Eddie Munson Lives Rent-free In My Head Now.

×Hanging from the cobwebs in your mind,×

DEVORCE RIGHT NOW, HE WIPED OFF RIHANNAS NUMBER?!?!? I WILL START A GO FUND ME AND DIVORCE HIS ASS

Kai swears that he had nothing to do it when he found you crying in front of the mirror the next morning.

You obviously, hurl a pillow at him because you know he did something but you have no proof.

Kai: I promise I didn't do anything with it. I don't get why you're so upset-

Y/n: UPSET?! KAI! RIHANNA GAVE ME HER NUMBER! I'LL NEVER BE COOL ENOUGH TO GET IT AGAIN!

Kai: aren't you like way more famous than her? Considering, you're married to me- the President.

Y/n, frustrated: KAI STFU! THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOUR STUPID EGO! ITS ABOUT ME BEING BUDDIES WITH RIHANNA AND HER BECOMING THE GODMOTHER OF OUR CHILDREN-

Kai: our children? So you want to sleep with me?

Y/n, more shrieking:

The staff and maids are just acting about their day as they hear you shriek and hurl insults at Kai.

Choso getting all jealous of a fuck machine and your dildo collection?

-🫡

“Why do you need that?” It’s a simple question, but you can’t tell if he’s angry or not. You and Choso were going through your closet, some spring cleaning if you will, and he happened to stumble upon your private box.

“I don’t know, it’s fun.” You don’t think it’s a big deal. Almost every girl has a sex toy or two. Sure, maybe you’re a little bit overboard— you did buy a three hundred dollar contraption that physically fucks your favorite dildo into you— but are you so bad for liking a little pleasure?

He pauses, fingers tracing over the veins on your hyperrealistic toy.

“Am I,” He starts, pausing for a second as if he’s questioning himself. “Am I not doing a good enough job?” Shit.

“No! No, baby, you’re perfect.” You reach and grab the dildo out of his hands, quickly shoving it out of the box. “You’re gone a lot, though, and I don’t know… I get needy, I guess?”

“Oh.” That didn’t seem to appease him. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I didn’t mean to leave you unfulfilled.”

“No! Cho, you’re not understanding.” Your hand is over his and it feels like religion. You never get over him. “I think about you every time.”

“Yeah but if I were fucking you enough you wouldn’t need this.” Your heart drops. In some sick, twisted way you think it’s cute. 

“Is it better than me?”

“No.” He finally looks up at you, eyes full of something you can’t seem to understand, and also a little pain.

“Does it make you cum?” You’re not going to lie to him. If it didn’t, that would be a horrible waste of three hundred dollars.

“Yes.”

He’s grabbing you before you can even think twice, yanking you towards your bed with still such a timid touch. It’s a soft push when your back falls onto the mattress, and he’s on top of you in an instant.

“I’m the only thing that’s supposed to make you cum.” Choso fucks sweet. He can get rough, he can fuck you like he hates you, but despite all that he is a gentle lover. There’s never been a moment having sex with him that you haven’t felt his care radiating from him. You can still feel it right now as he latches himself onto your neck— open-mouthed and sloppy—, but there’s a sense of selfishness you’ve never felt before. Possession. He’s jealous.

It’s a silly concept, you think, to be jealous of a sex toy— but Choso is a silly guy. His hands trace down your stomach, fingers hovering over your hip before they go lower, touching you over your pants.

“I don’t like that you have those.” Choso is never controlling. You know he’s not telling you to get rid of them, more so conveying his emotions to you like you’ve begged him to do.

You gasp as he circles your clit, pussy wet under the cloth of your leggings. There’s a sense of routine when you and Choso fuck. He’s always asking what’s okay, always asking what feels good, always checking on you. But now, he strips you naked without a word, bringing himself down to suck at one of your tits while his hand goes back down to your now bare cunt.

He doesn’t waste time with your clit. His fingers plunge inside you, curling into your g-spot as he moves them in and out of you.

“Does it go faster than this?”

“Yes,” It’s shaky, because even though it hasn’t been long Choso knows how to make you feel good. Then he speeds up and it’s better and you’re cockdrunk without even having his cock.

“Oh, shit.” His tongue is back to lapping circles around your nipple, his hair poking at your neck, his chin pressing into your ribs, and you’re overwhelmed. The room is full of sounds of just wet— from his mouth and your pussy— and it’s vulgar and crass and lewd and you want him.

You cum quick. He feels it on his middle and ring finger— you taught him that, you taught him everything, he’s your picture perfect fuck toy— and whines into your chest.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

It doesn’t take him long to live up to his promise. He’s bottoming out in you without a second thought, balls hitting you every time he thrusts.

“This is what you’re supposed to have.” You think you might be stupid right now. Actually, you can’t think at all— sharp breaths and erratic moans leaving you.

Choso is a whiner, but right now he groans. He’s fucking you like he needs you, like he loves you, like you’re meant to be his.

It’s almost grotesque; the way your pussy drips from both of your arousal, the sloppiness of the way it sounds each time he bullies in and out of you, the desperation from your spasming cunt.

“Does it feel like this?” He’s barely getting out the words, almost incomprehensible. “Does it fuck you better than me? Does it fucking love you?”

That’s enough to make you cum again. And now, you feel stupid for ever having it.

“I’m sorry!” He’s relentless, each thrust pounding at your cervix, stretching out the softness of your walls. “I’m sorry, I’m yours, I’m sorry.” And it’s beyond the toys, it’s beyond the insecurity and jealousy, it’s beyond primal emotions.

It’s connection. Sweat drips from his hair onto your cheeks, and in a desperate move you lift your head to lick it off his temple. He owns you. You can both feel it in the way your soft walls clench around him, you can both feel it as your legs wrap in a loose pretzel around his waist, you can both feel it as tears form in your eyes from how much it all is.

“I love you, I’m sorry, I’m yours.” It’s weak, muffled by your moans and the sound of his pelvic bone slapping yours. His hips rub at your clit each time he snaps them into you, his cock grazing the top of your pussy in a way you didn’t know was possible.

“Cum, please,” It’s pure yearning. You can tell he’s close from the way he hiccups his breaths, from the way his head has dipped down into the crook of your neck, from the way he begs you through gritted teeth. “I need you to cum, let me make you cum.”

And how could you deny Choso? So you let go, nails scratching at his back, fingers gripping at the slightest bit of fat on his waist, head lulled into the mattress, and you cum.

And so does he, continuing his choppy movements to fuck his cum further and further into you, getting you as full of him as he can.

He collapses on you for a brief moment, before he shifts himself out of you and next to you, arm wrapping around you as he presses kisses onto the top of your head.

“Is it better than that?” It’s breathy, exhausted and worn, but he sounds so sure of himself you can almost see his smile.

“No.” Choso hums, shifting gears into aftercare.

You finish your cleaning the next day, and when you’re back in your closet, Choso can’t find your precious collection anywhere. He thinks he must’ve done a good job.

How about some slow sweet, early mornin' loving for our Eddie boy? Or on the other side, dirty rough bathroom stall at a concert smut?

The bathroom stall at a concert got me 🥵 Let’s be real, Eddie would totally be into that

Warning: pure smut, public sex

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Eddie didn't peg you for the type of girls who had sex in public places, but the idea of getting railed at a concert had been haunting your head for weeks. The thrill of sneaking to a cramped bathroom stall and getting railed while one of your favorite bands played made you ten times horny-er.

''I gotta pee.'' 

Eddie nodded, then guided you out of the crowd. He was bummed to have to leave his really great spot in the pit, but you needed to pee and he wasn't going to let his girl go alone to the bathroom. Not at a concert out of town where horrible things he didn't want to think about could happen to you. Not when you were wearing a short dress and looking like a metalhead's wet dream.

You followed the bathroom signs and Eddie stood by the door to wait there for you to pee, but you pulled him in with you. 

He followed with a frown on his face. ''What are you-'' 

You cut him off with a kiss, slipping your tongue past his lips and pulling his body flush with yours. ''I don't need to pee. I need you to fuck me.'' Your hands slipped down to his ass and you gave it a squeeze, making Eddie groan. 

He could've come right there and then from how turned on your words got him.

His lips curled into an excited smug grin and he pushed you into a stall and locked it. 

Seconds later, Eddie's pants were pulled down right below his ass and your dress was hoisted up, panties pulled to the side and legs hooked around Eddie's waist as he thrusted into you. One of his hands holding onto the stall for grip and the other under your thigh to hold you up, his rhythm erratic and desperate. You were holding onto Eddie's shoulders as loud moans, pants and groans left both your lips, their sound muffled by the loud instruments of the band playing in the amphitheater. 

It wasn't the most practical position, but the bathroom stall was very small and narrow and did not allow a lot of maneuvers.

You traveled your hands in his hair, your head tossed back as he slammed himself into you, deep moans alternated with raging, animalistic screams coming from Eddie's lips. The poor bathroom stall wall was shaking at every thrusts, leaving no room for wrong assumptions of your activities to any passerby bathroom users.

You tugged wildly at his hair as your body spasmed, tight, wet walls clamping down on his dick. Recognizing your body language, Eddie knew you were close. With one last cry of your lover's name and an imprint of your fingernails in Eddie's shoulder, you came, legs shaking as your orgasm ran through your body. 

With another thrust, Eddie felt himself spill into your body, his hand gripping tightly the stall to keep his footing. 

You caught your breaths, then Eddie helped you get down, smiling like a madmen because you just had sex in a bathroom stall at a Metallica concert. He tucked himself back in his pants and pulled them up while you fixed yourself.

‘’I love you and the crazy shit we do.’’

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Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Best Friend!Eddie Munson is more experienced than you and you ask him to help you out. 

Word Count: 6.8k

Note: in this fic you and Eddie are both 18 and Eddie hasn’t failed (yet? Maybe in this au he won’t? I want that boy to be happy).

Dedicated to @millenialcatlady and @theoncrayjoy ♥️

Also, as of when I post this at 6pm PT on 7/1 I have yet to watch the final two episodes of the season which have dropped so PLEASE DO NOT SPOIL FOR 24 HOURS AT LEAST LOL. 

Warnings: NSFW, drug use, fingering, dirty talk, self-doubt and a lil teenage awkwardness (both are 18 though), PIV sex

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“You ever touch yourself?”

“Excuse the fuck out of me?” Your response comes out as an incredulous chuckle.

You’re sitting on the bed of your best friend Eddie Munson, hand frozen outstretched to take the blunt he was offering you. You look down at the girly magazine in your lap, the one you had just been lazily criticizing him about. A centerfold gazes back up at you teasingly, her abnormally round breasts jutting out without shame as her back arches up from a tacky cheetah skin rug.

“Touch yourself. Do you?” Eddie waves the smoking blunt in your face till you pluck it from his hand. You busy yourself taking a long drag - longer than usual - to buy yourself time. As you hold the smoke in your lungs, Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. “Easy there, tiger.”

You exhale harshly with a cough, immediately feeling your head begin to rush.

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Tension

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x Fem!Sinclair!Reader

Summary: You've always noticed the longing looks and the sexual tension between your best friend Eddie and your boyfriend Steve. Now, you've orchestrated an elaborate scheme to get them to take action.

Warnings: Threesome, Praise kink, Top!Eddie, Bottom!Steve, Creampie, slight breeding kink, Oral(f+m receiving), Anal(f+m receiving), double penetration, Dom!Eddie, female masturbation, handjob, Dom!Steve.

Your boyfriend Steve and your best friend Eddie had the same amount of sexual tension you and Steve had when you first met. You noticed the glances, longing looks, the licking of lips and the abnormal breathing when they were around each other. It didn't make you jealous--no. In fact, it turned you on. Your boyfriend and best friend had a little crush.

When you brought it up to them, they'd get extra defensive and deny it but you knew better. You weren't stupid.

You didn't blame Steve, Eddie was attractive. So attractive that you orchestrated an elaborate scheme. Your best friend had a key to your house and you invited him over at 8. At that time, Steve would already be over and you'd be doing the deed and your family would be out of town. Your plan was to get Eddie to catch you then join or watch. It may not work but it was a worth a shot.

Steve cupped your cheek as he kissed your lips passionately.

"God, you're so pretty, ya know that?" he beamed.

You rolled your eyes playfully. Of course you knew, he reminded you everyday.

His hands went to your bra clad breasts, groping them through the material before pulling it and throwing it aside.

"My beautiful girl," he breathed. His warm mouth engulfed your nipple and your back arched into it as he played with your nipple and flicked it with his tongue. The old clock on your nightstand read 8:00, Eddie would arrive soon.

You massaged Steve's bulge as he focused on your breasts, switching between both to suck.

"Fuck, need to taste you sweetheart," he said. Your underwear was soaked. You laid flat on your back and allowed him to roughly rip it off and throw it in the corner of your room.

"I'll buy you a matching set," he laughed. He knelt down between your legs and spread them, practically drooling at the sight. He could never get tired of you being so wet for him.

He kissed then sucked your slick thighs, savoring your sweet taste that had trailed onto them.

A loud moan left your lips as soon as his tongue connected with your clit. He licked it teasingly before moving down to your glistening entrance and circling it with his tongue.

Once Eddie stepped into your house, he heard whimpering. He thought you or maybe Erica had gotten hurt and he quickly moved to your room where the sound was coming from but as he inched closer, the nature of the whimpers came to light.

Your bedroom door was wide open and there you were, propped up on your elbows and moaning Steve's name as he ate you out. Steve faced away from the door so he didn't see when Eddie arrived but you did. His face went ghost white before becoming bright red. Fingers tangled in Steve's hair, you grinded your pussy on his mouth and came undone, right then and there with your best friend staring at you.

Steve lapped at your juices like a starved man, the sounds he made making Eddie cheeks heat up.

"Would you like to join Ed?" you asked innocently.

Just as you said that, Steve stopped and whipped his head around. Now, it was his turn to be as red as a tomato.

Eddie opened his mouth so say something but no words came out so instead, he nodded. He was absolutely flustered and it was adorable.

The tension was back as Eddie and Steve started at each other longingly.

"Oh for fucks sake, you guys totally like each other. Do something about it, I don't mind," you chuckled.

Steve looked at you for silent approval and you gestured towards your bestfriend. Steve moved towards him, first locking the door and pinning Eddie against it. He smashed his lips against his and Eddie immediately melted into it.

"F-fuck, I've been wanting to do that for so long," Steve said into the kiss.

"Me too," Eddie replied, cupping his cheek.

Eddie slipped his tongue in, moving it around with Steve's and they both moaned. You couldn't help but slip your fingers down to your pussy. You were dripping onto the sheets. The sight before you made you wetter than you'd ever imagined.

As they continued to explore each other's mouths, you rubbed gentle circles on your clit. Pleasure coursed through your veins though not as intense as when Steve did it.

Steve took control, pulling Eddie's jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers. Eddie was huge. Steve grabbed ahold of his hard cock and stroked it. You slipped two fingers inside your pussy, finger fucking yourself to your boyfriend giving your best friend a handy.

"S-Steve," Eddie moaned. His legs were jelly but Steve kept him pressed against the door and moved his lips to his neck. He found that sweet spot that made Eddie whimper, almost like he knew his body like the back of his hand.

Steve nipped and sucked, leaving deep red marks as he continued to fist Eddie's cock faster.

"Shit, need to cum so bad," Eddie whimpered, feeling his cock twitch. Your fingers sped up, matching Steve's pace and curling your fingers inside your cunt.

As soon as Eddie came undone, so did you. Your back arched and your pussy clenched around your fingers as you watched Steve milk Eddie of all he had. Steve licked the white cum from off his hand then came over to you, putting his fingers into your mouth. You sucked them off, humming when you tasted your best friend's cum.

"So sweet Eddie," you groaned. You gestured for him to come over to you and he obeyed. He eagerly took your fingers into his mouth and sucked your juices clean off.

As much as you wanted them to fuck while you watched, you needed them both.

"Need both of you inside me," you whined. They seemed to have gotten the message and Eddie laid on the bed. Steve pushed you to straddle him and he came up behind you, kicking off his pants and boxers.

"Gonna fuck you so good sweetheart. If at anytime you want us to stop, say so, alright?" You nodded and they both positioned their cocks at your entrances.

Steve scooped up your juices from your pussy and spread it over and inside your puckered hole.

They both kept their hands on your hips and wasted no time in thrusting inside you. You had never felt so full. Their paces were the same, thrusting inside your holes slowly so you could feel every inch and vein. All you could do was whimper and moan as their grips on you tightened, surely to leave black and blue bruises.

You fell flat on top of Eddie's body, allowing them both to use you however they pleased.

"So tight and wet isn't she?" Steve smirked, slapping your ass.

Eddie nodded, feeling your cunt clench around him. His groans into your ear pushed you closer to your release.

At the base of Steve's cock was a ring of cream and he dipped his finger in it and put it to his lips.

"Cum- need to cum," was all you managed to say before you moaned a hybrid of their names and squirted onto Eddie's cock. They continued fucking you through your high, the pleasure almost too much.

"Cum inside her," Steve growled, his cock hardening inside your gaping ass even more.

Eddie's thrusts grew more frantic, powerful, as he chased his orgasm. The thought of his warm seed filling you up made your walls clamp around their cocks and it sent the both of them over the edge.

"Shit, you're such a good girl, such a good boy," Steve moaned as he and Eddie came inside your holes simultaneously. The feeling of warmth being spurted into both of your holes was enough to make you cum again and you gripped the sheets tightly until your knuckles turned white.

After catching your breath, you rolled off Eddie's body.

"I wanna see you fuck him," you said, turning to Eddie, "fuck him as good as you fucked me."

Steve's cock throbbed at the thought and Eddie's eyes darkened with lust.

Steve bent over on the bed and you positioned yourself under him, moving down to his cock while Eddie was behind him, stroking himself. He used the precum to lubricate Steve's hole and his own cock.

"You ready baby?" you asked, from under him, stroking his large, hard dick. He nodded desperately and as he did, Eddie slowly pushed into his hole.

It was painful at first seeing as this was his first time doing anal.

"So tight," Eddie lowly muttered and Steve moaned in response. When he began adjusting to his size, Eddie's pace quickened and his fingernails dug deep into Steve's hips.

"Suck his dick," he demanded and you eagerly obliged.

You took ahold of Steve's leaking cock and guided into your mouth. You suctioned your lips as he whimpered on top of you.

"Tell us how good it feels," Eddie demanded.

Steve could barely form a word, he was too caught up in pleasure. You swirled your tongue around the mushroom tip before taking him down your throat and bobbing your head faster.

Steve winced as Eddie's ring clad hand came down on his ass with a stinging slap. "I said, tell us how good it feels."

"F-feels so good, so so good, gonna cum Eddie," Steve sobbed.

"Good boy," Eddie whispered.

He gripped Steve's hair, pulling him roughly back against his chest, making his cock slip from your mouth with a loud pop. He wrapped his hand around his neck, the cold rings making Steve shiver.

"I didn't tell you to stop doll, keep sucking his dick until he cums," Eddie said, sternly.

You obeyed him, going on your knees with your ass in the air and sucking Steve's throbbing cock.

"Fuck, gonna cum inside your ass baby," Eddie moaned.

You bobbed your head as fast as you could, matching Eddie's pace before Steve spurted into your mouth. Eddie came soon after, releasing inside Steve's ass before pulling out and letting you clean him off with your tongue.

You swallowed both their seeds happily and you all collapsed on the bed, panting. Steve spooned Eddie while Eddie spooned you and drew circles on your hand.

Not a word needed to be said, you all laid there in comfortable silence until peaceful sleep came upon you. Your plan had worked.

A/N: This was rushed but I hope you guys liked it😭Literally obsessed with them both, reblog, like, requests are open and not my gif xx

Billy Wants a Woman - B.H.

Pairing: PlusSize!Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

Rating: E - MINORS!DNI

CW & WC: 5.4k — body image but like, you take it like a champ for the most part. Slightly jealous billy? Reader teases tf out of him. Smut! Oral (f & m receiving), dirty talk, p in v. can i get an amen for friends to lovers trope? OOC for billy. (Cross posted from my ao3)

Summary: You saw Billy for who he really was… a boy who was severely damaged and just needed to feel like he was loved somehow, even if that love was in the form of fake friendships from the majority of the student population and easy girls looking to know what California tasted like. Or the one where you are Billy’s only real friend and you guys fall in love once he finally sees how hot you can look.

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When Billy moved to Hawkins with the rest of his dysfunctional family, it wasn’t hard to notice how unamused he was with all of it. Disdain was shown by Billy when it had become apparent that he would have to drive Max to and from school everyday. Billy was disturbed by how many hicks openly walked around this shit hole town. Furthermore, he was impassioned with how much pressure he put himself under, day in and day out, to make himself seem macho to everyone else who would never see what happens behind his front door. 

Then he met you. You had been able to create amusement in the dull evenings in this shit hole town, around all these hicks, without being bothered by how much he projected his own insecurities that he had never admitted. All the while making driving Max around worth it because you chipped in a few bucks for gas here and there just because you could. You saw Billy for who he really was… a boy who was severely damaged and just needed to feel like he was loved somehow, even if that love was in the form of fake friendships from the majority of the student population and easy girls looking to know what California tasted like. 

Neither one of you really remembers how your friendship was formed. If it had been like the movies you’ve watched, he would have never given you the time of day to begin with. Because if your life was one of those movies, it would be like that one scene when the least desired girl walks past the lead role with heart eyes while he’s walking to his insanely hot girlfriend. The same girlfriend that’s using cigarettes and dick as meal replacements. Because that’s not you… and it's not hard to see. You’ve always been the heavy girl and you’ve come to accept that. 

“Hey Billy…” You start to say, flipping through a magazine while he wrenches on something under the hood of his car. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing, just grunts as a way to acknowledge that he’s listening. “Cassidy Wymen, ya’know the only sophomore in advanced bio this year? She was crying in the bathroom today because she said you had turned her down on account of her boobs being too small.” A chuckle leaves your lips as you recount looking right at her chest when she had said what Billy allegedly told her. When you look up, Billy meets your eyes and wipes his hands on the grease rag.

“Yeah? Well, tough tits.” You both laughed at his joke, but Billy continued on with what he needed to say. “I don’t know Y/N… I mean, we’re seniors now. I guess my tastes are changing a little bit. I’m feeling more like a grown man - like a real grown ass man - so it feels eh… weird… to be feeling on tits a boy would be feelin’ up on.” Billy’s nonchalant nature of his explanation stirred more questions than you had anticipated. When you brought it up, it was because you wanted to tell Billy to at least be nicer to the girls he knew are less experienced in the art of awkward high school hookup culture. It’s not even like you knew from first hand experience… Billy had just explained everything to you so that you wouldn’t get your heart broken. 

“Wait, so you’re saying that a rack like Regan Convery’s is now more your speed?” You asked. It was no secret that Regan was working with less than a D-cup, but her waist and rib cage to breast ratio definitely made them look bigger than they actually were. Billy just shrugged and furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Yeah, I guess. I mean she’s, like, probably the only one at our school that’s gonna be sizing up a cup size before the second coming.” Billy jokes. You both chuckle at his joke. Yeah, but I know mine are bigger, You think to yourself. Having to attend gym class and get dressed in front of some of the student body, you may or may not have compared your body to your peers’. They always had thinner arms, flatter stomachs, and narrower thighs… but you always had bigger boobs. 

“Aye, when you find out who has bigger boobs than Regan, make sure she doesn’t have braces. You don’t need a repeat of the Amanda incident.” You say as you start walking towards your house. On the days Billy works on his car, you’re glad that you live on the same street as him because you know there’s no way in hell he’d drive his baby anywhere in such a trying time. 

As you’re about to open your front door to your house, you hear Billy holler back, “Dear lord, Y/N.” And you close the door with a chuckle.

A few days later, you and Billy decided to sneak into your parent’s alcohol cabinet late in the evening. To be fair, it was a Saturday night where he didn’t need to take Max anywhere and your parents were out of town on an impromptu honeymoon redo. It was clearly the only logical thing to do. 

“Alright, Y/N… I can’t be the only one getting action around here. I mean, your parents are probably even boning more than you are.” Billy half yells, passing the bottle to you . A fake gagging noise from him making that comment about your parents makes him wholeheartedly laugh. You take a swig from the bottle and lean back, letting your arm support your new position. 

“First of all, gross. Second of all, I probably would be fucking someone if there was someone to fuck. I mean, c’mon Billy… get real. I don’t know a single person who wants to have sex with me.” You shake your head at the last few words and pass the bottle back to Billy.

“I know someone…” Your ears perk up. “Daniel Williams said he’d totally bang you if- ah, don’t worry. Never mind… he was being a dick about it.” Billy stammered. He busied himself from your stare by crawling over to your record player and starting up one of the vinyls he brought over. 

“What the fuck, Billy. You can’t just say shit like ‘Ah, don’t worry… Nevermind..’ and expect me to just be content.” You said while mocking him with a funny voice.

“Y/N, I don't sound like that.” He said. You gave him a look that could only be translated as ‘Hurry up and tell me already’. Billy sighed, sat back in front of you on the floor, and handed you the bottle before he started talking again. “Look, he was seriously being a dick about it and I already told him that if he ever said this to you, we’d both knock his teeth in… but he had said that he’d be totally down to fuck if you’d be down to keep it in secret…” You were confused at first, because that’s what Billy did with more than half the girls he slept with. So you didn’t understand why he was so upset with Daniel for saying the same thing, until you heard the next thing he said, “… because you’re shaped like the icebox in his basement.”

Billy fully anticipated for you to be hurt by this, so he was nervous when you started to cackle. Tears were forming in your eyes from how hard you were laughing at this point and Billy was starting to look uncomfortable. “Oh Billy, that is the funniest thing I’ve heard since you told me you were going to stop smoking.” You sighed once your laughing fit calmed itself down. 

“How’s that funny to you? I swear, if you were any other girl, you’d probably cry from how fucked up that was.” Billy shakes his head, unable to wrap his head around the thought of a girl laughing at being made fun of.

“Well, duh, because it’s not true. It just looks true because I wear baggy shirts.” You explain. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t normally wear clothes that show my figure because old fucks can’t mind their business.” You get up, walk to your closet, and start looking for that one dress you had bought for your trip to Texas last summer. Walking into the hallway for privacy, you quickly change into it. It fits a little bit tighter than it did last year, but this will just help prove your point more. Your boobs fill it in more, even having a little overflow. The dress does wonders to camouflage your stomach pouch and accentuate the inward curve of your waist that leads to the outward curves of your hips and ass.

Before walking back into your room, you peek your head through the door to Billy who had now moved to sit on your bed. “Alright dude, close your eyes and then I’ll tell you when to open them,” You say. Billy rolls his eyes, but complies. Walking into your room slowly, you start to feel a little nervous. Billy has never seen you dressed like this. It’s not like you’re hoping he’d find you attractive or anything, but you definitely would be pissed if he said something fucked up. At the end of the day, he really is the only person you value the opinion of. When you’re finally standing right in front of him, you poke him right in the forehead and he opens his eyes.

“Goddamn, Y/N…” He stammers. Billy sits up straight and shifts his eyes around your body, quickly scanning over the many parts that appeal to him. You turn around to your vanity to find the bottle. Grabbing it, you catch the reflection of Billy behind you staring right at your ass. The dress was just barely long enough to cover everything. You cough a little after taking a swig, causing you and Billy to lock eyes through the mirror. “I mean, uh, you look very nice.” Billy says, then clears his throat.

Turning around to walk back to him, you ask, “Do you think I look like Daniel’s fucking icebox?” The nervous part of you doesn’t want to know what his answer is, but the part that values his opinion - and tipsy part - needs to hear what he thinks. He just shakes his head and grabs the bottle from your grasp. Taking a sip, then placing it on the floor by his feet, Billy just stares you right in the eyes.

“Nah, Y/N… I’d have to say you look like… like…” The intensity of his eyes on you becomes too much to handle, so you turn away with heat rushing to your face. He quickly grabs you by the hand to stop you from walking away from him, and says, “You look, like, really hot. I’m sorry, I just didn’t know how to just say it. Y/N, c’mon just look at me for a second.” He coaxes and then continues, “As your friend, that happens to be a guy, I’d totally bang you if you didn’t already know I was a man-whore.” Laughter filled the room from both of you.  The feeling of the alcohol started to become more prominent in your body and you grabbed onto Billy’s shoulders to maintain your balance. Billy’s hand instinctively went to your waist to support your swaying. Taking the opportunity, Billy looked where his hand had landed and soaked in the way it looked around your curves. As if his feet had a mind of their own, he stepped closer to you so that now the both of you had the opportunity to smell the alcohol radiating off of yourselves.

“Hey Y/N, I think I found out who has bigger tits than Regan. Can you just do me a favor and smile?” He asks. You chuckle and push at his chest to gain distance. Walking back to your closet, you say over your shoulder, “You already know I don’t have braces, you fuckhead.” You start skimming through your clothes in your closet to keep yourself busy. There’s no way you’re about to let Billy see how much he has you blushing from his little joke. 

“You should wear something nice and tight to school on Monday and make Daniel cream his pants.” Billy suggested. You pondered that scenario for a few seconds, but shook your head. 

“If I’m going to wear something like that, it's not going to be for Daniel.” You turn around and see Billy had taken a seat on your bed again, but this time he had made himself more comfortable with your pillows. Even taking one to put on his lap so that he could rest his arms more comfortably. Your brain is fuzzy from the alcohol and from seeing Billy so comfortable, so you cross your arms and rest your weight on one leg - cocking your hip to that side in the process - to be able to give yourself time to think of what you were going to say next. But as you watch Billy’s eyes scan the way your tits squeeze closer to each other, and the way he shifts the pillow in his lap, the lightbulb in your head lights up. No, it doesn’t just light up, it bursts. Your plan forms so quickly in your head, you barely have time to process it before Billy can meet your eyes again. You’re not going to wear something nice and tight for Daniel, no. Not at all. You’re going to wear something nice and tight for Billy and he’s not gonna know what hit him.

You give yourself one last one over in front of the hallway mirror before heading out the front door. It’s Monday morning and Billy should be waiting outside with Max at his car. You’re following your plan, fully hoping it would work, but also feeling like it might fail. You’re wearing a denim skirt you know is long enough to not get you dress coded, but short enough to catch Billy’s attention and one of his shirts that you tied in a knot at your waist to show off your hips. Walking out to the car, Max and Billy look up at you.

“Holy shit Y/N, you look hot!” Max says in disbelief. She climbs into the backseat as you patiently wait to get into the passenger. You thank her as you close the door. Billy takes a second, but he finally gets into the car and roars it to life. Being dressed like this, Billy can’t help but notice the way your boobs jiggle at every bump and pothole in the roads. When you’re too distracted talking to Max, he tilts his rear view mirror to align with your chest so he has a better view of them. Within no time, he’s pulling into the middle school’s side of the parking lot. Knowing that you’d have to get out for Max, you deliberately put on a show of arching your back while climbing out the car.

“Bye Max, I’ll see you later” You say as she skates away. Climbing back into the car, you look over to him already staring right at you. “What? Is something the matter?” You ask Billy.

“No, I just thought you weren’t going to do this. Ya’know, I thought you weren’t going to fuck with Daniel like this.” He said, his eyes shifting back to the front of the car so that he could drive the both of you to his parking space. 

“Oh, I’m not. I just thought it would be a cool idea to see who else would be totally down to fuck me and not want to keep it in secret.” You replied right as he was parking. You quickly get out of the car and start walking to the building, leaving him scrambling to get out of the car. You holler over your shoulder at him, “If you hear anything, tell me. I want names and specifics!” Saying this, you hope it would make Billy get in his head. But there’s only one way to find out… and you’d have to wait until the end of the day when school was out to see if it worked.

The whole ride back to your neighborhood was quiet. Well, except for Max. “I don’t know how, but there were kids in my school that heard about you Y/N. The first rumor was that you were a new kid, then the next rumor was that you had plastic surgery over the weekend. Ah, you should have heard it.” She said as she leaned forward so that she could be between you and Billy. You just chuckled and left her to her thoughts. Billy stayed quiet…  Getting out of the car, you ask Billy if he had gotten the notes during the part of history class that you ‘totally spaced out’ during. “Yeah, here’s my notebook. Just make sure to grab it and bring it in the morning.”

“Wait no, just come over really quickly. I can just jot it down and hand it right over.” You counter. He stares at you for a second before walking in the direction of your house with you. 

“Thank you, Billy.” You say, drawing out the end of his name. The both of you walk up the stairs with you leading the way. You make it a point to sway your hips with every step. 

“So… Do I have any admirers?” You ask once you sit down at your desk. You won't tell Billy this, but you have all the notes you needed from today’s lesson. In fact, you have more than he does. You just wanted to get him alone. He lays down on your bed with a grunt. If he had a choice, he wouldn’t want you to ask that question at all. In frustration, he closes his eyes as he lays.

“Yeah, you do.” He says. His short answer doesn't satisfy you, so you hum in encouragement for him to continue while you pretend to copy his notes. “I fucking caught Steve Harrington catching flies with his mouth during second period. Then in third period, in history, I saw our teacher fix his pants about a gazillion times. I mean, what a pervert…” He huffs. He’s clearly getting irritated recalling how your history teacher reacted. “…And then in the locker room, oh god they wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Tommy and Derek kept going on and on about how they’d just love to ‘taste that sweetness’ and watch your boobs boun- ya’know what? Forget it. They were saying very distasteful things about you.” He sighed. Hearing Billy say distasteful and boobs in the same sentence was unheard of so, naturally, you turn to him in a questioning nature.

“You’re mad at them for being distasteful? Billy, I’m almost certain you’ve said something along those lines about many girls.” You say. Standing up and walking over to your bed, Billy continues to rest his eyes. He doesn't notice your presence until you sit on the edge next to him. “Why are you mad about it, Billy?” You ask.

“Am not. My head just hurts from idiots.” He replies. But he won’t meet your eyes, so you know he’s lying. “Nuh uh, Billy. You’re full of shit right now. Why’re you so bothered about it?” You continue to nudge him with your hand and encourage him to tell you what’s got him so pissed. “Oh, come on Billy. Just tell me!” You push on his chest and nudge his side with your hips. Your smile drops when he snaps and finally spills.

“I’m just- ugh! I just don't know how to feel because when they were saying how they’d just love to see how your big tits bounced as you ride their cocks, I couldn’t help but think the same thing… and it's too much. I’ve never thought about you that way…” You stand up from where you had been sitting and fully turn your body to look at him. “… Y/N, I’m sorry.” He sits up to the edge of the bed so that he could meet you eye to eye more easily. Billy dons the look of shame as he bows his head. But you don't let him look that way for long. Slowly, mustering up every ounce of courage you had, you placed your hand on the back of his head and guide it so that he was looking back up at you.

“What if I wanted you to think of me like that?” You asked. Confused, Billy cocks his head to the side. You ask again, “What if I wore this outfit, specifically with your shirt, so that you would think of me like that? I know how you were looking at me when I showed you my dress…” Pushing him backwards by his shoulders, you crawled onto your bed so that your legs sat on either side of his hips. Out of instinct, Billy placed his hands on your hips. Billy was too stunned by what you were doing and saying to answer you. Leaning down to get closer, you whisper, “I know you were hiding a boner that night. You totally want to bone me, huh?” 

“So what if I do?” He counters in a defensive tone. You lean back up, shifting your weight around to find a more comfortable angle for your hips, and ask, “So why don’t you?” Within a matter of seconds, Billy’s grip on your hips tighten and he flips the both of you over so that he is now hovering over you. Your legs find a comfortable position around his hips as he balances most of his weight on his right arm with his other hand still grabbing your hip.

“Do you actually want this, Y/N?” You nod your head and let out a quiet ‘yes’, not trusting your voice. Being able to feel the weight of his hips pressed against your groin was intoxicating, so you roll your hips up to gain more pleasure. Billy groans and drops his face to the crook of your neck, placing sloppy kisses and lightly nipping at the skin. “All day, I’ve been thinking about how fucking oblivious I’ve been to what you look like… how much time I’ve wasted not being able to know what your curves feel like… not knowing what this juicy cunt tastes like…” He trails off as the hand he had on your hip moves under your skirt, not stopping his attention to your neck. A breathy moan falls from your lips when you feel the palm of his hand press against where your clit would be, but your puffy lips hide it from him. 

“Y/N, you’re my only real friend - my best friend - so I’m not going to bullshit you here.” A lump starts to form in your throat, thinking Billy was going to tell you that he couldn’t do this because of your friendship. Or how he couldn’t do this because he wouldn't want it getting out that you two had done this. So what he said next surprised you, “I don't think I can do this if you want to keep it a secret. In fact, I won't do this if I’m not allowed to walk you into school tomorrow and show everyone that you’re my girl… so just tell me now to stop if that’s not something you want from me.”

Instead of saying anything, you grab Billy’s face and kiss him. Taking the kiss as permission to go farther, he dipped his finger under the side of your panties. Dipping into your wetness, Billy trailed his finger up through your folds to your clit and started pleasing you with a slow side to side movement. You broke the kiss, moaning his name, and looked down to where his hand was hidden under your skirt. When you look back at him, he’s already looking right at you; studying the way your eyebrows furrow and mouth hangs open from the pleasure he’s giving you. Billy stops his motions and slowly pops his finger into his mouth, never breaking eye contact. “Damn, Y/N… With a pussy that sweet, I don't think I’ll need to have a piece of candy for the rest of my life.” And with that, Billy was moving off the bed to kneel between your legs.

Delicately, Billy removed your panties. This confused you, so you went to unbutton your skirt so that you would be completely bare for him, but he stopped your movements, “No way, Y/N… I’ve been thinking all day about how much I wanted to hide my head under this damn skirt and make you squirm. It’s staying on.” And with that, Billy moved your hands to the side of your body, shifted the skirt up slightly to give you some slack, and picked your legs up so that they were supported on his shoulders. He gave you a devious smile and a wink before disappearing under the skirt. Billy didn’t ease his way into pleasuring you, he just drove straight in. 

“Oh my God, Billy! Fuck…” You draw out. Your back arches off of your bed as pornographic moans leave your lips. Billy kept your hips as steady as he could, but you were still able to get little bucks in here and there. You felt his tongue go wide at your hole, lapping up all of your juices, before returning back to your clit. Burrowing his lips and tongue between your puffy lips to find your clit again, Billy began sucking steadily on it. The intense pleasure he was giving you made you produce high pitched moans, each one coming out with each exhale. You knew you weren’t going to last long if he stayed at this speed, but you were adamant on wanting to cum from him fucking you.

“Billy, stop…” You grabbed him by his head and yanked him off your clit with a satisfying pop. He looked at you like he did something wrong, but you spoke before he could ask, “I wanna cum on your cock.” Billy groans and bites his lip at hearing this. You both start stripping away at your clothes, throwing them into a mixed pile on the ground. Before Billy knows it, you’re pushing him down so that he was then sitting on the bed and you were the one kneeling before him this time. 

“Aw, fuck yeah. You gonna be a good girl and suck my cock?” He asks with a smirk. Looking up at Billy, you nod your head and make it a point to put on a little show for him. You start by slowly rubbing your hands up and down the inside of his thighs, barely letting the tips of your fingernails lightly drag across his skin. All while maintaining eye contact with him, you grab him and guide his tip to your mouth. Little by little, you allow most of his member to slip into your mouth until it hits the back of your throat. Billy’s eyes fluttered shut, “Fuck, just like that.” He moaned out.

Picking up the speed, loud wet sounds filled the room alongside Billy’s moans and whimpers. You shouldn’t be so surprised with how thick his cock is, but you are. Especially since your jaw is already starting to feel uncomfortable after such a little amount of time of blowing him. Even if Billy hadn’t eaten you out, you know that seeing him and hearing him like this would have gotten you just as wet. He doesn't let you continue for too long before he's pulling your mouth off of his cock and guiding you to lay down on the bed. 

“I thought you wanted me to ride your cock so you could see my tits bounce.” 

“Oh trust me Y/N, I’ll get my chance to see that next time. Just lay back and relax.” He replied. Grabbing the base of his cock, Billy dragged his tip through your folds. Teasing you, he tapped your clit causing both of you to whimper in anticipation. He looked at you for a second to see if there was any hesitation showing in your face. And when he didn’t see any, he started to press the tip in. Billy takes his time pushing himself all the way in, giving you enough time in between shallow thrusts to adjust to his size. You never ever thought in a million years that you would actually be under your best friend, waiting for him to fuck the daylights out of you. But when you thought about it, which was more times than youd like to admit, you didn’t account for how potentially thick he could be. So when he fully bottoms out, you cannot help but think how incredibly full and stretched out you feel. 

“Y/N… uh- baby…” Billy moans, continuing his slow and shallow thrusts. “Your pussy feels so good, I dont know how long I’m going to last.” With a strained look on his face, you watch through fluttering lashes as he changes the pace to slow and long thrusts. With Billy fucking you at this pace, you can feel him hit your sweet spot every time he goes to the hilt.

“Me neither. Fuck me, Billy. Make me cum on your thick, strong cock.” You moan out. The way you spoke to Billy was not something he’d ever expect from you, but it was also not something he’d ever get tired of. Your words did something to him and it was soon thereafter that he began pounding you into your bed. Loud, wet smacks of skin, with a mixture of both of your moans, filled the room. Snaking your hand down to rub your clit, you focused on aiding yourself in reaching your own climax. Billy noticed what you were doing and reached out to roll one of your nipples between his fingers before leaning down to latch onto the other one with his mouth. The same mouth that latched onto your clit in a similar way. Just thinking about what his lips and tongue were doing to you earlier, and what they were doing to you now, pushed you right to your climax.

Screaming his name, you cum hard. Billy’s hips stutter in rhythm when he feels how your walls squeeze him almost impossibly tight. “Where? Hurry baby, tell me where…” he pants. You could tell him to pull out and cum anywhere he aimed like you told previous partners, but you didn’t want to. Billy was different… Billy meant something to you. So you said, “In me. Fill me up, Billy.” 

Billy leaned down and began pounding you at a speed you weren’t aware he was capable of. Billy was pure animalistic with his thrusts, growling out, “Fuck, taking my cock like a good girl.” His words and the way he was pounding you started to push you towards another climax. Nipping at your earlobe, he asked, “Are you going to milk my balls with your tight pussy?” You nod your head frantically and let out high pitched moans with every breath. Billy grabbed a fistful of hair for purchase , causing a delightful amount of pain for you. Feeling like Billy was there to keep you in that position, making you take his cock, you began unraveling. Your walls clenched down on his cock, fluttering with every thrust he made.

With only a few more thrust left in him, Billy pushed himself all the way into you and held himself there. When you thought Billy was done cumming, and working on slipping himself out, he roughly pounded himself into your overstimulated pussy a few more times accompanied by deep grunts that punctuated each one.  When he had finally rolled off of you and was laying by your side, you both looked at each other and let out a few chuckles. Billy grabbed you and rolled you onto your side so that both of you could look at each other. Neither one of you did say anything for a beat; just stared and drank each other in.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask him.

“Don't worry about it sweetheart…” He trailed off. He brought his hand up to the side of your face and ghosted his thumb in soft circles.

Did Billy hate Hawkins? Absolutely. But he knew that as long as you were by his side, his life here would be more bearable until he left. And now that being just friends was no longer an option, he knew that he would do anything to get you to leave this shit hole, hick infested town with him. But until then, he was perfectly content with laying with you on your bed

The Closer I Get 13

Warnings: this fic will include dark content including rape/noncon, possessiveness, jealousy, fatphobic attitudes, gaslighthing.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You meet the God of Thunder by chance only to find yourself swept up in the whirlwind of his attention. (chubby/short!reader)

Characters: Thor

Note: As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Shrek loves Fiona. Take care. 💖

You stand at the counter, leaning against the little round ledge of laminate as you wait for your order. Despite the distance, you beat the fill at the pharmacy. Anxiously, almost erratic, you pick your nails as you watch the workers in white coats and name tags at their work, like ants in a hill.

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himerostia

pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

summary: Amortentia is the most powerful love potion. Fred decides to create something similar, Himerostia. While creating the potion things go wrong, putting the two of you in a precarious situation.

wc: 3.9k

warnings: 18+, mdni, smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex (m to f), blow job, vaginal sex, cream pie, consensual non-consensual (it’s because sex pollen), multiple orgasms 

a/n: this is my first time writing like a sex pollen style fic so please be kind. i also plan on writing a feral!remus fic along the same-ish lines. also himeros is the erote of sexual desire and unrequited love. so that’s why i called it himerostia

“Is that another batch of love potion?” 

“Nope, something special.” Fred’s eyes glinted as they flicked up from the cauldron to your gaze. A subtle smirk adorned his face. You remember the day he came to you, asking for your expert opinion on how to make love potion. As much as you didn’t want to tell him you did, feelings mudding your opinion. It was no secret that you liked Fred, he even knew. A long drunken night at Hogwarts had revealed that ‘secret’. 

“Something special? I’m not sure if I can trust that, Weasley.” 

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