Nothing Going On In My Head At The Moment But Boxer!bucky😮‍💨

SEX, DRUGS, AND ROCK. + EDDIE MUNSON

m.list / nav. / kofi. / discord. summary. you devise a plan to confess your feelings for your best friend Eddie, and things quickly escalate beyond your expectations. author’s note. just started watching S4 and haven’t even finished it, already drooling over Eddie. ya’ll know I love my awkward men with long hair my god he is so fine. everyone thank Bee below for proofreading <3

[ ❥ ] pairing. eddie munson x reader

[❥]wordcount. 3.3k

[ ❥ ] genre. 18+, pwp

[❥]warnings.no S4 spoilers, best friends to lovers, language, mature theme, slight drug usage, pet names, begging, body worship, whimpering, oral (f), thigh fetish, boob sucking, save a horse ride a cowboy, bottom eddie, slight sub/dom, protected sex, me not knowing how DND works

You and Eddie had been friends since the start of high school. You were there for the weird shaved head phase and stood directly right next to him the moment he developed his everlasting smitten crush on Chrissy Cunningham. Alas, you were the first girl to ever actually talk to him, the first friend, and at the moment, his only best friend.

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i got a goth gf (and she’s hotter than hell) :: e.m.

summary: eddie munson is head over heels for the new girl. how could he not be when she was even more metal than him?

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, swears, goth kid bullying, non supernatural au

word count: 736

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SPOTTED — japan's favorite bachelors geto suguru & gojo satoru leaving japan's hottest nightclub with the prime minister daughter [y/n]. did no one tell daddy's little princess how deadly them two can get when they're together?

— geto suguru x prime minister daughter!reader x gojo satoru ( fem reader, her/she pronouns, threesome, himbo!gojo, stoner!geto, mentioned poly relationship, double penetration, pet names [doll, babygirl] , drug usage, slight humor )

theme song — i didn't change my number, billie eilish

XOXO, GOSSIP GIRL MASTERLIST.

THE TASTE OF VODKA SLID DOWN YOUR THROAT AS YOU TOOK ANOTHER SHOT. The adrenaline ran through your body with each shot you took. The loud music hit your eardrums as your friends around you would take pictures and videos of you. Getting invited to a luxurious party hosted by bachelors Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru was like getting the golden ticket from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Only the elite got their name on the list and you were shocked to see the invite sitting in your mailbox in the mailroom in your apartment building complex. Your father, the Prime Minister of Japan warned you that eyes were always on you. You had an image to follow, but your father didn’t understand that you were growing up.

You are all grown up now. Super established in your career, bank account increasing each time you blinked, you weren’t his little princess anymore. So why couldn’t he see that? Usually, you would spend hours arguing with him that he couldn’t control your life, but you knew your words would slither into one of your father’s ears and leave out the other.

“I can’t believe you showed up.” One of your friends Mei said as she sipped her fruit cocktail in her hand. “Your father keeps you on a tight leash.”

You kissed your teeth sitting back into your seat. Your head fell back to stare up at the neon lights that danced above you. “This is why I have to do something so reckless tonight.” You sighed.

Mei would raise an eyebrow, “Reckless?”

“Mhmm, I’m just so tired of him treating me like a little girl.” You said over the music. “I’m grown.”

“And what exactly do you have planned? Please don’t say you’re going to get yourself arrested. Babes, jail is not for pretty people.” Mei whined as her manicured fingers traced alongside the rim of the glass.

Your head shot up as you could hear the crowd erupt in pure cheers. Your curious eyes follow the huge group of people gathering around the duo. Mei followed your curious gaze before shaking her head aggressively. “No.”

“What? I didn’t even say anything,” You said.

“But you’re thinking about it. They’re complete manwhores.” Mei reminded. “Have you been reading Gossip Girl?” Mei asked.

“Not really, I mean why would I want to read gossip about myself.” You commented. “But one of them is a perfect opportunity to be reckless. I just need to be spotted sitting on one of their laps or something,” You added.

Mei would shake her head before sighing, “I don’t think you’re understanding me (Y/N).”

“What is there to understand? They’re attractive and I want one.” You gave her a smile before pulling out your miniature mirror to apply some lip gloss. You soon stood up tugging down the expensive sheer dress you wore and you left the section you and your friends had. You could hear Mei calling out your name, but with each step, you took the music blurred her out.

You pushed your way through the crowd trying to interject into the hosts' section, finally getting to the front to get blocked by a huge bodyguard. Your lips parted to tell him off, about to ask if he knew who you were. You were the Prime Minister’s daughter. The one everyone wanted a taste of. The second most searched person on Gossip Girl at the moment (damn you Reiner Braun and your freakin’ engagement).

“Let her in! She’s cool to come in.” A voice behind the large bodyguard said.

You gave the bodyguard a charming smile, batting your eyelashes up at him as he let you in the section. There you stood in front of Japan’s biggest bachelors. Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru. You toyed with your gold Cartier bracelets innocently, a complete shameless act to lure them into your plan.

But the thing is, maybe you should have listened to Mei’s words before you sprung out to introduce yourself to Gojo and Geto because those two were like two peas in a pod. They grew up with each other. They went to the same university. They traveled the world together. Rumor on Gossip Girl is that they even lost their virginity on the same night also.

“There’s Gossip Girl star right there.” Gojo chirped as he chewed on the ends of the decorative umbrella that usually floats around in fruity drinks.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Not really, haven’t you two heard. Reiner Braun stole the spotlight,” You sighed.

“Oh yeah, he’s engaged to that girl. I can’t remember her name, heard she has a nice pair of tits on her,” Geto said as he was holding a blunt. He didn’t even bother to look up at you. He was so fixated on rolling the rolled substance of marijuana.

“I’m glad you were able to come to our party tonight. We’ve all heard the story about the Prime Minister’s perfect little princess.” Gojo says as he peeked at you through his sunglasses.

Once Geto heard Prime Minister, his eyes finally looked up from him rolling. He made direct eye contact with you as he let his tongue glide across the rolling paper so the blunt could be complete.

“I couldn’t turn down an invite from you two. I just needed a break from being his perfect princess, you know?” You said as you shifted from one foot to another.

You watched as the two best friends shared a look before Gojo had moved over on the chair and motioned for you to sit down. You were expecting to take comfort in one of their laps, but your plan wasn’t going as it was planned. You sat down in between the two of them. Completely sandwiched by Geto on your left and Gojo on your right. You could get a whiff of the two expensive colognes they wore. You could tell just by their cologne how different their personalities and style were, but they balanced each other out as best friends.

“You smoke?” Geto asked.

“No.” You answered. “I’ve never done any illegal drugs in my life, just alcohol.”

Gosh, you sounded just like a freakin’ narc.

“Do you want to try?” Gojo asked. “It’s not that bad, it’s not my cup of tea. However, it does help when you want to let loose.”

You stared at Gojo and then at Geto who was fishing for his lighter. “We’re not trying to peer pressure you into nothin’, just here to have a good time,” Gojo added as he refilled his shot glass.

“Be careful on how many of those you’re drinking. You know you’re a lightweight Satoru.” Geto warned as he placed the rolled blunt in between his lips.

“Suck my dick Suguru!” Gojo yelled as he took another shot. “So (Y/N), what brought you to our section? Just here to say hello?”

“Uhh no, I want to have a good time tonight. I know after this night and when my dad gets a hold of the tabloids, he’ll probably ship me back to fuckin’ states for embarrassing him.” You sighed.

“So you want to give your dad a show?” Geto questioned as he blew smoke in the air.

The intoxicating smell of the marijuana lingered up your nostrils. Your words seemed to scramble up in your mind. Is that what you really wanted? To give your father a show?

You looked at Geto before slowly nodding. “Yes, that’s what I want. I’m just tired of him boxing me in this protective box. He doesn’t do my other siblings like this. Just me.”

“Well, let’s give him a show,” Gojo said.

“What?” You asked. Your perfectly arched eyebrows furrowed together in confusion before Gojo is tugging you up to sit on his lap.

“Let’s give Mr. Prime Minister a show.” He repeated as he gave you a shot and poured himself one also.

“Satoru! I’m not fuckin’ carrying your ass out of here.” Geto warned before taking another puff from his blunt.

“I promise, this is the last one,” Gojo whined as he clinked glasses with you and down the alcohol in his shot glass.

You did the same. Letting the harsh dark liquor burn the insides of your throat. For once, you felt relaxed. You didn’t care who was staring as you comfortably sat in Gojo’s lap like a pretty piece of eye candy. As the night went on, the party only got rowdier. You weren’t exactly drunk, a little tipsy from the fruity cocktails you were sipping on. But you were well aware of the actions you were continuing to push yourself to do. You’ve heard that Gojo and Geto could party all night if they put their mind to it. When one party ended at two in the morning, they shifted to an afterparty that some rich person in their circle would throw in their luxury high-rise apartment.

You feared that you wouldn’t be able to keep up with the duo. It was only the consequences of your rebellious actions. As you let your head fall back to meet the cushion of the comfortable chair you were sitting in. Your mind was preferring the warmth of sitting on Gojo’s lap, but he had seen an old friend and went to pester them two private sections down from where you were. You felt the spot on the leather seat next to you sink, the familiar scent of Geto’s cologne lingered up your nostrils. You also could smell the intoxicating smell of the weed he was smoking. Your head lifted slowly to look at him, eyebrows raising in curiosity at him. “I want to try it.” Your head motions to the rolled substance in between his lips.

Geto stared at you with a blank expression. Gojo’s glasses sitting on top of his head as he would soon take the blunt out of his mouth. He inhaled and soon exhaled puffing out a ring of smoke into the air. Your teeth nibble against your lip gloss stained lips taking in the action he just did. Your heart fluttered in your chest, but it was your thighs that quickly tightened together feeling the intense feeling of your skin growing hot. You tried to chalk it up as the alcohol you consumed causing you to get turned on, but it could have been him.

“Come here,” Geto said as he motions for you to move closer, despite the two you already so close on the chair in the private section.

You watched as he took another hit of the blunt. One of his hands cupped your cheeks causing your lips to pucker. You didn’t even notice what he was doing until you felt the smoke get blown into your mouth. Your heart thumped against your chest so aggressively as you held the smoke in.

“Don’t waste it. Inhale and then exhale.” Geto explained as he placed the blunt back in between his lips. A smirk on his face as he watches you do what he told you to do. “See doll, it wasn’t that hard.”

You smiled at him before leaning over and finishing your drink. “I love hanging out with you two. I thought I wouldn’t be able to keep up with you.”

However, once again you realized you should have listened to Mei before entering Gojo and Geto’s space. Those two separate were two different power cards in a game of poker. However, the two together could have you winning the whole poker game you willingly brought your way into. You remember vividly how exactly you made it to one of their luxury apartments. The party had died down. Many socialites move on to another party or go home and puke their brains out. You on the other hand left with your now two favorite boys in the world. Arm linked with the two of them as you bubbly asked where the next move was. The ride to the next destination seemed like it was so long. You jokingly asked have the two ever had a threesome and your curious eyes seemed to light up seeing the stare the two shared.

“And if we did?” Gojo questioned.

“I don’t know, I’m just curious.” You would answer.

Curiosity surely got the best of you during the remaining seconds of the ride. What seemed like long minutes, was only short seconds of turning on the long street where Gojo condo was located. The faint giggles as you kissed one boy and the other was behind you kissing at your bare shoulder. The heated makeout session in the back of the limo felt like you were being passed around like an expensive dish of caviar. Swapping spit with Geto while Gojo's fingers lingered up your dress.

This was the show.

When entering the apartment, you were expected to be met with a complete mess. The way Gossip Girl described the duo, you would think they’ll be complete party animals leaving a mess everywhere they go (that’s including their home). However, your eyes couldn’t stop glancing around the surroundings of the nicely decorated condo. Specifically, your eyes were staring at the light of the familiar chandelier in the dining room. Only ‘cause you had the same chandelier hanging above your dining room table you hardly ate at. You took off your heels before moving further into the apartment. “You have nice taste Satoru.” You complimented.

“Wow, my interior designer would be flattered. It’s not like I’m home that much to live here anyway,” He sighed as he was in the kitchen looking through his fridge.

“You two travel a lot? I saw on Gossip Girl, she mentioned you two just came back from Bora Bora.” You pointed out. You could feel Geto’s arms snake around your waist tugging you closer to the front of him. An innocent gasp came out of your mouth when you felt your butt rub against his crotch.

“Thought you said you don’t read that page that much,” Geto mentioned, his chin soon resting on your shoulder.

“I don’t. Well, not like many other people.” You corrected.

“Still read it though. Which means you must know more about us than you’re telling,” Gojo mentioned.

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat. Your eyes staring at Gojo before clearing your throat, “I didn’t. My friend Mei seems to know you more than I do. Like I told you two, I just wanted to put on a show for my idiot of a father,” You answered.

Despite feeling so small in the situation, you still held your head high. You’ve been through rude crowds of paparazzi and even the false scandal of your father cheating. Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru would not cause you to fold. Your skin felt like it was on fire due to how close Geto was to you and Gojo staring a hole in your body didn’t help either.

“And we did that, many people took pictures. But you’re still with us. Why?” Gojo's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he walked around the marble kitchen.

“Maybe she wants me.” Geto pointed out.

He heard you let out a scoff as you playfully roll your eyes. Especially considering that you swapped spit with both of them in the back of a limo. “That’s nonsense.”

“Maybe she wants both of us,” Gojo adds as he took steps forward leaving no more space in between you and him. You now were sandwiched between the two, holding in your breath trying to hold your composure.

“And if I do?” You innocently asked. Curious eyes staring at Gojo through your eyelashes, due to Geto’s chin still resting on your shoulder, you could feel his lips curve into a smirk.

That was the last before you were a moaning man riding Geto.Your perfectly manicured fingers clutching at his body parts coughing up helpless moans due to the overstimulation. The intense feeling of your cunt being stretched open caused a shiver to tingle down your spine. Your vision was growing blurry, if you concentrated hard enough, you were pretty sure you were seeing stars.

You had lost count at how many times you have orgasmed. From Gojo being in between your thighs slurping up your wetness like a thirst-deprived guard dog to the way, Geto’s mouth latched on your nipples. Your muscles were screaming for you to stop and your body was so close to giving out on you, but the pleasure you were enduring felt so much better. It was like an addicting adrenaline rush. Being on top of Geto while his cock shoved itself in you like a glove, while Gojo also pushed himself into your drooling cunt from behind.

You never thought to have to cross threesome off on your bingo card, but here you were a drooling mess moaning out their names as your orgasm was rattling at the pit of your stomach. You leaned down placing a kiss on Geto’s lips muffling the loud moans that cooed out your body. You could feel Gojo’s fingertips tracing alongside your sweat-coated back as he continued to thrust forward.

“Fuck, doll! I’m going to cum,” He uttered as his head back in pure bliss.

When you pulled back from the savory kiss with Geto, you could tell her was close to cumming also, just by the way his face was as red as ever and the way his lip twitched. A couple more thrusts, you knew like a snap of your finger their thrusting grew sloppy as they were coming down from a high. Your cunt pulsed around them as the burning sensation in the pit of your stomach was slowly going away.

When the three of you plopped down on the bed, you could hear all of your cellphones beep at the same time. Gojo would let out a tired laugh, his white-colored hair ruffled from the intense sexual workout he just endured. “Fuckin’ Gossip Girl, the bitch never sleeps.” He sighs.

Geto who was laying on his stomach in the king-sized bed would grab his phone off the nightstand. He unlocked it slowly and looked at the most recent Gossip Girl post. He didn’t even bother to read it out loud, he just passed the phone to you who was in the middle of them in the bed.

“At least you gave your daddy a show.” Geto sighed as he rested his head on the pillow. “We’ll take you home in the morning.”

You looked at the Gossip Girl post that went into detail about the events that happened in the club. Attached to the posts were countless photos of you with Gojo and Geto. One of you just carelessly sitting in Gojo’s lap. Another picture of Geto shotgunning the blunt smoke in your mouth. Then lastly, you leaving the club with a cheery smile on your face with Gojo and Geto. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you lock the phone and pass it to Geto to put it back on the nightstand. He turned the lights off in his room.

“We should do this again, you know? I have watched reality tv shows about poly relationships.” Gojo spoke up in the darkness.

“Satoru, go the hell to sleep!”

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The Perfect Shot

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Summary: It’s just another day at work as Lloyd’s intern.

Word Count: around 1K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d, RPF. SMUT! This is dark. Read at your own risk. As you know, Lloyd is a prick. Reader has issues. Employer/Employee imbalance of power, degradation kink, references to choking during sex, revenge porn, sex made public without consent, nipple play, rough sex, fingering, clit slapping, p in v, cum play, implied oral (m receiving). Just pwp.

A/N: This is in response to a challenge from muse @maroonsunrise83. She just says a word and I go. 🤗

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Lloyd was admiring his bicep as he did his curls and looked up, expecting you to be doing the same.

Instead, you were taking selfies and posting on social media.

You didn’t think that it would be a problem, since he said that he wanted you to sit there and look hot, so you were documenting the fact.

Lloyd loudly put the barbell down, stood up, and grabbed your unoccupied hand, dragging you down the hall to the bedroom.

“I-“

“Shut up and keep scrolling. Better yet, record a video.”

But you dropped your phone as he pulled your new Ivy Park workout top over your head and threw you on the bed.

“Pick. The fucking phone up. And record.”

Lloyd’s menacing tone was harsh, but you smirked and did as you were told, documenting him stripping off his Moncler muscle shirt.

“Not my face.”

His rude growl only turned you on as did his menacing advance. You made sure only to document his body.

He lay down beside you and looked into your eyes.

“Now use your photography skills…”

He smirked under his mustache.

“To capture what my mouth does. Get that perfect shot.”

Lloyd was mocking you now.

And his mouth descended on your nipple, sucking it roughly into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. You moaned and moved to grab his hair, and about to forget your phone.

“Ah ah ah,” said Lloyd around your nipple.

“Take your fucking pictures. Drop that phone and I kick your ass out on the street.”

With that, he grabbed your other breast and started rolling and pinching that nipple.

You tried to keep recording, because Lloyd was paying you a lot to be his “intern,” his dick game was A+, and you might have been starting to catch feelings despite him being a trash human.

Lloyd was doing such a good job that you were ruining the $200 thong which was part of your work uniform, but you managed to keep your camera trained on what his mouth was doing. This would make a great video to watch later.

You were doing okay, until Lloyd shoved his hands down your leggings. You slammed your legs together, which earned a pinch on your thigh, sure to leave a bruise.

It only made you wetter. Lloyd pulled off your nipple with a pop.

“Open your fucking legs.”

Your legs readily fell open, giving Lloyd access to your most private parts. His fingers parted the plump lips of your cunt only to find you quite slippery.

Lloyd gave you a demented smile.

“Oh, you fucking little slut. You’re so wrapped up in yourself instead of doing your JOB, which is me, that you’re wet at this. You little whore. Open those fucking legs wider.”

You followed orders and Lloyd delivered three sound slaps to your clit as he started to bite and suck your nipple again.

Lloyd’s depraved words and the erotic sting of the slaps got you close. You’d learned your first day on the job as Lloyd choked you as he fucked you raw: You liked that shit.

“Don’t drop that fucking phone.”

You readjusted it, recording your own humiliation with a trembling hand. You couldn’t wait to see this video.

Lloyd got up and stripped off his matching shorts, then grabbed your leggings and roughly pulled them down your legs, scratching your thighs.

You filmed him marking you up.

His massive cock was weeping against his stomach, and you wiggled in anticipation as you pointed the phone at it.

“Now, get this and it better not be jumpy. Capture my cock ruining your pathetic tiny little pussy.”

You leaned up on your elbow to get a better angle of Lloyd’s cock at the entrance to your cunt. You could feel his head pounding as you opened your legs wider as if that would help.

He brutally shoved his cock into your dripping hole, and your phone captured your ragged moan at the brutal stretch and delicious pain.

“FUUUUCCCKKKK!”

Lloyd was loud as he entered you.

“I swear the only reason I keep your ass around is this fucking gash. Right. Here.”

You whimpered and moaned as he fucked you to the point that your juices frothed.

“Yeah, get that fucking whipped cream, you slut. Make sure the picture is clear.”

You don’t know how you did it, but you did a pretty good job of getting all the action, proud that he wanted this for his private pleasure. You just knew that he missed you when you weren’t there.

Lloyd’s hands were gripping your hips and causing bruises, and the realization got you close to the edge.

“Cum for the camera, slut. Come all over my giant cock.”

You don’t know how you did it, but you managed to record your pelvis in motion as you fluttered around him. You’d collapsed flat on your back but held the camera up as Lloyd pulled out and came on your torso, jacking off silently, and without any emotion on his face.

Quite cinematically, a drop of his spend landed on the camera lens at the end. It was perfect.

When he was done, he grabbed the phone. He started typing, and you didn’t pay much attention because you could finally relax into the feeling of good sex.

“Are you sending yourself the video?”

“No. I’m posting it to IG.”

“WHAT?”

You sat up, alarmed.

Lloyd grabbed your top and wiped himself off, ruining it. Then he walked off toward the shower.

“My family will see that, and my account will be suspended!”

“Well you should have thought of that before you dicked around.”

Lloyd was in the bathroom now, yelling over the noise of the shower.

“You finally have something good to post besides that stupid little pouty face. Maybe now you’ll pay attention to your fucking JOB!”

He was yelling, but he sounded as if he’d stepped into the shower.

And you felt like you were about to cry.

“Don’t want to see a trace of what we’ve done in that room when I come out. Don’t want to see your fucking face either. You’re done for today.”

You suck it up, stood, and stripped the bed remaking it in 10 minutes flat. Next, you put Lloyd’s clothes in the laundry chute, coming back to lay out an identical outfit for him on the duvet.

Just as you were about to gather your things and disappear, you heard Lloyd call your name.

You padded into the massive bathroom and opened the shower door. Lloyd peered at you with cold eyes.

“I need you to wash my back, and then suck me off.”

You looked down to see his huge wet cock growing large again in his hand.

Lloyd needed you.

You hid a smirk as you replied, “Yes, Sir,” and climbed into the shower to go to work.

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artificial scarcity || (soft)dark!Jake Jensen x reader

summary: you’ll realize how good he can treat you, how badly you need him, one way or another. you just need a little encouragement, that’s all.

word count: 4k, somehow…

warnings: smut! (dubcon; she is fully consenting but under dubious circumstances), drugging (technically), kidnapping, imprisonment, starvation, touch-starved reader, bed sharing, grinding/thigh fucking, size kink, spanking, implied stalking/voyeurism, implied noncon (kinda?), jake being possessive and manipulative and creepy

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble which is why the pacing might feel a little rushed in the beginning but I hope you guys don’t mind!

Jake was normally a relatively patient guy, especially with you since he had an obvious soft spot for the newest member of the team.  But after months of trying to get your attention, of his abysmal flirting not getting him anywhere, of you becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of him as a friend and nothing else, his patience was running thin.

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"see something you like, Harrington?" a little sketch requested by sweet @ cherrymustdie on twitter Eddie really likes Steve's cozy sweater hehe

Across The Room

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Synopsis: Eddie finally gets to talk to the girl that he can't stop looking at.

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: fluff!

A/N: I might already have a second part planned for this... Let's take this great amount of activity as my belated one-year anniversary present for this account!

Part 2 is out now Part 3 is also out!

There was something about the girl sitting on the other side of the cafeteria that seemed to pull Eddie's gaze to her, like an opposite pole of a magnet would do. Her shoulders were usually slightly slouched, her eyes too occupied by the notebook he never saw her without. He'd never actually heard her talk, but from the way her lips moved, he'd bet his life on it being the most gorgeous sound one could be blessed to hear.

One time he had passed her in the hall, her head buried in a textbook. Dustin had been talking about their D&D campaign, but one word went in one ear and out the other, the boy too occupied with the smell of daisies that lingered when she passed by. He'd never really liked flowery scents, but after that, whenever he saw daisies, he couldn't help but smile.

He'd never admit it, but her smile was his favorite thing in the world. Whenever he saw her smile, he'd keep wondering what she was smiling over, wishing that he could be the one who made her smile.

Of course, she never saw him. But he desperately wished she did.

You were surrounded by your friends, half-heartedly listening to them talk about a movie that had just come out that they were excited to go see. Your neck had started to hurt from straining it, holding up the sketchbook in your lap, prepared to hide it from anyone that passed by.

There he was, sitting in the same spot he always sat at, on the other side of the cafeteria, talking to his friends. When he threw a cashew at one of his friends with a playful grin on his face, you chuckled to yourself quietly, trying to commit the image to your memory.

Looking down at your sketchbook, you smiled at the unfinished drawing of him, still in the middle of sketching his curly hair, and when he stood up, the light coming from the windows behind him made him look... ethereal.

Of course, he never saw you. But you desperately wished he did.

History was one of your strongest subjects, and when Mrs. Click had asked for volunteers to tutor other students, you'd been the first to sign up, but it had been so long, that you had already forgotten all about it until your teacher had asked you to stay after class.

"I saw that you'd signed up to tutor some other students." Mrs. Click said, not looking up from the tests that she was marking. "Are you still free?"

The thought of tutoring students wasn't exactly appealing to you, already dealing with piles of homework and starting essays to apply for colleges, but when she looked up at you with a demanding look, you couldn't help but nod. "Yes, of course."

"Great." She said, looking back down at her desk, "Your first lesson is with a repeating student, at three. I've reserved the library for your lesson, and you can agree with him on later lessons. That'll be all."

"Great." You muttered under your breath as soon as you got out of her classroom, internally cursing yourself for ever signing up.

"Look, Dustin, I have to do it or Click's gonna fail me again."

"Can't you do it any other day?" Dustin groaned, looking up at Eddie as he tried to keep up with his long strides. "I mean, we've been planning this campaign for weeks and we're supposed to start it today."

"I know, and we're going to. I just need to do this stupid tutoring thing, and as soon as it's over we'll start. It's probably like two hours, max. Tell the rest of Hellfire that I'll be there as soon as I can."

"We can just start without you."

"Don't you dare, Henderson." Eddie said, turning to Dustin with a pointed finger and raised brows. "I'll be there."

Eddie could hear the boy groan behind him, yet he walked away with determination, leaving Dustin behind.

Your gaze kept shifting between your wristwatch and the giant clock on the wall as you kept scribbling on your sketchbook, your foot tapping almost in rhythm to the ticking on your wrist.

It was almost three, and there was no one in sight. You'd already spent an hour in the library, catching up on your own homework, and now you were waiting for the person you were supposed to be tutoring without even knowing their name. You kept telling yourself that if they weren't there five minutes past three, you'd go home, and make up an excuse if Mrs. Click cared enough to ask.

But as if on cue, you heard the library door open, turning your head to see who it was.

He was standing there, his ring-clad hands gripping a history textbook, his eyes slightly widening when he saw you, the smile that slowly twisted on his lips causing you to react in a similar way.

The spell was broken when you heard a sudden clacking, only then realizing that he had dropped his book to the ground, and the boy quickly picked it up. You chuckled, turning back to your table and closing your sketchbook with a smile on your face.

He made his way to you briskly, looking at you up and down before settling to look at your face. "Are you my tutor?" He asked, and his voice was just as you'd imagined it to be, but better.

"Yeah, my name-"

"I know." He said, clearing his throat when he realized he had interrupted you. "I'm Ed-"

"I know, Eddie." You chuckled, quickly looking down at your feet before smiling up at him, "Do you wanna get started?"

"Sure."

"You can sit next to me or on the other side of the table, but it might be easier if you sit next to me so I can-"

He didn't even have to say anything to interrupt you, the boy already having pulled back the chair next to yours as you nodded, sitting down with him.

You started to go through the basics with him, telling Eddie about what would likely be on the test, the boy's eyes almost trained on you, the thought of it making blood rush to your cheeks. He kept nodding when you spoke, and you weren't sure if he was actually listening or doing it as a courtesy, but you hoped it was the former.

"So, Joan of Arc was..."

"She led the French army to victory over the English during the Hundreds' Year war. She was executed in 1431 for heresy at 19, and in 1920 canonized as a saint." He said, repeating what you said almost word-for-word, and when he looked to you for confirmation, you couldn't help the smile taking over your lips. "Did I get it right?"

"Yeah. Good job."

When you looked into each other's eyes with similar smiles on both your lips, no words were exchanged, but you knew. You finally saw one another.

in so deep

premise: you’d have a dozen kids if it meant steve kept fucking you like this.

pairing: steve harrington x (f)reader

word count: 495

warnings: eighteen+ content, porn without plot, unprotected piv, breeding kink, dirty talk, slight possessiveness, f receiving oral mentioned, talks of steve and his six lil nuggets.

etc: literally just wanted to write something absolutely filthy and feral for steve, that’s all, that’s it.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

Your legs rest in the crook of his arms as Steve fucks you slow and deep, the head of his cock hitting that spot inside of you that usually hurts, that has the pain outweighing the pleasure and makes your body retreat. But right now, with the way his hips are rolling just right, so fucking slow and gentle, it feels so good.

Your nails dig into the sides of his arms, his mouth on yours. His words are filthy and make your cheeks burn from more than just the heat from your bodies pressed together—from the pleasure.

“Hmm?” Steve hums against your lips, trails a kiss down to your chin to nip at it. “What would you do, baby. If tonight was the night I finally filled you so full that it took?” His breath is heavy, grunts deep, eyes keep closing from the pleasure, strands of his hair falling into your face. “You’d never be able to leave me then, would always have a part of me with you, be mine forever.”

The noises coming from your throat make it burn, your moans weak and whimpering. His words making your stomach flutter with something sickly pleasurable and possessive.

You knew all about Steve’s dream of six lil’ nuggets. Of sharing a life with you, with wanting it so bad. The act of it finally happening more pleasurable than the thought. That maybe this time would be it, that that silly little dream would become a reality, that the perfect mix of you and him would be running around in nine months time.

There’s been several nights, spontaneous occasions when Steve’s bent you over a table, a counter, the hood of his car, telling you how pretty you’d look full of him in your dresses—those pair of panties that would look so much better stained with his come as you walked around with him leaking out of you.

Has even spent time between your legs after he’s come inside your cunt to suck at your clit and fuck you with his fingers to push his seed back into you. The filthy squelching from his mouth, your wetness, and him dripping out of you sinfully obscene.

“Don’t move, fuuuck, stay right there,” he would moan when you’re ontop of him, after he’s come inside of you. Hands on either side of your neck to pull your forehead to his, your knees in a tight lock around his waist. “Keep me inside of you, soak it up, baby.”

You’d have a dozen kids if it meant Steve kept fucking you like this—like that. Feeling his breaths against your skin, his groans above you. The gleam of passion and want and need in his eyes as he looked down at you.

“Beg me for it, baby, please.” Steve’s voice sounds weak, thrusts picking up. “Tell me how bad you want me to come inside of you, how bad you want to be mine forever,” he groans desperately.

Lucky🍀

look at this loser

I adore

I adore him, too! ❤️

Lapper

Pairing: Motocross!Jake Jensen x Female Reader Summary: Jake is a loser on the tracks, but a winner in your heart. Word Count: Over 840 Warnings: Brief explicit sexual content, oral sex (m. receiving), light fluff, Jake Jensen getting the love he deserves (is that a warning?) A/N: Meet Loser and Lucky! This is set before Starting Gate, but we'll see more of them in this AU. Thanks to you @edwardbaldwin and @blizzspeaks for inspiring Jake for this AU. @drabblewithfrannybarnes @yarnforbrains @ysmmsy @blackwidownat2814 as well! I hope you lovelies enjoy. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Jake Jensen is a loser. 

Ask any of the riders or spectators and they’ll tell you the man has never won a single race. 

It’s not that he’s bad at the sport. He tries. He just isn’t as great as the others. 

Most of them didn’t understand at first why he continued to go on the track.

The truth is, he loves motocross. 

Points and standings didn’t matter to him and he couldn’t care less if he had a wall of trophies or medals. They would be nice, but they weren’t a reflection of the love he had for the sport.

The guys respected him for that. Even Maddox didn’t give him too much grief.

Putting on his helmet and getting on his bike, he was a loser on his own terms.

And the luckiest guy in the sport because he had you.

He excitedly told everyone you were going to a race before they met you. The pit lizards didn't pay much attention to him, so everyone was intrigued by this mystery girl.

They were shocked when you showed, waving to Jensen with a bright smile.

Since that day and every race you attended after, he hadn’t crashed once. He even managed to move up in the standings. 

Everyone called you Lucky. 

Seeing you whenever he removed his helmet put a dopey smile on his face. 

After the first race you attended, he half expected you to be embarrassed since he was lapped.

You ran into his arms, uncaring of the dirt or anything else, as everyone stopped and stared.

You peppered kisses across his jaw before pressing your lips against his. The moment his lips parted, you licked into his mouth and pushed yourself closer.

The obscene moan torn from his chest wasn’t missed by anyone close by.

“C’mon. You deserve a treat,” you declared when you gave him a chance to breathe.

“I didn’t win,” Jake protested as you took him by the hand and tugged him away. “I smell.”

“And I want your cock in my mouth. We’ll get waffles after.”

That was the beginning of the two of you being caught in compromising positions, usually with Jake’s pants around his ankles.

He was shy about it at times, but that was mostly for your dignity.

“What if we get caught again, Lucky? Pretty girl, I don’t-”

“Let them see,” you said every time, unbothered by anyone seeing you pleasure your man.

Whenever his cock plunged into your wet mouth or pussy, any and all shame went out to the window.

“God, that’s it. Moan for me. Fuck, you take my cock so well.”

“Fucking hell,” Ari grumbled the last time he found you on your knees behind one of the trailers, turning on his heel and keeping anyone else from heading over.

Jake’s eyes widened before they rolled back, forgetting about everything else around him as you hollowed out your cheeks.

“Again?!” Steve asked in the background as you took Jake deeper in your throat.

You winked as you bobbed your head faster, determined to make him spill down your throat. You knew he was close.

“My toolbox is over there. He makes a mess on it-” Chris began.

“You know he won’t do that,” Steve cut him off.

“Should call him ‘Lucky’. Fucking bastard’s always getting laid,” Ari said.

“How?” Bucky questioned, exhaling slowly when Jake yelled “fuck!”.

Everyone wanted to know how he got a girl like you.

“When you figure it out, let me know,” Ari said, shaking his head.

Bucky walked off on his own to drown out the sounds of Jensen's orgasm, almost running into Natasha.

“Woah. Where’s the fire?” she asked.

“No fire. Just Loser getting his dick sucked.”

“Again?” the redhead smirked. “Wait, what’s the matter? You’re not into Lucky.”

“No, I’m not,” Bucky swore. 

Everyone was protective and respective of your relationship.

Even if he wanted you, he wouldn't fuck with Jensen. He not only appreciated him being ex-military, but he was smart enough to do damage to his bike without getting caught.

Sometimes you had to look and watch out for the nice guys.

“It doesn’t matter,” the brunette shut down quickly.

Natasha watched Bucky closely as you and Jake emerged minutes later, hand in hand and ready to go to your favorite diner for waffles.

The dopey smile was back on Jake’s face, his cheeks red as he adjusted his glasses.

There was longing in Bucky’s eyes, but it wasn’t directed at you or Jake.

“You know, I still haven’t won a race,” Jake said as he walked past them.

“You’re still a winner to me,” you stated, walking closer by his side.

Bucky looked away with a slight clench in his jaw. Jake hadn’t podiumed once, but you cheered him on like he finished first every time.

Natasha knew what the problem was: her friend wanted what Loser and Lucky had. 

Someone who didn’t care about the wins and losses. A person who simply cared.

“You’ll get a Lucky of your own one day,” she told him. 

She’d make sure of it.

*****

We'll see more of Loser and Lucky, along with Hothead and Spitfire, soon. Love and thanks! ❤️