#stupid weed jokes giving me the giggles

[mawwart]

IM SORRY THE JOKE WAS RIGHT THERE AND I COULDNT HELP MYSELF AAAAAAAHHH

[love-belle]

well, i'm still in love with you !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their fall-in-love-again era is them soft launching each other while driving their friends wild.

or

for when you're still in love with them and will be for forever. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader

prequel - saw ur mom at the grocery store ·˚ ༘

warnings - language. suggestive jokes (???)

author's note - im so SORRY for not updating life is CRAZY rn like ???? so much has happened like im in LOVE im DONE with SCHOOL i have EXAMS SJSHSJSJKSKS im so sorry i hope u like this i love u all <3

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charles_leclerc where r u

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-> landonorris why am i catching strays

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charles_leclerc we'd still worship this love

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-> charles_leclerc she told me i looked like tweety from looney toons

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charles_leclerc 2 out of 262819 photos where she stole my phone and the one (1) photo with me in it like okaaaaaaaaaay (🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯💯💯💯🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️)

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[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

Slutmas Day 5

Double Stuffed (Matt+Nate)

Request: No (I actually hate this so much so please be nice, I know it sucks)

Warnings: Double vaginal penetration, fwb!Nate, use of marijuana, use of ma/mamas, voyeurism if you squint, slight daddy kink, boys kissing (just to please y/n) lmk if I missed any

“You think you can take two dicks?” “We’re both dying to be inside you”

Group Chat

Homies 😮‍💨

Matt🪼

i’m bored, wanna hang out?

Y/n🪩

i’m down

i just got back from the dispo, do you guys wanna come over and smoke?

Chris🍊

you guys choose the one day i’m fucking busy

Nate🎱

oh i’m for sure coming

Nick🦜

as much as i’d love to go, i already made plans with madi 🥺

i’ll be there in spirit tho 😙

Matt🪼

bet! let me get changed n pick nate up then we’ll be there

Y/n🪩

be fast

Nate🎱

don’t be impatient

Real Life

Nate’s pov

I was so happy that Y/n invited us over after Matt said he was bored. I got even happier when she told us she just got weed. We haven’t hung out in like two weeks too so we’re also gonna catch up a bit. I grabbed my phone and put my shoes on before waiting on Matt, once he was finished getting ready, he picked me up and we started driving. “Hey Nate, can I lowkey confess something?” Matt asked me in a serious tone as he drove.

“Yeah of course man, what’s up?” I responded, “I- uh I don’t know how to say it without it being weird but I feel like whenever we smoke with Y/n/n…” he trailed off, trying to think of better wording. Matt just blurted out “…all I can ever think about is all the different ways I know I could make her cum. You know, like I think about is how many times I could make her cum by doing a specific thing” I laughed at Matt’s dramatic sigh at the end.

“Dude… now you’re gonna have ME thinking about that shit all night! Now that you mention it though, I have had dreams about making her cum and would love to see how many times I could make it happen!” I joked back. “We’re bad friends bro! Let’s try not to do that all night, and don’t look at me with your stupid little obvious faces” he chuckled as we pulled into Y/n’s driveway. Immediately, we were greeted by Y/n, she looked so cute in her shorts, and tank top with her messy bun/clip.

“Matty! Nathan!” she yelled while opening the front door, she knows how much Matt hate being called that, and that’s why she does it. We went into her house and got comfy around the coffee table, “Here” Y/n gesture towards the table. “I just got my nails done so one of you has to roll” she giggled as she jumped into the blanket on the couch.

3rd person pov

The boys laughed at their friend before they sat in front of the table and rolled three joints each. “Scoot over I want some blanket!” Matt yelled, nudging his best friend so she’d move. “Oww, you boney fuck! No kisses for you tonight!” she jokingly said back as Matt dug his elbow into her ribs. Eventually, all three of us took and lit a joint, nobody really saying anything until their first one was gone.

“Can I take my shirt off? It’s not hot, I just wanna be more comfortable” Matt asked, “Can I take my pants off? I wanna be more comfy too” Nate added with a pout. “You know you guys don’t have to ask to do things, right?” Y/n/n laughed at her two friends as they stood up to remove their clothing. “Yeah I know, but I didn’t want to just randomly stand up and pull my pants off in front of you” Nate laughed, “Oh, if I wanted to be more comfortable, I’d just take off my pants or shirt i don’t give a fuck” she laughed back while standing up.

Y/n’s pov

As I got up to go plug my phone in, Nate harshly slapped my ass, giving it a quick squeeze, “We know. Just look at that outfit… you look like a hoe!” Nate said in a fake serious tone, causing us all to laugh. I sat back down while rolling my eyes as I handed the boys their second joint, which we quickly started smoking. “Yeah Y/n/n, you always wear slutty outfits around us. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like us seeing your body” Matt smirked at Nate, on my other side.

“Shut up, I do not! I just find my body sexy and like to show it off. Stop acting like you’re not a literal sex icon” I shoved Matt. Nate pulled me closer to him, immediately messing with Matt, you see, the thing is that Nate and I have been hooking up for a little over a year. Meaning we’re friends with benefits, which explains why we’re always so touchy. Nate placed one of his hands on my inner thigh near my pussy, lightly teasing my clit trough the layers of clothes.

Once we finished our second joints, Matt seems to finally notice Nate’s hand, which had now moved my shorts and panties to the side. At this point, Nate was now full-on rubbing my bare clit, I was so high right now that I honestly didn’t give a fuck that Matt was right there. Anyways, Matt saw Nate’s hand when he turned to look at me, the room now being silent since the movie we were watching ended.

3rd Person pov

Nate was just mindlessly scrolling through his phone until his brother spoke. “Oh my god- Nate!!” he gasped, “Huh?” the younger asked, unamused by Matt’s outburst. “Dude, why are rubbing Y/n’s clit!? And why in front of me!?” Matt yelled, confused and completely unaware of the conversation the other two had a week prior.

•FLASHBACK STARTS•

3rd Person pov

Nate and Y/n were making out after he ate her out, slightly dirty talking in between kisses. Wanting to tease Nate a bit, Y/n pulled away to start speaking, lightly cupping the side of his face. “I wish you would grow a beard like Matt, he looks so hot when he doesn’t shave” she pouted.

This made Nate get slightly more possessive, clenching his jaw in jealousy. “Oh, so you wanna fuck him now too? Fucking whore!” Nate groaned. “I just wanna know how his beard would feel between my legs” the older girl pouted, resulting in Nate slamming into her.

Y/n wasn’t ready so it kind of hurt, but that pain quickly turned into pleasure as Nate continued to roughy thrust into her. “Such a whore! You want us both to fucking destroy you, huh? Maybe I’ll make it happen for you one day, babe” he teased. “Please!” she cried out, knowing Nate was definitely gonna have his fun with her now that he’s jealous.

•FLASHBACK ENDS•

Real Life

Matt’s pov

Seeing Y/n’s wet pussy cover my best friends fingers with her slick was so fucking hot. Neither of them noticed me looking so I just watched as his two fingers glide through her fold before I decided to speak up. “Oh my god- Nate!?” I yelled in fake confusion as if I wasn’t just watching him. Nate gave back a small “Huh?” without looking up from his phone, so I decided to be a bit more dramatic with my reaction.

“Dude, why are you rubbing y/n’s clit!? And why in front of me!?” I gasped like I was shocked. Y/n didn’t say anything and just looked directly up at Nathan, pink lightly brushing across her cheeks. “Because it’s what I always do when I smoke with just Y/n/n and she likes it. Figured you wouldn’t mind based off what you said on the way over” he shrugged, lowkey putting our conversation on blast.

That kinda put me in my place, making my eyes go wide, “Oh- um well, uh… continue doing your thing then I guess” I nervously stuttered out before my phone went off and was confused to see Nate’s contact messaging me.

iMessages

Nate🎱

you can go ahead and touch her, i know you want to

swap your fingers out for mine and welder how long it takes her to realize

Matt🪼

are you crazy!?

i’m not gonna touch y/n with her permission!

Nate🎱

oh trust me matthew, you have her permission

god she wants to fuck you so bad, even tells me about it when were having sex

always asking me to grow a beard so she can pretend i’m you when i eat her out

Matt🪼

stfu dude you’re lying

just because you say that doesn’t mean she actually said it and it’s true

Nate🎱

yeah yeah just watch this

Real life

Matt’s pov

I turned off my phone and looked over at Nate with a confused face. Well at least that was until he smirked at me and texted someone else, which I’m assuming was Y/n because two seconds later her phone went off. I saw her read the message and smile, “Will you guys roll 3 more joints and a blunt for us to share please?” she asked, looking directly at me with puppy dog eyes.

Obviously I wasn’t gonna say no because it’s been a few hours and we’re starting to lose our high. “Only because you asked so nicely” he joked, looking at me for my answer, I lowkey was distracted by his fingers sliding up and down Y/n’s wet cunt. “Huh? Oh, yeah I’ll roll for you” I said when I realized I was staring, that’s when the bizarre thing was said.

Nate pulled his fingers out of our best friend, fixing her panties so she could sit up normally but instead of licking his fingers clean himself, they were shoved in my face before he said something bizarre. “C’mon Matty, clean my fingers for me, I’m sure Y/n would love to watch you get a little taste of her” he said as he winked at Y/n. I felt myself blushing and I was starting to get slightly hard from the way Y/n’s innocent y/e/c looked up at me.

I pushed my nerves and anxiety to the side before speaking, “If that’s what the princess wants, then it’s done” I smirked at them. I grabbed my best friend’s wrist and brought his fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean before pulling off with a pop. They both sat this in awe, completely slack jawed and wide eyed. I let out a chuckle as I stood up and moved to the coffee table to start rolling.

Nate’s pov

I was honestly just fucking with Matt when I told him to clean my fingers of Y/n’s slick, but when he actually did it, we were shocked. I knew Y/n was probably dripping at this point, and that made me so much harder. Matt and I were definitely going to have our way with her tonight, I can already tell. We rolled the joints and blunt before smoking them fairly fast, now completely high off our asses.

“Do ya wanna play a game with me and Matt?” I asked Y/n who was nearly drooling looking at him. “What kinda game?” she innocently questioned, “A game of letting us make you cum” I smirked as I looked at Matt. A smirk also grew on his face as I said this, leaving Y/n shell shocked.

Y/n’s pov

I was so turned on after hearing those words come out of Nate’s mouth and beyond excited for this. “Yes, absolutely! Can Matt give me head first, please!?” I looked over at Matt, not caring how pathetic I sounded. “Of course princess, I’m gonna make that little fantasy of yours a reality” Matt winked at me as he stood up. “Cmon pretty lady, let’s go to your room” Nate added with a smirk as we all ascended up the stairs to my room.

We all quickly stripped down to our underwear, “Lay down, I’m dying to taste you!” Matt growled as he pushed me towards my bed. Nate sat next to me and watched as Matt hovered over me, capturing my lips in a heated kiss before kissing down my body. Once he reached my panties, he looked up at me, “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Because once I get a taste of you, I won’t be able to stop” he asked.

Matt’s pov

“Please Matt” Y/n whined, giving me consent to eat her out. I wasted no time in pulling her panties off and running my fingers through her wet folds before moving my lips to her clit. “Mhm, taste so good mama” I hummed against her core while I slowly stuck two fingers in her as Nate started to kiss her neck. “C’mon Y/n/n, tell Matt how good he’s making you feel, stop holding your moans back” “Yeah, let me hear those pretty noises” I mumbled against her again.

The vibrations caused Y/n to let out a whiny moan, her fingers lacing themselves through my hair, slightly tugging it. Nate started kissing her neck while I continued to eat her out, whining when I felt the loss of one of her hands pulling my hair, but quickly smiling when Y/n let out a loud moan and moved her other hand to Nates hair. “Fuck! Matt, I’m— I’m gonna cum! Can I please cum? Please!?” she begged.

“Cum all over my face like a slut” with that being said, Y/n let go and came, her sweet juices immediately being licked up by me. “Such a good girl for Matt, but now it’s my turn to make ya feel good mama” Nate said as we switched spots, he almost immediately thrusting two fingers into her. “M-Matt, kiss me please!” Y/n whined as Nate was sucking on her boobs.

Y/n’s pov

Matt was fucking amazing at giving head but Nate was equally as amazing with his fingers, almost immediately adding a third one in to stretch me out. I asked Matt to kiss me a god was I glad I did because he’s an amazing kisser. Nate was sucking hickies into my boobs as Matt started kissing down my neck, also leaving hickies, making this moment so much hotter.

“Nate-Nate I’m gonna cum again!” I cried out, “Baby you know that’s not my name” he replied back with a cocky smirk. “S-Sorry daddy, can I please cum!?” “Go ahead, be a slut and make a mess on my fingers” he basically growled out, causing me to let out a high pitched moan as I came all over his fingers. Nate immediately pulled away, licking his fingers clean and whispering something to Matt.

Nate’s pov

I had a brilliant idea while I was fingering Y/n, watching both Matt and I marking her up made me think of something. “Matt, bro, how do you feel about double vaginal penetration, you down if she’s down? I know you want to fuck her as badly as I do right now” I whisper to him. “Fuck, that sounds hot as shit, I’m so fucking down” “Ight bet, just follow my lead and talk seductively” he nodded in agreement.

“Can we ask ya somethin sweetheart?” I questioned, gently moving hair out of her face and proceeded once she nodded. “You think you can take two dicks?” “We’re both dying to be inside you” we said, which caused Y/n’s eyes to go wide. “Oh god, yes please! I wanna try it!” she whined, causing both of us to smirk at each other. “Such a good girl. Nate, go get some lube, yeah?” I simply nodded and walked over to her dresser.

3rd person pov

Nathan returned with the lube and handed it to Matt, “You get the honors of stickin yo dick in her first” he grinned at the older boy. Matt lubed up his cock before making sure Y/n was still okay with this, “If you do put your fucking dick in my right now Matthew, you’ll never get the chance again” she threatened. That’s all it took for Matt to slide into her, both groaning at the feeling.

“O-Okay, I’m ready for Nate too” she whined after a few thrusts from Matt, the younger boy lubed up his dick, also squirting some lube onto her pussy as Matt pulled out so only his tip was in. “We’re gonna have to spread your legs pretty wide okay princess?” the oldest of the three said, moving Y/n’s right leg over his left shoulder. “This might hurt a lot, so just tell us if you wanna stop okay?” Nate said soothingly as he started to push his tip in with Matts.

Nathan moved her left leg to be over his right shoulder, the opposite of Matts position. “Fuck! C-Can you push in all the way daddy?” Y/n whined, hoping Nate would push all the way in. “Matt too or just me?” “Both!” the boys exchanged a look before pushing all the way in? cause some tears to fall down the poor girls face.

“Too much baby? Do you want us to stop?” “N-No keep going I-I’ll get used to it. Please I want this so bad” it took a few thrusts for her to get used to the feeling and for the boys to get in sync with their thrusts. “Goddamn this feels good, so fucking tight for us mamas” “So full— faster please” Y/n/n begged as she balled up the sheets in her fist.

“Shit! Not t-to be weird or anything but I really like the way this feels. Never thought I’d like the feeling of another mans cock against mine but damn” “Not weird I was thinking the same thing” the two boys looked at each other for a second. “Please kiss! Holy fuck I’m so close, I just need a bit more! I feel you both twitching inside of m-“ she cut herself off with a loud moan as they sped up a little bit.

“Fuck it, let’s give the pretty girl what she wants” Nate looked at Matt with a smile, “You’re right, fuck it” he agreed before the younger smashed their lips together. The two started making out while continuing their abuse on Y/n’s pussy, “Fuck, fuck! Oh my god that’s so hot! Holy shit I’m gonna cum, oh fuck please fill me up!” the girl cried.

The two best friends pulled away from each other, laughing before going faster and harder. This resulted in a pornographic scream of pleasure from the girl below as she not only came, but squirted all over the two boys thighs. “Fuck I’m gonna cum too! Shit!” Matt shoulted as he shot his load inside her, Nate quickly doing the same before they both pulled out.

“Jesus Christ, that was fucking amazing” Nate blurted out as both he and Matt collapsed of each side of Y/n. “You okay sweetheart? Can we get you anything?” Matt asked sweetly, looking at Y/n to make sure she was good. “I— just can we uh cuddle naked and go to sleep? I’m spent” she whimpered. “Of course, we’ll clean up in the morning” Nate smiled as they all got under the covers, both boys cuddling into Y/n for the rest of the night.

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𓆙 crazy! lilith! reader x eddie

𓆙 same au as this that will now be referred to as the lilith au

𓆙 summary: the beginning of how eddie met lilith. based on this ask from @serasvictoria “Loved Lilith crazy reader (so good!) and I’d like to read about the moment where Eddie first went “fuck, I’m into this.”” hope i did you proud 🥹💋 i like to think eddie met her and couldn’t stop thinking about her.

𓆙 tw: 18 + only, smut p in v unprotected, violence, blood, demon themes, soul mates connecting. nicknames, weed, drinking mentioned. both eddie and reader are over 18. Billy makes an appearance 🙄

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The bar stunk like it always did. BO seeping out from the uniforms of the guys fresh from their shift at the plant mixed with spilled keg beer. The stench wafted through the dank air creating a reeking stench that was custom for the Hideout, keeping the well lined pockets of Hawkins rich away from the hole-in-the-wall bar. 

Eddie was in a mood tonight, and his friends could feel it. By nature, he was accustomed to breaking up fights with the drunks, offering whatever asshole with a clenched fist a joint if they would just leave it be. The Hideout was like a home to him, and he hated any sort of disturbance to the small peace the shitty bar had to offer. 

But tonight? He didn’t know he would be the one to start a fight, especially not after seeing you walk through the front doors. 

He had seen you there before. Always dressed like you deserved to be somewhere better, somewhere that didn’t smell like armpits and unwashed balls. Lips painted in a deep color but from the shitty lighting he never could tell if it was purple or black. 

He watched from a distance as you shrugged off one piss drunk guy after another, each leaving with their tails tucked between their legs, muttering shit like crazy bitch, she’s fucking insane did’ya hear what she said to me? Eddie stood by and laughed, admiring the mysterious girl who wouldn’t give anyone a chance. 

Setting up equipment last week Eddie’s eyes were trained on the time, having it down to a science on when you’d show up, and there you were. Rolling your eyes to the catcalls from the old timers and going straight to the bar, a glinted smile on your lips as you purred your order, one he had already memorized from watching you show up week after week. Eddie leaned back and hollered to Jeff, asking if he knew who you were. 

Jeff said what he thought your name was, claiming you worked with his sister at the Hideaway, the diner that served beer and home style food, you were a senior maybe? But neither of them had seen you around before. 

You were a mystery to him, and he was hooked. He looked for you in classes, down the orange and green brick painted hallways. Fuck, he even went to the Hideaway but could never find you there. It was almost as if you only existed in his dreams or at the Hideout. 

Corroded Coffin wasn’t performing tonight, instead the four guys leaned over the sticky table in the back corner, their table, tossing quarters into a shot glass and shooting the shit. Well three of the four were having a good time, the other was quiet, brooding behind dark eyes. 

You had walked in like you always did, 10 o’clock on the dot, only this time you weren’t alone. 

Billy Hargrove? Really? 

Eddie couldn’t help but roll his eyes, how fucking cliche could you be? Finding the first swinging dick in Hawkins with a loud car and immediately going on a date with him. Eddie was disgusted, but more so, jealous. 

Hours ticked by, and beer after beer, one gut rot shot after another, Eddie’s jealousy brewed into pure hatred. His dark eyes bored into you, but you didn’t even notice. 

He hated you. Hated your stupid smile, the way you kept giggling at Billy’s jokes. just wait til you see him naked, sweetheart, the laughing won’t stop there, he thought to himself. 

Loathing the way your black painted nails curled into Billy’s denim jacket, no doubt he probably fed you a line about how he works out. Eddie’s eyes roll back again and he breathes heavily through his nose, sucking the last shot of whiskey through his teeth, letting the bitter taste melt on his tongue and burn with each fiery drop down his throat. 

Trying to keep himself busy, he finds himself flicking open his switchblade, pressing the top of the blade into the black leather cushion, wishing it was Billy’s neck instead. He can’t hear what anyone is saying behind him, didn’t even notice that Gareth was talking about learning a new song. His full attention was on you. 

Billy gets up from his bar stool, the noise from the drag of the legs on the floor scratches against Eddie’s skin, adding insult to injury. He shoots you a wink and makes his way to the back towards the bathroom. 

Watching him disappear into the dark lit corner, Eddie stands on wobblier legs than he would have liked. Boots heavy and clunky as he stalks his way over to you. Not at all knowing what he was going to do or say, going on pure adrenaline. 

Your perfume hits him first, a warm note of vanilla mixed with a tobacco hint of camels. The red top you’re wearing is cut low, showcasing your pretty neck and plunging deep into the cleavage of your tits. A black leather jacket sits on your shoulders, the zippers shining with the warm light. 

Your eyelashes bat at him as he approaches your table, but you still don’t look his way, and he stands next to you like he’s known you for years, drawn to you like a moth to a flame. 

“I’ll take another one of these,” you say, pushing your empty glass towards him with your middle finger, “make it a strong one.” 

“I don’t work here,” Eddie scoffs, moving your drink out of his way and placing an arm on the back of your chair, glaring down at you “but you already knew that.” 

The air shifts when you look up at him, it’s heavier, thicker than peanut butter, and you almost choke at the way his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. 

“What makes you think I would know that?” 

Eddie shifts, the liquor on his breath is spicy and warm. 

“Because I've seen you here before, and not once have you ordered a drink from me.” 

A wicked grin coaxes its way to your lips and you cross your legs, the toe of your high heel touching Eddie’s knee, and you lean your elbow on the table closer into him. 

“Stalking me big boy?” 

“And if I was?” his voice is low, the ends of his hair sway as he dips into your space, eyes never leaving yours, making sure he was all you could see as he whispers, “something tells me you wouldn’t mind that.”

The toe of your shoe grazes his inner thigh and the tip of something hard, making the corner of your lip tease up as you pluck the stem of the cherry from your empty drink. Bringing it to your mouth, you never stop looking into his eyes, and his haven’t left yours either. 

The flesh of the cherry breached your lips and you lick the bottom of it, humming at the taste of the grenadine and sour whiskey on your tongue, finally biting the cherry, you toss the stem behind you. Chewing softly on the sugary fruit and leaning back, Eddie’s eyes taking you in. 

His ringed hand crawls up your stocking clad thigh, circling your soft skin, rubbing at the hem of your skirt. 

“am I right, sweetheart?” 

He doesn’t need you to say he’s correct because he already knows, your eyes speak for you, a dark glint to them, dripping with want, and he wouldn’t doubt if you were to open your legs that your panties would wet with a sweet heat he desperately needed to taste. 

“You’re pretty cocky for a guy who’s been staring at me for months but has never said a word until tonight.” 

It's Eddie's turn for silence when your pretty nails reach out to trace the handcuffs on his belt, shifting your legs so the left is now crossed over the right, each taking more and more from one another waiting for the first to break. 

“Why tonight? hmm?” your nails rubbing against the metal and leather, thumb grazing his zippered crotch, getting a devil hint of what he has hiding beneath. “Didn’t like seeing me with someone else? Already putting your claim on me, huh?” 

He didn’t need to answer because you already knew. 

The first time you laid eyes on him he was playing the solo to Master of Puppets, the cold air seeped into your bones from your walk from the Hideaway, and you needed a drink after your shitty shift.

Your eyes met and it was instant, a primal heat that drew you in and kept you coming back, waiting impatiently. Watching from afar calculating his moves, the way he held himself so confidently, his lithe muscles rippling when carrying band equipment from the stage. The way his throat vibrated when he sang, the quick jerk of his fingers as they strummed each key. How sweaty his hair would get after his set, shit you were infatuated. 

He dips low to you again, a hand landing on your hip, sending shivers to your spine. 

“You’re lost, sweetheart.” 

Confused, you look up at him, quirking an eyebrow, challenging him, “lost?” 

His fingers squeeze gently at your hip, his other hand moving your chin so you can look at him directly, his thumb moving over your bottom lip, pulling it down and almost groaning as it pops back into place against your teeth, “yeah, you’re supposed to be with me.” 

“Well well, if it isn’t the freak caught with his hands in the cookie jar.” 

Neither of you look at Billy, the heat between you still strong, sweltering. 

“Hargrove,” Eddie greets, eyes never leaving yours, “thanks man.” 

Billy shoots you a look, fists clenched, “for what?” 

Eddie stands up straight, hands leaving you to retreat into his jacket pocket, angling his shoulders back, “bringing my girl to me, seriously, I owe you.” 

Billy smirks and chuckles, “your girl huh?” 

“I didn’t stutter.” 

Eddie dogged the first swing, ducking and jabbing a brass knuckled fist into Billy’s stomach, sending him backwards into a table behind him, peanuts and beer spray up across the bar.  

Stalking towards Billy, the shine of Eddie’s brass knuckles gleam against his fist, matching the shine of the wink he shoots you, and he’s caught off guard when you re-cross your legs and lick your top lip, hooded eyelids flashing him a sinful look of lust. 

He chuckles at the sight of you, how you’re not afraid of him, how you didn’t run, the way you look like you’re almost enjoying this. Fuck.

Billy’s boot kicks Eddie square in the jaw, blooding up his bottom lip, sending him tumbling back a few steps, giving Billy the upper hand. 

Neither of them expect what comes next. Eddie didn’t notice you get up, planting your heels on the ground and grabbing the bar stool by the legs. He only heard the thud of Billy falling to the ground and the crack of splintered wood teetering across the ground, the remaining pieces of the stool tossed to your feet. 

Heels echoing across the floor, you tiptoe around the wood kneeling down to grab Billy’s blond hair between your fingers, twisting as his head raises from the floor. 

“Date’s over,” your voice is sweet with each word, almost pleasant in the delivery, “understand?” 

“Fucking crazy bitch,” Billy spits. 

The whip of a knife whizzes past your ear, catching on the meat of Billy’s hand, nailing him to the floor. 

Billy gasps and grunts mumbling shit under his breath. 

Turning your head you look up at the dark haired metalhead. His eyes are darker than they were all night, a twitch formed in one of his eyelids. The blood dripping from his chin was sticky against his pale skin. To anyone else in the bar he looked deranged, like a demon straight from hell here in a human form, but to you? He looked like a God, a fucking King. 

The look in his eyes caused a pool to form between your legs, the black veil of iniquity clouded your vision, a certain wickedness emitted from him and you were drawn to it like a magnet.

He stomps to both you and Billy, bending down he reaches a hand over your back, grabbing ahold of your hip, making you stand up with him. 

“Wrong answer.” Eddie grunts, his boot shoving the blade in further. 

He’s taller than you expected him to be, his broad shoulders are rolled back and he peers down at you, a dimpled smirk on his lips. 

Standing on tiptoes, you reach up to his face. His strong jaw ripples between clenched teeth under your fingers. Rubbing the cut on his bottom lip with your thumb, he doesn’t flinch, only breathes heavy when you smear the blood around, and pop it into your mouth. The devil’s smile on your lips as you hum around your thumb, the acidic burnt taste of his blood on your tongue.

He groans, squeezing your hips in his big hands, bringing you into him, his stiff cock pressed heavy against your middle. 

“Wanna get outta here?” your fingers walk up against his chest, fingernails scratching down until they land on his belt, lightly yanking the leather towards you.

“Your place or mine?” His voice is low, hungry. 

“I’m not picky.” 

“didn’t think you were, c’mon sweetheart.” 

Eddie grabs your hand and drags you through the front door, your laugh fills the night air, taking away any chill from it, your bodies serving as heaters.  He opens the drivers door of his van and you get in climbing over the center console. 

He climbs in behind you, almost choking when you throw a leg back over and sit firmly in his lap. 

“Fuck.” 

Your fingers work to the collar of his shirt, ripping it down the center, showing off his pretty porcelain skin etched with scrawls of a demon-like face and a black widow on his chest, heaving as he tries not to blow his load right there and then. 

Eyes rake over him, followed by the scratch of your nails, he hisses and groans as your lips attach to his neck, licking sweet and warm under his ear, “about time you talked to me..” 

Your hips move against him, his hands burning into the fabric of your skirt and lifting slightly, thumbs searing into your thighs, “looks like you just needed to get jealous, hmm?” 

Eddie’s hands work your jacket from your shoulders, groaning as the neon light from the bar hits you, illuminating the delicate skin of your shoulders, and the tight strap from your bra, he moans and yanks you forward, hands full on your breasts as his fingers roll against your nipples. His lips perched to the column of your throat. Your moans filling the van when his tongue salves across your throat, working a hickey into your neck, “that’s what I thought big boy, mmm, you’re easy to read.”

His dick kicks up when the pad of his thumb hits a steel ball on either side of your nipples, and he bites hard into your neck, causing you to yelp and moan, enjoying the pleasured pain. 

“course I was jealous,” Eddie groans against your skin, working his tongue along his teeth marks, “fuckin’ look at you, goddamn devil woman.” 

Your hand works to his jaw, wrapping closed around his throat and shoving him back hard into the seat. Nose to nose with him, your tongue darting out to catch the flesh of his lip, whispering hot against his mouth as you press your wet cunt down into him, “you like that? The evil inside of me?” 

His hand wraps around your throat, large rings cutting into your skin, pressing hard against the bite he put into your neck. Eyes rolling to white you hum a moan so pretty against his hand his dick kicks up again, straining beneath the denim. 

He brings you close to him, lips ghosting over your own, “Like isn’t the right word.” 

His lips crash into yours, a mix of blood, spit and clashing teeth. It’s primal, the way your mouths work together, licking, sucking, lapping at one another, hungry for more. 

Your hands move feverishly against his belt, and his fingers waist no time shoving your skirt up higher, showing off the sheen from your pussy lips, slick and bare, no panties. 

He groans when his fingers push past your puffy lips and circle your clit, trying to suck him in where you need him most. 

“Fuck,” he chuckles, “you’re fucking soaked, Eddie get you all worked up?” 

“Is that your name?” you quip, working his velvet thick cock from his jeans, spitting on the tip and rubbing it around with your thumb, you wrap your fingers around his shaft pumping him once, “looked more like a Diablo,” your hand works him again, “Lucifer…” you push his head through your slick folds, sinking down enough that the head of his cock disappears, “.. or daddy to me.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes back into his head, biting his fist, and moaning loud, “fuck, you’re gonna kill me.” 

You tut between your teeth, “not tonight, tonight you’re mine.” 

Your full weight drops down onto his cock and you sigh a moan the same time Eddie groans and squeezes his eyes shut, and you take a second to catch your breath before you adjust yourself so you can circle your hips. your nails press into his chest again, leaving scarlet marks in your wake, his skin pulled from itself and under your fingers, and he can’t get enough, 

The buckles on your bra straps are plucked like dandelion heads against the cup, threads frayed under Eddie's hands as your tits bounce from their confinements, pretty piercings glinting in the neon lights. 

“Tell me,” you groan, your own hands pushing your tits together and biting your lip from the pure ecstasy that’s laced into Eddie’s cock, “tell me how good this is.” 

“Fuck look at you, taking me so fuckin’ deep.” his thumb circles your clit as his hips buck up into you, eliciting more pretty moans that rattle the windows in the van, matching his grunts and sweat-stuck bangs. “should have, mm yeah shit just like that, fuck! don’t stop, scooped you up the first night I saw you.” 

He wasn’t like the other lame dicks in Hawkins, this one seemed different, better. You knew from the moment you saw him that he could keep up with you, wouldn’t be turned away from your demon lust or the darkness that permeated through your skin. Just as Billy had said, this guy was a freak. Like you. 

Eddie lifts you up and turns, slamming you into the seat so your face is pressed against the warm leather, ass angled up, pussy split open and weeping from his cock. 

He works his dick between your folds, relishing in the way you try to suck him in greedily, chuckling as you pout and scowl when he teases you some more. 

“what’s the matter pretty girl? You don’t like being teased?” 

“no,” you whine as he does it again, laughing at your eager pussy and desperate cries. A hand lands hard on the fat of your ass and you jump under his hand, moaning and pushing yourself back into him, “more, fuck, please.”

That’s all Eddie needed to hear before he’s deep inside you again, your gummy walls clenching around him as he bottoms out, His large hand printed on your skin. “fuck you’re nasty, such a dirty slut aren’t ya?” 

“yes, fuck.” your tongue licks the leather seat, eyes looking back to see the blackness cloud Eddie’s eyes and for a split second you swore there were horns on his head. 

He pumps into you faster, met by your hand circling your clit, he leans forward to suck into your shoulder blade, licking up the back of your neck, whispering into your ear as his hips jack knife into you, “come for me, fuckin’ come for daddy.” 

Wet floods your fingers and heat coils in your belly as your orgasm spreads, the back of Eddie’s seat has moon shaped indents on the left side as you claw into it, moaning against it. 

His fingers are grabbing you hard enough it will leave bruises on your hips, he grunts into you, working you through your leg shaking high. “Did so good for me, yeah you like this cock? gripping me like a fuckin’ vice honey, ’m gonna come, where you want me?” 

You twist beneath him, facing him to see his sweaty chest, hair sticking to his neck in places, dark eyes gleaming in a lust infused state of bliss, fat cock red and swollen. The demon of your dreams. 

The makeup on your eyes were smudged from sweat and your face grinding into the seat, you lick your lips and eye the pre cum on his cock, your slick soaking his length, coating the course hair at the base. “I wanna know how we taste.” 

Eddie groans, grabbing your waist roughly and adjusting you both carelessly to the back, shoulders knocking into the seats and whatever other bullshit was tossed into the void. 

He kisses you harsh, fingers tweezed around your nipple piercing, groaning at your little moans as you bite his split lip and shove him onto his back. Peering down at him with soulless eyes you work your way down his body, tangling yourself in between his legs, you wrap your lips around his fat length. 

The heady taste of your arousal and the brine of his precum mix on your tongue, marrying into a profound taste that could only be described as heaven and hell. 

His hips wiggle beneath you, desperate for more of your mouth, you giggle before swallowing him into your throat in one single move, working your hands up and down his shaft, in tandem with your swirling tongue. 

Groans replace your desperate moans from earlier, lewd sounds streak up the fogged fucked windows of the van, and it’s not long before Eddie is spilling into your mouth, muttering nonsense. 

You suck him clean, and he hisses at your wicked tongue lapping around him. 

“Fuck Lilith,” Eddie groans, sleepy little smile on his lips as he pulls you into his sweaty chest, skin to skin, “you’re out of this world.” 

You quirk a brow and push his bangs back from his forehead, “that’s not my name, Eddie.” 

“it should be,” he grins down at you, moving your neck to plant a kiss behind your ear, “it’s a variation of the Mother goddess of all demons… and after what we just did, fuck.” he grunts, squeezing your bare thigh and hoisting you higher up to him, “satan himself couldn’t tear you away from me.” 

A wicked grin paints your lips, and you surprise yourself when you push them into Eddie’s, fingers wrapped tight around his neck. 

Eddie was wrong, you weren’t lost, just missing a piece to your puzzle, needing someone to delve into the darkest part of your mind, to be enthused by your antics, applauding your wickedness. and that someone, was found at a smelly dive bar. Him. 

Ave Satani

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Tease

summary: JJ is the only one that makes Y/N shy.

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

1.300 words

a/n: Tumblr made this really hard to post. What's going on?

Let me know if you have any requests!

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Y/N always seemed to know what to say, everytime, with everybody. She had the answered in the tip of her tongue all the time and never let anything goes by unnoticed. The boys never had a chance coming with pick up lines, she made sure she was in charge, having all of them in the palm of her hands; smoke 'em like a cigarette: puff, pass.

And she was flirty with everybody. So could you misunderstand the reason she and JJ started to cross the line of friendship?

As JJ was just the same, sassy and reckless, constantly messing around, living life for the moment, girls was just a pastime, cold beer and nice weed to feel the fun. Everything was a joke, life was a big joke so, why take it serious when you could just enjoy?

Of course Y/N thought about JJ in a not-just-friendly way, so did he, but it was just a thought. So what if she was a raving beauty? So what if she wanted to see lower into his swim shorts when he was shirtless? Don't everybody thinks that about their good looking friends?

Y/N was just showing her new cargo mini skirt to Kiara, the pogues were setting the hammocks to enjoy the summer twilight, she did a twirl, popping her ass up a little she looked over her shoulder to the curly hair girl behind her. "What do you think? Is it too tight? I hope I still can crouch."

"It looks amazing." Kie answered.

"Hmm." JJ hummed, laid in his hammock he had a perfect view of her.

"What?" she turned around "I look bad?"

"Nah, you look delicious." He played, she giggled, hands on her hips as her head inclined a little. "You think? Wanna have a bite?" she played back.

"Always."

It's very right it was the way he smiked at her - hands behind his head, sleeveless shirt showing his relaxed arms muscles - that made her blush like that. The pogues shared a look. That was new. She sat in a garden chair, kinda flustered smiled back at him, coming back to Kiara to lightly avoid JJ. "Can you believe I got it from the thrift store? It was up for grabs."

JJ smiled to himself, it was like he found out a superpower. Making Y/N blush like that, like he just caught her out of guard when he clearly didn't. He wanted to make sure it wasn't the hot air in her system, so he build a tension between them all the time they were together, arms around her shoulders, hands running down her arms, face too close to hers when he had the chance, playing with the hair in the back of her neck, with the strings of her bikini just to see the nervous look in her eyes and she hated it, hated even more the fact that she like it, her blood heating up to her head, neck felling so hot, she didn't know why though, it was just JJ, just teasing, but her body had its own reaction without askind for permission, she couldn't do nothing but stand there, unable to vanish that stupid grin out from his face.

The group were currently trying to light up a bonfire for the end of the Friday as they like to do, sit around the fire drink, smoke and laugh, Pope trying to give John B. hints because he couldn't start the fire, a discussion beginning to grow while Kiara was sitted, Y/N standing in front of the place the fire was supposed to be, both laughing at them.

"Don't you think I can't light a fire? I've done it a thousand times, alright?!" John B. bickered.

"I'm just saying how you can do it better!" Pope said back.

"I think I can do it by myself." The matches were going to waste one after one, JB was clearly pissed with Pope and his hints. "I need a fucking lighter, man! Can you give one and shut your mouth?!" he yelled.

JJ threw him a lighter, instinctively going behind Y/N, arms creeping around her body holding her tight against him. She tried dodge from his hold but he was pressing her arms down.

"Can you let me go?!" she squirmed

"Nah, I like staying like this." he smirked, cheek to cheek with her as he rocked her to the sides.

"Let me go!" the girl yelled, everybody staring as she broke away from him, shoving his chest. "Fuck!" she stormed inside the Chateau.

JJ shrugged, eyes wide. "Wow. Didn't see that coming."

"You really didn't?" Kiara sarcastically asked.

"Man, you're provoking her way too much. It's even pitiful." Pope added.

JJ got up, going to find Y/N in the kitchen, her head leaning against the fridge door, eyes closed, she looked like she was trying to calm her nerves, he made her feel so vulnerable she felt embarrassed. He felt guilty as he approached, clearing his throat to make his presence noticed. She looked up at him, dead glare.

"Trying to cool down?" he jocked.

She deep sighed, grabbing a bottle of water. "What do you want?"

"Did I annoyed you? I didn't mean to."

"Really? You've been doing that for a while, it's really shaming, y'know?" she complained.

"Why? Why does it bothers you so much?" JJ asked, getting closer, not with a mean intention, but because he needed to feel her closer. "I'm sorry." he clarified, hands slowly going up to her arms, stroking her skin. "Do I make you nervous? This makes you feel nervous?"

She stared at his chest, not really finding the strength to look in his eyes. It just JJ. What makes him so different from the other guys? "I don't know. Maybe."

"But it's just me." he was right, but that was the problem. "See, there's only us here. Tell me what's wrong."

She shrunk, not wanting to say it.

"I don't want to make you nervous. It's okay." he reassured, hand coming up to her face bringing it up a little, her eyes met his. "Thought you were tough, you're just a little baby."

"I'm not a baby." she protested.

"Oh no? This doesn't make you nervous?" he asked, holding her waist softly, hand sneaking under her shirt, she shook her head. "That's good. Can I...?" he approached her neck, leaving sweet kisses along her jaw line, she whimpered, he smiled into her skin. "You like it, uhm?"

"Stop the teasing, it's exactly what I don't like." she complained,  squeezing his arms tightly.

"'Kay, sorry." he laughed, leaning a bit to capture her lips with his. It was all a little faltering, sure they both wanted that, but it was different, new, that type of conection, the tension. Although, the kiss was the hottest, beyond question, teasing was over, their bodies hot against each other. JJ felt he fell in a trap he created.

Y/N didn't mind the days of annoyance anymore, she wanted him more and more pressed to her body. Tongues slipping, lips swollen, hands clinging to her waist, and hips, and face, ass, cupping, stroking, whimpering lightly.

They broke apart, hearing someone clear the throat behind them, turning around to find Kiara, Pope and John B. standing with mocking grins on their faces.

"We thought you killed each other." Kiara scoffed.

"Clearly not." Pope laughed.

Y/N rolled her eyes "And you're gonna stand here and disturb?"

"Uh, sorry, just grabbing the stuff for the s'mores." John B. apologized crossing the room to the kitchen cabinets. "We're leaving..." he said, returning to add. "Don't do it in my kitchen."

"Get out!" JJ whisper yelled, coming back to her lips, unholdable smile in his face.

[smiley-babe]

Best Dealer on Campus

warnings: drug use, mutual pining, unprotected sex, slight dubcon (sex while on drugs), aftercare, praise, squirting, overstimulation, fingering, (Megumi has green eyes in this idc, fight me lol).

notes: this has been heavy on my mind and I needed to get this out. 

weed dealer Megumi who is nonchalant as hell, not easily approachable at all but got the best nugs on the university campus. he’s a well known guy, his dad making their last name famous but apparently gives his son nothing. resulting in him making his own monopoly on the school drugs.

weed dealer Megumi charges everyone full price. no matter how much a pretty girl flirts with him or someone offers to do his homework. but you. you always get a discount of some kind.

weed dealer Megumi who offers to smoke with you one day. you had made a joke that he looks stressed out all the time and asked if he partook in his own supply. he didn’t want to look like a complete stick in the mud so he throws it out there. but in truth he’d seen you before. you’re a regular. always joking or teasing him. he can’t even tell if you’re flirting or being goofy but he likes your energy.

weed dealer Megumi who rolls the perfect blunts, packed tight and pretty. you watch his fingers as he does it and your mind wanders. megumi catches you staring at him and smirks a bit. “trying to learn from the master?,” he asks with a raised brow. “master? yeah okay Megumi.” and even after you tease him about the name he still shows you how he gets the perfect wrap.

weed dealer Megumi gets so high with you that his eyes are low, the whites of them reddening slightly. you’re just as bad, giggling at cheesy jokes on some sitcom you put on. he studies you during this time. he feels ashamed to, not wanting to get caught up in his stupid little feelings. but when you meet his low green eyes all of that restraint goes out the window.

weed dealer Megumi who finds himself leaning into you, nose brushing yours as his eyes flit to your lips. your hands thread through his hair as you look back at him. fuck it. the kiss is slow at first, feeling each other out. as soon as you let out a small moan from how his teeth grazed your bottom lip his hands all over you.

weed dealer Megumi who is quick to have you sprawled out and naked on your couch. his long skinny fingers toy with you, flicking over you clit and watching your cute reactions. “please Megumi. just fuck me…” he has to clench his jaw and keep himself composed because of how needy you sound. instead he focuses on pushing two fingers deep into you, reaching spots that made you see stars.

weed dealer Megumi doesn’t stop the rhythm of his fingers even after you got off twice and you try to squirm away. leaves a light swat on your cunt when you try to move. “megumi i want you. please,” you beg him incessantly. has him ditching his clothes and lining his aching cock at your entrance. “you sure?” you nod and pull him down for a kiss.

weed dealer Megumi who, when he finally pushes into your pretty pussy, swears he could live there. he starts with a slow roll of his hips, reveling in how your walls convulse around him. when you look up at him it makes you squeeze him even tighter. a light blush coating his cheeks and the way he clenches his jaw, small pants escaping his lips already. his silver chain dangles over you as you hold your legs open for him, hands on the backs of your thighs. 

weed dealer Megumi can’t stop kissing you while he fucks you deep. likes feeling you moan and whine into his mouth. when he pulls from your lips, obscene curses fly out of him. every time he sinks deeper he feels his head fill with nothing but you. the soft pants and whiney moans leaving your body. “so pretty,” he whispers. “so. fucking. pretty. just like this.” he punctuates his words with hard thrusts. 

 weed dealer Megumi who praises you when you cum around his cock, a strangled cry leaving your mouth and tears spilling from your eyes. “just let it out baby. there you go,” he coos, slowing his pace and wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb. who makes you cum again. the third time he makes you squirt. by this time you’re pushing him away weakly and crying out.

weed dealer Megumi pulls out when he cums, spilling it all over your tummy and panting hard. leaves kisses on your face as you both calm down. “you good?,” he asks. your reply is a weak yes as you a smooth a hand through his wild hair. 

weed dealer Megumi who doesn’t make that time the last and eventually builds up the courage to ask you on a date. he definitely never makes you pay for a gram ever again. 

[oncasette]

your head is so numb (that nervous breath you try to hide)

summary: 0.5k

“you’d tell me if i was reading this wrong, right, sweetheart?” he asks just as his hand comes up to tilt your head towards him. the tip of his nose bumps yours as leans in and you try your damndest to make a joke out of it but every word dies on your tongue before it’s got any chance at coming out and, suddenly, you don’t have to worry about speaking because eddie is kissing you. eddie is kissing you, and you’re just sitting there, eyes wide and unblinking until he’s pulling back completely with a swirl of emotions in his eyes that has your stomach plummeting.

or the one where eddie kisses his best friend without much warning

warnings: sexual implications j a little

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he’s just sitting there and you think your brain has been put through the blender. he’s just sitting there and you can’t even think straight because all you can think about is how all you can smell his cheap, dollar store cologne and the fact that your knees keep knocking together and his stupid metallica t-shirt that’s got the sleeves cuffed above his biceps and.

“everything alright over there, sweetheart,” he asks, lips turned up in a smug grin. you hadn’t even realized he’d turned to look at you, eyes shifting up from his arms to his face as heat flushes through you.

“fine- fine,” you clear your throat. “good.”

“good,” he says as he adjusts how he’s sitting. his knees spread open wider, butt shuffling down the leather of the couch as he reclines his body. his jeans had always been on the tighter side, but these were tight.

your thighs squeeze together involuntarily, something eddie just barely catches with a flicker of his gaze.

his hand comes up suddenly to rest along the back of the couch and his fingers nearly graze your ear.

“you sure you’re okay, sweetheart?” he asks again, hand coming down to brush against the side of your neck. “you seem… jumpy.”

“‘m not jumpy,” you defend. “it’s been a long day, eds.”

“long day?”

“yeah, tired,” you hum. your pulse pumps in your throat. he knows, he knows. god, he’s gotta know.

“you know you don’t seem…” he leans into you, whispering, “tired.”

goosebumps rise under the obtusion of his breath.

he runs his nose across the shell of your ear, begging you to turn your head. you think you’re seconds away from dropping dead.

clearing your throat, you shuffle your position enough to pull your feet up under you, effectively pushing eddie away enough to save your heat from giving out. still, it doesn’t seem to deter his advancements.

you have half a mind to tell him off, to get up off his stupid couch that smells like second hand smoke and week-old weed and yell at him for playing with your feelings like this. for giving you the illusion that even for just a second, you stood a chance. that maybe he wanted you, too.

but you don’t. you just sit there as he inches ever closer, his fingers twiddling with the silver chain around your neck.

eddie silences your thoughts with another whisper.

“you’d tell me if i was reading this wrong, right, sweetheart?” he asks just as his hand comes up to tilt your head towards him. the tip of his nose bumps yours as leans in and you try your damndest to make a joke out of it but every word dies on your tongue before it’s got any chance at coming out and, suddenly, you don’t have to worry about speaking because eddie is kissing you. eddie is kissing you, and you’re just sitting there, eyes wide and unblinking until he’s pulling back completely with a swirl of emotions in his eyes that has your stomach plummeting.

“i’m sorry i-”

you grab the back of his head with enough force to send him toppling back into you, head dizzy and disoriented as you slant your lips over his again. coherently, this time, at least.

you pant as you pull away. eddie chases your lips with a whine that has you giggling, a real one-eighty from the guy he’d been twenty seconds ago.

[wh0re43van]

Frogger- Peter Maximoff X Reader

Summary: Teasing Peter Maximoff. That's it. Thats the fic.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: A little smutty (pg 13-ish), weed, kinda slow burn

A/n: This came to me while staring at a wall for 20 minutes after five bong rips. It was written in like an hour at midnight and only proofread once; probably a fair amount of typing errors. Thank you for reading !!

Pt 2

I lay on Peters bed listening to one of his Pink Floyd cassettes and sipping on a coca cola awaiting his return. I met peter at the arcade a couple months ago and we hit it off immediately… well, after we finished arguing over who got to the Pac-Man game first. He zoomed in front of me, seeming to appear out of thin air. I yelled at him, saying that I was there first and I had already put my token in, after he backed down, then we hit it off. He showed me some secretes he’d learned about the game then we went to get coffee. I’ve spoken to him almost every day since. He quickly became a close friend.

“Knock knock,” he says walking into the room. He’d zoomed out to re-up. I hop off his bed, setting my soda down on the coffee table as I approach him. I’m happy to see him, but even more excited to check out the weed.

“About damn time,” I joke as he tosses me the baggie.

“What? I was gone for literally five minutes,” he laughs, taking a seat on his couch.

“That’s awfully long for you, eh Quickie,” I sit down next to him grinning. “Shit, I left my papers in my car,” I frown, before picking up my keys and dangling them in front of Peter. He rolls his eyes, taking the car keys and speeding out and back, within seconds he’s tossing the rolling papers into my lap. “Thank you,” I bat my lashes at him.

“Yeah yeah,” he rolls his eyes, opening a bag of chips. He watches me as I break up the weed and begin to roll the joint.

“Damn you’re good at that,” he says genuinely impressed as he crunches on the Doritos.

“Well, I have a lot of experience,” I laugh sparking the joint, taking a deep hit. He’s told me that he didn’t smoke a whole lot before he met me, maybe I’m a bad influence. Then again, I had never stolen anything until I met him; so I guess it cancels out.

I pass the joint to peter as I exhale the smoke. “Good shit,” I laugh as I try stifle a cough. Peter takes a hit, immediately coughing so hard his face turns red.

“Goddman,” he chokes out, I hand him my soda in attempt to ease his coughing. “Wow I already feel it,” he says after he takes a sip, his voice raspy from the hot smoke and hacking as he sets the glass bottle down next to him.

“I think the coughing makes you higher,” I giggle, wiping off the ash off my skirt.

“I think you’re right, shit,” he sighs. “You feel it yet?” he asks looking at me through lidded eyes.

“Not quite, my tolerance is pretty high,” I laugh then take another hit before grabbing his Atari controller. “Wanna play frogger?” I ask.

“Stupid question,” he scoffs, zooming to the gaming console, looking for the correct game cassette. I take the time to admire how handsome Peter is, the way his white t-shirt hugs his toned arms, his constantly messy silver hair that falls perfectly into his face, his perfect skin- despite how much junk food he eats.

‘Damn he looks good,’ I think to myself as I take another hit off the joint, lounging on his crumb covered couch with the tan controller resting in my other hand. Peter zooms back to me.

“321 go!” He shouts, starting the game.

“Shit Pete I wasn’t ready,” I shoot up dropping the blunt, Peter of course catches it before it hits the ground then pops it into his mouth. I die almost instantly.

“You lose,” he takes the controller out of my hand replacing it with the joint. “My turn!” He gives me a shit eating grin that I’ve grown to adore. I roll my eyes.

“Alright Quickie,” I begin as his fingers move in a blur on the Atari controller. “Lets make this a competition. Best 2/3. Winner gets a whole joint to themselves,” I smirk.

“Oh you’re on,” he laughs, not looking away from the television. I cover his eyes with my hands, causing him to die. “Dude!” he shouts at me. I grin taking the controller. “You loose, my turn!” I mock him. He laughs, leaning back on the couch. I last a while, ultimately missing the log, dying when I fall into the water.

“425, beat that,” I proudly hand him the controller.

“Pft, in my sleep,” he scoffs, and he’s right. He quickly beats my score with a whopping 683. “You sure you wanna continue, man?” he smirks. “You can still back out and just split the joint, and keep your pride intact,” he offers with a smug grin. Instead of getting irritated, I develop a plan.

“Oh, I’m sure Peter,” I smirk back. “But could you go first? You’re so great, I’d like to know the final score I have to beat,” I ask batting my lashes.

“Uh, sure. Okay,” he agrees even though he looks confused. He starts the next game, doing very well of course. Without him noticing, I pull my sweater down to show some cleavage before I reach over him to grab my cola sitting on the opposite side of him. My chest sets even with his eyes as I grab the cold glass bottle. Peters fingers slow and a light pink settles on his cheeks. He clears his throat, as I sit back down on the couch.

“Alright man, you can’t distract me that easily,” he laughs it off, even though he’s still blushing, glancing between me and the screen.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m just thirsty,” I smirk as I use my tongue to bring the paper straw into my mouth, staring at Peters eyes that keep finding their way back to me. I slowly slide the straw out of my mouth, my tinted lip gloss leaving a ring on the white paper.

“Mmm,” I moan, leaning closer to him as I savor the taste of the cherry cola. “This is really good Peter, how’d you know that cherry’s my favorite?” I ask lowly. His eyes go wide, his frog gets hit by a truck earning him a score of 237

“Come on!” the speedster shouts. “That’s totally unfair! How am I supposed to concentrate when you’re being all hot and shit?” he asks, his cheeks still pink.

“You think I’m hot?” I giggle, taking the controller from his hands. His cheeks burn even brighter when he realizes that he just admitted that he thinks I’m hot.

I easily beat his score; he doesn’t even try to stop me. “Fetch me my weed,” I grin, holding out my hand. He rolls his eyes, but in instant the weed, papers and lighter are in my hand. “Thanks, Quickie,” I wink before quickly rolling another joint.

I lean back on the arm of the couch, watching Peter as his eyes follow the joint going between my lips, staring as I French inhale the smoke. His bloodshot eyes watch in awe and I can’t help but smile at his obvious ogling.

“Let’s watch something,” I smile, standing up and walking toward the tv, taking another hit.

“Sure,” he sighs in relief. “What movie are you th…” he trails off when I bend over, my short skirt exposing the smallest amount of my ass. I pretend not to notice, picking up a random VHS.

“What about Jaws?” I turn, asking him innocently. He blinks shaking his head as if trying to release himself from a trance.

“Uh,” he clears his throat. “Yeah s-sure dude. What, uh, whatever you th-think sounds good,” he clears his throat again, staring into my eyes, not even blinking. I can tell that he’s trying extremely hard not to look at my sweater that’s still pulled down or my skirt that’s ridden up my thighs. I can almost hear him saying to himself ‘don’t look, don’t look, don’t look…’. I’m enjoying every moment of this.

I smile as I bend down to slip the VHS into the player, I turn to catch Peter adjusting his pants. He quickly removes his hand, giving me a huge grin trying not look guilty. I put the spliff back in my mouth to keep myself from laughing.

I walk over to the couch, tapping the joint out and setting it in the ash tray. As the movie starts to play, I take a seat next to peter, throwing my legs over his, allowing my skirt to fall down my thighs towards my stomach, and Peter seems to notice. His breath hitches in his throat, glancing back and forth between the movie and my thighs. We sit like this for the first part of the movie, eventually he relaxes a bit, getting into the film. I watch as the light from the screen bounces of his sharp features. I smirk as I lean up to Peter.

“You have something on your face,” I say quietly. He watches as I take my thumb in my mouth, wetting it to wipe the dried frosting off his cheek. His face floods red, he’s adorable.

“What’s wrong Peter?” I ask, still only inches from his face. “Why so quiet all of the sudden?” I lean into whisper in his ear. He visibly shutters as my breath hits his skin, a barely noticeable sheen of sweat appears on his forehead. I’m satisfied with his reaction. “Do I make you nervous, Peter?” I ask, wiping the sweat off his face. He turns to look at me.

“Uh,” he clears his throat. “N-no, of course not. It’s just, uhm, a little warm in here, th-that’s all,” he stutters, staring at me with his glossy brown eyes.

“Hm,” I pretend to think about his response. “You’re right,” I grin before pulling my grey sweater over my head, leaving me in my short skirt and white tank top that clings to my curves and barely covers my cleavage. He audibly gasps with wide eyes, not bothering to hide his staring.

“It’s getting even more hot in here all of the sudden,” he pulls at the neck of his shirt trying to cool himself off.

“Maybe you should take this off then,” I suggest, toying with the hem of the shirt. “Might cool you off,” I don’t drop his gaze as I reach for my cola, taking another sip.

“I-uh… y-yeah, sure, m-maybe you’re, uhm right,” he stumbles over his words before clumsily taking off the white t-shirt. I’m surprised that he actually did it, but definitely not disappointed. I drink in the picture Infront of me. The nervous boy fidgeting with his hands, a thin sheen of sweat on his flushed cheeks and toned torso, his chest rising and falling rapidly, all of my doing. The sight makes my core ache.

“Your goggles are crooked,” I observe as I slowly crawl on top of him to straddle his waist, giving him time to stop me, incase I’m taking it too far.

He just gulps, watching as I settle on his lap. I place one hand on his chest, using the other to adjust the silver goggles, my chest at his eye level once again. I catch his eyes, now glossed over with lust rather than THC, watching me as I smooth his hair down. As I sit back, my core against his crotch, I can feel his excitement through his pants, he bounces his leg rapidly in anticipation, watching, waiting for whatever it is that I’m going to do to him next.

“Are you sure you’re not nervous?” I smile, my skirt completely bunched up around my waist, exposing the entirety of my white thong.

“Y-yeah,” his voice cracks. “I’m totally fine,” his words come out shaky as he stares at my exposed underwear.

“I’ll move if you want, Peter,” I slowly grind my crotch against his, the friction on my core feels amazing. “Just tell me and I’ll move,” I offer with pleasure laced in my tone, hoping that he doesn’t ask me to stop.

He doesn’t say anything, just lets out a small whimper as I put more pressure and speed into my movements. I slowly dip down to his neck, giving him time to stop me if he desires, leaving wet kisses on his jugular. I swear I can feel how hard his heart is beating.

“You taste so sweet, Peter,” I whisper in his ear, continuing my grinding on his erection through his pants.

“Fuck,” he whispers, his breathing shallow and quick. I slowly slide my hands down to his buckle, still moving my hips as I trail my kisses closer to his lips. I pop the buckle open and bite down on his lip gently, he gasps against my mouth.

Beep beep. Beep beep.

Goddamnit

My digital wristwatch signals that it’s time to pick my little brother up from school. I hop off Peter, he furrows his brows.

“I gotta go man, I gotta pick up my brother,” I explain, he just watches in confusion as I slide my sweater back on my body, adjusting my skirt and putting on my shoes. I head to the steps, he jumps up as if he’s just now processed what’s happened.

“Hey, wait, you can’t leave me like this,” he whines, his erection prominent in his blue jeans. “We were having fun,” he frowns. I smile widely.

“Don’t worry, I’m coming back,” I wink. “My weeds here dude, you know I’ll be back,” I laugh walking away from the shirtless, frustrated, confused boy standing with a raging boner in the middle of his room.

[clemnchai]

Dealer! Ellie headcannon’s ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

dealer! ellie who’s your polar opposite. everyone was surprised when you two first came out. you’re sweet as honey and shy— outfits always a littlee skimpy. and ellie was… ellie. she loves it tho. loves having arm candy ♡

dealer! ellie who gets genuinely offended when you try to roll your own joints or even smoke without her. she’s such a baby about it. “what the fuck? where’d you get this shit from?” she picks up the tiny baggy with aggravation on her face. “well… you were busy els— and i’ve been stressed! y’cant be mad at me because you neglected me” you say with a small pout. “neglect—? ok ok. you’re not smoking this shit, man. how about this, i roll you a joint with my good shit and we can watch hello kitty island adventure—whatever the fuck and chill, kay?” safe to say ellie takes the ‘pretty girl’ discount seriously ♡

dealer! ellie who always rolls your joints in strawberry papers and bags your weed in cute baggies w hearts ♡

dealer! ellie who called you princess in a teasing way at first but it just…. stuck. ♡

dealer! ellie only lets you do her make up while she’s high as a kite. so now you’re here sitting on her lap putting mascara and eyeliner on her pretty red eyes. “els, stop moving. i’ll mess up” you stop and sit back to look at her while she smokes the last of her joint. “you’re lucky m’ letting you do this— how long does this take again? is this why you take so long to get ready?” you rolled your eyes as she rambled and she playfully pinches ur waist and smoothes her hand over. “done! “ you hand her a small mirror to look at your work. “cute. my lil’ picasso.” leaning in to give you a wet smooch that you dodge. “no kisses, you’ll ruin my work.” she huffs and sits up to effortlessly flip you over so she’s on top of you. you let out a girly squeal at the sudden change in position. “fuck that.” she says n’ then gives you wet, exaggerated kisses all over your pretty, giggly face ♡

dealer! ellie who does things because she knows it makes you nervous. she’ll take your cheeks in between her fingers and shotgun kiss you during the smoke sesh and chuckle at how you look at her w doe eyes:( or she’ll tease you in public— moving her hand a little too close to the warmth in between your thighs and pulling away when she hears your breath stutter. she can be so mean:( ♡

dealer! ellie who listens to 90s rap and r&b. also cannot fuck you without some r&b in the background. “sets the mood” she says. ♡

dealer! ellie who passes you the joint when fucking you:( “yea— yea. shit. you look so fucking good.” she pulls the joints from her mouth and blows the smoke away from your face. the way you cream around her strap makes her head fuzzier than weed could ever. “here— open up bun” she places the joint in between you lips and stares as you inhale— and eventually pull back to turn your head up to exhale. “mmh.” she gives a validating hum and smacks your ass— completely discarding the joint to kiss your red, pouty lips ♡

dealer! ellie who makes stupid jokes and conspiracies while high. “dude…. what do you think would happen if everyone farted at the exact same time. what if the world like— fuckin’— exploded or something.” “ellie.. what?” you cant contain your giggles at the auburn haired girls question. “what?? it’s a genuine question. what if all of our farts created a nuclear bomb. that’s kinda… scary. now i’m getting scared.” she said seriously— as if the made up situation could ever happen. “ellie.. that will never happen and i’m pretty sure your farts alone could create a nuclear bomb.” you joked back and giggled at her offended face. “okay…. you got me.” she’s so silly😭

dealer! ellie who only downloads social media so you can send her memes and things that remind you of her. her only instagram pics are scenery pics and pictures of you ♡

dealer! ellie who loves ass. that’s it. especially loves when you wear short skirts so when you bend down she can see your cute pink panties. sometimes she’ll pull your panties to the side and eat your pussy from the back till your knees are weak:( ♡

dealer! ellie who just loves her girl soo much!! you’ll often catch her staring at you and you get so shy— but all she’s thinking about is how lucky she is to have such a sweet girl like you belong to her and her only ♡

- ˚ʚ♡a ɞ˚

[scarletsknight]

house call

wc: 3.6k

pairing: eddie x afab!reader

synopsis: after making a delivery to your house, your dealer decides you shouldn’t spend friday night alone

cw: 18+ mdni!!, smut, use of marijuana, pet names, brief mention of reader having glasses but not wearing them, teasing, eddie’s rings (yes it needs to be a warning), nipple play, oral sex (receiving), multiple orgasms, marking, lowkey dumbification, sex while under the influence, protected sex, eddie has a big dick but wbk, pretty much pwp

***repost cause t*mblr is anti black and shadow banned my other account 🙄

You were trying to carry all the snacks you grabbed from the kitchen to your bedroom when you heard the doorbell ring.

“Shit,” you muttered. 

You know you told him to be here at 9, but you weren’t expecting him to be on time. 

“Just a second!” you yelled. You ran upstairs to throw the arm full of snacks onto your bed before you went to answer the door. 

You opened the door and immediately felt the fluttering in your stomach as a smile made its way to your face. 

Leaning against your doorframe, wearing his signature hellfire shirt, along with his black leather jacket and ripped jeans, he lifted his head to meet your eyes.

“Good evening, miss. I believe you requested a house call." 

"Hi, Eddie,” you smile even wider, “Thank you so much for doing this,” you step aside and let him into your house. 

“Of course, sweetheart. Anything for my favorite customer,” he smiled at you as he passed by. Eddie’s eyes scanned down your figure, a smirk playing on his lips, “You didn’t have to get all dolled up for me,” he said. 

Forgetting what you were wearing, you look down at the old AC/DC shirt and pajama shorts you had on, along with your fuzzy socks.

You roll your eyes and scoff, “Shut up." 

Eddie follows you into your dining room, where you sit at the table. Placing his little black tin box on the table, Eddie sits across from you. 

Your relationship with Eddie was…interesting. You know how most people at school perceive Eddie, but you don’t care. You ignore the weird looks your friends give you when they see you openly talking to him in the cafeteria or in the hallways and the things they make up about Eddie to try to get you to stay away from him.

When you found out he sells weed, he was the first you went to since he was the only person in town you trusted enough to buy from. After that, the two of you started talking more, your relationship forming into some sort of friendship. Eddie always thought you were crazy befriending him, but that’s also what he liked about you.

"So, I have two choices for you,” he took out two plastic bags, “alien thrax and peanut butter cookies." 

You laugh, starting to believe that he’s just making up the names of the strains at this point.

"What’s your recommendation?” you ask, leaning closer with your elbows on the table.

“I haven’t tried the cookies yet. It’s some new shit I got from Rick, apparently from California. But this,” Eddie shakes the bag of alien thrax in his left hand, “will get you where you need to be. A personal favorite of mine.”

You carefully made your decision.

“I’m gonna trust your judgment on this one,” you pointed to his left.

“Chose wisely. I’ll even throw in a little extra.”

“You always this generous with all your customers?”

“Just the pretty ones that spend Friday nights alone.”

You smile at the compliment.

“I’d very much rather be alone than at another one of those stupid parties.” you roll your eyes at the thought.

“What if I propose something better than you just spending the rest of the night alone, getting high?”

“What?”

. . .

Soft giggles spill from your lips as you take the joint from Eddie.

“What?” he asks with a lazy smile.

“I never thought I’d be smoking in my bedroom with Eddie Munson.”

“What would the perfect posse say if they knew?” he jokes.

You shrug, “I don’t give a shit about what’d they have to say.”

A beat of silence passes between you before Eddie speaks again.

“Can I ask you something?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“Why are you even friends with them? I mean, I don’t know shit, but you don’t seem to like them very much.”

“I can tolerate them to a point. But I wouldn’t say they’re my friends. Jenna’s the only reason why I get invited to parties and sit with them sometimes. We’ve been best friends since third grade, and I guess she didn’t wanna just leave me behind when she joined the cheer team.”

He smiles at the thought, familiar with Jenna as the only other person from your “friend group” relatively nice to him aside from you.

“Well, you know if you ever need an escape from them or anything, you can always come find me.”

“I will.”

Eddie likes this. Being able to just sit here with you and talk. He likes that you’re comfortable enough to open up to him. He likes that you don’t care with him. He likes the habit you have of scrunching your nose when the smoke hits the back of your throat. And the way you keep tucking your hair behind your ears every time he compliments you. And the way that you stare at him when you think he doesn’t notice. And-

“Now, wait a minute,” Eddie’s eye catches something sitting on your desk, “Are those what I think they are?” he asks, moving across the room.

“No-”

“I thought you stopped wearing these after middle school,” he picked up your glasses.

Embarrassed, you jump to your feet and try to take them from him, but the height he had on you works to his advantage.

“Eddie-”

“Jesus, you’re as blind as a bat,” Eddie put them on, and you couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Eddie!” you whined, snatching the glasses off his face. “I only wear them at home sometimes-” you pause and backtrack, “Wait, you remember me from middle school?”

“Yeah, of course. I’m pretty sure you were the only person who didn’t call me cancer kid because I-”

“Was bald!” you gasp as the memory comes back.

“Hey! I wasn’t bald. I just had a buzz cut.”

“Same thing,” you giggle, “But you’ve redeemed yourself.”

“Yeah?”

You don’t know when you got so close, but you can feel the warmth radiating off his body. You’re so close you can tell how pink his eyes are and could smell the weed on his breath.

“Yeah,” you have no resistance to the urge to brush his hair out of his face, “s'very pretty,” you mumble.

You feel Eddie’s hands rest on your hips, the two of you still not saying anything. He just stared at you while your gaze falls to his lips. You just wanted to know what they felt like or how’d he taste against your tongue.

Eddie softly calling your name brought you out of your thoughts.

“What?”

“I really wanna kiss you,” he says.

“Okay.”

“Can I?”

You’re nodding, “Yes-” before you could get the word out, you’re already cupping his face.

This is not what you imagined. No—it was so much better.

His lips are soft and taste like smoke. Eddie’s hands moved to grab your waist, pulling you even closer than you already are.

You part your lips to grant your lungs the oxygen they’ve been aching for, and you moan into Eddie’s mouth as he slips his tongue past your lips. Your fingers found their way into his hair, tangling in his messy curls.

The back of Eddie’s legs hit your bed, and he fell onto the mattress, bringing you with him. You dropped with a bounce, your legs landing in Eddie’s lap as he found your lips again. Eddie couldn’t get enough of your lips, tasting of weed and something sweet. His hand rests on your thigh, and the cool metal of his rings bites into your skin deliciously. 

You moan against his lips, thinking about the imprints his rings could decorate your skin with, marking you as his. 

“You keep doing that, it’s gonna make it harder to stop.” Eddie says lowly.

“What if I don’t want you to stop?" 

Eddie lowly cursed under his breath. 

"You don’t know what you’re doing to me, angel." 

You grinned as your lips connected again. Eddie slides his hand between your legs, inching closer and closer to your core. You sink your teeth into his bottom lip when you feel his fingers come into contact with your pussy. Eddie groans from the pain as his cock twitched in his jeans. You were much more sensitive to his touch from still being high, so when he firmly pressed two fingers against your clit, close your legs around his hand with a whimper. 

"So responsive, princess,” Eddie hummed. 

“Eddie, please,” you whisper.

“What, baby?”

“Please touch me,” you flutter your lashes at him. 

Eddie starts trailing kisses down your neck as one of his hands slips under your shirt, finding the hem of your shorts and toying with it. With his lips not occupying your mouth, moans freely tumbled out as Eddie left kisses and lovebites down your throat. 

You lifted your hips from the bed when you felt Eddie beginning to tug at your shorts. Tossing them to the floor, Eddie cups your sex, humming when he feels your wetness seeping through the thin cotton. 

“This for me, baby? You get all this wet just for me?” he asks with a teasing grin.

“Yes. God, Eddie, please,” you whine, feeling his finger run up your slit. 

Eddie tears your underwear down your legs, throwing them over his shoulder before he coats his fingers in your slick. You widen your legs for him, and he starts stroking your clit. Eddie started to tease you, slowly circling your sensitive nub with the tip of his finger. 

“You’re so wet, angel,” Eddie cooed, “I could probably just slip right in,” he watched your face melt into pleasure as he slipped a finger inside of you. Your hips rise against his hand, trying to get more than what he’s giving you. 

“M-More. I need more." 

Eddie laughs as he adds a second finger, "Always giving you more than I should. You’re pretty spoiled, you know." 

"Can’t blame me when you’re the one always spoiling me,” you say with a smirk. 

Eddie watches as the smirk gets wiped from your face, moaning when he curls his fingers against your velvety walls. 

“Fuck, Eddie. That feels so good." 

"Yeah? You’re taking my fingers so well, sweetheart," 

You were no longer fighting the noises that spilled out of your mouth. Eddie presses his thumb to your clit, and he feels your walls open up for his digits even more. 

Your eyes flutter shut, and your head falls back, feeling the cool metal wrapped around his ring finger digging into your warm skin. The tips of his fingers reach that sweet spot inside you, hitting it each time he pumps his fingers in and out of you. 

"Eddie.”

“What is it, baby?”

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you pant. 

“Yeah? You wanna cum all over my fingers?" 

You eagerly nod your head. 

"Come on, be a good girl and cum for me.”

Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave of euphoria, your legs clamping shut around Eddie’s hand. Eddie held your convulsing body as he continued to finger you through your orgasm. 

You pushed his hand away when he started to overstimulate you. 

You buried your face into Eddie’s neck, catching your breath. 

“I bet you taste as good as you look,” you heard Eddie say. 

You lift your head to see him examining his fingers covered in your juices; even the ring on his finger glistened in your slick. 

When Eddie brought his fingers to his lips, you felt your insides coil and pressed your legs together with a small whimper.

After licking his fingers clean, Eddie started repositioning your legs so he could settle between them. 

“You gonna let me get a real taste of you, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, slowly rubbing his hand up and down your thigh. 

You nodded. 

“I’m gonna need words, baby." 

"Yes,” you said barely above a whisper.

The smile stretched further across Eddie’s face as he lowered himself onto his stomach and pulled you closer to his face by your thighs. 

No one’s ever gone down on you. The guys you’ve hooked up with in the past were too selfish or clueless to do so. But Eddie’s clearly neither of those things. He parts your folds with his tongue, licking a fat stripe up your slit, letting your juices flow onto his tongue. 

“Eddie,” you mewl. 

“Yeah, baby?”

Looking down at him between your legs, you think your brain short-circuited, seeing his lips wet and swollen with pupils dilated twice their size, and you’re sure it’s not just from the thc.

“Please, don’t stop." 

Eddie grins as he lowers his head again, taking your clit between his lips. Your arms could no longer support you, and you dropped your head to your pillows. Eddie pulled your legs over his shoulders, his blunt fingernails digging into the plush of your thighs as he buried his face into your pussy. 

One of Eddie’s hands slides up your torso under your shirt, cupping your tit in his hand. Your gummy walls fluttered around Eddie’s tongue, feeling his nose nuzzling into your clit.

Your whimpers and moans mixed with the obscene sound of him fucking you with his tongue filled the room. You could feel that knot in your stomach tightening as Eddie ate you out like a starved man. 

"My fucking god, Eddie, what are you doing to me,” you moan. 

He laughs, the vibrations from his mouth shooting straight up your spine. 

You tangle your fingers in his hair again, keeping him right where you need him, rolling your hips against his face. 

“Please, Eddie,” you look down at him briefly to see him completely lost in the feeling of you on his tongue, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum again,” you throw your head back. 

Eddie swirls his skilled tongue around the bundle of nerves. Your back arches away from the bed, and Eddie wraps his arms around your thighs to keep you from moving as you came. 

Eddie continued to lap at your folds, making sure not to miss a single drop. He came up from between your legs, half his face covered in your juices.

“That was so fucking hot,” he licked his lips and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. 

You grin as you grab his shirt and pull him closer, crashing your lips into his. The taste of you still staining his lips and tongue. 

“Eddie.”

“Mhm?” he hums, kissing your face. 

“Please fuck me,” you say against his lips. 

You hear a low groan rumble in his throat. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I want you so fucking badly,” you tell Eddie. He sees the glimmer of mischief in your eyes when you slide your hand between your bodies and palm him over his jeans. “I know you want me too,” you smile, feeling how hard he is through his clothes. 

“So fucking badly,” he says, cupping your jaw and bringing your lips to his. 

You begin to tug at his shirt, silently telling him you want it off. He granted your wish, breaking from the kiss to pull the shirt over his head. You barely have time to admire the ink decorating his skin before Eddie’s claiming your lips with his again. 

You tug Eddie closer by the leather belt wrapped around his waist and begin to unbuckle it before he stops you.

“Wait—shit,” he groans.

“What?”

“I don’t have anything.”

“Second draw in my nightstand,” you tell him, and he raises his eyebrows at you, “What? Better safe than sorry,” you say. 

Reaching into the second drawer in your nightstand, Eddie locates the box of condoms. Eddie was less bitter when he found the box was still unopened. 

You sit up on your elbows, looking at Eddie as he stands in front of you. Your eyes trail down his toned figure to the little tufts of hair on his lower stomach. You press your thighs together and bite your lip thinking about where following the happy trail would lead you.

Eddie notices you ogling him. Giving you what you want once again, Eddie pushes his jeans down his legs along with his underwear, allowing his cock to spring free of its confinements.

You feel all the air leave your lungs, and you hear Eddie laugh from the expression on your face, continuing to stroke his ego.

He really just walks around like this??

You pick up your jaw, realizing how dry your mouth is, and bring your eyes back to his face.

Eddie rolls the condom onto his shaft, stroking his length in his hand while pushing your legs apart with the other.

“What, princess? Don’t think your pretty little pussy can take me?” he challenged.

You furrow your brows, “I can.” you say, knowing damn well he could break you in half. (and you would gladly let him)

“We’ll see about that,” he said with a wink.

Lining his cock up with your entrance, Eddie takes his time. It was hard to hold himself back when he felt the way your warm wet walls opened up for him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he sighs.

Your eyes screw shut as the painful stretch melts into pleasure. The last few inches slip in easily with how wet you are. Eddie softly grunts once he’s bottomed out.

“Eddie,” you whine.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” he peppers kisses all over your face.

“You feel s-so fucking big. Feels so f-fucking full,” you stutter.

“Yeah? You like that, don’t you? Being filled up by me.”

“Eddie~” he laughs when he feels your pussy flutter around his cock.

“That’s my name, princess,” he grins, kissing you.

“Please move.”

He drew his hips back, almost pulling out of you completely, only leaving the tip in before sliding back in.

Eddie rested his forehead against yours, finding a steady rhythm to fuck you.

Eddie started trailing kisses down your neck as his hands pushed your shirt up over your chest. His mouth enclosed around your nipple while his fingers toyed with the other. He tweaked the perky bud between his fingers, making you cry out, and soothed the pain with his mouth, circling his tongue around your areola.

“Eddie, please.”

“What, sweetheart?”

“Go f-faster,”

“So demanding,” he huffed.

He grabbed your waist, bringing your hips to meet his in sharp slaps, and you held onto his shoulders, your moans deliciously filling his ears.

The sight beneath him is one Eddie wants etched into his brain forever; you shamelessly crying out for Eddie as he fucked you the way you deserve.

Your nails scratched down Eddie’s chest, leaving red streaks on his skin. He hissed from your nails digging into him, but that only seemed to fuel the fire you’ve ignited in him.

“Please-shit, don’t stop-fuck—please,” you stumble over your words as you place your hand on your headboard to prevent your head from hitting it.

“Look at you, baby. All fucked out from my cock, you can’t even form full sentences.”

“F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” Eddie pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing sloppy, uncoordinated circles, “Come on, princess. Let me feel that pretty little pussy cum around my cock.”

Eddie tried his hardest not to cum before you. He wrapped his arms under your thighs, fucking you even harder that the headboard started banging against the wall.

“Yes—fuck, Eddie!”

Your eyes roll back into your head, and your limbs go numb. Your pussy had a vice grip on Eddie’s cock, making it harder for him to move.

Eddie dropped his head to your shoulder, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he released his load into the condom.

For a minute, the room is only filled with your heavy breathing as the two of you come down from your highs.  

Eddie’s body slumps against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck. You softly run your fingers through his hair while he presses kisses to your damp skin. 

He finally lifted his head, studying your face as he brushed your hair away from the features he adores so much. 

“Hi,” his nose brushes yours. 

“Hi,” you giggle before he presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“Are you okay?” he asks. 

“Better than. You have no idea how long and how badly I’ve wanted this—wanted you,” you say. Your words make Eddie’s soft cock twitch against your walls as he is still inside you.

“Don’t try to get me started again, princess,” he groaned, slipping out of your heat and falling down onto your bed next to you. 

You rolled over onto your stomach and landed right on Eddie’s chest. You giggled as you kissed him before getting off the bed. 

“Shit,” you grab onto your dresser to steady yourself on your wobbly legs.

“Need help?” Eddie asks with a laugh, watching you walk like a baby deer to your bathroom. 

“Fuck off,” you say to him over your shoulder.

Slipping your shorts back on, not even bothering with your soiled underwear, you reenter your room to find Eddie with his jeans back on but still lounging on your bed shirtless. 

Eddie’s eyes followed you as you walked back over to your window, picking up the joint the two of you never finished. 

You strike a match, having no idea where the lighter Eddie had earlier went, and let thick clouds of smoke fill your lungs. 

You lift your head to find Eddie staring at you. 

“What? You promised me we were gonna smoke, and we never got to finish,” you explain as you stand between his legs. 

He shrugged, “We got sidetracked. It happens,” Eddie wrapped his hand around the back of your thighs and pulled you down onto his lap. 

You bring the joint to Eddie’s lips, his hands too occupied with cupping your ass, and he takes a long drag.

“You gonna let it happen again?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. 

“Only if you will,” Eddie says before exhaling the smoke he was holding in his lungs. 

“Nothing wrong with a little bit of a distraction." 

a/n: if it seems rushed it kinda was :/ i was h*rny and eddie has been plaguing my mind since i finished season 4. but thank you sm for reading <33 feedback is appreciated!!

[aristrocrat]

Scary Movie With Steve

summary: it’s your first time being left alone with the boy Robin introduced you to only a few weeks prior

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

tw: cursing, sexually suggestive language

a/n: my requests are open. please feel free to send me any stranger things ideas :)

“I just don’t understand why he’s so adamant about hanging out with that guy! I mean, you know Eddie! He’s the guy that supplied the weed at our parties back in high school. He’s not exactly the best influence on these kids!” Steve huffed as he paced around your basement.

“Oh, come on. He’s not that bad,” You shrugged as you watched Robin rewind the movie she rented for you before the end of tonight’s shift. “Eddie’s actually a really good guy. The guy has a heart of gold. Plus, he loves the same things the boys do. If anything, I think it’ll do them some good to hang out with someone who shares common interests.”

“Did you miss the part where I said he’s a drug dealer?” Steve deadpanned, you shake your head as Robing made her way back to the couch. He shifted uncomfortably as a thought dawned on him. “Besides, how do you know so much about him anyway?”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged.

“She spoke to him when he came in to rent Star Wars earlier this week,” Robin smiled. Your eyes widened as you shook your head, silently begging her not to say more. “Apparently, he’s cute and charming.”

“Does shaking my head mean nothing to you?” You deadpanned.

“Charming?!” Steve choked.

“Can we just watch the movie?” You sighed.

“And cute! Don’t forget about cute. She made sure to emphasize just how cute she thought he was after he left,” Robin smiled, looking over at your unamused face. “It’s slipping my mind now. What was it you called cute? His face or butt? You talked so much about both that I feel like I’m getting the story mixed up.”

“Dude!” You laughed. “Come on. Cut me some slack! He’s got the whole eccentric, cool, I-don’t-give-a-fuck thing going for him. What’s a girl to do?”

“Oh, my god! Not you too!” Steve groaned as he plopped himself in front of the couch. “I don’t even wanna watch this stupid movie anymore. I’m that grossed out.”

“That’s interesting way of saying you’re jealous,” Robin snorted as she walked towards to couch you sat on, placing her head on your shoulder as the movie began.

“Jealous? Me? Please,” He blew off. “I’m not the jealous type.”

You both giggled at the statement.

“What?! What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. That’s just a bold statement to make considering you pout every time we hang out without you,” Robin chuckled.

“Wha- No! I-.. That’s not the point of this conversation!” He snapped around, shifting his weight so that he could place his arms on your knees as he spoke. “Just because you find him cute doesn’t mean he’s not a bad influence. What kind of babysitter would I be if I wasn’t a little worried?”

“Okay, fine, Steve. He’s a bad influence,” Robin shrugged, miserably trying to hold back a smirk. “A cute bad influence. One that hides behind his hair when he flirts with Y/N and touches her arm when she giggles at his jokes.”

“Oh, come on! That’s such a typical dude move!” Steve frowned as he looked up at you. “Don’t tell me you actually fell for that.”

“Robin?” Your mother called from the top of the stairs. You silently thanked her for the interruption. “Honey, your mom’s on the phone. She said something about a family dinner?”

“Shoot!” Robin gasped, looking over at her friends. “I’m supposed to be home early tonight! Rain check on movie night?”

“Wait, but-“ Both you and Steve sat up straight as she grabbed her backpack and ran towards the stairs.

“I’m sorry! Bye!” She interrupted before she disappeared behind your mother. An awkward silence fell upon the room. Though you and Steve were good friends, rare were the times you hung out by yourselves. Even if you did, Robin was typically in the next room. She was your mutual friend, the glue to your friendship. Without her, it was just..

“So,” He pursed his lips.

“So,” You shifted uncomfortably.

“Uh,” He cleared his throat before awkwardly taking his arms off of your legs. “Do you still wanna watch the movie or..?”

“I mean,” You shrugged. “Sure, why not? I’m curious to see what she picked out. She told me it was a rom com,” You paused as creepy music began to play.

“Rom com, huh?” He asked, plopping down in the seat beside you and looking over at you skeptically. “What’s this movie called again?”

“I don’t know. She said it won an Oscar for best romance movie in ‘78-“ Your voice trailed off as a haunted looking house appeared on the screen. “That lying bitch.”

Steve threw his head back in laughter as you raised your knees up to your chest and hugged them. “I get the feeling you’re not much of a horror fan.”

“Really? What gave it away?” You asked sarcastically, making him laugh again. “What?”

“Nothing.. It’s just- you’re like the most fearless person I know. It’s kinda funny that you draw the line at horror movies,” He shook his head. “But, if you really don’t wanna watch it, we can just call it a night instead-“

“It’s cool. We’ve seen worse, right? I’m sure I can handle a little- OH MY GOD! DID THAT THING JUST RIP OFF HER ARM?!” You hid your face behind your knees and clenched your eyes shut. Steve dropped his head into his hands as he cackled at your reaction. “Jesus! I was expecting some build up or something before it got to the gruesome parts..”

“Here, I’m a pro at keeping girls calm during horror movies,” He scooted towards you and wrapped an arm around you. “Works like a charm every time.”

“Please don’t tell me this the same move you pull on all those movie dates you tell us about,” You scrunched your nose. “It is, isn’t it?”

“I don’t think you want me to answer that honestly,” He chuckled, making your eyes roll. “Come on, Y/N! We’re both adults. There’s nothing weird about me wrapping an arm around you. It really does help make the movie less scary. I promise I’m not making a move on you. We’re just friends. This is purely platonic.”

Purely platonic. Ouch. Of course you knew he didn’t see you as anything more, but did he have to say it in such an assured manner?

“Right,” You nodded as you remained sitting stiffly.

“That means you can, like, relax, weirdo,” He teased. You rolled your eyes and got comfortable, leaning into his soft and lazy embrace.

“Right..” You muttered, hesitantly adjusting your body so that it was leaning into his own. You were almost taken aback by how warm he was.

“You said that already,” He smirked.

“Do you wanna watch the damn movie or not?” You groaned, pulling away.

“Come back,” He drew out the last word as he pulled you back into him. You’d normally get an explosion of butterflies at his touch, especially with something like that. But you were still reeling in your hurt feelings from the just friends comment. “Okay, I’m sorry. Yes, I wanna watch the movie. I’ll shut up now.”

You both settled into the couch and continued to watch the movie. Much to your dismay, the movie only got scarier from that point on. You had to give credit to the directors for perfectly executing a jump scare after an excruciatingly long build up, it even made Steve wrap his arms around you tighter when each one happened.

“Close your eyes,” He said, covering them for you. “I’ll tell you when this part is over.”

“Did they have to kill the dog?” You mumbled sadly, making him laugh harder.

“It’s just part of the Hollywood magic. I’m sure that dog is still alive,” He reassured you. “.. Most likely.”

“Most likely?!” You frowned, taking his hand off your eyes only to see the killer murder another one. “FUCK! No, I tap out. Go turn the movie off, Steve!”

“No way! We’re almost done anyways. This is the first step to getting over this scary movie phobia!” He protested.

“Is it really considered getting over my fear if I spend the whole movie buried in your chest with your hand over my eyes?” You frowned.

“Baby steps, Y/L/N. Baby steps,” Steve said simply. You turned back towards the movie before he placed his hand on your cheek and moved your face back in his direction. “Wait, you probably don’t wanna turn back around just yet. They’re still at it.”

You glanced over at the hand that caressed your cheek. His own eyes widened, and you could’ve sworn you saw him blush as he pulled away his hand.

“Sorry. Force of habit from the, uh..” He looked down momentarily before his warm, brown eyes were back on your own. He looked up just in time to see your eyes flicker down to his lips. It was a quick, subconscious movement, one he would’ve missed if he blinked at the wrong time. Something about the way you two looked at one another changed in that moment.

Most people who saw each other as just friends wouldn’t hold eye contact for as long as the two of you did. It was as if you both couldn’t look away; you were completely and utterly entranced by one another. A friend wouldn’t reach out to slowly tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, allowing his hand to linger. A friend wouldn’t caress your cheek so intimately, especially not with that look in his eyes. He licked his lips, desperately trying to distract them from the desire of kissing you. But god, you were making it so hard with that sweet little doe-eyed gaze you gave him. Despite your best efforts, you made it incredibly obvious that you yearned for him in the same way.

We’re just friends. The words kept repeating in your mind as a way to try to find the strength to pull away. Even if he didn’t make that clear earlier, Robin has been very explicit of her disapproval of anything more. We’re just friends. We’re just friends.

Oh, but if that were true, he wouldn’t be fixated on your lips, moving his hand from your cheek to lightly stroke them with his thumb. If that were true, you wouldn’t be tracing circles on his chest, feeling his heart all but pound it’s way out. He wouldn’t be leaning in as if you were a magnet and he were steal- a helpless moth drawn to a flame.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, so close you felt his breath dance across your upper lip.

You should’ve said no. You should’ve reminded him that Robin wouldn’t approve and that things would just get complicated if you crossed that line.

“Mm, that doesn’t seem very platonic,” You smiled, leaning in further to make sure your lips brushed against his as you spoke. He let out a breathy chuckle.

“Has anything we’ve done tonight seemed very platonic to you?” He closed his eyes as he teased your lips with his own before you finally caved in. Your hand wandered to the back of his head before pulling him in softly.

His lips responded instantly, almost eagerly, as they slowly moved in sync with yours. His other arm snaked around your waist and pulled you in as he deepened the kiss. Your fingers toyed with the bottom of his shirt, sending butterflies to your stomach as you touched his skin. His hair was softer than you imagined, as was his hip. You mindlessly and softly licked at his bottom lip, wanting more.

“Wait,” He said breathlessly. He readjusted your bodies so that you now laid on your back with him on top. He strategically placed a leg between your own as he left a trail of kisses from your collarbone to your ear. You threw your head back, moaning softly as he nibbled at your earlobe and you heard him let out another breathy chuckle. Your hands scratched gently up and down his clothed body, making his breath quiver as he pulled away.

He looked into your eyes for a moment with a soft smile, a look of passion that melted you to your core, before returning to your lips. This time with more hunger than before. He grinded the thigh he placed between your legs rhythmically as he continued to kiss you, only moving back down to your neck when you threw your head back again in ecstasy.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” You moaned.

“Say the word and I’ll stop,” He breathed between kisses.

“Fuck, I don’t think I want you to stop,” You admitted, rolling your hips against his leg.

“Then what do you want?” He asked, pulling away to look into your eyes.

“I want you,” You admitted, making him smile.

“Say it again,” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“I want you, Steve. I-“

“Hey, you guys still watching the movie?” You heard Robin call as the door upstairs opened. You both quickly jumped away from one another, fixing your hair and looking back at the movie as if nothing happened. You both watched as she walked down the stairs, smiling. “I convinced my mom to excuse me from the dinner to stay night with you, Y/N. I hope that’s okay.”

“Yeah! That’s fine,” You breathed. She frowned.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah! I just- I hate scary movies,” You chuckled nervously. “I think we left the snacks upstairs. I’m gonna go grab them.”

“I’ll help you!” Steve stood up.

“No, it’s okay. I got it,” You shook your head.

“I insist,” He said, already walking past you.

Robin narrowed her eyes but dismissed the conversation as you both made your way upstairs. You rounded the corner to the kitchen and turned to talk at the same time.

“That was-“

“Maybe we should-“

You both paused and laughed awkwardly.

“You go first,” He smiled, crossing his arms.

“That was stupid of us. We just got carried away in the moment without thinking about Robin. I don’t think she’d be thrilled to learn that..”

“That you want me?” He smirked, making you blush.

“Steve, I swear to God if you hold that over my head, or worse- if you tell Robin about what just happened, I’ll-“ You frowned, poking as his chest.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I swear I won’t ever bring it up again,” He laughed. “To you or to Robin. Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Thank you,” You smiled, sticking out your hand for him to shake. “So, friends?”

“Yeah, friends,” He placed his hand in yours and shook slowly. You both maintained eye contact before you realized you were falling back under the same spell. His eyes widened as he pulled his hand away. “Shit. Okay, if we don’t want that to happen again, maybe we shouldn’t.. touch.”

“Good idea,” You agreed, looking back at the snacks. He smiled softly at you. “Grab the Pepsi. I got the pizza. And stop looking at me like that.”

“How am I looking at you?” He laughed. You tilted your head with an unamused look.

“Like you wanna kiss me again.”

“But I do wanna kiss you again,” He sighed, grabbing the Pepsi as told. “Especially now that I know what you sound like when I kiss your neck. I can’t help but wonder what other noises I can make you-“

“Steve!” You blushed, feeling like someone kicked the air out of your lungs. “Cut it out! We literally just shook on being friends. Strictly platonic from here on out, got it?”

“Right,” He muttered with a smile as you walked past him towards the basements. “Because that worked out so well last time..”

Part two ->

[rafesproactiveprettygirl]

Maybe a little too much

warnings: smoking weed, cussing, sexual jokes/flirting, making out, fluff

summary: after your first time getting high you want to do it again with the one person you trust, jj maybank, but this time is different. there’s more tension between you two, will the weed give you the confidence you need to make a move on your best friend?

part two to “just a little”

part 1 || part 2

You had the worst day ever. Your girl-friends ditched you at lunch, your food was cold, the teachers called on you for the awnsers you didn’t know, and you haven’t completed that stupid essay yet. You really needed to relax, and you really wanted to see JJ. After school you found Kiara, JJ, John B, Sarah and Pope waiting for you in your usual spot.

John B was leaning against the hood of the Twinkie and Sarah’s arms were wrapped around his neck, their lips just inches apart. Pope and Kiara were arguing about wether Pluto was a planet or not, and JJ was smirking as he watched them, hands gripping the straps of his backpack. You smiled as you walked up to the group.

Sarah saw you first and let go of John B to give you a tight hug around the neck. “Wait to go Y/N, worlds biggest cock-block.” John B joked with a smile before pulling Sarah back to him. Sarah and you both giggled before you shrugged. “Not my fault your girlfriend likes me more.”

“Yeah but no one likes you as much as me.” You heard JJ’s voice from behind you. He grabbed your backpack and pulled you into his chest, his breath against your neck. You giggled as you hugged his arms that clinged to your neck. “Hi J.” You say with a smile. “Hi sweetheart.”

“You guys ready to go?” Kiara asked, hitting the top of the Twinkie. You all nodded and got into the car. John B drove, Sarah was the passenger princess, Pope and Kiara took the two seats behind Sarah and John B, and JJ took the last one in front of them. He pulled you into his lap crossed the buckle over your chest.

This wasn’t unusual for you two. There wasn’t enough seats in the Twinkie so someone often had to sit in someone else’s lap. Most the time it was you and JJ, neither of you mind, though it always surprised you how the seatbelt could go over you both.

“Is it too tight?” He asked. You shook your head as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you firmly in his lap. The car ride was silent between you and JJ. And he noticed something was off because usually you’d be sharing a conversation with him or the others.

He waited until the other four were arguing about something, so it was decently loud, and he leaned into your ear. You shivered when you felt his warm breath against your neck. “You okay? You’ve been quite this whole ride.”

You nodded before turning slightly to look at him. “Just had a rough day, J.” His eyes immediately softened as he moved his hand to caress yours. “I’m sorry baby, is there anything I can do to make it better?” He asked softly, just above a whisper. You smiled to yourself, knowing exactly what he can do.

“Get high with me?” You asked. He laughed loudly causing the others to turn their heads to you two, but they figured it was nothing and went back to their regular conversation. “You tried it once and you want more?”

“Pleeeease? It will be my two favorite things with me. You and weed.” He nodded softly and pat your thigh. “Alright, i’ll see what I can do.” You smiled and leaned more into him, slowly closing your eyes as you waited to arrive home.

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Once we got to the chateau everyone unbuckled and started getting out. Once Pope and Kie were out and heading towards the house JJ tapped your thigh and motioned for you to get up. You stood as much as you could and let him slip out from behind you. He pushed you back into the seat and said he’d be back.

He went inside with everyone else and quickly informed John B you two were going to smoke.

“What are you doing to her JJ?” John B joked with a laugh. JJ threw his hands up in a laugh. “Nothing man, she keeps coming to me, and who am I to deny her? Wouldn’t be very gentleman like of me would it?”

“Whatever man, just be safe.”

“I’ll be so safe.”

He finally left the chateau coming back with a blunt and a lighter. He got inside the Twinkie to see you looking at the window towards the water, admiring way the moon shined down on the water. He smiled towards you and shut the door which caught your attention.

“You got it!” You cheered as he sat on the floor of the Twinkie. “I got it.” He nodded. He pat the floor next to him and you joined him. He lit it and took the first hit. You bit your lip in anticipation and he handed it to you. “Alright calm down. Your like a puppy begging for food.” He chuckled. “Remember what I said? About it burning a little?” You nodded. “I remember J.”

“Kay, then go ahead baby.”

You slowly took a hit, you held it for longer this time, and it didn’t burn as much, but still enough to make you cough. You coughed for a minute hit didn’t need any water. “You’re getting better at this sweeheart, good job. There you go.” He said as he pat your back. You nodded, before he could take the blunt back you took another hit, taking your time blowing it out. This time you didn’t cough.

He took it back and hit it as well, blowing the smoke in the air. You felt the same effects as last time, but they were heavier since you took more. You yawned and stretched your legs out. “Wanna talk about it?” You looked at him before shrugging. “Not much to talk about. Teachers being annoying, not having anyone to sit with at lunch, and I still haven’t finished that stupid paper.”

He rubbed your arm and shoulders softly. “It’s okay Y/N, i’m sure Kie wouldn’t mind helping you. You know she’s interested in that stuff. Talks about it every damn day.” He laughs shaking his head and taking another hit. As he blew out the smoke you remembered something your friends had told you in class.

“Hey J?”

“What’s up?”

“What’s, shot-gunning?” You said slowly, making sure you were saying it right. “Shotgunning? Like with beer?” You shook your head. “No like, with the smoke.” You said nodding your head towards the blunt. “Some of my friends were talking about how you can shotgun with smoke.”

He made an “O” shape with his mouth, if realization. “Oh yeah, their talking about when one person blows the smoke into another persons mouth.” You cocked your head in confusion, how would that work? He seemed to have read your mind as he continued to explain. “Basically one person hits this,” He said waving the blunt in the air. “And they inhale it like normal. But instead of blowing the smoke into they air, they blow it into the other persons mouth and they inhale it as well. Then they blow it out.”

Without hesitation you asked, “Can we try?” It seemed like such an intimate thing. Maybe the weed had gotten into your head. But JJ couldn’t say no, not with the way it intrigued you. “Sure baby, come here.” He said patting his thigh. You moved over to him and he pulled you to straddle his lap. You blushed at the position, you’ve sat in JJ’s lap countless of times, but you’ve never straddled him.

Once in position you looked up at him as his hand gripped your waist softly, he took a long hit and inhaled it. As he inhaled he moved his hand to cup your jaw firmly and bring you closer to him. There was no denying you were red as a tomato. You’ve had a crush on JJ for the longest time, but you’ve never felt as if he may have felt the same. He’d always considered you a friend.

He tapped your chin twice, signaling for you to open your mouth. You did and he leaned forward. His lips brushed against yours as he blew the smoke into your mouth. You inhaled the smoke into your own lungs, but you were so captivated in how soft his lips caressed yours that you held it in for too long causing you to have a coughing fit.

JJ immediately set the blunt down and cursed himself for not bringing a water bottle. He brought you closer to him as he stroked your hair and pat your back. “You’re okay baby, just breathe a bit.” You finally stopped coughing and pulled back to wipe the little bit of spit on your lips. “Why’d you hold in for so long?” He asked, concern lacing his voice as he stroked your cheek to calm you.

“Sorry J, I-uhm, got distracted.” He chuckled softly. “What distracted you?” You shook your head softly before mumbling. “Nothing J.” You ducked your head down, looking at anything but JJ’s eyes. He tilted your head up to look at him, but you could only look at his lips. You wanted so badly to mold your with his. You wanted to feel his lips on yours 100%, not just a little touch.

“Hey what’s wrong? Talk to me.” You swallowed harshly before taking a deep breathe. If you weren’t high before you we’re definitely high now, and you suddenly had a burst of confidence. “Canikissyou?” You blurred out. He laughed and furrowed his brows. “Say that one more time.”

“Can I kiss you?” You both froze, you out of fear and his out of shock. He felt his cheeks heating up. No, he couldn’t be hearing you right. You? Wanted to kiss JJ? Surely not. He had been 100% sure you saw him as nothing more than a friend. He patted your thigh, “Okay I think we had a little too much to smoke.” He laughed sadly. He tried to get you off but you stopped him.

“No J, i’m serious. I’ve wanted to for a long time, promise.” He scanned your face for any sigh that you were fucking him. He couldn’t find any. He was shocked, he had been in love with you for so long to the point it physically hurt when you weren’t with him every second of every day. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” You started. “I just-“

He cut you off by grabbing your cheeks and smashing your lips into him. For a minute you froze, but your eyes quickly fluttered shut as your hands moved to his lower stomach for support and your lips moved in sync. It was the definition of fireworks, your lips fit perfectly together, like the right pieces of a puzzle. He kiss continued for a while, it started soft, then quickly got hot.

His hands found your hips, bringing you closer. Your hands went to each sides of his neck as you began finding it hard to breathe. You both pulled back but it wasn’t long before you were both back on each other. Not long after you heard cheers and whoops from inside the chateau and you both pulled back to look.

Sarah was watching happily from the window with a big smile plastered across her face. John B yelled, “Finally!” As Pope told Kie, “You owe me 40!”

You and JJ both laugh before turning back to each other. You quickly found his eyes. “Is everything you said true? About how you wanted this for a long time?”

You nodded. “Since day one, JJ.”

He smiled brightly before giving you another quick peck. “Then you have a lot of time to make up for.”

“Better get started then huh?” You joked before your mouths collided again.

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[munson-blurbs]

Take Me Higher (Older!Single Dad!Argyle x Babysitter!Reader)

Collaboration with @hxllfired and @corroded-hellfire 💚

Summary: Argyle hired you to babysit his son, but what happens when you and Argyle share a joint after work hours? Is your attraction to the sexy stoner reciprocated?

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (m! and f! receiving), fingering, protected p in v, drug use (weed only), slight age gap (5-7 years; Argyle and Reader are both over 18)

WC: 4k

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“Alej, time to get ready for bed!” you call out, washing up the last of the dinner dishes. The little boy looks over at you from the sofa, dark brown eyes wide and lower lip jutting out in a pout.

“Five more minutes?” he asks. “I wanna read one more book!”

You shake your head and give a small laugh. “That’s what you said ten minutes ago,” you remind him. It would be too easy to give in and let him read until he falls asleep, but you know his dad would not appreciate it. “C’mon, you can show me those new Thomas the Train pajamas you were telling me about!”

Alej’s demeanor shifts to pure excitement, and he bolts into his room to change. He’s a great kid; incredibly smart and thoughtful for a six-year-old. It’s part of the reason why you love babysitting him.

It also doesn’t hurt that his dad is absolutely gorgeous, with long, raven-black hair, the sweetest smile, and the kindest heart. Insisting you call him Argyle, treating you like part of the family, always paying you for an extra full hour, even if he only ran ten minutes late. He smells faintly of weed and a musky cologne, and damn, do you want him bad.

You get Alej to bed and settle in on the couch and put on the TV, just in time to catch the newest episode of Friends. 

The door opens slowly, and your heart thumps as Argyle walks in. He’s got some flour smudged on his cheeks and forearms, and he looks exhausted. 

“Hi,” you greet him, managing a nervous smile. “Tough day at the office?”

He nods. “Three of my cooks called out, so I had to step in and help make pizzas. Haven’t done that shit in years.” 

“Nice of you to do that, though. Must be why all your employees love you.” Wait a second—are you technically an employee? You do work for him, just not at Surfer Boy. You feel your cheeks grow warm at the implication. 

Argyle just chuckles, reaching into his wallet and pulling out a ten dollar bill. “Shit, I thought I had a twenty in here.” He frowns and rummages through his pockets, only pulling out some loose change and a neatly-wrapped joint. 

“Sorry, that’s, uh, for later,” he mutters. “Takes the edge off a little, y’know?”

“You can smoke it now,” you shrug. “Alej’s sleeping, so…”

He fidgets with the joint, contemplating. “This might not be, like, professional or whatever, but d’you wanna join me?”

“Y-Yeah,” you stammer. It certainly won’t be your first time smoking weed, but you’ve never gotten high with him before. What if I say something stupid, or I can’t stop giggling like an idiot? you worry, but you follow him out to the small balcony outside the apartment. 

Flicking on the lighter, Argyle takes a big hit, visibly relaxing on the exhale. He passes to you, and you say a silent prayer that you don’t choke in front of him. 

“Classes are out for the semester?” he asks. 

“Mhm,” you answer before taking a second hit and handing the joint back to him. “Then I’ve just got one semester left.”

“That’s fuckin’ awesome!” His smile sets you alight. “You wanna be a teacher, right?”

“That’s the plan.” And maybe it’s the two hits already going to your head, but you find yourself plucking the joint from between his lips and placing it between your own, grinning smugly at his shocked expression. 

“Wow,” Argyle says, feigning annoyance. “Here I am, sharing my favorite strain with you, and this is the kind of treatment I receive?” His joke makes you giggle, and you start coughing on the smoke. “That’s what you get,” he teases, stealing it right back and taking another hit. 

“Alej can’t stop talkin’ about you, by the way,” he confesses. “Says you’re the best babysitter ever.”

You beam proudly at the praise. “He’s honestly such a great kid. The most trouble he ever gives me is when he wants to stay up late to read.” You laugh. “I mean, what first-grader does that?”

Argyle shakes his head. “I dunno, man.” He looks so beautiful in the moonlight; you just want to kiss him. “I try to read to him all the time. Didn’t really have that growin’ up, and school wasn’t my thing. Teachers just kinda wrote me off as some dumb kid; didn’t even bother to pronounce my name right. That’s how I ended up with this nickname.” He laughs at your confused expression. “Don’t tell me you thought that ‘Argyle’ is my real name!”

“Well, you never told me otherwise!” you point out. “What is it, then?”

“Alejandro; just like Alej’s,” he says softly. “Had this teacher in fifth grade—Mrs. Young, which was funny, ‘cause she was really fuckin’ old—and she took one look at my name on the roster and pronounced it ‘Argyle.’ Next thing I knew, everyone was calling me that.”

You look at him, right in his deep brown eyes. “Do you want me to call you ‘Alejandro’?”

“Nah, man. ‘Argyle’ kinda fits me at this point. I just never want Alej to experience that. I always tell him to correct people if they say his name wrong.” He takes a long hit before admitting, “His mom wanted to give him an American name so he could ‘fit in,’ or whatever. Should’ve known she wasn’t for me right then and there. I mean, who wants to just, like, keep shit status quo?”

“Sounds boring,” you agree, voice barely above a whisper. “And you’re really…unique.” You blush as you say it. “I mean that in a good way, I promise.”

“Y’really think so?” he questions, repositioning himself slightly so he’s looking directly at you. “I feel like, ever since I had Alej–and I fuckin’ love that kid, don’t get me wrong–but I’m not as fun or interesting as I used to be.” He looks at the joint in his hand. “Like, I would smoke two of these and then party my ass off. Now I take a coupla hits and go to bed. Make sure I’m not too high in case Alej needs me.”

Your heart sinks at his admission. “Argyle, that’s not boring. That’s being a great dad. It’s why Alej’s so wonderful–because you’re raising him.” You scoot closer, letting your fingers rest on top of his. 

“Did I ever tell you how I got this scar?” he blurts out, motioning to the discoloration above his eyebrow. You shake your head, and he presses on. “My friend Jonathan and I were super high, and we got a hold of some BB guns. They weren’t mine, they weren’t his, but somehow, we had ‘em in our hands.” He gives a small laugh. “And I shot mine off, which scared him, and then he pulled his trigger, and it hit me…right there.”

“You could’ve gone blind!” you gasp, leaning in to get a better look. Instinctively, you run your thumb over the scar, and you feel him shiver at your touch.

“Yeah…we never let him near a weapon again. Not even a water gun.” 

“Don’t blame you,” you muse, “you’ve got really nice eyes.” Shit, did you just say that?

But Argyle’s too focused on your lips to notice your embarrassment. “You’ve got really nice…everything.” He brings his face to yours, cupping your cheek with his strong hand and kissing you gently. You feel the electricity flowing between you before he pulls away suddenly.

“Sorry…I shouldn’t have done that,” he mumbles. “You’re my kid’s babysitter. Wouldn’t be right.”

“No, no, I…I really liked that,” you say reassuringly. “I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile, actually.” Maybe even do more than that, you think to yourself. You beam at him, willing him to kiss you again.

A small voice stops both of you in your tracks. “Daddy? You’re home!”

“Alej, what are you doing up? You’re supposed to be in bed!” Argyle rubs his face in annoyance. “C’mon, go back to your room, little dude.”

“But I’m thirsty,” Alej whines. 

“I’ll grab him some water,” you say, putting your hand on Argyle’s arm. You only rest it there for a second before you realize what you’re doing. You watch Argyle try to inconspicuously adjust himself in his pants as you head inside. 

You hand Alej the glass of water, and he accepts it gratefully, gulping down half of it. “Go say good night to your dad and head back to bed, big guy,” you say kindly. He looks up at you, offering a gap-toothed smile before he dashes off to hug Argyle, water nearly sloshing over the top of the glass. 

“Thanks, buddy,” Argyle murmurs, squeezing his son tight and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Get some rest, okay?” Alej nods, running back toward you.

“Careful with the–” you start, but it’s too late. Alej stumbles over his feet, catching his balance before he falls, but not before spilling the water all over your white shirt.

“Sh–sugar!” you cry out, and the boy bursts into tears. “It’s okay, Alej,” you crouch down, pulling the wet fabric away from your skin. “This is just why we have to be safe and walk in the house, especially when we’re holding things.” You wipe the tears from his cheeks. 

Argyle runs over to you. “Let me put him back to bed, and I’ll grab you a shirt to change into.” You start to protest, about to tell him that you can just head home, but he’s already scooped his son into his arms. He’s left the joint in the ashtray, but it’s still lit, and you take another quick puff. The high really hits you, leaving you slightly dizzy and more than a little giggly.

You’re daydreaming when Argyle comes back into the kitchen, clutching a Grateful Dead t-shirt. “This’ll do the trick,” he says, tossing it to you. “You can just throw yours in the dryer; y’shouldn’t drive while you’re this high, anyway, so you might as well stick around.”

Without thinking, you pull your damp shirt over your head, giving him a glimpse of your white lace bra. You shimmy into his shirt, glancing down as you smooth the logo over your torso. “How do I look?” you ask, giving a little twirl.

“Really, really good,” he breathes, stepping towards you and gripping your waist. “Did…did you mean what you said about wanting to kiss me?”

You nod, placing your palm flush against his chest. “Is Alej asleep?” you whisper, using your free hand to play with his hair.

“Out like a light,” he confirms, a smirk growing on his face. With that, you kiss him, much harder than the first time. You let out a small moan as his tongue grazes yours, and he hooks a finger around your belt loop as he pulls you even closer. He tastes like pineapple and the pot you’ve shared. You give his plush bottom lip a small bite as you part.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “You’re not the only one who’s thought about this, and it’s even better than I’d imagined.”

“And what exactly did you imagine?” you ask salaciously, brushing his hair off of his neck and standing on your tiptoes to suck a bruise into it. 

“Wanna make you feel good…want you to make me feel good,” he tells you before kissing you again, lifting you so you can wrap your legs around his waist. He positions his hands under your ass and grabs it harshly. 

“Your room,” you choke out, and he all but sprints there, sitting on the bed so you’re straddling his lap. You can feel his hardened length underneath you, and you grind down on it, desperate for the friction against your clothed pussy. 

Argyle brings his lips to your ear, nibbling on the lobe as he whispers, “We have to be quiet, okay?” You nod, tugging his shirt over his head, and he does the same with yours—well, technically, it’s also his. 

You whimper as he trails his lips between your breasts, skillfully unhooking your bra with one hand. He brings his lips to your nipples, sucking on them as they harden in his mouth. 

“Your body is so fuckin’ perfect,” he says breathlessly, unbuttoning your jeans and helping you out of them. “Always felt kinda bad thinkin’ about this.”

“Don’t,” you tell him, repositioning yourself so one thigh is on either side of his hips. “I thought about it, too.” You unbuckle his belt and he shucks off his pants, using his feet to pull them down his ankles until they hit the floor. “So…many…times.” With that, you bring yourself to your knees and practically tear off his boxers, watching as his thick cock thwacks against his stomach.

You flatten your tongue, licking up his shaft, swirling around the tip and lapping up a pearly bead of pre-cum. He groans as you dig your nails into his thighs, leaving half-moons in your wake. 

“Need more?” you tease, gasping as he threads his fingers through your hair and brings you closer to his length. You wrap your lips around it and take him in. Argyle helps you find a rhythm, gently moving your head without being forceful.

“That’s s-so good,” he stutters, inhaling sharply as you quicken your pace. You have every intention of letting him finish, hollowing your cheeks as you suck harder, but he pulls out of your mouth with a pop.

“You can…I don’t mind,” you start, but he shakes his head.

“Not before I get you off,” he growls, helping you off the ground and onto the bed. You lay back as he reaches over to his nightstand and grabs a hair tie, pulling his hair into a low ponytail. “Let me take care of you, baby.” He parts your thighs and licks a stripe along your folds, pressing his tongue against your wet cunt. 

“Argyle, r-right there,” you moan as he begins his assault on your clit, humming and sending vibrations that you felt . He makes no attempt to silence the filthy wet noises emitting as he ravishes your pussy. 

The noises you make even surprise you, small squeaks and whines egging him on. You had fantasies about this, imagining Argyle, yes, but finding someone who can make you turn into mush before you’ve even cum. “Holy shit,” your breath hitches again when he teases a finger around your opening, that small sensation emphasizing and intensifying what he is doing to you. 

“Just like that,” you breathe out, “fuck.” 

Your hands begin to reach around desperately for something to grab, first the sheets, then a pillow. It wasn’t enough. It was like you were floating away and needed something to keep you here. Argyle is quick to react, his eyes hungry on you the whole time. He takes your hand into his tightly as the other slowly pushes a finger into you, then twists upwards toward that oh so special spot, and you are quick to realize that you never made yourself feel this good. You swear you hear him grinning against you when you react with an involuntary shake of your legs. 

He can admit everything for him has been pretty vanilla until this, and you have never been one to sleep with an employer, per say. But the way his second finger slips in and gives that incredible pressure building along with that persistent tongue on your clit is enough to make you moan, a little louder than intended, and then there’s a sharp pain on your thigh. 

“Did you just slap me?” You ask breathlessly once you brace yourself on your elbows to see him, a fucked out smirk on your flushed face. 

“Yes. Be - a good - girl.” He spoke through gritted teeth, and a smile peeked through matching yours. “My kiddo is in the next room. So be quiet so I can make you fucking cum.” 

You nod quickly, only to throw your head back when he wastes no more time, continuing his agonizing quick movements — you feel yourself tightening up, and you look at him again, pouting as your orgasm approaches, and he knows. He can feel it. 

“That’s it, baby.” He praises, and it forces another desperate mewl from you. “Please-“ you whimper, squeezing his hand harder as you feel yourself teetering over the edge. 

“That’s it, that’s it, that’s it,” he chants against you as you fall onto your back again. He lets go of your hand to steady you as your thighs begin shaking. You’re practically seeing stars as you cum, trying to keep your voice down as you muffle his name like a prayer into your own hands.

“Such a good girl,” Argyle muses as he clambors back onto the bed. His finger is still gently thrusting into you still, and you’re so wet you can hear it. “Can you give me one more? One more on my cock, beautiful? Please?” His head cocked to the side coyly as he watched your aftershocks linger with his agonizing movements. He was seemingly mocking you, and you loved it. 

“Mhm,” your sweet, whiny voice breaks as you hold eye contact. This was a game two could play. You’re still coming down from your orgasm, and he’s still teasing you with that fucking finger, your pussy greedily sucking him in. He leans in, his eyes studying your face sincerely. The change in his expression adamant he was checking in, and you nod. “I’ll do anything you want, just stop teasing me and fuck me already.” 

“You and your fuckin’ dirty talk ‘s gonna kill me,” he couldn’t help but to grin like a sex crazed teenager, but it was endearing. He pulls his hand away from you and brings it to his lips, as if it would be the last taste of you he had. 

He kisses you again, and you lean up into him with a whole other level of desperation, mumbling against his lips about a condom. Argyle tries not to break your kiss, but as he fumbles around blindly for the foil packet in his nightstand he’s forced to pull away. “Yeah,” he‘s breathless, and you watch him bring the wrapper to his teeth and rip it open effortlessly. 

Argyle does not hesitate one bit as he places the rubber over his mushroom tip, and you’re nearly drooling at the thought of it stretching you, filling you up entirely. But his hands distract you, notably shaking. You don’t know whether or not he’s nervous, or eager to do this with you. 

“Argyle,” your voice is back to a soft normalcy, and he looks at you. Is he nervous? With you?

Taking initiative, your dainty hands help him roll the condom down his cock, and he watches as you take your bottom lip between your teeth. “There,” you say as you lean into him again, lips brushing but not quite a kiss yet. 

Argyle's hands hold your waist, taking note of how your curves are a perfect fit for his hands. “Thank you.” He trails kisses along your collarbone. “One kid is enough for now.”

“Yeah, no babies,” you confirm, licking your lips and tilting your head back. 

“Mhm,”

The small talk seems to loosen him up a bit more. He’s trying to maneuver you onto your back but you are persistent to take control for now. “I want to ride you, can I please ride you?” you ask him, and Argyle swears that pout of yours would surely be the end of him. 

He takes your face in his hands, and your hands press onto his chest to push his back against the wall. You can still taste your slick on his mouth as you lean down to kiss him, and Argyle's fingers are digging into the flesh on your back. 

“Yeah?” He breathes. “Does the sweet, innocent babysitter want her payment now?” His words encourage you as you straddle him, making sure he can see your eager nod. He’s watching you as you’re desperately trying to line him up with your entrance — you don’t think you can last another second without him inside you. 

“Take your payment baby, take it and then some. You’re such a good babysitter.” 

The room becomes significantly quieter once you slowly push down onto him, your synchronized heavy breathing suddenly halts as you both take in the pleasure emitting from your connected bodies. “Fuck,” he groans first, his voice trailing as he breaks the silence. You’re feeling too much to even speak, your head thrown back and your arms wrapped lazily around his shoulders. You don’t move for a few moments, adjusting to his girth. 

“Stay with me baby girl,” his hands move to your face, bringing you to look at him as he pushes your hair back. “Gorgeous, you’d better start moving or I’ll-“ 

He’s cut off, jaw dropping when you slowly lift yourself up, and you’re quick to find a steady pace. Argyle's hands move to your hips quickly, firmly holding them as you both maneuver your bodies for the perfect angle. It doesn’t take you long, once he’s there you cannot hold back the erotic moan to apprise Argyle to stay right there.

“Oh, princess,” he goads you, “that feels good, yeah?” When you don’t answer, too blissed out and drunk on his cock, he brings his voice back to its usual register. “Really, is this okay?” It’s oddly sexy; hearing his genuine concern for your pleasure turns you on even more. 

You rock your hips, rubbing your clit against the thatch of curly brown hair at his base as you take him in deeper. “M-more than okay. ‘S too fucking amazing, holy shit.” 

Argyle’s big hands knead the fat of your ass, giving you leverage to ride him. You bring yourself up so he’s almost fully out of you before bouncing back down, watching his eyes roll back as you repeat the movement over and over. 

“I’m not gonna last if you keep doin’ that,” he groans. You can feel his dick twitching inside you. 

“Maybe that’s what I want.” You keep your tone salacious as you taunt him. “Maybe I want to make you cum harder than you’ve ever cum in your life.” 

He bites his lower lip as he thrusts into you, hitting every inch of your velvety walls. “Fuck, baby, ‘m cumming for you,” he pants. “Want—need—you to cum with me. B-Be a good girl and cum all over my cock.”

Your orgasm washes over you as a string of swears leaves your lips. “Fuck—Argyle, I’m cumming. I’m fucking cumming all over you, all ‘cuz of you. Filled me up so damn good.” Your fingernails leave marks along his chest as you claw at it. 

With a low grunt and a final piston of his hips, Argyle spills into the condom. “Goddamn,” he whispers, slowly pulling out of you. “Best I ever had, I fuckin’ swear.”

You preen at his praise. “I’ve never cum like that before,” you tell him shyly. I just fucked my boss. Suddenly all-too aware of your own nudity, you scramble for your shirt.

And that’s when you realize. 

“Argyle!” you hiss. 

“Everything okay, baby?” he calls from the bathroom. Baby. He’s still calling you baby. 

“I, um, forgot to put my shirt in the dryer,” you murmur, embarrassed by your mistake. “I can just bring it home with me; hang it up to dry or something.” You chew on the inside of your cheek. “Unless you have another half hour to kill?”

Argyle exhales, grinning widely. “Give me two minutes, yeah?” But you can already see him beginning to grow harder. “Good babysitters like you deserve a tip.”

--

[enviedear]

neighbor!ben solo fic coming your way soon <3 lmk what you think because i can't stop thinking about all the neighbor!ben hc's i've created in my mind.

snippet under the cut / warnings for drug usage (weed)

you take the joint from him, stealing another hit before replying, "you just have a lot of suits. i wonder if you own anything besides them. i've never seen you in anything but."

"is this one of your long-winded jokes?" he briefly closes his eyes, but you can see them roll through his lids, "because if so, i'll kick you out. i won't hesitate to send you back to your house, neighbor."

snorting, you take another hit of the joint, "i did see something i liked, actually." you confess, your drugged mind deciding to be just a bit genuine.

he hums, "really? i've never seen you in a suit."

the sentence sounds stupid coming out of ben's mouth, but you chalk it up to his tipsy state, "maybe one day you will."

your reply sounds equally as dumb, but you feel good, and you're actually having a conversation with ben. one that doesn't involve him undermining you or snickering at what you're saying.

"really? wanna try mine on?" ben is smirking, eyes narrow and burning red.

you give him a ditzy look, joint still dangling from your fingers, "whatever, solo."

ben lets out a genuine giggle at that and in your inebriated state, you let yourself smile at the sound. his dimples are on full display as he leans further into his cushioned headboard, eyes glazed and pointed at you, "i'll pay, if you do."

his face is gentle, almost inviting, but the words that tumble out of his mouth sound murky— riddled with a slight hint of hunger. for what exactly? you're not sure.

your lips contort into a frown before you reply, "you'll pay me to put on your clothes? god, ben how much did you smoke?"

you mean for your words to come off as a joke, easy and light. instead, it comes out as timid and shy. you'd normally feel a tinge of embarrassment but either the drug or ben's starved stare makes the would-be feeling detach from your mind.

"enough." he shrugs, answering your rhetorical question, "i've got five hundred in my wallet right now," he pauses, leaning over to you and grabbing the joint, fingers brushing against yours, "and i want a show."

[eddiemunching]

Stick Around (Part 2) - Eddie x Reader

I am sorry I decided to split it up into another part but I’m busier than expected and would rather give some parts than make you guys wait longer.

“It’s not like you won’t be seeing me like this anyway.” You shrugged.

“So tell me.” He started, a mischievous glint in his eye. “What are we doing in the future that requires minimal clothes?”

“Many, many things.” You laughed. “Like saving a freezing girl from looking like a drowned rat.”

“You’re too pretty to be called a rat.” He butted in, how eyes lingering on the sight of you in his clothes. The shirt seemingly too big and the boxers hugging your ass a little too tight due to the lingering wetness from the rain.

“Okay but Robin would call me a rat in two seconds.” You said, completely brushing past Eddie’s comments. “Why don’t you two ever smoke together. You’re like the biggest stoners I know.”

“She’s not you.” Eddie said a little too quickly. “What I mean is, she’s not as fun and I don’t really know her.”

“Well if you don’t know her, how do you know she’s not as fun?” You began. “I should organize a group hangout!”

“God, you are clueless.” Eddie sighed.

“What?” You turn to face Eddie, a puzzled expression evident.

Eddie walked closer to you, holding strong eye contact. His brown eyes looking down upon you with a gentleness behind them. “You really don’t know?”

“Know what?” You stared up at him. “Are you mad at me? I can go check if my mom is home and be out of your way. I guess it was stupid of me to assume I could be here. I’m so sorry.”

“Stop rambling.” Eddie pushed a finger to your lips, pressing it lightly. “I couldn’t be mad at you.”

“But-“ before you could continue, Eddie was pressing his lips against yours. They were soft and had a hint of strawberry. Despite being caught off guard, you lean into him, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and deepening the kiss. Eddie got the same idea and placed his hands on your waist, being careful to not go far enough down to upset you.

Pulling apart to breathe, you giggle softer to yourself, avoiding Eddie’s eyes.

“Hi.” Eddie says quietly into your lips, noses brushing against each other.

“Hi.” You reply back, smiling and still very much giggling to yourself. “So that’s what all the cheap weed was about. You are so slick Eddie Munson.”

“It took you long enough.” He whispered into your forehead before kissing it. “I called you pretty straight to your face!”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you lose balance and end up falling into Eddie — and perhaps, for him. The fall causes you and Eddie to end up sprawled on the couch, Eddie hovering above you with an unfamiliar look in his eyes.

“I guess I found my bed for the night.” You joke, attempting to move Eddie from this current position.

“You are not sleeping on a couch.” Eddie demanded. “You can sleep in my bed and I’ll take the floor.”

“I can’t let you do that. I can just go back to my house.” You began, feeling bad for kicking Eddie out of his own bed for your own stupidity.

“No.” Was all Eddie could say.

-

It must’ve been around 2am when you woke up. Rain was still pouring outside, evident by the constant pattering on the rooftop of Eddie’s trailer. You couldn’t sleep at all. Unaware if it was due to the unfamiliarity of Eddie’s bed or the fact that you two had just kissed hours before with no conversation to indicate what was next for your friendship.

There was a soft snore emanating from a dark corner spot on the floor where Eddie fell asleep hours ago.

Before you could even stop yourself, you call out to Eddie “Eds?” You test to see if he could hear you. “Eddie?”

You hear a grumble before a croaky voice responds. “What’s wrong?” He shoots up, looking around to identify the problem.

“I can’t sleep.” You sigh, feeling anxious for waking Eddie up for such a minuscule issue. “Can you please get in the bed with me. I feel too bad that you’re on the uncomfortable floor.”

“I’d thought you’d never ask.”

If anyone wants to be apart of a tag list let me know! I haven’t done it for this part because it was not the smut I promised, sorry!

[rxdidz]

higher than the clouds with your girlfriend robin buckley.

★ robin buckley x reader one shot and hcs

★ summary: you and robin are bored, wanting to be stupid teens and lucky for you, you two know the best dealer in hawkins.

wrote this while stoned be proud

“hey eddie.”

“y/n? you okay you never call this late.” eddie yawned, the clock showed 1:21am.

“yeah um, can me and robin like bike to your place and pick something up?”

“pick what up? did you two leave something here?” he said tiredly.

“weed.”

it was silent for a second. “okay.. you and robin? robin buckley and y/n l/n want devils lettuce?”

“yes munson would you hurry and tell us we aren’t getting any younger here.” robin said into the phone.

“alright alrght, meet me outside.”

you and robin jumped off your bikes, walking over to eddie’s trailer.

he turned, his eyes droopy. “you guys weren’t joking? you actually want some?” he grinned.

“shut up, just give it to us.” robin said annoyed.

“okay. no need to be harsh. 20$.”

“oh that’s what we forgot to tell you.” you sucked in though your teeth, looking at robin. her looking back at you.

“tell me what?”

“i think we, as your best friends get a 100% off discount, 20$ isn’t a big deal y’know.” robin grinned.

“and we have no money but we really want to try it so do it for our experience.” you smiled.

he rubbed his eyes, sighing. “you guys continue to manipulate me.” he threw the bag to robin, her barely catching it.

“i don’t feel it, do you?”

“i can’t tell.”

“loads of people don’t get affected by weed, usually they’re more calm. that’s probably us.”

no it’s not us ☹️

robin gets so talkative like so much more it’s so funny. talking about animals, homophobia, and food in the same sentence bro

freaked out because she felt like she was dreaming at first 😭

PUT HER HAND ON TOU TO MAKE SURE YOU WERE REAL

she’s in her own world.

giggling about the most random things with her

like why are you laughing at my window?? 😭

she doesn’t get munchies but once she had food it tastes 10x better and she’s telling you how good it is

“y/n im not even kidding this peanut butter and jelly sandwich is so good i would 10/10 smash this if i could. do you want a bite? it feels weird like it’s sweeter and its taking longer for me to chew.”

gets up and starts cleaning your room hello

she’s whispering the whole time like your parents aren’t out for the night

LAYING on top of you and kissing your face the whole time, saying she loves you more than you and has to explain what she said (it didn’t make sense but you acted like it did) 🙁

“y/n i feel so weird. it’s waring off .” she whispers, still laying on you.

“robin i feel weird too.” you tried not to laugh as she zoned out, looking at the wall.

she’s so amazed once the sun came up.

you two stared at the sunrise in silence for at least 10 minutes

“i love sunsets they’re so pretty.” you said staring off into the sky.

“just like you.” she said smiling like a idiot.

you cringed at her pick up line and kissed her cheek. “weirdo.”