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devilat-thedoor · 10 months

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Sweet to Taste

okay so i ended up writing the whole thing🫠

it’s not a blurb anymore, it’s a full, filthy and smutty oneshot. but i’m leaving it here for @ignite-my-fire @ohgodthefeeling-gvf and @gvfpal because thems my babes💖🤍 love you, guys and hope you enjoy😏(it’s not proofread at all, so forgive me for any mistakes)

Word Count: 4.6k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader x Sam Kiszka

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut(Unprotected sex[stay safe, friends], Oral[m&f rec], Fingering, Tiny bit of overstimulation, Voyeurism if you look closely.) Read Discretion Advised! let me know if i missed anything.

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You always found yourself in these silly little games with Sam. It would start as a debate and quickly turn into one of you challenging the other in some kind of bet. Tonight, as you all sipped your drinks in the back of the barroom, the youngest Kiszka hit you with a daunting task. “Fifty bucks says you won’t get up on the bar and dance.” He sipped from his seltzer, eyeing you over the can with a slight raise to his eyebrows.

“Fifty?” You scoffed at the offer, “Fifty isn’t worth getting kicked out this early in the night, Sammy.” Rolling your eyes at him, you lifted your own drink to your lips.

“Okay, fine. A hundred, but!” He held his finger out as you opened your mouth, “You have to really put on a show, Y/N.” He emphasized his point by playfully shaking his hips. A hundred bucks just to shake your ass on a bar top was easy money. Plus it always felt great to win a bet against Sam. You turned your head towards the bar, crowded with people talking and waiting on their drinks. Admittedly, you were a little anxious about being up in front of all of the strangers and as you were about to turn it down, he gave you a smug smirk, “If you’re too scared to do it, just say that.”

If anything, you were fueled by his taunting and he knew it, “Fuck you, Sam. I’m gonna do it and I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you cough up that money.” You held your hand out, prompting him to shake it and seal the deal.

“No way, I’ve gotta see this.” Jake piped up, pushing away from the pool table to join the conversation between you and his younger brother.

Sammy shook his head, eyes still on yours while he spoke to Jake, “She’ll chicken out, I know she will.” His gaze raked down the length of your body, spending extra time on your legs that were covered in fishnet tights. The black, leather miniskirt you wore stopped high enough on your thighs that even the slightest bend would expose your ass and both of the boys were drinking it all up.

You threw the rest of your drink back, pushing the glass into Jake’s hands and turned on your heel to head for the jukebox. Making sure to add a purposeful sway to your hips, you glanced back over your shoulder to the brothers, rooted to their spots as they stared at you. A spark ignited in your belly at the looks they wore and you smiled to yourself as you chose a song, knowing that you would leave here with one of them tonight. After deciding on a tune, you went to the bar to wait. You knew they were still watching your every move and you were gonna have fun with it. “Hi, handsome.” You leaned into the man on your left, “These tattoos are nice, did they hurt?” Staring up at his face, you trailed a single finger down his bicep. His response was drowned out as you locked eyes with Sam, his lip caught between his teeth, and then Jake as he ran his fingers over his mouth. The way they both eyed you lit your skin on fire and you tried to distract yourself, interrupting the tattooed man, “Buy me a shot?” You gave a sweet smile and he agreed, signaling for the bartender and asking what you wanted, “Two shots of tequila, please.” She poured the drinks and slid them across the bar just as your song faded in through the speakers. You picked one of the glasses up and tossed it back, feeling it burn its way down. The man went in for the second shot but you grabbed it before he could and took that one too, offering him an apologetic shrug. “Sorry, hun. I’ll make it worth your while though.” You grabbed his shoulders, hoisting yourself up onto the stool in front of you and climbed onto the bar top as the first line of Pour Some Sugar On Me played. Pulling yourself up to stand, you started by strutting down the bar, letting your heels click against the wood with every beat.

Lookin’ like a tramp, like a video vamp. Demolition woman, can I be your man?

You stopped, kicking a bottle from the surface and whirling your hips in a circle as you pushed your fingers into your hair. Your eyes flashed to Jake as you slid your jacket off of your shoulders, revealing the cherry red, lace bralette you had on, and held it above your head to wave it in time with your winding hips.

Sometime, anytime, sugar me, sweet. Little miss innocent, sugar me, yeah

He was watching, arms crossed over his chest with an impressed smile over his face when you tossed your jacket into the crowd. The chorus started and your eyes fell upon Sam, gawking in shock as you dropped to your hands and knees, earning a slew of gasps and whoops from other patrons.

Pour some sugar on me, in the name of love. Pour some sugar on me. C’mon fire me up.

You whipped your hair around, shaking your ass as you crawled across the bar. Stopping to pluck a little plastic sword from somebody’s drink, you slithered your tongue around the cocktail cherry and sucked it into your mouth. You rolled onto your back, having entirely too much fun, and arched your hips into the air, writhing on the wood top while sliding your hands up your chest and into your hair.

Red light, yellow light, green light, go. Crazy little woman in a one-man show.

Suddenly, a pair of hands were grabbing your legs, pulling you from the bar, “Alright, show’s over.” You looked up to see the bouncer, as he placed your feet on the floor, “Boss is gonna have a fit when he checks the cameras.” You couldn’t contain your laughter as he led you through the swarm of people who were all cheering you on with wolf whistles and hollers.

“I’m sorry, Hank! It was a bet!” You were laughing so hard that tears were dripping from your lashes, Hank, the bouncer, was trying to stifle his own smile while pushing you through the door.

“You’re done for tonight, Y/N. Someone will bring your stuff out.” He pointed a scolding finger at you with a smile before retreating back into the building.

Wiping your eyes with the backs of your hands, you managed to yell through your giggles, “You’re such a buzzkill, Hank!” Jake was coming out, carrying your jacket in his fist, followed by Sam who had your purse. “HA! You owe me a hundred dollars.” You stuck your tongue out, teasing Sammy.

“Yeah, you’ll get your money.” He rolled his eyes and handed you the bag.

Giving him a pout, you moved towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso and looking up into his eyes, “Weren’t you impressed with my moves?” His eyes briefly dropped to your lips as he licked his own.

You felt a hand grazing up the back of your thigh to gently cup your asscheek, “She really did outperform our expectations, Sammy…” Jake’s breath was hot on the back of your neck and you shifted on your feet, clamping your legs together at the pooling in your panties.

“You’re right, Jake. It was quite the show.” Sam brought his thumb up to brush over your bottom lip. “Too bad the whole bar got to see it.” You could feel his growing cock pressing into your hip while his brother was sliding his hand between your thighs from behind you.

Your eyes began to flutter at the intoxicating feeling of having both of them so near and you could feel the same primal need radiating from the boys, “If you guys want a private show, just say the word…” You let out a shriek as Jake pried you from Sammy’s body and all but dragged you to his car. Stumbling to keep up with him, you half turned to see the younger Kiszka following closely behind, “Where are we going?”

He pulled the back door open, ushering you into the backseat, and pushed it shut while Sam climbed into the passenger seat, “Your place is closest, but if you’d rather go to mine-.”

“My place is fine.” You answered too quickly, cutting Jake off, and saw the brother’s share a look that had you body thrumming with anticipation. Dropping your head against the seat, you couldn’t form a thought that didn’t involve what was about to transpire. “Jake, drive faster.”

Sam turned around in his seat to face you, “She’s a needy little thing, brother.” His index finger weaved through your fishnets, pulling them back to let the material snap against your thigh, while he locked eyes with you, “So impatient, Y/N… What is it that you just can’t wait for? Hmm?” He snapped the tights again, leaving you squirming on the backseat.

“If you keep toying with her, she’ll leave a mess on my leather seats.” You could hear the amusement in the older boy’s voice, “And I’ll just have to put her on her hands and knees to clean it up.” He wasn’t wrong, you were practically dripping at the feeling of Sam’s fingertips walking further up your leg. But then they were gone and you looked up to see him facing forward again as the car pulled into your driveway.

The second the engine cut off, Sam was out of the car and hauling you from your seat to crash his lips against yours. Your hands frantically grabbed at his clothes, his arms, his hair, searching for anything they could find as he broke away, “Keys.” He laughed at the confusion scrawled across your face, “Where are your house keys, babe?”

“Oh… Uhh…” You fished through your purse, pulling the key ring out, “Here.” He took them from your hand, tossing them to his brother and before you knew what was happening, he picked you to sling you over his shoulder and ran to your front door. “Sammy!” You were squealing loud as he scolded Jake to hurry up.

The deadbolt clicked and he pushed the door open to watch Sam carry you inside. No sooner did Sam have you on your feet when Jake was pulling you into his arms, gripping your ass with a tight squeeze as his tongue licked at your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss, allowing his tongue to dance with yours while one of his hands traveled lower to slip between your thighs again. This time, his fingers grazed along your panties and he let out a deep groan, “Fuck, you’re soaked, baby.” You smirked as you leaned in to kiss him again, but Sam yanked you away, forcing your attention back on him.

His lips danced along your jaw and down your neck, “Hmm…And you said I was needy?” You broke away from the both of them and sauntered down the hallway, disappearing into your bedroom. By the time they caught on and followed, you had stripped your skirt off and were leaning on the bottom of the bed in just your bralette, matching red thong and the fishnets. Music was playing from the small speaker on your nightstand and if you had any anxiety over the predicament you were in, it all dissipated with the way they hungrily stared at you, waiting for your signal. You turned around and bent over the bed and started sliding the tights and your thong down your legs, moving slowly to give them a full view of your ass. Once you kicked them off your feet, you crawled up the mattress, swaying your hips as you went. When you made it to the pillows, you sat back on your knees to pull the top over your head and tossed your hair to the side as you looked back at them over your shoulder with a devilish grin, “You just gonna stand there and gawk?”

You spun around to face them completely, keeping your legs crossed and angled perfectly to cover your chest and your core. Jake shuffled across the room first, coming to stand at the foot of the bed as he pulled his shirt off, “Open up for us, beautiful. For me.” He kneeled on the bed, watching you expectantly, “Let me see you.” You held eye contact with him as he gripped your knees and gently pushed them apart to reveal your glistening cunt. You leaned back on your hands and spread your legs wider, enjoying how captivated he was in your display. “Sammy, do you see this?” Jake was trailing a hand up the length of your leg and your breath caught in your throat as he stopped right before he could reach your sensitive spot.

Your eye flicked up to Sam, standing beside the bed now to get a glimpse, and he noticed the uneven rise and fall to your chest, “You gotta give her something, Jake.” He pushed the hair out of your face, “Poor thing is just aching to be touched.” His fingers grazed down your cheek, blazing a path straight to your breast as he brushed his thumb over your nipple. A satisfied hum left his throat as he watched it harden.

Your attention went back to Jake as he blew cool air against you, “Can I, Y/N?” He was so close, all he had to do was flick his tongue out, “I wanna know if she’s as sweet to taste as your song suggests…”

“Please, Jake. She’s so fucking sweet, I promise.” You were pleading, lifting your hips to meet his mouth while he just watched with a sinister smirk. If he wasn’t going to give in, you would just have to replace him. Lifting your foot, you pressed it to his shoulder, pushing him away from your body. When he gave you a questioning look, you returned his smirk and reached up to pull his brother down on top of you. Sam’s lips were on yours in an instant, only detaching enough for you to pull the shirt from his body. You could faintly hear Jake cursing but all of your focus was on Sam’s bulge, pressing against your pussy from inside his jeans. You rolled your hips, reveling in the friction that denim provided, “Do you want the first taste, Sammy?”

He paused from licking along your jaw to look at you with an eager nod. Pressing his lips to yours one more time, he started working his way down your body. He bit down on your breast and pulled the nipple into his mouth before continuing his descent. Every hot, wet kiss he left made your head swirl and by the time he settled between your legs, you were a squirming mess. You sat up on your elbows to keep eye contact with him and the second his eyes met yours, he wasted no time. His tongue came out, licking at your entrance and dragging up to flick over your clit before retreating back into his mouth. “She wasn’t lying, Jake.” He was gloating to his brother, “Her pussy is fucking saccharine sweet.” Before Jake had a chance to respond, Sam was diving back in.

You dropped flat on the mattress only to arch you back off of it again as your hands grasped at the thick comforter, “Oh. Oh fuck, Sammy.” His tongue worked over your clit in a steady rhythm and after every few licks, he would drop down to push it inside of you. “God, don’t fucking stop!” You picked your head up to look down at him, but your eyes landed on Jake instead. His jeans were gone and he had a hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it while he watched his brother devour you. A nagging need to wrap your lips around him had you fighting through moans to beckon him, “C-mmm. C’mere, Jakey.”

He was rushing to your side, climbing on the bed to kneel beside you. Your hand went straight to his hard dick, grasping it as you started to stroke. He was going back and forth between your tits, squeezing each of them when you leaned towards him, spoiling the head of his cock with soft kitten licks. “Wanna feel you swallow me, baby.” He grabbed the back of your head and slowly pushed his hip forward. You retracted your hand and allowed him to slide deeper when Sam pushed a finger through your entrance, forcing a groan to vibrate over Jake’s cock. “Holy- Whatever you just did, Sam… I need you to do it again.” He slid himself further, just barely hitting your throat as his younger brother curled his long digit, drawing a deep moan from you and causing you eyes to roll back.

“Jake, you gotta get a taste of her.” Sam sat up, prompting his brother to pull out of your mouth with a pop. You watched as they proceeded to switch places, “How’s her mouth?”

Jake laid on chest, in the spot that he’d claimed first, “Fucking divine, brother.” Right after the words left his mouth, he was gripping your legs and rolling over. The next thing you knew, he was on his back, below you, while you straddled his face.

You were about to protest the position until his arms hooked your legs and pulled you down onto his mouth, “Jesus, Jake!” You lurched forward, using your palms to catch yourself as he sucked your clit between his lips, swirling his tongue over it. It didn’t take long before you were grinding against his mouth and riding his face. “Shitshitshitshit.” Your knuckles were white from the grip on the blanket.

Sam appeared in front of you, now fully nude, and brushed the hair from your face as he ran the tip of his cock along your lips, “You wanna show me how nice this pretty mouth is?” His pupils were blown, making his dark brown eyes turn almost completely black, and all you could do to answer him was open your mouth and let him in. Your tongue danced along the underside as he slid past your lips. He gathered your hair into his fist and began rocking his hips, “Take it all, Y/N. I know you can.” He continued fucking into your mouth, keeping an even pace as he bounced against the back of your throat. You felt Jake shifting between your legs for a moment before his tongue slipped into your pussy, pushing as far it could go while his nose brushed over your clit. The sensation had you moaning around Sam’s length and it caused him to jolt, slamming himself into your throat. “She’s fucking gagging on me, Jake.” There was a hint of laughter in his tone as he said it, but then you felt two fingers stretching you, stroking over your g-spot with the perfect amount of pressure as Jake’s lips found your clit again, and you couldn’t concentrate on anything outside of cumming on his face.

You pulled your mouth from Sam with a gasp and sat up, circling your hips on Jake’s tongue, “I’m gonna- Oh fuck, I-I’m.” Your thighs closed on his head as you collapsed forward, breathless and shaking with full body convulsions. His hold on your legs only tightened and he kept lapping at your folds, pushing you to the brink of overstimulation, “P-please. I can’t…” Your eyes flashed to Sammy in a silent plea as tears threatened your eyes.

“Hey, ease up, Jake.” He tapped his brother’s arm, “You’re gonna make her tap out too soon.” His words worked enough that the elder Kiszka released you, allowing your body to fall limply to the mattress. Sam lifted your head to lay on his leg and swiped the hair from your sweaty forehead, “If you’re done, you gotta tell us, babe.” His voice was so soft and sweet, you could listen to him talk for hours. You were feeling pretty exhausted, but all you wanted since this night began was to feel one of them inside of you and you got lucky enough to have them both here.

You shook your head, rising to a sitting position, and climbed into Sam’s lap, “I want you fuck me until you cum.” His hands slid up your thighs to grasp your hips as you looked back at Jake, “And then I want Jakey to fuck me until he cums.” When you turned back to Sam, he lifted you just enough to slip his cock inside of you and you gripped his shoulders as he bottomed out, “Fuck, Sammy…” You dropped your head to his shoulder with a wince, giving yourself the time to adjust, before slowly lifting off of him to glide back down. You kept your movements relaxed but it wasn’t enough for him. His arms snaked around your back, squeezing you against him as he laid back and began hammering his hips into you. The sounds that filled the room were vulgar but you couldn’t be bothered to care. He was driving you straight to the edge again and you welcomed it, clawing at his skin like a wild animal.

No words could form in your brain or on your tongue, all you could manage were ear shattering cries as you started to tighten around him. “You’re fucking soaking me, Y/N.” The rhythm he’d had was beginning to falter, “I’m gonna cum, babe. I gotta pull out…” You heard the words leave his mouth and shook your head, meeting him with a look that he almost didn’t decipher, “Are you sure? I-.” His brows were pinched as he fought off his impending climax, but when you cut him off, frantically nodding your head as your jaw hung slack, he lost control.

“I want it, Sam. I fucking want it.” You were holding his chin in your hand, forcing him to look at you, “Look at me while you fucking fill me up, Sammy.” His eyes began to roll but he brought them back, locking them directly on yours as he stopped breathing. You felt his jaw clench in your hand as he came, his face contorting. A warmth spread over you at the feeling of his release, painting your insides, “That’s my good boy.” You pecked his lips and released his face as you climbed off of him. He shrunk back against the pillows with a blissful smile over his face and you turned to Jake, “Are you ready for me, sir?” You ran your tongue across your lip as you eyed him, silently preparing yourself for a grande finale of an orgasm.

He was standing beside the bed, holding his dick in his hand, “Are you ready for me, beautiful?” He grabbed your ankles in a flash and hauled you to the edge of the mattress before pushing you to lay flat, “Spread, baby.” You obeyed without hesitation, hooking your hands behind your knees and opening yourself up for him. “Prettiest fucking pussy.” His thumb ghosted over your clit, sending a shiver throughout your body, “She’s a bit sensitive, huh?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was talking to himself. You let out a sharp hiss as he pushed into you, his thick cock stretching you more than Sam’s did, “Shh. You’ll get used to it, baby… and then you’ll be addicted.” He cooed as his hand rubbed over the insides of your thighs, but the gentleness of his hands was soon overpowered by the way he slammed into you.

He was playing your body like an instrument from God himself. Cock driving into you with the perfect rhythm, hitting your sweet spot with every entry. His thumb strumming your clit like you were a song he’d played a million times. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he took your left leg and pull it over to the right, leaving the lower half of your body twisted to the side while he still got a perfect view of the euphoric expressions you made. “Jake… Jake, I-.” You tried to tell him how good it felt, how great he felt, but the words failed you. He just gazed down at you, a proud smile on his face, as he fucked you deeper.

“You wanna cum, baby?” He had a handful of your ass, watching you nod your head, “I wanna hear you say it. Tell me.” Your mouth was agape, but nothing aside from pathetic whimpers would come out, “Come on, pretty baby. Tell me how bad you wanna cum.” There was a mocking tone to his voice as he started to slow his movements, giving you an expectant look.

The spring was wound so tight in your belly that it was almost painful. You swallowed hard and managed to choke out whatever your brain would permit, “I need it, Jake. I- Fuck.” You were gonna start pulling your hair out if he didn’t give you an orgasm, “Jake, please… I need you.” You saw something shift in his body language and he pulled your left leg back over to hook his waist, allowing him to lean down and catch your lips. The kiss was sloppy, tongues and lips clashing, but it all felt too good to care. When he started trailing kisses down your neck, your hands went to his back, holding him close, “Let me have you, Jakey. I fucking need it, baby.” You were whispering in his ear, letting your teeth graze the cartilage. There was no refuge from the mind altering pleasure he was providing and you were crashing down around him like a tidal wave as the rubber band snapped, catapulting you into a different realm. The climax hit hard and you were working your hips in tune with his, riding it out while willing him to cum, as well.

You could hear him mumbling against your skin, but you couldn’t make out any of the words until lifted his head to look at you, “I’m- Shit, baby… So fucking tight. I’m cumming.” You watched as his face twisted, similar to the way Sam’s had just a bit ago, feeling the first bit of his release.

“That’s good, baby…” You stroked your hands down his back as he finished. You turned your head to look at Sammy, still laying against the pillows with drooping eyes and a dopey smile, “You guys were both amazing.” You reached up to grab his hand as Jake pulled out of you. Sam yanked at your hand and you crawled up the bed to lay beside him, curling your body into his side, “You feeling good, Sammy?”

He fought the sleep that threatened to close his eyes, “Hmm. I feel great. You felt fucking great.” You giggled at his sleepy, fucked out voice.

“What about you, Jake?” You held your hand out to him and pulled him down onto the bed as he took it.

He climbed in behind you, fitting against the curve of your body, “Fucking fantastic, baby.” He murmured into your hair as he let out a tired sigh. You smiled to yourself as you laid your head on Sam’s chest and draped a leg over his while Jake spooned you with an arm firmly around your waist. A silence fell upon the room as you soaked up their warmth. Just as a slumber began to take you, you made a promise to yourself that this was definitely not a one time thing.

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soulwillower · 2 years

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rude boy [remastered] • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader smut)

hi i've decided to start off my remastered series with a reader fav :) hope yall like it! this one is much more dirty ig, so lmk if thats smth yall wannt more of.

requested: hii💕 could u do a richie smut where he kinda hates her and so does she…but the sex is good lol? i got inspired by rude boy by rihanna haha

+ @kennafild Ohhhh pleeeese, Rude Boy (Richie Tozier) 💖💖💖 it’s my favorite

warning: swearing, dirty talk, light choking, use of bitch + slut, semi-public sex, slight voyeur themes, unprotected hate sex, they are not fucking nice to each other, reader slaps richie and it awakens somethin in BOTH of them, unedited

[losers + reader are aged up to college, 20+ in this.]

remastered version: 2.8k.

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it's quiet as you wipe around the coffee machine, the orange light still on under the buzzing bright fluorescents. you make a note to yourself to turn it off when your manager leaves.

you sigh as the last customer walks out the front doors of the diner, a small receipt lingering where she'd sat for hours, making googly eyes across the bar counter, playing with the stupid straw of her shake. walking over, you don't even have to look at it to know there's a number scribbled on it with most likely a name, probably a heart. your stomach recoils in disgust, snatching up the paper and shoving it in the waistband of your skirt, figuring the trash was already taken out for the night.

your boss walks over to where you stand at the counter, wiping it off with a rag. “she's finally gone?” she asks and you nod, rolling your eyes. your manager chuckles with a shrug , "kid is a menace, but he sure brings in a lot of service."

it makes you huff; it gets on your nerves , but you know she's right. sadly, that menace is the very reason your tips are so high. she pulls a sweater over the uniform, sounding exhausted, "right, well i’m gonna head out. can you and richie lock up?” she asks as you resist the urge to gag at the name of your coworker, but you nod nonetheless. “yeah, of course.”

she leaves a few minutes later and you pull at the collar of your stupid, synthetic retro diner uniform. it’s red and black and awfully cheesy. employees are allowed to choose between a matching red skirt or black slacks - it’s an old school kitschy diner on the outskirts of derry that pays shitty. but a summer job is a summer job, and the tips weren’t awful so you can't really complain.

but the worst thing by far about working at the diner came in the form of a 6'2 nightmare with a sharp jawline and a serious nicotine addiction. richie fucking tozier.

he’s been a server here the longest and you were seen, to his chagrin, as the most responsible, so you two were trusted to close the diner together most nights. didn’t mean you got along though, not at all. he was loud, obnoxious, a slacker, and a scrawny, phony asshole. you’ve never liked him and he’s never liked you, and that's just the way it is. he is the worst part of every summer and winter break, and you can only be thankful that you never went to derry high.

there were some pretty decent people on staff, thankfully. you liked your manager, and you like mike, who worked dish, and many of the servers were more than tolerable. but richie fucking tozier.

during shifts, richie always played music on the jukebox and serenaded loudly to every boy and girl who stepped foot in the diner as they sat at the counter and swooned. he barely did his work and got way too generous of tips - you know it’s solely because of his looks, because he is an awful server and an even worse human. but he has curly, fluffy dark hair, freckles, and a face sculpted by aphrodite. he always smelled like cologne and cigarettes, always had his shirt unbuttoned way lower than necessary, and walked with a stupid bounce in his step that some people saw as charm.

as you finish mopping up the dining area, you hear footsteps and your eyes catch richie’s beat up, lyric-scribbled red high tops. “richie! i just mopped there!” you yelp at him as you snap your head up to stare at him in anger. he just shrugs, “you missed a few spots anyways.” he says through a mouth full of chocolate milkshake.

you fight the urge to slap the glass out of his hand, “could you stack the chairs?” you ask him, trying to stay civil. last time you and richie locked up together, you'd argued so bad that he’d thrown a glass and shattered it. you’d both gotten in huge trouble.

“why can’t you?” he asks, his voice awfully teasing. you glare at him as you sit down, throwing the mop as it hits his chest. he catches it against him, the handle making a clacking noise when it hits the star of david chain on his bare chest. you scoff, why did he have to wear his uniform unbuttoned like that?

“fine, i’ll stack the chairs. you mop.” you grumble, getting up to lift the chairs. you hear a screeching noise but you refuse to look, knowing he’s sitting down and that would just fuel your fire. as you lean over one of the booths, something makes your head turn and you see richie just in time for him to snap his eyes away. your eyes widen - he was just checking you out. god damn these fucking skirts. “what are you looking at, tozier?” you spit venomously. as much as you don’t want to admit it, there was something really hot about the way he was staring.

“shut up.” he grumbles, getting up and locking the doors before walking back into the break room. once you finish out in the dining area, you walk towards the back to see him checking over the kitchen. “hey, did mike take out the trash before he clock-”

“yes, of course he did, y/n.” richie cuts you off. you cross your arms, “i’m just trying to get our job done! christ, richie, you make me so fucking mad.” you spit. he turns to look at you, his eyes bold and his cheeks splattered with pink and freckles. “i hate that i have to fucking deal with you. i should fire you.” he hisses, turning off the dishwasher and walking over to the front counter. you're hot on his heels.

“that's rich. you’re a fucking nightmare to work with! and you’re not my fucking boss!” you yell, glaring at him. "well the chart begs to fucking differ.“ he spits, a chipped black fingernail pointing to where the employee chart lists your names, him being slightly higher than yours because of experience. you think briefly you might deck him in the face. "we’re payed the same, you fucking bonehead!” you all but yell, stepping up to him. “and i do so much more work than you! all you do is flirt with everyone until they take pity on you and give you a tip.”

you expect him to scream back at you, but instead he looks extremely pissed while taking a step closer. “do you know how fucking jealous you sound right now, y/n?” he hisses. something makes you turn bright red in the face, but you scoff at the absurd accusation. “jealous? of who?” you all but yell, your arms flying up. it’s only now that you notice that he has you with your knees against the break table.

“of all the people i fuck.” he says, his voice calm but sinister and dangerous. you scoff again, “i hate you.” you say, leaning towards him. something about the way he looks makes you want to hit him as hard as you can but also shove him against the wall and make out with him. he chuckles as if something about what you said was funny, “i don’t hear you denying it, princess.”

you roll your eyes, turning to wipe the counter and hide your flushed face. "you're so immature. it's just not professional."

he scoffs, converses crossing as he leans back against the dessert case, "professional? I've seen you light a cig on the burners in the back. I've seen you eat food off a customer's old plate!" he hisses, tossing the rag he was using on the floor. narrowing your eyes, you turn, "you do that shit too! everyone does."

he rolls his doe eyes, shaking his head until something on you catches his eye. reaching quickly, he grabs the receipt from your waistband, your reaction too slow as he lifts it high above your heads, far out of reach. "richie," you protest, annoyed. maybe flustered.

his smile is bright and teasing, "what's this, y/n?" he murmurs, reading it as he holds it up to the light. you brush hair from your face, flustered as he raises a brow, "is this your-" he looks at you, "is this your number? you were going to give me your number?" he's astounded. you panic, "no, it's - it's from- its trash." you argue. he stares at you, disbelieving. "you have the hots for me or somethin' toots? that's so cute." he's smirking. "you know that's not true." you hiss.

"listen, i know i csn be intimidating, but if you maybe just tried a smile, y-" but angrier than ever, you shove him back in aggravation before he can finish. he stumbles back from your force, hands falling back to steady himself. "FUCK," he yells, hand shooting back up to his lips. "y/n! why isn't the coffee machine off?" he yells. you blink, huffing, "I was going to turn it off, but someone decided to be a fucking pain in the ass!" you counter.

"well what, were you just schlepping around out here while I was closing?!" he hisses. you want to scream, "you know what? you're a fucking asshole. you can close yourself." you smile, sickeningly sweet as you lay a sarcastic hand on his arm. patting it, you move to shove past him.

his fingers are tight as he stops you, wide, angry eyes staring you down. he pulls you eye level, leaning down to you. "you're not leaving me, sweetheart." he sneers. you glare, "you can't stop me. why don't you call your girlfriend for company?" you sneer back. ripping your arm away, you turn around and hear a mutter under his breath, "jealous bitch."

without thinking, you turn around and smack his cheek so hard it echoes in the empty diner. it's quiet for a moment, his cheek bright red and blossoming. your hand stings.

"oy vey," he whispers, large hand holding his jaw before he smirks, shrugging it off. his tongue runs over his teeth and you bite your lower lip to hide your sudden arousal. he nods curtly, laughing gently to himself in disbelief.

"well, that was actually kind of hot, princess." he mutters, and for some reason that’s it. the princess, that’s all it takes for you to smash your lips against his forcefully.

it’s a kiss that it so rough it’s almost violent; fueled by hatred and adrenaline and something akin to attraction. it happens so quick, you're almost dizzy. he’s pushing your hips harshly into the counter behind you so that you’re sitting up on it, him immediately stepping between your legs. your hands are on his neck and they thread into his hair as your teeth clash and noses hit each other. you hated him so fucking much.

his hands move up so he’s grabbing your bare thigh with one hand, metal cool against your heated flesh and digging in. the other hand cups the back of your neck and pulls you closer to him, causing your stomach to flutter with desire. you pull away and immediately attach your lips to the column of his neck, not wanting to have to look at his awful, handsome, heart-stopping face.

he ruts up against you and you feel the outline of his cock, making you moan against his neck. his hand slides up and under the hem of your skirt, squeezing your hip as you suck a bruise into his throat hard, teeth biting his flesh. he pulls away from you quickly, looking at you with fury. his hand grasps your neck, taking you by surprise and coaxing a moan from your lips before kissing you again.

it knocks the wind out of you with his force but you quickly recover, dragging your hands down his chest and tracing his bulge with your fingertips. he grunts as he pulls away and looks at you. his eyes bore in to you, his lips swollen.

"you want me so bad," he smirk, "that you'll let me fuck you right here in the diner? anybody could see." he whispers in your ear, fingers softly toying with your throbbing pussy through the your underwear.

you’re gasping but you recover your breath and shoot him a glare. “well? are you gonna fuck me or are you just going to stare at me like a goddamn airhead?” you spit. he glares at you and pulls you up by your shoulders, spinning you and bending you by the waist so your face is pressed against the cool of the counter.

“oh yeah, this is much better.” he replies snarkily as he pulls your skirt up and grinds against your ass. "so pretty without your fucking attitude." you moan quietly and you hear him undoing his belt buckle. you’re aching and you can feel excitement bubbling in your stomach, wiggling your hips slightly in need.

what you don’t expect is a harsh smack to land on your ass, making you gasp in arousal. his hands squeeze your ass and you look back to see him pumping himself, sliding your panties down your legs. your eyes widen slightly, noticing how big he is, but you groan in impatience, “can you hurry up already?” you spit.

he glares at you and shakes his head . "you're fucking pathetic. just begging to be fucked in this skirt, aren't you?"

through your ecstacy you hum, "pathetic?" you gasp, "cute coming from you, richie. you're basically dreaming about fucking me every day. don't think I don't see you look at me." his cheeks redden as you turn back to smirk at him. his hand snacks your ass forcefully, pulling another satisfying moan to fall from your mouth. "for such a dick, I'm surprised you could even get it up. good boy." you smirk. his face contorts, jaw clenching.

brows furrowed in anger, he thrusts in all at once, making you moan so loud it burns your throat; he fills you up perfectly and you drop your head to rest on the counter as he starts to thrust.

he’s not forgiving; he fucks into you hard and deep and you have to bite your hand to keep from moaning his name in pleasure. you wouldn't be caught dead moaning his name . you’d never hear the end of it. his hands grip your hips so tightly you know there’ll be marks tomorrow and he’s muttering swear words quietly, adding to the wetness between your legs.

he’s hitting the perfect spot inside you and one glance behind you shows his face just as contorted in pleasure as yours is. you hate to admit it, but he’s fucking hot and the expression is perfect on him.

he’s fucking you into the front counter, your sight falling to the diner windows across from you. he pulls your hips back to meet his thrusts you can’t help but whimper his name. you can hear his smirk in his voice, even when your eyes are clenched shut. “sorry, princess, I didn't hear that.”

you groan, half in pleasure and half because you hate how good he’s making you feel. “i fucking hate you s-so much, tozier.” you say, trying to stop your moans but failing miserably. his hips are snapping into yours and you clench around him, knowing you’re about to cum embarrassingly fast.

he hums at your words tauntingly, “say anything you want, slut. but i know it's been five minutes and you’re about to cum on my cock.” he mutters the words and you moan again, your toes curling in pleasure. he thrusts deeper into you and you let out a strangled scream as you hit your peak. your fingers grasp on the edge of the counter as richie plows through your high, chasing his own.

you start to whimper, feeling overly sensitive. he chuckles darkly, “so good. you’re fine.” he mutters, his hands squeezing your ass. he thrusts a few more times before his hips stutter and he finishes inside you with a low moan. his chest is pressed on your back and you can’t seem to catch your breath, feeling limp and extremely pleasured. your legs shake.

holy shit.

he pulls out of you, making you whimper at the sensation and he pulls up your panties, rubbing the seat of your clothed core with his thumb. the stimulation makes you jolt as he pulls your skirt down. you wait, not sure what to say, but richie doesn't waste one moment.

“fuck you.” he whispers in your ear and then he gets up, pulls his pants up, and walks towards the breakroom.

you stand up, to save the last bit of dignity you have, listening to him in the other room grab his keys and jacket, and leave eventually.

you stand there with the now burned old coffee, breathing heavily, unsure what the fuck just happened but knowing you loved it way too much.

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lovesongbracket · 1 year

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Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Lay All Your Love On Me

Written By: Björn Ulvaeus & Benny Andersson

Artist: ABBA

Released: 1981

Cover included: Amanda Seyfried & Dominic Cooper for Mamma Mia!, 2008

“Lay All Your Love On Me” explores the high emotions and passions that can emerge when falling in love, and documents one woman’s shift into erratic behaviors as she falls under the spell of her new lover. The song hit number one in the US dance charts in 1981, but has lasted in popularity over the years, becoming an ABBA staple. It was featured in the band’s jukebox musical (and its movie adaption), Mamma Mia, and in 2006 was named the 60th greatest dance song of all time by Slant magazine.

[Verse 1] I wasn't jealous before we met Now every woman I see is a potential threat And I'm possessive, it isn't nice You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice [Pre-Chorus] But now it isn't true Now everything is new And all I've learned has overturned I beg of you [Chorus] Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me [Verse 2] It was like shooting a sitting duck A little small talk, a smile, and baby, I was stuck I still don't know what you've done with me A grown-up woman should never fall so easily [Pre-Chorus] I feel a kind of fear When I don't have you near Unsatisfied, I skip my pride I beg you, dear [Chorus] Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me [Verse 3] I've had a few little love affairs They didn't last very long and they've been pretty scarce I used to think that was sensible It makes the truth even more incomprehensible [Pre-Chorus] 'Cause everything is new And everything is you And all I've learned has overturned What can I do? [Chorus] Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me

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Demolition Lovers

Written By: Matt Pelissier, Mikey Way, Ray Toro & Gerard Way

Artist: My Chemical Romance

Released: 2002

The Demolition Lovers are the couple seen on the cover for MCR’s next album, Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. This song, along with much of the album, is a prequel to the story of Three Cheers… in which a man makes a deal with the devil to get his dead lover back by killing 1,000 evil men and giving the devil their souls in exchange for her. This song is most likely where the lover dies. The two “Demolition Lovers” are featured on the cover of the album.

[Verse 1] Hand in mine, into your icy blues And then I'd say to you, "We could take to the highway With this trunk of ammunition, too" I'd end my days with you, in a hail of bullets [Chorus] I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know just how much you mean to me And after all the things We put each other through and [Verse 2] I would drive on to the end with you A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full And I feel like there's nothing left to do But prove myself to you, and we'll keep it running [Chorus] But this time, I mean it I'll let you know just how much you mean to me As snow falls on desert sky Until the end of everything I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know how much you mean As days fade and nights grow And we grow cold [Post-Chorus] Until the end, until this pool of blood Until this, I mean this, I mean this, until the end of [Chorus] I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know how much you mean As days fade and nights grow And we grow cold But this time, we'll show them We'll show them all how much we mean As snow falls on desert sky Until the end of every… [Interlude] All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] As lead rains will pass on through Our phantoms forever, forever Like scarecrows that fuel this flame We're burning forever and ever Know how much I want to show you You're the only one Like a bed of roses There's a dozen reasons in this gun [Outro] And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever!

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#polls #poll tournament #poll bracket #tournament #bracket #lovesongbracket #round5 #lay all your love on me #abba #demolition lovers #my chemical romance #Youtube

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pretty-pink-seaslug · 4 months

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GUESS WHO BEAT SIDE ORDER

I FEEL THE POWER‼️‼️‼️‼️

now that I did that, time for me to fangirl even more. *clears throat*

HI YEAH AAAHAHAHAHAHA IM GOING TO FUCKING EXPLODEEEEEE!!!!!!!!1!!!!1!! 💕💖💗💓💓💘💖💖💝💘💕💖💓💓💞💞💕💘💝

MARINA MY BELOVED PEARL MY BELOVED DEDF1SH MY BELOVED-

THE FACT THAT THIS WAS ALL IN A SIMULATION IS SO COOOOOL BECAUSE NOW I DON'T HAVE TO BELIEVE IT'S AN AU ANYMORE BECAUSE IT LITERALLY IS JUST A THING HAPPENING- MARINA UR SO SMART AND TALENTED AND COOL AND BEAUTIFUL????

ok ok enough caps lock lol here's the part where I'm coherent; this ost goes fucking crazy??????? I still have to look through my jukebox for the song list but good god alMIGHTY the music team put their BALLS into this one.

I'm not sure if I fought all the bosses, I'm praying I didn't yet because man this dlc is just way past cool- but the rotating upside down cylindrical pyramid thing (I FORGOT THE NAME,,) is single handedly the most horrifying thing the splatoon team has ever created. Why does it sound like that.

The bosses I fought are the evil player team, The Horrors (the boss I mentioned above), and the rolling naval mine thing

If there's anymore bosses I hope I get to fight them aaaa I love roguelikes with surprise events

and lastly and DEFINITELY not least: that ending made me all warm and gooey on the inside aggggghghhhghh I love how agent 8 and Marina were the only ones to look at the player, that octoling awareness 💪🏾

also the end news report with off the hook posing in front of a picture of dedf1sh is killing me 💀💀💀, shawty will NOT be seen in person jnviahdsjkvn

edit: OOH OOH I FORGOT TO MENTION!! THE FIRST RUN I BEAT THE FINAL BOSS AND COMPLETED THE GAME WAS MY FIRST TIME USING THE ORDER ROLLER; I AM A ROLLER MAIN WITH A PURPOSE 💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾 AND I'LL TRY IT WITH THE CHARGER WHEN I UNLOCK THAT TOO--

#and with that I can finally unblock the splatoon tags and happily search splatoon content on youtube again #splatoon side order #splatoon side order dlc #splatoon 3 #splat3 #side order #splatoon #splatoon dlc spoilers #fangirling

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satans-left-asscheeky · 1 year

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Hi! I'm not sure if you are currently taking requests but if you are I'd like to request how the F04 companions would react to a Sole Survivor who gets around by using Roller Skates!! Or just, is just really good at Roller skating in general.

Thank you! :D

This is so cute! Sorry for taking so long, but I hope you like it 💖

Maccready

"Hey- Wait up! This is so not fair!"

Much to his annoyance, he'd have to jog to keep up with sole which would lead to a lot of bitching from Mac. Eventually, he'd either just shut up about it or get his own pair because he hated lagging behind so much. If he did get his own pair, Sole would definitely need to teach him how to skate because the first time he put the roller blades on he was a wobbly mess.

Hancock

"Would you look at you... Havin' fun?"

He'd fully expect a turn once sole was done. Once he had the skates on he'd try and take off just like he'd seen sole do and end up falling on his ass, so whith a hurt rump and pride he'd hand them back to sole and decide to leave the skating to them

Cait

"Take those damn things off.... you look ridiculous"

She didn't think this looked like a good idea. Sole was liable to fall down and break something, and what a stupid way to get injured

Danse

"This doesn't seem the slightest bit safe"

the paladin would hold his breath every time he saw the skate by, even if sole somehow managed to never fall.

Curie

"Oh, this looks like so much fun! Wherever did you find these madam/monsieur"

She'd wanna try to roller skate! Although as soon as she fell down and scuffed her knees and gave Sole the "🥺" face Sole decided it was time to put them up for a bit, at least until they could get Curie knee pads

Deacon

"You look like those waitresses at the old dinners... ah man, all we need now is a jukebox, and we're set"

He'd think it was great. He'd love to see them whip by on their skates. He'd get a massive kick out of them, especially when des and carrington would give them an annoyed glance at hq. Priceless

Piper

"Where'd you find those!? No, really, we've gotta get a pair for Nat."

Her and sole would scrounge the commonwealth looking for a pair of roller skates in Nats size. Once they found one Sole would then have to teach the preteen how to skate. Overall, it was a pretty wholesome exchange

Nick

"Heh, look at you! Gotta say I still am mad the institute didn't give me wheels... would make getting around a lot easier."

Much like dee, he'd think it was hilarious and adorable. He'd be a bit jealous when they were easily able to outpace him, and his old rusted body couldn't keep up, but oh well.

Preston

"I mean, you'll definitely get to settlements faster wearing those...."

He doesn't really understand why they're wear them... was it some prewar tradition? Either way, it was fine by him since its making them faster overall. Now, if only they could equip some more minutemen with these.... they could really be there at a minutes notice.

X6-88

"When you inevitably fall, I will not be helping you back up"

He finds it annoying the way the zipped around. They were drawing far to much unwanted attention for his taste

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I’m so into the idea of Jake turning into a bumbling mess when he’s interested in someone. Like sure he’s cocky and sure of himself, he smirks more than he smile, but that’s only when he wants no strings attached.

When he meets someone he’s into he turns into bambi, his knees don’t work. Bradley nearly screams with laughter when he sees Jake “hangman” Seresin walk right into the pool table and topple over when you walk in. But the things keep happening. He goes to sit on a barstool and misses it, goes to drink his beer and accidentally takes a swig of bobs discarded peanut shells, he spills his round on the floor and mops it up because he feels so bad, he even manages to almost tip over the jukebox. Deep down he knows it’s nerves but he just wants to be that 6 foot cocky pilot again.

It all comes to a head one day when you bump into him on a grocery run, he starts tripping over his shoelaces the second he sees you wheel your cart around the corner, suddenly aware of the carton of eggs in his basket that WILL break if he falls. You break out in a huge smile, greeting him and asking how his day is going. He manages to answer, in fact he actually manages to suggest you go together to the naval BBQ the next weekend and when you ask if it’s a date he musters the courage to say yes. You smile and say you’d love to, you’d actually been trying to think of a way to ask him out yourself and boom his smirk is back. But before you hold up any shoppers you point out how you have to rush off but you can’t bring yourself to leave him with his shoe untied so you kneel down and tie it before bouncing back up, smiling and waving good bye as you continue your cruise around the store.

Jake doesn’t trip again. 💟

AAAAAH MY BELOVED ANON I COULDN’T STOP SMILING READING THIS !!!!!!!

you’re so right with jake smirking more than he smiles. he sees you and he’s giving you this awkward and lopsided grin, but the moment he has you at the navy bbq and he’s actually on a date with you, he’s back to his signature smirk. bradley continually makes comments about how jake did a freaky friday switch with bob.

i feel like he would get back into the swing of things. he would be his usual self and charm the pants off you, until one day and two months into your relationship you uttered the words, “i love you” and he’s right back to square one.

thank you so much for this wonderful thought my beloved anon!! 💌💖

#💌you’ve got mail #💟 anon #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #hangman x you #jake hangman x you

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leibholz-moved · 1 year

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#💖 jukebox #hhhhhh honour badge of ‘survived shift at work solely by imagining slow dancing to this with my f/o’….#i’m usually very mild about bowie but this cover always kicks my ass ……..

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dansa-i-neon · 1 year

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choose your favorite:

#harry styles #olivia rodrigo #dua lipa #billie eilish #ariana grande #ed sheeran #adele #taylor swift #sam smith #bruno mars #poll #2010s #2020s #pop music

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prettyblondguys · 1 year

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So my request is eddie x plus size reader….maybe eddie and his friends go out to a bar for a night out. Reader and her friends are there having a good time all her friends are getting hitting and asked to dance. She is not…eddie noticed her immediately but is shy he finally gets up the courage to ask her she thinks/asks if it’s a joke because she thinks he’s so beautiful he wouldn’t dare ….they end up dancing and getting hot and heavy on the dance floor and eddie takes her back to his place good smutty ending please……I had another horrible dating experience yesterday I need some plus sized positivity 💕

💖💛💖💛

Velvet

Eddie x plus size f!reader

Warnings: filthy smut. Oral (f recieving), fingering, overstimulation, PinV, praise, alcohol, slight (blink and you'd miss it) fatphobia/body insecurity, I'm not gonna be shamed into proofreading.

You knew you shouldn't have agreed to come out with your friends to the bar, they had begged you to come along, saying you needed to "get out more" and "meet some guys". But you knew the guys around here were not your type, and you weren't theirs. Which was fine, you knew some people had their issues and vapid opinions on your body, but you also knew there were plenty of fish in the sea who wanted to swim in your pond, for lack of a better phrase. It was just nearly impossible to find those guys in Hawkins, let alone in the sleek, preppy bar (and you used that word loosely) you found yourself in, today's pop hits crooning from a shiny jukebox.

You watch as your friend Tiffany bats her eyes at yet another guy trying to keep her attention, while your other two friends flit around the place chatting and flirting away. You feel a pang of envy settle in your chest, you loved those girls, but they had no idea how easy it was for them to find guys. Granted, that didn't guarantee that they were good guys. Douchbags were the great equalizer, whether you're skinny, big, or somewhere in between, you're bound to run into them. The guy drags Tiffany from the bar, her laugh floating in the air as they start swaying to some Lionel Richie song, while you stand there, finger running along the rim of your barely touched drink. You have the sensation of being watched, your eyes scanning around the cramped place until they land on the culprit. Standing towards the back of the room with his gaze fixed firmly on you, was Eddie Munson. Long, wild haired, tatted up, chains and leather jacket wearing Eddie Munson. What the hell is he doing in a place like this? You try to hide the look of surprise, both from seeing him here and from catching him staring at you. You'd seen him around town sometimes but never really interacted with him much, you hadn't been in the same friend groups when you went to high school together, only sharing a few words about this or that when you had the same classes. Admittedly you'd always had a thing for him. But who didn't? The way he'd strut around the cafeteria like he owned the place, always loud and drawing attention to himself. And that smile. Wide and toothy and just asking to be kissed. You hadn't been very confident in school or you might have asked him out, even though the answer would probably have been a resounding 'no', it wouldn't have hurt to try. Your cheeks burn when you realize he's still staring at you, only now you notice his eyes aren't focused on your face, but rather roaming over your body, taking in the way your green velvet mini dress clung to your stomach and thighs, the sweetheart neckline showing just enough cleavage. He's staring so intensely you start to feel weirdly self-conscious, your arms coming to wrap around your front, pulling his eyes back up to yours. To say you're shocked would be an understatement as you watch him blush, his cheeks turning the prettiest dark shade of pink as he turns his head, pretending to be engrossed in what the guy standing next to him is saying.

You shrug and go back to people watching, not willing to let yourself overanalyze whatever the hell that just was. Tiffany walks over to you, grabbing your arm as she looks at you with puppy eyes. "Y/nnnnn," she whines, "I know I dragged you here, but would it be totally awful of me to leave now? It's just that Kyle, that's Kyle over there," she points to the guy she'd been dancing with, "me and him are gonna go, y'know, hang out." She raises her eyebrows suggestively causing you to laugh, "It's fine, Tiff. Really, I'm probably gonna leave soon anyway." She hugs you and scampers off, waving to your other friends before joining arms with the guy and walking towards the door.

"Hey," You jump at the deep voice suddenly beside you, turning to find Eddie, whose eyes are fighting to stay on yours instead of traveling down your body. "Oh, hey Eddie." He seems surprised that you remember him. "It's...Y/n, right?" You nod, smiling as you try to ignore how pretty he is. "Do you, um," he mumbles out, motioning towards the people in the center of the room, "wanna dance?" You let out a deep huff of laughter, "Yeah, right." What is he playing at? You notice the puzzled look on his face. "You wanna dance with me? Me?" You continue, cocking an eyebrow for emphasis. "Yes…" he slowly replies, a smile etching its way onto his face, "this was the least shitty song they had." The beginning of "She Bop" starts playing and you're even more confused. Eddie Munson, drop dead gorgeous Eddie Munson, wants to dance with you. You. Nodding, you set your drink down as you both walk to the middle of the room.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't like the way he was watching your hips sway, your arms coming to rest on his shoulders as his trace along your sides, his eyes hungrily watching you. "I'm actually surprised you're here," you say in a low voice, "it doesn't really seem like your scene." He grins, letting his hands wander a bit further down, "A buddy made me come, needed a wingman." Laughing, you pull him closer, your swaying ending up more like soft grinding, "And how did that work out?" You ask, hearing him audibly swallow as your soft body presses against his, large hands moving to your ass, caressing you through the fabric of your dress. "He left about fifteen minutes ago with some chick, so pretty well, I'd say."

"Then why'd you stay?" You run a finger over the tattoo peeking out from his shirt collar. "I uh, I wanted to say hi." His bulge presses into you, breathing growing heavy as you sway your body into his. You weren't very confident in highschool, but you know a thing or two now. You run your hand down his chest as you lean closer, making him flick his eyes back up to yours. "Is that all you wanted to do?"

Eddie's hands are all over you the second you close your bedroom door, your roommate thankfully wasn't home when you'd pulled up with Eddie in his van. His lips are on yours in a searing kiss, your tongues battling for dominance as you taste each other. You push his jacket off his shoulders, followed quickly by his shirt, your hands wandering shamelessly over his body, covered in tattoos and pale scars. He palms your breasts over your dress, moaning into your mouth while gently kneading them, before running down your middle and over your soft stomach, stopping to squeeze the supple flesh of your hips. "You're so fucking hot," he mumbles into your mouth, his fingers moving to toy with the hem of your dress, "want you so fucking bad." You reach down and pull the dress over your head, leaving you in your lace panties and matching bra. Thank goodness you'd thought to wear those instead of your usual set. "Then what are you waiting for?"

With that he backs you up until your legs hit the bed, dropping to sit down as he stands over you, brows furrowed as he looks at you with lust-blown eyes, so dark they're almost black. He cups your face, thick fingers engulfing your soft jaw as his thumbs move back and forth over your cheeks, leaning down to kiss you again, stealing the breath from your lungs. "Scoot up the bed." You oblige without question, watching as he unbuckles his belt and takes his jeans off, a very large bulge in his boxers pulling your attention, wetness pooling between your legs. He crawls forward onto the bed, hands running up your legs and hooking under them, "Come here, pretty girl," he yanks you down closer to him, fuck he's strong, capturing your lips in a kiss. His lips feel soft against yours as his hands trail up your body, pawing at your thick, soft thighs, and then caressing your belly, his touches pulling little moans from you as he breaks away, nipping at your neck and soothing the area with wet kisses, going lower and lower until he's suckling at the exposed skin of your breasts, hellbent on leaving marks. You're so lost in the feeling of his mouth on you that you don't notice him easing his way down, leaving a hot trail down to your stomach where he places soft kisses all over, trailing his tongue over your stretch marks, hands kneading into the doughy flesh of your thighs as you whimper from the attention he's giving to every inch of your body, practically worshiping it. "So pretty," he mumbles against you, "so fucking pretty."

His kisses trail further down, over your now soaked through panties as he hooks his fingers under them, leaning back to pull them over your thighs, tossing them on the floor before leaning back down, pushing your legs apart as his face hovers over your mound.

You gasp when his tongue licks a strip up your outer lips, licking up and down to nudge them apart until he can run it through your folds, laving at the slick that's collected there, drinking you down. "Eddie," your hands go to tangle in his hair, trying to push him further into you, which he happily allows, burying his face deep into your sopping pussy. He moans against you, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure through you. The room is filled with the lewd sounds of him sucking and licking at your cunt for what feels like an eternity of bliss, one hand snaking up to prod at your slit, a single digit pushing into you and curling up, brushing against your most sensitive spot.

"That feel good, pretty girl?" He asks as you start bucking your hips up, desperate for more. You feel your release starting to build, unable to stop the moans falling from your lips as his tongue flicks against your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you. "That's it, baby. Just like that." You feel it snap, your climax hitting you so intensely, a wave of arousal pooling out of you and soaking Eddie's face as he groans, greedily lapping up as much as he can before you start to push him away from the overstimulation.

He sits back on his haunces, grinning down at you all flushed and out of breath, one of his hands reaching into his boxers to grasp his length, giving slow, steady pumps. Despite the sensitivity, your body wants him. Needs him. "Please," you whine, eyes flickering down to watch him stroke himself, "I need you inside me." Without any hesitation he pushes his boxers down and throws them to the floor, your mouth watering at the size of him as he lines himself up with your dripping entrance, leaning down to kiss you before plunging deep into your pussy, bottoming out with a groan. "Fuck," he hisses, setting a quick rhythm, "you feel so fucking good." You grab onto his shoulders as he mercilessly pounds into you, dragging the most wanton, pornographic sounds from you as he stretches you in a way you've never been before. "Taking me so well, pretty girl." His praises add to the ecstasy coursing through your body, the ember of your orgasm growing and growing with each thrust of his cock, until you feel yourself tipping over the edge, screaming his name as your walls clench around him, his hips snapping against you frantically as you pull him over with you, giving one last deep thrust before stilling atop you.

After a minute he pulls out and rolls over, the palm of his hand resting on your thigh as you both catch your breath. "That was, um," you pant, too thoroughly fucked out to form a coherent sentence. "Really fucking good?" He offers with a laugh, rolling onto his side to look at you, fingers coming up to run over the lace of your bra. All you can do is not your head, mesmerized by how pretty he looks. A smirk spreads across his face, a mischievous glint flickering in his big brown eyes.

"Wanna go again?"

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kinkykinard · 4 months

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spotify shuffle

tagged by the lovely @liabegins - thank you! 💖💖

rules: shuffle your on repeat playlist and list 10 songs that show up

Take Forever (Hally's Song) - Cooper Alan

Young & Wild - The Strumbellas

Sweet Tooth - Scott Helman

The Good Stuff - Martin Kerr

Something To Feel - Dixon Dallas

Wildflowers - Maddie Poppe

Misfit - High Dive Heart

Burn Your Village - Kiki Rockwell

Make It - Jake Reese

Fred Astaire - Jukebox the Ghost

tagging: @fireladybuckley @nurse-buckley @dearestdiaz @novemberhush @fleurdebeton @honestlydarkprincess @tulipfromtheinternet @yelenasbuddie @eddiediaaz

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sidekick-hero · 11 months

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I would love to know more about For in our great sorrow!! 💖

Awwww thank you Sav for the ask! 🥰 I had to wait a bit with answering it, because I handed part of it in for a drabble game and I couldn't reveal it was mine until now.

The thing is, I love the idea but sometimes, words won't come (which sucks), so this story died a quiet death. But that means, I can share what I have with you, it's not much but you get an idea 🫶

Sad Steve under the cut

For in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means

He needs to get out of here. The music is too loud, the lights too bright, too many people crowd too close and he can't breathe.

Steve used to love going out, dancing the night away in some club, always drunk or high or both, fucking someone in the back room or taking them home just to never call them again. Reveling in the attention, the thrill, the constant onslaught of sensation, basking in the admiration, the jealousy, the lust. He would just get lost in the feeling, becoming the perfect canvas for people to project onto as they pleased.

It's been his brand for so long that he's still having a hard time adjusting to being someone else. He still doesn't know who that someone is.

He's just as lonely as before, but now, sober and alone, he's aware of it in a way he wasn't before. If you'd asked him back then if he was lonely, he'd have laughed in your face, cold and mocking, before grabbing the next best hot piece of ass to saunter off with in tow. Numbing himself with booze, drugs, and sex worked surprisingly well. Which is why part of him wishes he could go back to the way things were. Usually all it takes is the memory of Tommy's bloodied, ruined face to remind him why he doesn't. Steve may have survived the car crash that took Tommy's life, but his old self died with Tommy that night.

He still has the ugly scars on his face, on his whole body, to remind him of that.

A new song begins to play on the jukebox, installed this year in lieu of a live DJ due to budget cuts. The financial crisis had reached even Harrington and Hagan, the largest law firm in Chicago, and the annual holiday party had to be scaled back to a bare-bones affair. Not that Steve cares. What he cared about was that the song playing now was the same one Tommy had grinded against him that night seven months ago, his lips against Steve's ear, shouting over the music that they should get out of here and take his new car for a spin. The way Tommy pressed against him, his lips wet against Steve's skin, Steve knew he wasn't just going to take the car for a spin.

The coke and booze in his veins had told him that this was a great idea.

And it was. At least until it wasn't.

One minute Steve is standing at the edge of the dance floor, the next he is kneeling on the floor of the company bathroom puking his guts out, not knowing how he got there or who is holding his hair back with hands that are blessedly cool against his overheated skin.

His body still tenses at the touch, memories flood in of kneeling on dirty floors in dark rooms, strangers touching him, petting, pinching, groping his body. Hands in his hair, almost gentle before suddenly gripping it tightly, pulling and pushing his head until his mouth was where they wanted it. He still remembers the rush he got when they crowded around him, the thrill of their hunger, the way they used him to get off. It made him feel powerful. Seen and wanted.

Only after the spit and cum had cooled on his body did the emptiness creep back in, leaving an ache deeper than the soreness in his limbs, his jaw, his ass. Soaring high and crashing hard, that's how it went back then. The memory was bittersweet at best.

"That's it, Harrington, let it all out."

Steve is ripped from the past and thrown back into the present by a voice that sounds at least vaguely familiar to him, and his muscles relax with it. He's heard this voice before, but in a different context, and distantly remembers it as deeper. Throatier, but warm, not the mocking, belittling tone he associates with strangers' hands. As much as part of him thrived on it then, this is now and he doesn't want that anymore.

"What -" Steve groans and stops, because talking hurts. Everything hurts. He tries to turn his head to look at the owner of that familiar voice, but as soon as he does, the world tilts and his stomach heaves again. Another wave of bile hits the porcelain before he begins to dry heave, nothing left to give inside him.

The hands on his body never leave him, one still holding back his hair, the other soothingly stroking his back. It's so nice that Steve doesn't know what to do. His body wants to lean into the comfort offered, starved of any kind of touch for so long, while his brain screams for him to push it away. He doesn't need pity. Steve resolves to get away from them as soon as he doesn't feel like dying.

When he stops heaving, he puts his arm across the seat and rests his forehead on it to catch his breath. The hand on his back is still rubbing the tense muscles in his upper back, so he shrugs it off as soon as he's sure he won't have to puke again, and they leave easily, but the person next to him stays, hovering at his side as if ready to jump in if needed. Steve doesn't know what to make of it.

"Who are you?" he asks, not even bothering to lift his head. He just wants to be alone, crawl out of here unseen and lick his wounds.

A chuckle that sounds as amused as he feels. "You don't remember, do you?"

"Remember?" That sound, he's heard it before. That same chuckle, but the sound of it warm. Charmed. Charmed by Steve, he's almost sure. Had he -

"Never mind. C'mon, we'll get you cleaned up and I'll drive you home. Anyone I can call to keep an eye on you? You don't look so hot man, don't think you should be alone right now."

There's no one, hasn't been for a long time. The stranger doesn't need to know that.

"Just leave me alone, okay? I can take care of myself."

His words are met with silence and he feels movement next to him, hears footsteps retreating. Just as Steve thinks the guy is gone, he hears the sound of water running. And the next thing he knows, a wet towel is being pressed to his face, wiping away sweat and other things he doesn't want to think about. It feels heavenly.

"Have you ever considered that maybe you don't have to? Wild thought, I know, but bear with me: Maybe you could just accept a little help, doesn't have to mean anything. Just a thought." Steve wants to roll his eyes at the smartass taking care of him as if they knew each other, but he thinks that might upset his stomach again, so he just says nothing.

"Okay, let's try something. I have a very comfy couch and it's yours tonight. What do you say?"

When Steve doesn't answer, too stunned by this stranger offering him his couch so Steve won't be alone, the guy clearly takes that as a yes. He puts his arm around Steve's waist, his shoulder under Steve's arm, and helps him to his feet. The world tilts again, but he catches it, makes it stop spinning by taking deep, measured breaths. Something’s tickling his cheek and he can smell some sort of woody aftershave, the scent subtle but warm. Steve’s stomach clenches again but settles again almost immediately.

He's suddenly very tired. Fighting off the man's attempts to help him feels like too much work right now, so he lets himself be led out of the bathroom, leaning against a slender frame that still feels strong, sturdy. He wants to turn around, look at the guy's face, but all the strength has left his body. It's not that he trusts this stranger, who sounds and smells like Steve should know him, but there's just not enough fight left in him to care much about what happens next.

They don't run into anyone else as they walk through the dark office building and toward the underground parking garage. The other man's breathing has begun to sound labored when they finally reach a beat-up van, for even with the current weight loss from not eating or sleeping much, Steve is no lightweight. Still, the man hoists him into the passenger seat with comparable ease, and Steve's last thought, as his head slumps against the window of the passenger seat and his seatbelt clicks into place next to him, is that if this is how he dies, murdered by some random guy from his office party, then that's okay.

As he drifts off to the rumble of a motor that has clearly seen better days, he thinks he hears that eerily familiar voice humming along to a song on the radio. It's oddly comforting, and he's out like a light before they even leave the parking lot.

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He's warm.

That's the first thing Steve notices as he slowly comes to, almost like swimming through molasses. It's not how he usually wakes up these days. Since the accident, Steve can't remember sleeping more than three hours at a time, always waking up with a start, drenched in sweat, panting, shaking. Even though he can't remember them, he knows he has nightmares.

This time, however, his body is heavy and comfortable, his heartbeat slow and steady. He can see the bright light of a new day through his closed eyelids, and it takes him a moment to realize what it means. He slept through the night. Inexplicably, this makes his nose itch and his eyes burn.

Taking a few soothing breaths, he slowly opens his eyes and lets the world come into focus. Sunlight comes from a large window slightly to his right. He has no recollection of ever having been here before, but no fear accompanies this thought. There's just this heavy feeling, like there's lead in his veins instead of blood, as his eyes wander over the unfamiliar walls and furniture. It looks cluttered, lived in, and real in a way that his sterile designer loft decidedly does not.

A rustling sound draws his eyes to the floor in front of the sofa, where a mop of dark brown curly hair, frazzled and wild, is peeking over the edge of the cushions, the angle blocking Steve's view.

Steve moves silently, careful not to wake whoever is sitting there as he tries to get a better look. With his elbow under him, he slowly pushes himself up, just enough to look down at the sleeping face.

It's breathtaking, a study in juxtaposition. Prominent nose, bridge straight, tip wide and round. Long, dark lashes kiss high cheekbones. Plush pink lips add unexpected softness to a face that could easily be all edges and sharp lines. Something stirs in the back of his mind as the warm golden glow of the early day paints shadows across the hills and valleys of those lovely features.

Another room, another morning, the same beautiful face bathed in soft light. The same fascination, a fluttering feeling in his stomach that he can't, won't, examine.

A memory resurfaces, once buried deep, rising like the sun.

"I dunno, you're the boss's son, I don't want any trouble."

"You saying I'm not worth a little trouble, Munson?"

"I'm saying a quick fuck is not worth risking my job for, Harrington."

"Awww, who says it has to be quick? Gonna take my sweet time with you."

Those lips against his. On his neck, his thigh, his cock.

His own lips moaning a name. Eddie.

Him waking up to the sight of this man in his bed, sheets tangled between his legs, body covered in bruises, bite marks, red streaks left by fingernails.

"You should leave."

"But -"

"You don't want anyone to tell my father, do you?"

Well, fuck.

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Eddie wanted to help people.

That was what always drove him to keep trying, even when everything seemed to be working against him. Working his ass off, fighting the way his brain was wired to actually sit down and learn, get the grades he needed to become a lawyer. Someone who could work the system to fuck it right back. His Uncle Wayne always teased him that his bleeding heart was the only thing stronger than his stubborn ass.

Eddie certainly did not become a lawyer to do corporate law and sit in court helping rich assholes get richer.

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