#Green room tiger

[rentonmark]

Gotta revive this fandom somehow

[therealwoozie]

mcdonald green room. thanks friends for giving me the courage and inspiration.

[willyoubemycherryy]

𖣔𝕋𝕚𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕚𝕥😂

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤꥟🜚❣︎ 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐯𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐤!𝐧𝐤, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬😭, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭😭😭𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐅𝐑

“𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒚 155 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐��𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒉…”

✫. •🜸. * .ミ★

You were cuddling on the couch when you got distracted by his side profile, specifically his lips.

Tiger was so pretty that the words slipped out before you could process their potential repercussions.

“Spit in my mouth Tig.”

Snapping his head down, he raises an eyebrow in amusement, pupils dilating as he looks at you.

“Yeah?”

You nod your head yes and whine at him, pouting because he was taking too long to give you what you want.

“You’re something else”, he whispers as his hands splay down your back to your ass. Grabbing and massaging, his strong hands send heat pulsing all through your cunt and unable to fight it anymore, you moan a desperate “please” against his lips.

And he kisses you. Hard.

Sucking on your plump lips, Tiger groans at your taste, letting the fat of your ass fill his palms as he roughly spreads your cheeks.

Your body is like livewire, your moans muffled as Tiger’s big tongue fills your mouth, nearly fucking your throat as your lips touch; determined to reach as deep as possible. Through your watering eyes that have rolled into the back of your skull and broken moans, your clit throbs nonstop in your ruined panties and you realize dazedly that you could cum like this.

Depraved of oxygen, lewd noises fill the room with the sounds of your kiss.

Tiger is completely hard, nestled snug right between your sticky pussy lips, shorts soaked through. You jerk violently when Tiger suddenly tongues the roof of your mouth before reaching up to squeeze your throat; mouths still fused together, more slick squirts out of you. Lightheaded as fuck, you rake your nails down his stomach and Tiger rips off of your mouth with a groan.

“Fuck”, he hisses, you gasp for air and whine needily at him, cunt throbbing. Tiger looks at you in your ruined state….before he’s grabbing you by your throat and pulling you to his mouth again. Whining like a little fucked out slut, you grind on him, absolutely melting in pleasure.

Both of your lips are sleek with shared saliva but you don’t care. Not when you’re this wet. Tiger’s tongue laves over yours, making your clit throb more before sucking harshly on your bottom lip, releasing it with a slick ‘pop’.

Head spinning as he takes over you, bathing you in pleasure. He’s such a good fucking kisser, you think dazedly, gasping sharply when you suddenly feel his hand clap down on your ass, the sting felt right in your swollen clit. Tiger spanks your ass again and you almost scream because he’s so heavy handed but it hurt so good.

“Open your mouth princess”, he orders softly against your lips and knowing what he’s about to do gets your heart pounding while you go dumb with how turned on you are as you comply.

Tongue lolling out, you open your mouth as Tiger leans down and spits in it. The second the warmth of his saliva hits the back of your throat, you swear you’re going to cum.

The sound that comes out of you is debauched and wrecked as Tiger licks into your mouth right after, sucking his spit off your tongue and spitting in back in.

That’s all it took for that throbbing, burning heat to consume you.

Sloppy wet kissing, groans, and moans is all you hear as you cum so violently it gives you a headache. Engorged clit being battered by Tiger’s big fat cock nestled between your wet pussy lips, messily sliding you back and forth on his thick cock groaning with you, mouths wet. Fuck he looked so good. So big, so tall, and his face.

Tiger’s saying the dirtiest shit about how he’s gonna fuck your sexy little ass up, how pretty you are, how you act proper but in reality you’re just a nasty little slut who’s fuckhole cums from getting your mouth spit in…

Though truthfully, he was hard the minute you looked up at him with that look you got when you wanted something just to tell him to spit in your mouth but he was more than happy to. Watching you twitch and moan as your eyes rolled into your skull with your mouth wet, humping his cock drenched in your juices felt so good to him that he couldn’t help but cum with you, groaning at your debauched expression.

His little slut was in heaven.

All of it goes straight through you and he doesn’t stop. The warmth of his cum all over your sopping twat is the nail in the coffin as you squirt, walls clenching around nothing while gushing.

Wailing as Tiger overstimulates you, wreaking havoc on your mouth, swallowing up your whines and cries, even your screams of pleasure, big hands spreading your asscheeks apart and fucking up into your clit.

Braindead and boneless, eyes white as you squirt all over him. So gone, you don’t even register him pulling your cotton shorts down and shoving 3 of his thick fingers deep, stretching you out so deliciously and nailing your spot to get you squirting again, convulsing as you do. Tiger hisses in pleasure while you cry out his name. He stops and takes the same fingers that were just inside of you, out; leaving you gaping then sucking your cum off his hand and you moan weakly at the sight. Tiger leans down kissing you again, this time sweetly, and pulls away.

“What else you wanna try?”

.

.

♡︎ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ😌

[ziggy-stardust-is-in-love]

wow I love being an average teenage girl!! completely normal and not strange!!

[henryfdabear]

Tiger Rock (What if...?). The idea is simple "What if Tiger Rock WAS part of the band?" so I made his greenroom, merch, and own neon light trying to match the rest of the merch in SB as closely as I could!

[modwyr]

the tiger is not escaping his cage. the tiger is stuck in the green room.

[eymie]

Do u write for Tiger? DO U KNOW ANYONE THAT HAS😭

I’d pay for a good Tiger fic:(

I DOOO i’m currently writing one right now and definitely more in the future <33

@willyoubemycherryy

has some of my favs but there’s def others too

[qualsly]

the party as dragons!! from left to right, top to bottom: mike (sky), will (rain/night), lucas (sand), dustin (rain), max (sky) and el (night)

here's el with her horns grown out :)

[artneverjudges]

LAYOUT

Callum Turner as Tiger in Green Room (2015) (edited).

Please reblog + like if you use them.

Please credit this account with the username (artneverjudges) wherever you use this edit.

[skeletalheartattack]

drud that’s a family video you can’t buy games from there

just watch me. i whip my wallet and pull out an original holographic charizard pokemon card. yeah buddy. one of these for one luigi's mansion please. and some pikmin 1 and 2 as sides. and a laarge soda.

[nindota]

Been working 4 days a week (this is more than I normally do) for the last few weeks, and wanted to get a drawing out. Decided to go with my blue tiger shark sona for the drawing.

Since my work leaves me pretty mentally tired, it took about a week to get through this drawing

https://twitter.com/Nindota_Art/status/1672411752125063169

[reddpenn]

Here is a potentially silly question: how do you feel about birthstones? Do you think they fit the months (by season or astrological sign)? Do you have other stones you'd rather see as birthstones?

Okay, so, birthstones make absolutely no sense.

I mean, look at this mess. We’re doing beryl and corundum twice! I get that they get Special Different Names for their Special Different Colors, but it's just lazy. And why are we giving some months cheap, common gemstones like garnet and amethyst while the poor June birthdays have to shell out tens of thousands of dollars for FREAKING ALEXANDRITE? That’s incredibly unfair! We should be picking birthstones that are all roughly the same price. And why do some months get multiple gemstones? I’ll tell you why: because nobody can agree on an official list and every attempt to standardize this thing has just added MORE birthstones to every month.

So obviously the answer is to standardize it again, by throwing out everything and starting over. Here are our goals:

Fair pricing. You should be paying roughly the same amount regardless of what month you were born in. We’re getting rid of those ridiculous outliers like diamond and alexandrite.

More customization potential! Nobody should be stuck with a stone they hate. We’re picking gemstones that come in multiple colors or varieties, so that everyone can choose a variant they like.

Wearability. Some birthstones are too fragile to be worn as jewelry. We need to replace them with stronger stuff.

No more duplicate gemstones. Every month gets a stone or family of stones with a unique chemical composition.

Now without further ado, I present to you:

The New And Improved List Of Birthstones With No Problems Or Flaws That Everyone Will Definitely Agree On And We Can Start Using Right Now Immediately

JANUARY: GARNET

I've got no problem with garnet. It's a fine, classic birthstone, so January can keep it. But I would like to see a little more garnet diversity. January birthdays shouldn’t be confined to just red. The garnet family of minerals contains a rainbow of different colors, like orange hessonite, green uvarovite, pink rhodolite, yellow grandite, and many more. They’re all garnet, so we should be wearing them all!

FEBRUARY: QUARTZ

The original birthstone of February was amethyst, which is… kinda boring. Super cheap and common and you only get one color? No, we can do better. February gets ALL the quartzes now. Keep wearing amethyst if you want, but also feel free to branch out into clear quartz, citrine, rose quartz, smoky quartz, rutilated quartz, tiger eye… actually, take all the agates too. If it’s quartz, it’s yours!

MARCH: SPODUMENE

March was originally aquamarine, but I’ll be giving all the beryls to May, so we need a different stone here. Let’s stick with that theme of pale pastels and go with spodumene. For an April birthday, bedeck yourself in green hiddenite, pink kunzite, or yellow triphane. Despite its subtle colors, your birthstone has some amazing fluorescence, with really cool pinks and oranges under a UV light.

APRIL: FELDSPAR

Diamond is too pricy for this list, so we’re replacing it with something less expensive and way more interesting. April will now be represented by the feldspar family. We’re talking labradorite, moonstone, amazonite, aventurine, and sunstone. While you don’t have much variety in color, your stones are full of shimmery schiller which glitters and shifts as it catches the light.

MAY: BERYL

May’s original birthstone was emerald, which is great and can stay, but we’re also adding its siblings! May is now represented by all beryls: Emerald, Aquamarine, Morganite, Bixbite, Heliodor, Goshenite, and whatever other varieties I’m forgetting to list. A bright and saturated rainbow of colors is represented here, so everyone born in May is sure to find something they like.

JUNE: ORGANIC GEMSTONES AND FOSSILS

It’s time to address the alexandrite in the room, and obviously we’re getting rid of alexandrite. A stone worth $15,000 to $70,000 a carat does not belong on the same list as friggin amethyst. Instead we’ll look at the other traditional June birthstone, pearl. The problem with pearl is that it’s a clear outlier in this list. An organic gemstone, by some definitions not even a mineral. Should we replace it? NO. We are OWNING it. All organic gemstones now belong to June. Pearl is joined here by jet, amber, coral, ivory, ammolite, petrified wood… in fact, June can have every fossil ever.

JULY: SPINEL

July was originally represented by ruby, which is a fine stone and won’t be kicked off the birthstone list - we’re just shuffling it down to September. Replacing ruby for July is spinel. (See, it’s funny because historically spinel has often been mistakenly identified as ruby! That's a little gemology humor for you.) Available in any hue you could possibly desire, spinel offers some nice color options to a month that previously only featured red. Of course if you want to keep wearing red, red spinel mimics ruby so well that you’ll barely notice the difference.

AUGUST: PERIDOT

Nope, we’re not changing this one. Peridot is the ideal gemstone and you ungrateful August whiners can die mad about it. HOW ABOUT YOU LEARN TO APPRECIATE PERFECTION

SEPTEMBER: CORUNDUM

Sapphire is a wonderful, classic stone and it deserves its spot on this list. But the corundum family has been separated for far too long, and we’re finally going to reunite them. Joining sapphire in September is its sister ruby. Between the pinks and reds of ruby and the many, many colors of sapphire, these two stones give September a nice variety of colors.

OCTOBER: TOURMALINE

Look, as gorgeous as opal is and as much as I love it, it is both way too pricy for our list and also TERRIBLE in jewelry. This stone is just too brittle to wear around from day to day and can be ruined just by getting it wet, which makes wearing your birthstone a huge hassle. We’ll kick opal out and hang on to October’s other traditional birthstone, tourmaline. Pink tourmaline may be classic, but this stone comes in plenty of other colors. Whether it’s brown dravite, watermelon elbaite, or the rare and beautiful blue indicolite, you can wear them all!

NOVEMBER: TOPAZ

November can keep topaz, but we’re not confining it to the color yellow. This stone comes in a huge variety of colors, and now they can ALL represent November. No further notes; it’s a nice, classic stone.

DECEMBER: ZIRCON

I dunno, I’ve had to come up with 12 of these, I’m burnt out. Sure, zircon, whatever.

“BUT WAIT,” you say. “Now instead of having a single color assigned to each month, almost every month is represented by almost every color, making it impossible to tell anyone’s birthstones apart and removing what made them special and recognizable as symbols!”

Well CLEARLY you didn’t read the title of this list.

[willyoubemycherryy]

𝑨𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 ❤︎︎✪...𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚’𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 ;) [ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ sᴜʙ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴄᴀsᴜᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛs ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴍʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ]

𖣔𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐒𝐮𝐛!𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 ^_~ !

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤❥ 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐡*𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡!𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨 𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐭, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮̈𝐦𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡-, 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚; 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭, YOU BETTER BE 18+ OR GET OUT

“𝑆𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝑚𝑒．．.”

．•．✩. 🜚 *•.. ✧

He was so pretty, your boyfriend. Always so pleasing to look at…

Especially now.

Panting beneath you with a lovely flush on his high cheekbones, plump lips shiny and swollen from a combination of your kisses and his bites; thick, warm cock twitching leaking precum all over your hand as you played with its pink head while your Tiger begged you to let him cum.

He couldn’t help the way his hips jerked under your touch. Soft hands twisting up and down his dick, the friction wet and effortless thanks to all the slick drooling from his slit. On top of that, his body pulsed with a hot need to cum so intense that it made him sweat; mouth dropping open in a watery gasp as you tightened your thumb and pointer finger, forming a hole and twisting it right under his frenulum, milking his cock.

“O-Ooh!”

The pleasure almost makes him lightheaded, high pitched moans bubbling out of his throat as he feels his spine go ramrod straight. Blushing down to his chest while he tried not to disobey you.

“You can cum when I let you, kay’ baby?”

Smiling with a bite of your lip, you rake your nails down his broad chest, making sure to catch them on his erect nipple, enjoying his cute shiver of arousal as he gripped the covers. Trying to breathe and calm himself before looking up at you with eclipsed pupils and teary eyes.

You pause your hand movements and lean down; licking a trail up his bitten up neck until you stop to suckle at the spot under his ear then around his ear. Hissing as Tiger’s sounds make your clit throb in want.

“Fuck. Listen to you, sounding so sexy…like my good little bitch right baby?” You whisper in his ear. Watching while the tips go from pink to red, pretty blush deepening.

Squeezing his eyes shut with a whine, he feels his heart skip a beat; body lighting up at the way you were treating him. Tiger should probably be more concerned with how you calling him names makes his balls fatten but he felt too good to truly care. His whole system drunk on you.

Raising an eyebrow when you see the dazed look in his watery eyes, quivering chest, and his cock is almost red with how hard he’s ready to blow.

“P-please- wanna cum…m’ so good f’you angel”, Tiger begging so sweetly makes you restart your hand. Tightening in a slick fist around his engorged cock, you move to devour his throat. Suckling harshly, nipping, and kissing the sensitive skin.

Tiger’s moans start to boarder on screams. Heat lashing through his system so fast, it makes him dizzy enough that he can’t even remember how to catch his breath or keep it down. To his own ears, he really does sound like a bitch in heat.

Your good little bitch.

He was so close his cock hurt and this time you’d let him. Reaching up, you grab a fistful of Tiger’s field green locs and pull. Biting his exposed Adam’s apple as he shakes in your hold.

The tingling in his scalp runs straight through him, eyes fluttering in bliss.

“You want to cum? Cum nice and hard for me?” You’re wet to the point of it pooling on his lap where you’re sitting, but you could cum later; now was all for Tiger.

Unable to form words, he nods desperately.

So, with one last bruising flick of his nipple you speed up your hand around his fat cock, reveling in his wet choked cries.

“Good~ baby. Go ahead n cum, pretty.” No sooner than the words leave your sinful lips, he’s coming.

Tears falling down his flushed face, hips bucking as the strength of his orgasm hits him with such force he goes dumb. Your pretty moans mixing with him as your warm fingers around him burn into his skin; the sweetest pain accompanying each pulse of your cum drenched hand, wringing every drop out of him.

And shit, there was so much. Shuddering when the waves of pleasure finally ebb into a low buzzed simmer, leaving him boneless and sleepy.

Tiger was so gone on his way to lala land that he could only look with bleary eyes and a tired smile and you smiling back at him; his cum a warm mess on you both.

“Shhh.. easy…rest for a bit, I’ve got you. You deserve a nap after how good you were for me”. Cooing, you praised him, pressing a soft kiss to his warm cheek.

Running your hand through his sweaty hair, you watch his eyes close with a sigh before you go to get something warm to clean you both with♡︎.

♡︎ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ😌

[loserboysandlithium]

The Pact: Eddie Munson One Shot

Summary: As children, you and Eddie made a pact to never cross that line. But as the two of you have grown it has become almost impossible to keep. You decide to make a new pact instead. ;)

Explicit sexual content, Minors DNI, word count 3k, moved over from my old account 🖤

*******

"Eddie!" you knock loudly on the door of his trailer. His van is here so he's gotta be home.

"Eds?!" you try again, banging on the door even louder.

He's probably still sleeping. The boy doesn't wake up earlier than noon, especially on a Saturday.

You close the screen door and make your way around the trailer to his window. It's cracked slightly and the smell of weed immediately hits your nose, making you smile. He's up.

You push up on the old window, listening to the squeak as it struggles to move. "Eddie!" you shout through the crack. Again, no response.

You roll your eyes as you use all your strength to lift the window enough to crawl through. You climb in head first and tumble onto his floor. As you sit up, your eyes adjust to the dim room. You see him lying on his back on the floor, headphones on his ears, his fingers tapping away as he listens to the music.

No shirt, his tattoos on full display. Hair pulled back into a messy bun, loose curls sticking out everywhere. A pair of dark green flannel pajama pants hanging low on his waist.

Fuck, he looks good.

You watch as he brings his fingers to his lips, inhaling on the joint, releasing a cloud of smoke into the air. You tiptoe across the floor, hearing the tune of 'Dirty Women' by Black Sabbath coming from the headset as you lean over him.

His already round eyes widen even more as he sits up quickly, his head slamming into yours.

"Shit! Are you okay?" he shouts over the music still blasting in his ears. You reach out with one hand removing his headphones, leaving them dangling around his neck as you rub your forehead with your other.

"Easy Tiger." you giggle and he gives you a crooked grin. His eyes are glossed over and slightly red from his activities.

"Sorry, didn't hear you comin.” he explains, pointing towards the earphones.

"Yeah, I got that.” you smile, shoving his shoulder lightly as he scoots a little closer to you.

"Thought you were coming by tonight?" he raises an eyebrow as he stands up, holding his hand out to you. You grab his hand and he pulls you from the ground.

"My shift got canceled and I was bored." you shrug, reaching out for the joint in his hand.

"I have an idea.” Eddie says suddenly, his brown glinting. You inhale deeply on the joint and wait for him to continue. He stands there silently, eyes zoning in on your chest.

"Eddie!" you smack him upside the head bringing him out of his daze and he shakes his wild hair.

“Sorry.. I'm high." he shrugs with a little wiggle of his brows.

"Your idea?" you push.

"Right.. the clubhouse. Let's hotbox." A slick smile spreads on his pretty lips. Every time you're together, you have to fight the urge to kiss him. To touch him. To beg him to touch you.

You had both made a pact. An oath. You were best friends. You couldn't cross that line. But now.. every year it gets harder and harder to keep it.

I wonder if he feels the same.

"Hello?” Eddie snaps his fingers in front of your face teasingly.

"Mhmm.. yeah. Let's go." you grin at him and his smile widens. He walks over to his nightstand, swiping up his little lunchbox.

You make your way outside, following the familiar trail into the woods behind the trailer park. You used to come here all the time together. Staying up, eating bags of candy and telling scary stories until Wayne would come and drag you both out.

You reach the rickety ladder leading high into the trees and glance over at Eddie, a nervous look on your face.

"When's the last time you've been up here? It looks... well, it looks like we're gonna die if we attempt this."

"Oh, we're fine. Come on. You first." he encourages, his hand landing on your waist. The small touch sends tingles down your spine.

"Why do I have to go first?" you groan, grabbing hold of the wooden plank.

"That way I can catch you if you fall." he explains, keeping his hand resting gently on your side. You take a deep breath and begin your climb.

"Shit!" you squeal as your foot slips on the third step and you fall into Eddie, his free hand lands on your ass, holding you up.

"Oops." you laugh, turning to peek at Eddie. His hand remains in place making you blush.

“Eds?" you nod towards his hand and he just smiles.

"Total accident, sweetheart. Swear." he cheeses. Your heart starts to pound in your chest. He's flirting. Shit, no... He always flirts. It's just friendly banter. Normal for the two of you. But is that all it is? Fuck.

You continue up the ladder, Eddie following close behind until you reach the top. You push the Spider-Man sheet to the side and crawl into the small treehouse. Everything looks about the same. A few new additions since the last time you've been here.

An ashtray sits in the corner, a stack of playboy and hustler magazines sprawled out, some empty beer bottles.

"Eddie Munson.." you giggle, shaking your head in mock disappointment.

Eddie plops on the dusty floor reaching out and snagging one of the magazines. "What? A man has needs."

"Ew." you joke, grabbing his lunchbox, plopping a pre rolled joint between your lips.

"What? You don't uh, take care of yourself?"

The question catches you off guard. But even more than that, his tone. It was much deeper than before. You hope your cheeks aren't as red as they feel as you meet his gaze. You light the joint, inhaling deeply, holding the smoke in your lungs a moment before exhaling.

"No, I do." you whisper, taking another toke.

Eddie watches you curiously, scooting a little closer to you in the already cramped space.

"You gonna share?" he winks at you, making your heart flutter. He's so close. All I want is to taste him. To finally give in.

"Hey, you okay?" Eddie nudges you playfully with his foot, shaking you from your thoughts. You nod sitting up on your knees in between his sprawled legs. You bring the joint to his lips and his eyes lock on yours as he inhales slowly.

You inch closer, the slight buzz from the weed making you more confident.

"Are you about to kiss me?" Eddie blurts making you pause.

"What? No!” you snort shoving his chest hard, making him fall back to the dirty floor. He coughs, the smoke filling his lungs coming out in small spurts as you move back to your spot against the wall, feeling a wild mix of emotions.

He scrambles to get back up, immediately coming to sit in front of you again. “I- uh- I wasn't gonna stop you.. if you were going to... ya know?" he mumbles under his breath.

You meet his big brown eyes, the same eyes you've looked into for years and years. There was no mistaking it. They were darker. Full of hunger. A hunger for you.

Shit.. say something. Anything. Your mind goes blank. Every part of you wanting to just kiss him.

The other part of you worried about your friendship. The whole reason the two of you made the pact.

"The pact.” you breathe.

Eddie speaks next, leaning back slightly, twisting one of his rings on his finger.

"Who do you think about when you touch yourself?" he burns lowly, his eyes searching your face.

"What?”

"Who do you think about?" he asks again, his eyes remain locked on yours.

You. Always you.

You shrug instead, keeping your thoughts to yourself.

Eddie nods slowly, taking another long puff off the joint before handing it your way. The small area was already cloudy with smoke as you both continue to add to the haze.

"It's not like we made a blood oath or something."

Eddie says after a few minutes. Both of you now feeling the effects of the high.

"We literally made a blood oath." you argue, a smile on your lips as you think back to the two of you pricking your fingers with a thumb tack.

"We were thirteen." Eddie pushes back, moving over so he's sitting right next to you. You can feel his body warmth radiating against your side. When you turn his face is only inches from yours.

"Where is this coming from?" you whisper.

"I just.. fuck, I don't know. Just, look at you." Eddie breathes out, his words making your entire body warm.

"Who do you think about?" you ask suddenly.

"I don't know what you mean." he grins widely, forcing you to ask him directly.

"When you touch yourself.. do you just think about those girls in the magazine?"

"Sometimes.. sometimes I think of someone else." he hints as his hand gradually makes its way to your thigh.

"Me?" you swallow hard, barely pushing the word out.

"Do you think about me?" he challenges, his hand resting heavily on your upper thigh.

"Yes." you admit. You knew it wasn't the drugs.

You've always wanted Eddie. But the buzz was allowing you to finally speak your truth.

You can tell he's happy with your answer, his face lighting up. His brown eyes gleaming.

"Show me."

"I don't under-'

"Show me what you do when you think about me." he cuts you off swiftly.

Holy shit. Your mind fills with wild thoughts as you take what he said into consideration. You can feel yourself throbbing at the thought. Touching yourself in front of him. Eddie's eyes watching you as you bring yourself to your peak. Would he touch himself too?

Before you can change your mind you guide your hands into your shorts, listening as Eddie inhales sharply.

"Fuck." he exhales, watching carefully as your hand meets your warmth under the material of your shorts. You close your eyes, worried that if you see him you might overthink everything.

Right now it just felt good. So good.. and you know he's watching.

"I close my eyes." you start, slowly rubbing circles around your clit. Eddie hums in response, waiting for you to keep going.

"And I see your face. I-I think about how your lips would feel.. your tongue. the sounds you would make..." you moan as you slip two fingers inside, feeling your arousal.

"What else?" Eddie rasps, his lips suddenly against your ear, his voice makes you speed up your fingers.

"I think about how you would feel inside me.. if you would be rough.. if you would.. ohh.. if you would make me scream."

"I promise I could make you scream." Eddie burns. You feel his fingers on your chin, turning you to face him. Your eyes drift open and Eddie presses his forehead against yours as you work your fingers in and out of your soaked pussy.

"I think about your fingers a lot... your rings.. I pretend my hands are yours.." you whimper, feeling yourself on the edge but not quite there.

You don't want your fingers. You want his.

"Eddie."

"You gonna cum, sweetheart?"

"I want you.. I want you to make me cum.." you whine desperately, only seconds away from your orgasm.

"Yeah?" he pants breathlessly.

"Please." you beg. He wastes no time reaching into your shorts, you remove your fingers just in time for his to replace them. His slender fingers immediately reach exactly where you need them to, curling with precision, stroking across your g spot making you cum instantly.

"Yes! Oh fuck!" you cry, your muscles pulsing around his fingers, Eddie watches in awe as you fall apart beneath his hand.

"Holy fuck.” Eddie groans deeply, slowly working you through your orgasm.

You grab him, slamming your lips into his pulling a moan from him instantly. He leans in, his body pressing you down to the floor as you tangle your hands in his hair.

Fuck.

He tastes like weed and Camel Blues as his tongue greets yours hungrily. You both kiss sloppily, soaking up this moment. After all these years, both of you finally getting what you want.

Clothes are torn off. No more hesitation as you both paw at each other, kissing and biting, the eagerness apparent from both of you. Moans and the sound of messy kisses fill the room.

"Fuck me." you plead with him as your bodies grind together, skin on skin, so close together.

"We need a new pact." he pants breathlessly, lining himself up.

"Mhmm." you moan, feeling his tip start to stretch you out.

"The new pact is that You're mine." he moans as he thrusts himself in, entering you fully, a filthy cry raining from your lips.

"I'm yours." you whimper, your fingernails digging into his back as he begins to pump in and out of you.

"We have to seal it, sweetheart." he mumbles drunkenly, picking up his pace. His size is unlike anything you've had before, your legs already shaking slightly, a tinge of pain mixed with the beautiful pleasure.

"What do you- oh!" you gasp as his teeth sink into your bottom lip just hard enough to break the skin. You feel the trickle of warm liquid dribble down your chin.

"Shit." you breathe out before returning the favor, taking Eddie's plump lip between your teeth and tugging roughly making him growl as he slams his cock into you.

"Goddamn, baby.” he groans, kissing your lips, gliding his tongue inside. A metallic taste fills your mouth as your tongues swirl together wildly, your blood mixing together in your kiss.

"Call me baby again." you whimper, rolling your hips, grinding on his big cock. He feels so fucking good.

Eddie chuckles bringing his lips to your ear as he fucks you powerfully. His cock glides in and out of your slickness, the sounds loud in the quiet of the woods.

"You like being my baby?" he murmurs in your ear.

"Yes!”

"You feel so fucking good.. so fucking good." he praises, entering you deeply with every snap of his hips. Your head falls to the wooden floor as your back begins to arch.

"There we go, sweetheart." Eddie hums approvingly as your thighs begin to tremble.

He keeps himself buried deep, rolling into you, his thick cock filling you to the brim. He thrusts into you precisely, finding your sweet spot making your toes curl.

"Eddie! R-right there!" you whine, the pleasure of someone fucking you right for the first time was unlike anything you'd felt before. You didn't know sex could feel this good.

"Gonna take care of you, sweetheart.. I got you." Eddie reassures, keeping his pace, in and out, in and out.

His lips lock onto your neck sucking harshly. You grip the back of his head, holding him to you, the feeling of his lips sucking your skin felt delicious. His fingers meet your clit, quickly rubbing circles on the sensitive nub, making your eyes roll.

"Please don't stop... I think.. I think I'm gonna..”

"Cum for me, beautiful.” Eddie demands in your ear, sending you over the edge. You pull his hair roughly as your body jolts upward, your pussy clenching around him, spasm after spasm as you flood his cock.

"E-Eddie! Ohh my god.. f-fuck!" you practically scream, Eddie loving every second of you writhing beneath him. Watching as you make a mess of his cock. You can feel your cum coating your thighs as he continues to pound into you.

His hands tangle in your hair as his lips meet yours feverishly. Your entire body is overwhelmed as you cling to him, it's almost too much but you don't want it to end. He lifts your leg onto his shoulder, the new angle making you gasp.

"You're so fucking hot." Eddie moans, the sounds coming from him are everything you imagined they'd be. Even better.

"We're gonna cum together." Eddie orders as he leans down, taking your leg with him, his hard cock somehow reaching deeper.

"Together.” you whimper, feeling him stretch you out again and again. He speeds up, slamming into you wildly, your legs shake as you grasp for him, wanting him to be as close as possible. He leans down even more, you feel the strain of your leg muscles as he bends you in ways unknown to you before.

He sinks his teeth into your neck making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your nails claw at his back, sending red streaks across his tattoos.

"Gonna cum…. wanna cum inside you.." he mumbles, his hips moving at an insane pace.

"Cum inside me, baby." you moan, completely losing all sense of anything but him as he fucks you senseless. A few more hard thrusts and you feel his cock twitch, his warm cum spilling into you as he moans your name.

"Fucking Christ." he laughs breathlessly as he collapses on top of you. Both of you lay there silently, your chests rising and falling rapidly as you come down from your high. You run your fingers through his curls as he rests his head on your chest.

After a few minutes you hear the crunching of leaves below you causing you both to sit up suddenly.

"Edward!" Wayne's voice calls from below.

"Shit."

"Come down here and eat your damn dinner.. 20 years old and still playing in a damn treehouse." Wayne mumbles as you hear his footsteps heading back through the woods.

You both look at each other and burst out laughing.

"Dinner, m'lady?" Eddie smirks, rounding up your clothes.

"Dinner sounds perfect.” you smile at him, feeling happier than you’ve ever felt.

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A fair payment [W. W.]

Willy Wonka x fem!reader

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“Can you mend it?” Willy asked, carefully holding his emerald green jacket that had the sleeve seam torn.

The boy had arrived a couple of weeks ago to turn the world of everyone present in the laundry upside down and, honestly, you were already beginning to enjoy his presence. You looked in the background at the blackboard that Noodle used at night to give him lessons in the hope that he would learn to read because, according to the girl's words, because of that he was almost eaten by a tiger. But in the man's words, what was important was the almost part. 

However, tonight he had asked you especially to go to his room, because he had a problem that he thought only you could solve.

“I think so, I just have to pass the needle a couple of times” you smiled.

Since your arrival Mrs. Scrubbit had used your sewing skills for her own benefit, because after all you had ended up in that mess trying to save a little to be able to buy the necessary materials to make a pretty dress that would be worth enough to advance in the business. Although, obviously, that had not been possible.

"Thank you! I'm afraid that's my only jacket."

“It will be ready in no time. I’ll just go to my room and come back, okay?” you said kindly, placing the garment in the boy's lap and earning a sweet smile from the aforementioned.

Just as Willy had his little briefcase for his chocolates, you had your own, full of threads, needles, and buttons, which you just had to grab from the floor to get everything you needed. When you arrived back you settled at the little table and he remained attentive to your every movement, pulling out a chair so he could observe what you were about to do.

“There was a boy on the ship who helped me with these things,” he began to tell you, keeping his curious nose on your shoulder “But I never thought about learning. You know, for when I had to be alone”

“Well, it's lucky you ended up here. We are a curious collection of workers,” you murmured ironically, referring to all the people gathered there against their will by the work of fate "What did you do on the ship?"

"Cook. Mostly sweet things, but I also know a couple of useful non-chocolate-related recipes. I was the chef,” he said, and you laughed at the exaggerated way he pronounced the last bit.

Willy began to tell you about some of the adventures he had had on the high seas and you listened attentively as the tip of the needle went in and out to join the fabric. It only took a few minutes to get his clothes looking like new, taking the liberty of repairing other places that also needed it.

“Put it on,” you asked, trying not to look at him too much when he did so or pay attention to the way the jacket fit him perfectly.

"It is perfect! You can't even tell it was torn, huh?” he said with emotion, feeling with his hands as much as he could. “How much do I owe you?”

“Oh, it's nothing.”

“I insist,” the man murmured. His curly hair bounced across his cheeks as he sat next to you and he lifted his small briefcase off the floor, opening it to reveal all the little bottles of ingredients. “Your talent for mine. It's a fair exchange."

You had to admit that the chocolates you had eaten were a complete delicacy, but a part of you didn't want to get used to that luxury or you knew that when Willy was gone you would miss his sweetness. In the literal and figurative sense.

Locked in that laundry it was impossible to meet many people your age and Noodle was your greatest company, as if he were a little sister to you. But now that he was there, there was a certain happiness in chatting with him, much more now that his ingenious mind had devised a way to get you out of there even if it was just for a few hours to see the light of day and get coins from the sale of the chocolates to free you of the enormous debt to Mrs. Scrubbit.

“What flavor do you want to try today? Do you want me to add some unicorn skin glitter? Rays of sunlight from a twilight on the seashore? Tears of an African crocodile?”

“Just give me something you think I need,” you replied softly.

Willy thought about it for a moment, because it wasn't the kind of answer he would have expected. What was he supposed to give you that night? A little hope? Happiness? Nostalgia? It was difficult to decide.

Through his bright eyes you watched him reflect and just a second later his hands began to work. You noticed there was a hint of mischief in his smile as he poured milk, chocolate, and the contents of a couple of jars into the processor, glancing at you from the corner of his eye from time to time.

“What are you going to do when we get out of here?” he asked suddenly, not neglecting the tasks.

“Working in a sewing workshop, I guess.”

“Why don't you open your own fashion house?” Willy suggested carefreely, as if it were a very easy thing to do, “You are a great dressmaker.”

“And you are a great dreamer”

“It's my best quality,” he exclaimed, almost offended. You waited a moment before answering.

“I just don't think it's that simple. It requires effort, time, and a lot of money…”

“We will have everything,” he interrupted you, with that optimism that characterized him. Suddenly he stopped what he was doing and one of his hands traveled to take yours. “When I open my factory, we will all be able to fulfill our dreams. And you are going to have a fashion house, I promise you.”

“You make a lot of promises,” you responded, blushing.

“And he planned to fulfill them all. I always do it"

Maybe there was something about the softness of his grip on your hand or perhaps the sparkle in his eyes that made you look away out of sheer nervousness. He seemed to be good and innocent, to the point that he probably didn't even realize how close he was to you or how inappropriate the position would be if Noodle ever walked in.

A tap interrupted your moment and then he abruptly pulled away, excited to show you the product he had just made. It was a pretty circular candy that was bright pink and seemed to be emanating smoke from the inside.

"What's that?"

“You'll have to try it to find out,” he murmured, as he extended the treat in your direction.

You had to admit that you were somewhat curious to discover what the man was offering you, so you took it between your fingers carefully, and even under his watchful gaze you took a bite.

At first it tasted like ordinary chocolate, but then it took on a strange tone, which made you feel a certain warmth in your chest that spread to your cheeks. It was a most pleasant feeling, like bubbly joy combined with the embarrassment of a hug.

You thought for a moment about what flavor that could be, without any success, until after a few seconds you realized that it wasn’t a flavor in itself, but a feeling, an experience... Was it love that Willy had given you?

“How does it taste?”

“Yummy,” you responded, covering your mouth so he wouldn’t see the wet chocolate on your tongue, but also to hide your smile “Delicious, actually. What does it contain?”

“A special and secret ingredient”

"Oh, come on! Aren’t you going to tell me?”

“I just want to know if I got it right,” he murmured and you frowned slightly, not understanding him “About what you asked for. Did I give you something you needed?”

You had to bite your lip to keep from smiling again, your cheeks feeling hot from the simple fact that he was looking at you. You thought that this could even be a love potion that you had consumed without thinking about it, just because he was the one who was offering it to you.

“We could say yes”

“We're even, then,” he exclaimed as he waved the sleeve of his jacket and you nodded in amusement, eating the rest of the chocolate he had made for you.

A yawn leaving your lips made you aware of how exhausted you were and although you didn't love the idea, you knew it was time to leave.

“It's late, I should go to sleep before we wake anyone up.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Willy said quickly, getting up from his seat to accompany you to the exit. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Rest,” you said kindly, and, gathering courage, you leaned forward a little to say goodbye with a hug that he gladly returned.

As you walked down the hall to your shabby, damp room, you thought that it probably wouldn't have even taken a love potion to fall for the charms of the pleasant chocolatier. You just needed one of his smiles.

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