge of your skirt, thinking about how he’d called you a perv. perv! after you’d found outthat he had been staring at a picture of you - well, not you, but, you know - naked! and before you knew it, the words were tumbling from your lips and you tried to stop them, you really did but-

‘she looks an awful lot like me, eddie.’

his face, which had been hidden behind his curtain of long hair as he played with the ragged corners of the magazine, shot up, and his eyes met yours once more. this time he seemed even more embarrassed, if possible. his cheeks were bright red, eyes open in shock, and he was gnawing painfully on his lower lip, a habit you’d noticed he kept when he was nervous. he opened his mouth to respond but you had already started now, and the words were falling from your lips like vomit.

‘i mean, you can’t see her face, but that’s what i look like when i’m- well, not exactly like that but her boobs are just like mine and… not that you think about my boobs or anything or you’ve even seen them to know what they look like but it’s actually a bit creepy how alike we look.’ your hands flew to cover your mouth, and you were wide-eyed. ‘not that you’re creepy! god no, i mean, i’m flattered, really, but…’ you shut up then, not because you had realised that you were rambling like robin but because there was a hand on the back of your neck and one on your waist and eddie’s lips were on yours.

they were chapped and slightly raw from him chewing on them, but so soft and his tongue was minty as he eased it into you. he was breathing heavily, and a subdued moan worked it’s way into your mouth when you gripped his bare shoulders and tugged him into you. you had no idea what this meant, mind reeling as he pulled you closer so you were now straddling his thigh, both of you sat up on your knees. the hand that spread over your waist splayed across the expanse of your back, travelling lower until it met the crease between your ass and thigh. his long fingers pinched at the skin there, pulling a whimper from you as you rolled your hips against his leg in response. his own bucked up against you, the denim seam of his jeans rubbing against your soft inner thigh and making you gasp. you pulled away ever so slightly to meet eddie’s eyes, and he tried to chase your lips, letting out a whine.

then he was dragging his lips down your neck to where it met your shoulder, working at the skin with his teeth and chuckling as you whimpered.

‘eds!��

‘yes, babe?’

his voice came from under your line of sight, muffled against your reddening neck, and you craned it to try and get a glimpse of his face. instead, you saw him pull away, smiling proudly at the mark that he had most definitely left with his mouth. cockily, he dragged his eyes up to yours.

‘the girl in the magazine-‘

‘would you believe me if i told you i bought it because she looks like you?’ he looked almost bashful asking you, a total contrast to a moment ago, and you couldn’t help the way your jaw dropped.

‘i know i’ve never seen you naked, but some of these skirts you wear leave very little to the imagination, and you were wearing a white shirt when we jumped into lover’s lake that time. worst place to pop a boner.’ he chuckled as you hit his arm lightly. he was right though; you’d dived in after steve without hesitation, and eddie had had to lend you his jean jacket for your ‘modesty’.

‘i’m sorry, baby, i thought i’d been makin’ it clear how i felt about you.’ his voice had dropped to a murmur as his eyes explored your face, lingering on the way your lips had swollen with his kiss. without thinking, he reached up to cup your cheek, and he wanted the way your eyelashes fluttered closed imprinted on the inside of his brain forever.

‘thought you were just playin’ with me, eds.’ you gulped as he ran his thumb over your lower lip, tugging on it gently. his forehead creased, eyebrows pulled together in a frown.

‘never playing with you, baby. i wouldn’t fuck with your feelings like that,’ his nose nudged against yours as he pulled you into another searing but short kiss, ringed fingers clutching your chin so that he could commandeer the exchange. he angled your face delightfully, leaning you back so you had to arch your chest against his to follow him.

‘wish you’d made it clearer,’ you gasped when his left hand clutched your ass, pulling your crotch towards his own, ‘could’ve been doing this since that night at the lake.’

a laugh rumbled in his chest, fingers stretching back to grasp the back of your head.

‘wanted you a lot longer than that night, babe. i’ve had that mag since i was sixteen.’ you giggled at this, pulling back to stare at him in disbelief.

‘is that right, munson?’ you arched an eyebrow at him. he held a hand up as if in defense, leaving the other firmly attached to your ass.

‘you said it was flattering! would it make you feel better if i said it’s not just because i think you’re hot?’ he asked, sounding sincere. ‘i’ve wanted you a long time, gorgeous, not just to fuck you. i wanna make you mine, y’know? that’s why i’m always callin’ you baby, and touchin’ you up a little-‘

‘i fucking knew it wasn’t an accident when you grabbed my tit last week!’

‘i didn’t grab it, i brushed it. and anyway, i meant how i’m always draggin’ you closer, tryna keep you under my arm, especially when you wear sexy shit like this.’ he reached down to rub the hem of your short black skirt between a thumb and finger. you had noticed the effect that you had on him when you wore certain items of clothing; long socks, denim shorts, band shirts. you always thought it was because he was just a man - god knows you’d caught harrington staring a couple times. but with eddie, you now knew it was different for you both. if you were honest with yourself, it had been building up to this moment for months. and you knew what you had to do.

‘look, eds, i’m gonna be honest with you. i really want that shit too. i want to get milkshakes in town, i wanna drive in the van with you, i wanna go see shitty bands in shitty bars outta town. but…’ you grabbed his hand and pushed it up your thigh, revelling in the way he groaned when his fingertips made contact with the damp fabric at the apex of your thighs. ‘right now, i really need you to do somethin’ about this.’

suddenly, you were on your back again. the movement made your tummy flip, butterflies erupting when eddie kissed you again. before, he’d been gentle; probing and exploring. this time, the kiss was tongues and teeth, and his hips were rutting against your thigh, pushing your skirt up to expose your underwear.

‘you’re fuckin’ kidding,’ eddie moaned out when he saw that you were wearing white. it wasn’t on purpose, but it was almost identical to the photo, and for a moment eddie munson thought he had died and gone to heaven. you made a move to pull your panties down your legs, but you swore you heard him growl before his hand flew out to stop them.

‘baby, i’m gonna need you to keep these on. turn over for me.’

you did as he said, flipping over so you were face down in his pillow, propped up on your elbows. behind you, you could feel eddie’s eyes burning into you. you could imagine how

you probably looked right now; skirt flipped up, legs spread for eddie to kneel between them, wet spot between your legs as ringed fingers rubbed over your cheeks. two of them plunged between your legs suddenly, rubbing quickly over where you wanted him most, and you mewled and bucked your hips back towards him. a big hand pushed against your lower back, forcing you back down.

’shh, baby, i’m gettin’ there. just busy looking, you’ll have to wait a minute.’

his voice was hard but you knew he wanted it as much as you did, and you were proven right when, not a minute later, two long fingers pushed under the fabric and straight into your heat.

you couldn’t help the moan that slipped past your lips, hips keening back against his hand again as he searched for the spot that would make you scream. fingers crooked, eddie started stroking up against you, wrapping the other hand around your waist. he yanked you up so your back was pressed against his chest, and the change in angle led him right to what he was looking for.

‘fuck, eddie!’ you cried out, and you could feel his hard cock twitching against your ass through his jeans.

‘is that it baby? right there?’ he asked through gritted teeth, and the hand wrapped around your waist pushed its way down your skirt and into your underwear to rub at your clit. both hands were almost too much, and you would’ve been embarrassed at how quickly he had you working for release did it not feel so good. eddie was so caught up in making you cum that he didn’t even realise you had let go of his arm until your hand was wrapped around his dick, and he choked on a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

‘sweetheart, fuck, i can’t concentrate if you do that,’ he moaned out, clutching onto you even tighter than he had been before. you laughed breathily around a moan, hips grinding down on eddie’s fingers to speed up your impending orgasm.

‘sorta the idea, babe.’ eddie was nosing at your neck, pressing kisses to the back of your ear, and your words just made him work that little bit harder to get you there.

‘god, i really wanna fuck you right now.’

‘so do it.’

he stopped still and you turned around to look at him for the first time since he’d started touching you. he looked fucked out already; his lips were spit soaked and swollen, his chest was heaving and his eyes were wide open, drinking the image of you down.

‘fuck, babe, d’you really mean it? you don’t have to, i’m probably gonna have to beat off after this anyway.’

instead of answering, you reached down, stripping off your shirt and shimmying your skirt down your legs, leaving you sat in just your white underwear, pulled to one side. eddie’s knees almost buckled under him, and he grabbed your face to pull you into another kiss. the angle was awkward, you turning over your left shoulder, but it meant you could just about reach his bare cock and rub it through your wet folds. he jumped away like he’d been shocked, eyes pulled like a magnet down to where your bodies threatened to connect.

‘you’re not wearing a fucking bra either. you’re going to be the death of me one of these days,’ he moaned, and you had to stifle a laugh.

‘would it help if i said i never wear a bra around you?’

‘i oughtta put you over my knee and spank you, you dirty girl.’

‘promises, promises, munson. you gonna fuck me now or not?’

he chuckled darkly, swatting your ass cheek with a wink before leaning into his bedside drawer, sighing heavily when he opened it.

‘baby, i’m really sorry, but i’ve got no johnnies.’ eddie rested his chin on your shoulder, nipping at the skin there with his teeth. you leant back into his touch, swallowing heavily.

‘i never did this before,’ you said, and you could almost feel his ears perk up. ‘but i’m on the pill, so as long as you pull out…’

if he died now, he’d be dying a happy man, he was sure of it.

‘fuckin’ hell, babe, you sure?’ he grunted, teeth grazing your ear. ‘i needa hear you say it, sweetheart. tell eddie you want him to fuck you bareback.’ you supposed he was trying to be funny, but it sent a shiver down your spine that he didn’t miss.

‘does it turn you on when i talk to you like that, baby?’ he crooned, and you could just about babble out a ‘shit, yes!’

‘then tell me you want me to put it in,’ he teased, rubbing his cock through your folds and bumping your clit in a way that made your eyes roll back in your head.

‘eddie, i swear to fuckin’ god, put it in or i’ll just get myself off.’

‘as tempting as that is to watch, sweetheart,’ he muttered, squeezing your hip, ‘i think i’ll stick to this.’ and with that, he pushed himself in.

he wasn’t going to put it all in at once; he was gonna spread you nice and slow, fuck it in and out slowly. he knew he was bigger than most girls were used to, and he was gonna use all his self control to make this as easy as possible for you. but as soon as he put the first inch in you were squirming, begging for more and sucking him in like a fucking vacuum and trying to sit down on it. not to mention how wet you were; he’d never known anything like it. so when you leant back and grabbed his arm and looked at him with those beautiful puppy dog eyes and pouty lips and begged ‘baby, please, just fuck me?’

well, he was a goner.

you were so turned on you barely even registered the pain of the stretch, but you knew from the way eddie was repeatedly bumping your g spot that he was bigger than anyone you’d ever had before. and he knew how to use it. he was holding it deep, fucking you in slow, grinding thrusts. every part of your body was touching a part of his, as if you were one person, moving together in perfect synchronicity to get you both there. eddie had never been in anyone bare before, and he was starting to feel like he’d never want to use a condom again; he could feel every part of you, and it was bringing him closer and closer to his release with every passing second.

‘eddie, i think i’m gonna cum already,’ you half slurred, half moaned, and he kissed your shoulder, increasing the tempo of his hips. suddenly, you felt the knot break and your orgasm washed over you in a crescendo, and you cried out eddie’s name as he fucked you through it. he was using his hands to guide your hips against his, all while whispering in your ear; ‘so good for me, babe, so fuckin’ good, gonna make me cum aren’t you sweetheart? such a beautiful girl, so naughty just for me, ’s that right?’ you were nodding along with his words, fingers clutching onto him tightly and so wrapped up in the moment that when he stilled his hips and gasped ‘oh fuck, babe, ‘m gonna cum, you need to get off,’ you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop rocking against him. your head was leant back against his shoulder, and you could hear him muttering frantically as he tried to hold onto his orgasm and push you off.

‘eddie, babe?’

‘sweetheart, please, i’m gonna cum, you need to-‘

‘calm down,’ you turned your head, kissing down his neck and stroking his hair gently, ‘just cum in me.’ you felt his thighs still under yours, then tremble as a rush of warmth filled you up. you wished you could bottle up the way eddie moaned into your ear, the way he pushed right up into you and filled you up to the brim, the way he sighed as you kissed his cheek when he finished.

‘babe, that was really hot, but fuck, we really shouldn’t have done that,’ he murmured, pulling out and feeling terrible at the way you whined.

‘’m on the pill, we’re good,’ you whispered, eyelids drooping as you climbed into eddie’s bed, completely naked.

‘shouldn’t you go, like, pee or?’ eddie asked, combing long fingers through your knotty hair, and you noticed he had, at least, pulled his boxers back on.

‘shhh, sleep time. i’ll do that later. we can get a plan b too, if you’re worried.’ you yawned, and eddie’s heart soared when you made grabby hands up at him. ‘now come get in bed, i need a cuddle.’

‘yes, ma’am.’

‘don’t make it fuckin’ weird, munson.’

#Eddie munson #Eddie stranger things #stranger things smut #Eddie munson smut #Eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson x female!reader #Eddie munson fanfiction #Eddie munson imagine #stranger things s4 #stranger things #eddie munson x female reader

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libraryofloveletters · 10 months

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Want What I Can’t Have

pairing: mick schumacher x vettel!reader

summary: he only has eyes for one girl and it’s the one girl he wasn’t supposed to be looking at.

author’s note: this one has some funny comments if I do say so myself, also today’s seb’s birthday and this is vettel!reader so happy birthday to my husband seb <333

all photos are from instagram and/or pinterest :)

written in the photos series masterlist

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mickschumacher: what a way to spend a thursday night!

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seb5: this is so !!!!!

youruser: bummed I wasn’t invited

↪️mickschumacher: next time

user5: nice to see everyone together for seb!!

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youruser: it’s the greatest privilege of my life to be able to call you my brother and to share a last name; one that’s attached to greatness. 15 years and a legacy that will be talked about from now until the end of the time. you’re my hero forever and always, I love you sebby. ❤️

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user5: ‘sebby’ 😭😭😭😭

sebastianvetttel: love you.

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mickschumacher: miss you guys already❤️❤️

↪️youruser: I’ll see you in like a day??? 🤨

↪️user9: WHY ARE YOU SEEING MICK???

lewishamilton: a true champ. it’s been a pleasure to share the track with him and to have the vettel family around. hope we continue to see you around y/n! 🩷

↪️youruser: you know I will always be a 44 supporter 🩷 (number 5 is still my number 1)

↪️lewishamilton: I assumed as much

user16: the vettel siblings >>>>

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mickschumacher: she’s pretty cool

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youruser: summer dayz ☀️😎

location: australia

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sebastianvettel: do you know how to swim?

↪️youruser: despite your attempts to ‘drown’ me during my childhood, yes I do know how to swim 🙄

user55: when I grow up I wanna be you 😍

pierregasly: why do you need two glasses if you’re alone?

↪️youruser: who said I was alone?

↪️pierregasly: oh 👀 who’s with you?

↪️youruser: go bother your underage girlfriend please

↪️pierregasly: she’s 20.

↪️youruser: and you’re 27 sooooo ???? bye.

user8: ^SCREAMINGGGGGG

sebsisterstan: you’re so pretty!!! i love your outfit!

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mickschumacher: she finally said yes to a date 🥰

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user5: omg???? y/n vettel-schumacher coming soon?

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↪️mickschumacher: hi sebbyyyyy

↪️sebastianvettel: both of you better answer your phones right now.

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estebanocon: ^I’m French too 😅

↪️youruser: you’re estie bestie so you get a pass

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#written in the photos social media series #mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher x y/n #f1 instagram au #f1 social media au #Spotify

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tojivu · 6 months

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would u do satoru who actually has six eyes with the reader scenario? it could be anything, like the reader going through his baby pictures and cooing at how cute he looked with one set of eyes open, but the other two werent. or comforting him cuz people think they're freaky. anything fluffy :D

# SIX ‣ GOJO SATORU

✰ — author’s note stop this is so cute.. i changed the prompt a bit i hope u don’t mind. hope this isn’t too long for your taste as well zzz

✰ — cw / tags satoru with literally six eyes , sfw , gn!reader , use of pet names ‘baby’ etc , briefly proof read ( i tried )

✰ — playing n side by steve lacy.

✰ — word count 1.2k

✰ — part two click here.

it was a lazy sunday morning when you decide to wake up early. it was unusual of you, because you usually woke up later than your boyfriend—but you remembered the state of your shared apartment and knew something had to be done.

it was a mess. a complete and utter disarray.

moving in week was finally done, at least technically. some of your stuff was still in cardboard boxes. you knew gojo had some unpacking to do as well, but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to help him—you knew about the long hours he endured.

you’re still groggy when you make your way down the stairs, holding onto the railing for support. you rub your eyes until the sunlight doesn’t hurt anymore—but you glance into your living room and see the piles of tiny boxes, full of trinkets from your previous house and it hurts your eyes all the same.

you yawn and sit yourself down on the couch, scissors in hand and ready to take on the workload. you meticulously cut the tape sealing a particularly damaged cardboard box, deciding you would eliminate the smaller stuff first; gojo would wake up sooner or later and you certainly weren’t going to carry the bigger boxes by yourself.

you turn the flaps over and the sunlight spilling in through the living room windows help visualise how dusty it really is—you don’t think it’s yours. the box must’ve not been opened for quite some time.

it’s a photo frame you find in the box, but there’s way too much dust for you to really see anything. you bring the frame to the kitchen, grabbing a wet rag and wiping the plastic film to the best of your ability. you think this must have been hidden from you on purpose, you’ve never seen this photo in your life—no picture of satoru escapes you, after all. he must’ve not wanted you to see it.

it’s your boyfriend as a child, at a strawberry farm. he’s wearing a sunhat and a basket of berries are being shown off to the camera; his smile undoubtedly huge, and his eyes are glistening in the sunlight the hat failed to deter—all six of them.

you’re wondering why he ever ought to hide this photo from you. you knew about his eyes, and you’ve made it clear that you loved them. though, you can’t really speculate—gojo’s told you briefly about his childhood, but not really in detail. “i didn’t really like showing them when i was young,” was all you got out of him when you asked about his middle school days.

you’re startled when you hear a yawn coming from the stairs, and you shift your gaze from the photo to gojo—adult sized gojo with only one pair of eyes open—who’s making his way towards you. quick reaction time enables you to hide the photo behind you, just as gojo enters the kitchen.

“good morning baby,” he says while rubbing his eyes. he plants a kiss on your forehead, then blinking slowly at you in an attempt to wake himself up completely. “what’re you doing up? it’s 8 a.m.”

you scoff at him, jokingly. “what, am i not allowed to wake up at 8 a.m?”

gojo lets out a chuckle, his voice still raspy. “didn’t say that.”

you smile up at your boyfriend, who’s eyes are still not fully open yet. the slits on his cheek and forehead from his other two pairs of eyes further intrigue you—perhaps, if you dig a little more… would you be able to find photos just like that one?

you feel sneaky, looking through your boyfriend’s things without his permission. of course, you couldn’t help yourself—how could you? his smile looks priceless.

and so, something in you is determined to find every single one.

your mental scheming is stopped, though, when gojo makes a loud gasping noise. you’re snapped back into reality, and you realise he can see the photo frame you’ve hidden behind your back. “y/n!”

gojo is fully awake now, his expression a mix of shock and embarrassment. “how did you find that? i swear i put all those boxes away in my office. . .”

you point a finger at him, accusingly, with your eyebrows furrowed for dramatic effect. feeling offended, you gasp as well. “so you did try to hide them from me!”

he lets a laugh slip through his lips, much too flustered that this is how you discover his childhood photos. he shakes his head, “i’m sorry, y/n. didn’t think it would matter much.”

“why did you hide them? is it because of your eyes?”

gojo nods his head, taking a closer look at his younger self. “they were a bit weird for a six year old to have, no?”

you gasp again, hurt by his statement. the first thought you had when you found the photo was how adorable his eyes were, the different tints of blue shining in the sun—and the missing teeth which were shown so proudly in his smile. how happy he must’ve been to smile like that.

“i love them, ‘toru.”

it was always heartening to hear that coming from you.

when gojo satoru first met you, he was unsure if you’d be weirded out—like how everyone else was when he was younger. he’d learned how to keep the pairs on his forehead and cheeks closed in his teenage years, so it was muscle memory by the time he knew you.

the first time you saw them was a few years ago, an unremarkable tuesday morning: at least that's what you thought, but to satoru—it was everything.

you awaken next to him, and gojo's perplexed. why you were staring at his face so intently? was his bed hair that bad?

“i didn’t know you could open all of them.”

gojo internally cursed himself, thinking it was game over—you’d probably tell him you’ve got to go and never call him back; but you did.

you called him and told him you missed him the following day. that sweet voice of yours he was so relieved to hear.

as a child, people would often call gojo strange looking—his piercing blue eyes already made him intimidating. people would barely look at him; so when there were six of them, it was even harder to make conversation. you guessed a long time ago that that was why he started wearing shades.

people could never look at him directly, but with you—it was a different problem altogether. you just couldn’t stop looking, always telling him how pretty his eyes were. he would find it hard to believe with the way he’d grown up, but it’s undeniable he feels comfortable showing it to you; sometimes feeling all right to go out without his sunglasses on.

“yeah, i know.” gojo’s smile is soft. he leans down and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his jaw on your shoulder and swaying you left to right. “you tell me that all the time.”

it’s cheesy sunday mornings like this you look forward to.

it’s been an hour since you’ve woken up and gojo insisted on helping you finish cleaning—it’s pointless, though: because you two end up on the couch, looking at childhood photos of yourselves—with the occasional embarrassing story time.

at the end of the day, nothing is clean and you two are still on the couch: except gojo is snoring and you’re on top of him with your face buried in his chest, trying to fall asleep despite the inconsiderate noise—photo albums sprawled out on the coffee table.

211023 — this is so bad i’m sorry… TT

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deathofmars · 4 months

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Author!abby x fem!reader hcs!♡

First post!! (collab w @astralnymphh)

Author!abby gets inspiration from flowers and essential oils.♡

Author!abby lights scented candles to help her focus while she writes.♡

Author!abby Is 100% a dog person, whenever she sees a dog she wants to pet it, she loves dogs so much she puts them in every story she writes.♡

Author!abby's favorite books are city of thieves by David benioff, the devilman manga's, the count of monte cristo, and the odyssey.♡

Author!abby met you at her college library, she built up the confidence to ask you out on a date after class 2 weeks later.♡

You and Author!abby's first date is at the library where you first met, she got your favorite coffee and flowers, light roast and peonies.♡

Author!abby's favorite music artists are type o negative, mitski, isabel larosa, zheani, eyedress, laufey, alec benjamin, conan gray, coco & clair clair, pinkpantheress, steve lacy, jazmin bean, melanie martinez and elita.♡

Author!abby's favorite songs are: gimme that by type o negative, my love mine all mine by mitski, eyes don't lie, and I'm yours by isabel larosa, i'm an angel why am i on my knees by zheani, jealous, and romantic lover eyedress, from the start by laufey, if we have each other by alec benjamin, disaster by conan gray, pop star, and cherub by coco & clair clair.♡

On you and Author!abby's second date you decided to go over to her place, she pulled out some of her childhood photos, you did as well, you and Abby made fun of each others childhood photos.♡

Oh Author!abby definitely would have a tumblr just to reblog and quote her favorite book lines and/or promotes her shit on there. has like a little fandom. posts snippets of her upcoming books on there.♡

Author!abby definitely hooks a ballpoint pen behind her ear whenever she is reviewing her work. like yeah, she'll type official works out on computer BUT sometimes she gets scattered n just scribbles her heart out. plucks the pen from behind her ear and taps the edge on her lip in contemplation, or concentration.♡

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leaskisses444 · 3 months

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🇱🇪🇦'🇸 🇸🇵🇦🇨🇪

lea ੭ৎ she/her or they/them. 4teen. april aries. infj-t. croatian. pinterest | spotify | @starzyyy1 & @exyuontop | my taglist: click me! my backup acc: @oceanbby555

⋆ things i love my band. music. writing. painting. reading. plants. cats. language learning (russian, latin, english, turkish, german & french). playing the only 3 songs i know how to play on my piano. journaling. making moodboards. pinterest-ing. winter. spring. working out. tea. candles. the seaside. candles. star shaped things. fashion magazines (theyre so pretty ok). nighttime. ribbons. anna sui bags and purses. perfume. italian food. spotify playlists. money. photo albums. good hair days. shopping !!!

⋆ my fav artists the weeknd. arctic monkeys. isabel la rosa. montel fish. lana del rey. mazzy star. taylor swift. sabrina carpenter. guns n roses. nirvana. ramones. pink pantheress. beabadoobee. radiohead. deftones. tv girl. mitski. cigarettes after sex. childish gambino. steve lacy. tyler the creator. chase atlantic. the neighbourhood. beach house. marina. faye webster. fleetwood mac. suki waterhouse childish gambino. måneskin. eminem. ten tonnes. delights. clairo. bôa. boy pablo. joker out. buc kesidi. zabranjeno pusenje. prljavo kazaliste. bajaga & instruktori. <3

⋆ my fav movies & tv shows fight club. american pyscho. black swan. whiplash. fallen angels. pulp fiction. donnie darko. the sixth sense. grease. dirty dancing. pride and prejudice. 500 days of summer. jennifers body. amelie. perks of being a wallflower. diary of a whimpy kid rodrick rules. the edge of love. 10 things i hate about you. clueless. almost famous. the dreamers. a rainy day in ny. leon the proffesional. peaky blinders. dead poets society. atonement. pretty woman. friends. gilmore girls. criminal minds. seinfeld. wild child. marie antoinette. the love witch. red eye.

#new intro post #intro post #(the old one is still on my blog so if u want to find it use the previous tag <3)

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manifold-updates · 2 years

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Jack replied to a fan!

#jack manifold #twitter #photo #steve lacy

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luellasplanet · 11 months

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dark red. (grace clinton)

word count: 1.1k

couldn’t act like her accent wasn’t my fav thing ever anymore 🫣🫣

based on steve lacy’s song

You had no idea that Grace would be joining you at Bristol.

She had told your entire team but she intended to surprise you at training on the first day of her loan.

You were also a loan player, being brought up through the Arsenal ranks, but you had decided that going out on loan would be better for your career as you were only twenty.

i think of her so much it drives me crazy

“I miss you and I’ll see you soon Gracie,” you told the brunette at the end of your voice note, as you walked through the training grounds.

You hadn’t seen your best friend in over three months, due to both of your ever so busy schedules, that never seemed to sync up.

There were often times where you would find yourself going through your photo album, that was just photos of the two of you.

You always knew that the feelings you had towards Grace were different to the ones you had for your other friends.

Whether it was the slight blush that was evident on your face anytime she gave you a hug, or the way that your smile was just a little bigger than normal anytime she told you she loved you, maybe it was the lingering touches or the longing stares.

But all the signs were there, you were just waiting for her to notice them.

As you walked into the changing rooms many had snapped their heads up to look at you, before quickly busying themselves with something.

Making your way over to your cubby, you can feel the many pairs of eyes on your back.

“Why’s everyone staring at me? I’m not wearing different shoes right?” You whispered glancing down, you’re relieved to see a matching pair of shoes but you were still very confused. “You’ll see soon enough,” one of your teammates told you as she laced up her cleats.

Following suit you quickly laced yours up, before making your way onto the pitch.

Practice seemed to drag on for a significant amount of time before the head coach Lauren told everyone that the entire team needed to meet back out on the pitch in ten minutes so that she could introduce the newest member of the team.

Yet again many eyes danced straight over to your figure as you sipped on your water bottle.

Everyone’s mood seemed to have lifted drastically since the end of training and everyone was buzzing to meet the newest member.

Of course you were the only person who didn’t know who the newbie was, but you were blissfully unaware, as you gathered everything to put in your bag.

You were the second person to leave the changing rooms and as you made your way back onto the pitch, you see the gaffer make her way back onto the pitch this time occupied by a very familiar face next to her.

Your mouth almost drops to the floor in shock as you see the Grace Clinton standing in front of your very eyes.

“No fucking way,” you mutter under your breath as you try contain the urge to jump into her arms.

“Ladies I’d like to introduce you to our newest player, I trust you’ll make her feel very welcomed during her time here.”

Grace was instantly swept into chaos as everyone tried to introduce themselves to the girl at once, you hung back and patiently waited for her to introduce herself to everyone before she made her way over to you.

i belong with you, and only you, baby

Your arms circle around her waist as hers is thrown over your shoulder as she practically jumps into your hold, being in her arms felt like home.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you whisper into her shoulder before stepping back.

“But you should’ve told me you were coming you twat, where are you staying while you’re here and how are going to get to training in the morning?” Your worries were quickly brushed off as she assured that she had everything under control.

Many of your teammates laughed at your worrisome behaviour but your attention was solely on Grace.

only you my girl, only you babe

“Come back to mine?” You questioned the brunette as you linked your arms with hers, the two of you were slowly walking through the hallway as you gave her a tour.

Glancing over at you a faint smile was placed on her face, “is that even a question y/n/n, we have so much to catch up on!” Her hand made its way to hold a firm grip on your bicep as you walked down the hallway.

The small action of affection sent your entire brain into overdrive as you tried to control your heart rate, you were more than sure that your entire face would be blushed a shade of pink.

After touring the training grounds you made your way back to your apartment.

Once the two of you had settled on your couch with a bowl of popcorn in the middle of you and a crappy rom com on, you finally got chatting.

“So… tell me what’s been happening since we saw each other last.” You questioned the brunette turning to face her.

Grace tiredly looked up at you from her position on the couch, she was sprawled out on the other side of linen couch while her arm hung off the side of it. “Well erm there hasn’t been much happening, besides I spoke to you everyday since you left. And now I’m here, and I’m not leaving you.”

only you darling, only you

“Yeah you better not leave me until we go back to united, assuming that you’re leaving here at the end of the season?”

She nodded and you took her silent answer as a yes while she closed her eyes snuggling into the pillows.

“Don’t eat dinner without me!” Was the last thing she said before her breathing evened out, which led to the conclusion she was asleep.

“Yeah yeah,” with a roll of your eyes and a small smile on your face you grabbed the book that was on the side table to catch up on some reading while the girl you loved ever so deeply was sleeping soundly beside you.

Your once empty apartment was now filled with light and colours as Grace often brought you bunches of flowers or decorations for the apartment.

This was something that you could get used to as it went from sleepovers here and then to her moving in permanently.

The once lonely empty apartment had become your safe haven and more importantly the reason that the two of you finally solidified your relationship.

#woso #woso x reader #grace clinton #football #luella’s fics

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 2 years

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Photograph pt.2

Pairings | Steve Rogers x female!reader

Warnings | breeding kink, smut, Steve Rogers being a menace, vaginal sex, unprotected sex,

Word count | 866

Summary | you and Steve recreate the photo from his wallet

part one

Masterlist

Lips tangled in a desperate kiss, hands grasping and pulling at now-unwanted clothes as you and Steve tumbled back into your bedroom.

You'd managed to convince Sam and Wanda to look after James, your four year old son, for the night, as the two avengers were the only ones home from a mission at the compound.

So, back your shared apartment not a five minute walk from the compound, you and Steve were a knot of limbs.

"C'mon, sweetheart." Steve urged your shirt over your head, followed swiftly by his own.

A pause came about, and heavy breaths mingled between the two of you as Steve's eyes dipped to survey your chest - clad in only a lacy bra.

"Fuck." You knew lace was his favourite.

Within a heartbeat Steve was on you.

The two of you fell back into the bed, Steve's lips ravenous as he kissed his way over the swell of your breasts, before nipping at your nipples with his teeth over the lacy garment.

"I love you in lace." Steve muttered, hands smoothing over your thighs to spread your legs. Until that moment, you hadn't even realised that he'd taken off your shorts.

Your husband grinned, desire lighting up his eyes as he pressed slow kisses down your stomach.

Your breath hitched as he reached your clit. And, with a sly wink, he repeated his nipping over the lace, but now over lace that covered your throbbing clit.

"Shitshitshit, Steve." You breath, fingers sliding into blonde locks that arguably needed a trim. Or, by the way your husband moaned as you gave a tug, needed to grow out another inch.

"God I love this pussy." Steve hummed, using nimble fingers to pull your panties out of the way before licking a stripe through your folds. His eyes rolled back at the taste of you and he licked his lips salaciously for show.

"Please, fuck me." You whined, needing him inside of you.

Steve cocked a brow, "You don't want me to-"

"Later. You can do that later." You pleaded, and Steve offered you a feral grin before he was shedding his own trousers and climbing over you.

"How about we give James a brother?" Steve mumbled, suckling at your eyes lobe. "Or a sister." He hummed, kissing along your jawbone.

"I don't care what it is." You gasped, feeling Steve nudge at your entrance with his cock.

He chuckled somewhat darkly before pushing in in a long, slow thrust.

"Fuck." You muttered, arching up into him as Steve laced his fingers through your own.

"Shit, always so goddamed tight around me." Steve hissed, pulling back and thrusting into you shallowly a few times. You mewled, hips bucking up to meet Steve's in a silent plea of more more more.

He chuckled, catching on, before he was pressing your hands hard into the mattress and slamming into you. Over and over.

You were lost, brain scrambled and body singing as Steve's hips slapped into your own, moans mingling and forming a symphony of sex.

"Gonna fuck a baby into you," Steve grunted, letting go of one of your hands to strum against your clit with his fingers.

You glanced down to where your bodies joined, and nearly came at the sight. His fingers were circling your clit, your panties still bunched up to one side and his cock was thrusting in and out at an inhumane speed.

"C'mon, sweet cheeks. Clench for me." Steve grunted, dropping his head your shoulder as he pumped into you.

You did as he said, and Steve came with a resounding groan that had your stomach fluttering.

And your pussy.

As he finished, Steve kept stroking your clit - and didn't stop until you joined him in his bliss.

"Shit, Steve! Fuck fuck fuck!" You moaned, Steve's breathy pants hitting the skin of your neck as his hips jerked back and forth a few more times.

"That's it, sweetheart." He mumbled roughly, slowly pulling out of you and rolling off of you.

You caught your breath, running a hand over your face as you heard Steve's footsteps thumping a round the room.

But your eyes squinted when a flash came from down below. You spared your husband a glance, a little smile pulling at your lips when you saw Steve snapping photos of his cum dripping from your folds.

When he was done, he shoved a pillow under your hips and pulled your panties back into place before he climbed into bed with you.

Kissing your forehead, Steve mumbled, "Any baby name ideas yet?"

You laughed, a grin on your lips as you exclaimed, "Steve!"

"What?" He grinned back, scrolling through the photos of your pussy.

"You're eager." You muttered back and he nipped at your neck.

"Oh, and you weren't being eager all of five minutes ago?" His playful accusation shut you up, and you buried your face in his chest as you saw Steve favourite one of the photos.

Guess that was destined to join the photo of your son in his wallet.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader smut #steve rogers smut #Steve Rogers #chris evans characters #chris evans x reader smut #chris evans smut #smut #marvel

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