nat cade :)

22 / they/them / "you must have been something special to me cause after all this time, i kept your picture in my shoebox."

[nattyreads]

hello! i'm natasha, you can call me natasha or nat, i use they/them pronouns please be respectful of that :)

i'm 21, my birthday is july 24th<3!

i have a boyfriend, his names theo. we have a daughter, luna.

my main is: @natashasera :)

[wasteddmoondust]

little family || remus lupin

pairing: remus lupin x reader 1,258 words, single mom! reader, established relationship, FLUFFY FLUFF, kid fic, maybe i just crave domesticity a/n: back to back fics like who is she... (had this in the drafts for a WHILE) omfg guys this was soooo crazy indulgent I'm gong crazy no i did not proof read but i hope you like it anway

Remus is just about to leave work when he gets the call. He sees your contact name pop up on his screen, Y/N <3.

"Hello?" he says when he picks up the call.

"Hi, Re," you reply. You voice sounds rushed and anxious. "Do you happen to be free today?"

"I am, love. What is it?" he asks softly, stopping in his tracks to listen to you.

"Something came up at work today that I have to stay and handle, could you pick up Lyla from daycare?"

Lyla, a little girl equivalent to a ball of sunshine. Though you had only been dating for over a year, he sees her as his own.

"Of course I will. I'll bring her back to yours?"

"Yes please, thank you so much. I'll buy takeout for dinner when I'm done. You okay with that?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll go pick her up now."

He hears you heave a sigh of relief over the phone. "I appreciate you so much, I love you."

He smiles. "I love you, too. I'll see you later."

Remus reaches the daycare and realises he doesn't know what he's supposed to do. He walks by the window and sees Lyla colouring in her classroom. She notices the movement and looks up from her drawing. He can't hear her through the window but she's jumping around and cheering at the sight of him, waving excitedly.

He waves back at her, smiling, then notices one of her teachers gesturing to meet her at the entrance.

She gets past the gate to the classroom, leaving Lyla behind. "Hi, I know you're here for Lyla but since you're not her mum I'm going to need your ID," she says pulling out a file from one of the shelves.

He pulls out his wallet and gives it to her and watches her scan a list of what seems to be names of parents of the children.

She takes a few seconds and finally says, "Ah yes, Remus Lupin. You're on her list. I'll get her for you." He watches the teacher look into the classroom and call Lyla.

And then he realises. He's on the list. He's on the list of people who can pick Lyla up from daycare. You put him on the list of people who can pick Lyla up from daycare.

He's snapped out of his thoughts when he hears Lyla's voice. "Remoose!" she yells, running up to him.

"Hiya, angel," he says and picks her up. His heart melts as she immediately wraps her arms around his neck for a hug. "Mummy will join us later, but for now it's just you and me, okay?"

"We can watch TV?" she asks. "And then- then play toys?"

"Mhm, that sounds like a good plan," Remus replies, and they head to your home.

Later, you turn your key to your flat and open the door. You can hear the television playing a movie and the sound of your daughter's laughter. You kick off your shoes and walk into the living room.

Remus is covered in the fake makeup from Lyla's child-friendly kit. His hair is also adorned with little flower hair clips. He sits cross-legged on the floor while she sits in his lap.

"Looks like you had a lot of fun without me, hm?" you say. Lyla jumps at the sound of your voice, immediately running to you.

"Mummy! Remus fetched me today!"

"I know, darling," you kiss her cheek. "I asked him to. Did he take good care of you?"

She nods aggressively. She runs back to Remus, who is already walking up to you.

"Well don't you look pretty today," you tease. He smiles and breathes a soft laugh.

"My makeup artist is talented. She's very serious about this," he presses a kiss to your forehead. "You hungry? I can heat up dinner."

"That'd be great, and then it's time for this bug to go to bed," you pick up Lyla. "Isn't that right?"

She lays her head on your shoulder, visibly getting sleepy as it gets closer to her usual bedtime.

"Say good night to Remus?" you turn your body, so she faces him.

Remus bends down to kiss her hair, "Good night, angel."

Lyla slowly closes her eyes, "G'night..."

Putting your baby to bed goes smoothly, and she easily winds down as she is tucked into bed. She snuggles into her blanket and looks up at you.

"I like it when Remus fetches me from school," you hear her mumble.

You smile at that. "Really?"

She nods. "I really like Remus."

"I really like Remus too, darling."

"I think you get very happy around him, Mummy," she whispers. "You were not very happy last year, but now I see you be happy with him. So I'm happy."

You feel your heart do something. Jump? Lurch? Lyla was right, being a single parent comes with its challenges and you can admit a lot of late nights were spent biting your nails and wiping tears from your cheeks. You tried your best to prevent her from seeing you in that state, but you know she's observant enough for her age.

And that's why you're so thankful to have met Remus. He accepted you despite the fact you had a whole child. He saw you not only as you but also as the mother of your child. He understood that Lyla would always be a priority to you over romance (unlike most men you've met). Despite all its complications, he has been able to fit into your lives as if he's already meant to be there.

A prime example could be taken from today. Surely he could've said no to picking up Lyla from daycare, he's just her mother's boyfriend, after all. But he agreed and handled the rest.

"He does make me really happy," you say to her. "Does he make you happy too?"

"Mhm! He always plays with me and watches shows with me. He also hugs me and kisses me. He makes me happy. He's like my Daddy."

You chuckle, trying to hide the way your heart is going crazy at that. Somehow, you take the leap. "You want Remus to be your Daddy?"

"Can I call him my Daddy?" she asks, her eyes hopeful.

"You'll have to ask him tomorrow," you say, and you wonder what his reaction would be.

"Okay, I'll ask him tomorrow. Good night, Mummy."

You kiss her forehead, "Good night, darling."

You walk out of her room to see Remus placing your plate of food on the table for you. Without saying anything, you approach him and hug him. He hugs you back.

He is silent for a while, swaying your body slowly as you hug. "You were in there for a while, what were you talking about?" he mumbles into your hair.

You take a deep breath and look up at him, chin resting on your chest. "I love you," you say.

He furrows his brows but nods anyway. "I love you, too."

"Lyla wants to call you her dad."

Remus stops swaying. What is he thinking?

"Okay," he says, simply.

You jerk your head back, "Really?"

"Of course, I love her too, you know. I'd be honoured."

Chuckling, you bury your head into his chest and squeeze him. You feel him press a kiss into your hair.

"We're like a little family," he whispers to you. And you can see it too. You, your daughter, and Remus altogether as one.

And there's honestly nothing you want more than that.

a/n: SO LIKE UM this has been in the drafts about the same time as the james one like i said this is just very very indulgent brainrot i still have plans for the james series!!!!!!! ty sm for your support <3 likes and reblogs are always appreciated.

[ladyofhellhounds]

Mother figure

(not my gif)

Requested: Nope

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie needs help buying an engagement ring, his mom is gone, Joyce Byers is not.

Warnings: None

A/N: Might edit this later to add more details

Marriage is something Eddie never thought he would want, mainly because, as the freak of Hawkins, he believed that no one would want to date him. Unexpectedly, after surviving the Upside Down, Vecna, and being declared not guilty by the authorities, he found love in his new friend, who also happened to be part of his new group of friends with Dustin, Steve, and the Wheelers before he met them.

Eds had seen you before the chaos with Vecna. He had seen you thanks to Dustin and Mike because when Steve was busy, it was you who picked them up after Hellfire.

In his memory was, having thought about how Henderson and Wheeler knew such a pretty girl. Several times he thought about approaching you, but what was the point?

He was a freak, and you, my God, you were a vision. A vision of what he had always imagined when he thought of his ideal: beautiful, kind, generous, funny, and cute. Scared of possible rejection, he never spoke to you or tried anything. It was a shame considering you had noticed him before too, and you thought he was gorgeous, how girls in Hawkins were ignoring such a handsome guy?

But life gives you what you need, even if it's not when you expect it or how you expect it. In his case, he had to go through a murder accusation and almost die in the Upside Down. The first time you spoke to him was in his hideout, where he almost attacked Steve with a broken bottle.

"Eddie, wait, no! Like Dustin said, we're on your side! Please let Steve go..." He looked at you in surprise, as he hadn't even noticed you were there because you had been standing behind Robin and Max. Without even knowing you, he felt relieved to see you standing there with the others, that you were on his side and didn't believe he was a murderer, which certainly made him feel a little better. "Please let Steve go, I swear, we believe you. I don't think you hurt Chrissy" You looked him in the eyes

That's how it started. Throughout the investigation to find out more about Vecna, you decided to stay with Eddie because you didn't think it was fair that he had to be alone. That's how you became friends, exchanging words, experiences, jokes, longing gazes, and little touches that made your attraction obvious. After pulling him out of the Upside Down, nearly dead, you stayed with him in the hospital and afterward. He would always be grateful for that.

Now, years after those incidents and with you as his girlfriend, Eddie felt he couldn't ask for more, at least until you started living together and adopted a cat. He had never felt so happy and peaceful in his life, although of course, being used to the chaos in his family and then his life, you came along like a breath of fresh air for him.

"Y/N babe..." You were both still in bed in the morning, you were still asleep next to him wearing only underwear and one of his T-shirts. Even with your hair all messy, you were still beautiful in his eyes. He laughed softly when you just grumbled and covered yourself with the comforter up to your head. "Honey... we have to go grocery shopping, the fridge is completely empty." Again, you grumbled in protest, and he smiled when he saw the figure moving under the covers.

"Go by yourself, Munson, it's too early." You uncovered your eyes just to look at him, he laughed, and from the expression in your eyes, he could see that you were smiling. He looked you straight in the eyes, smiling broadly, then threw himself on top of you and kissed you all over your face while listening to your laughter, which had become one of his favorite sounds.

Maybe it was simple, but it was in that simple moment that he began to think about making you his wife, spending his whole life with you and growing old with you. It would be his dream come true... but first he wanted to talk to someone about his feelings, the implications of getting married and maybe the proposal.

He needed advice. That made him sad, because of course he had Wayne to discuss it with, but in an ideal world he would have his mom to support him, guide him, and give him her opinions, which he was sure would be good. She would have adored you, not only for staying with Eddie in his worst moments, but for your nature of always helping others, of being kind, generous, funny, and above all because you never judged her son for being different. You always respected him and saw him as the human being he is. That kind of thing is what Eds' heart longed for. His mother, a mother figure, was what he needed most at that moment, but unfortunately, he didn't have one.

Of course, Dustin's mother adored him but couldn't keep secrets, Karen seemed like an incredible mother but they weren't really close, and on the other hand, the person who seemed like a good option... Joyce always seemed incredible to him, and now that he was good friends with Jonathan, he thought it was an excellent option to ask her for help. He always heard the kids and you speaking about how Joyce was such a sunshine and an amazing woman.

Eddie felt insecure because he didn't want to be inappropriate or upset Joyce, but she knew you very well and could help him choose a ring, especially one that wasn't too expensive, since his job as a bartender wasn't bad, but not high enough to buy what he thought you deserved. That's why he just wanted to find a nice, reasonably priced ring that you would like.

One afternoon when you were working, Eddie took advantage of his day off to go to the Byers' house, hoping to get some support. He overthought the whole way there how you would react to the proposal.

You were going to say yes, right? He thought about what marriage would be like, having children, he thought about so many things over and over again that his hands began to sweat and he felt a knot in his stomach. He really hoped that everything went well, he didn't want to make Joyce uncomfortable.

"Okay... here we are," Ed whispered to himself and knocked on the door nervously, not knowing if Joyce would think it was strange that he was there. Seconds later, she opened the door smiling and, as always, very friendly.

"Eddie! How are you? I'm sorry, but Jon went out with Will." She saw how he was staring at her. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

"Yes... I just didn't come for Jonathan, actually... I was wondering if I could talk to you, Mrs. Byers." As always, Eddie's puppy dog eyes moved the woman in front of him, who stepped aside to let him in while smiling. They both sat down on the sofa, clearly not knowing what to do.

"Okay then... Eddie, is everything okay?" Eddie looked at her nervously.

"Yes, it's just that, you've known Y/N for a long time, haven't you?" She nodded, confused. "The thing is... I want to ask her to marry me, but I need help choosing a ring, and as you know, my mother isn't here, and I didn't know who else to turn to for help and advice "Joyce smiled at him and spoke in a soft, affectionate tone.

"Oh Eddie, yes, of course, I can help you. Everything's fine. Have you thought about what kind of ring she wants?" Eds took out a piece of paper with notes he had made with things you mentioned here and there at some point in the relationship about the ring. Joyce looked at the paper in surprise, as she had never seen anyone write down so many specific details for buying an engagement ring as Eddie had. "That's a good start," she laughed softly and squeezed Ed's shoulder.

That day, Eddie spent hours with Joyce talking not only about the ring, but also about his doubts about marriage, conflicts, what to expect and what not to expect. He told her about his fears and his hopes. He had never felt so grateful to anyone as he did to her (except Wayne) because she listened to him and treated him like another son even though they weren't that close.

One problem Eds has always had is that he doesn't know how to lie to you. He usually starts stuttering, sweating, he can become momentarily speechless, or most commonly, he starts laughing because of his nerves. That's how one weekend you noticed that something was strange. He was getting ready to go out in the afternoon, only not with you, which was strange considering he loved staying home.

"Eddie," you looked at him as he tied his boot laces, "Are you going out?"

"Uh...yes," he smiled at you and then looked away and down at his boot laces, hoping he wouldn't have to give any more details. "Why?"

"No reason, I just didn't know you had plans." Ed glanced at the time on his watch and cursed because he was already late. Outside the apartment, a car horn honked.

"Gotta go, baby. I'll be back later. I love you." He kissed you on the forehead, grabbed his jacket, and left the apartment quickly without even letting you respond. You looked out the window and saw him get into the passenger seat of a car.

"Is that Joyce's car...?" you whispered to yourself. What was he doing with her? You were curious but let the question go and continued with your day.

Having such a specific idea of the type of ring he wanted, Eddie dragged Joyce to more than eight jewelry stores that she had found within his budget. It had to be perfect; how could he give you anything less? You were his light, his sun, his whole world, and you didn't deserve anything less than perfect, especially when you had given Eds so much. It was thanks to you that he managed to get a decent job after no one in Hawkins wanted to hire him.

It was thanks to you that he managed to gain more confidence in himself after years of insecurity caused by others. Sure, he had had other girlfriends before, but no one had cared about him as much as you did, and that's why Eddie wanted to give you everything. If it were up to him, he would have given you the moon. Even in difficult moments when he wanted to give up, you didn't let him.

"We should break up." You were both arguing because a guy known in Hawkins for having a lot of money flirted with you in a restaurant. You stood frozen in front of him, stunned by his words, and could only put your hand on your chest, trying to calm your breathing and gather your courage You knew he didn't mean it, he was just feeling insecure again thinking you deserve better than him.

"No." Eddie looked at you from the sofa, confused by your response. Wasn't he being clear?

"What do you mean, no? When a person wants to end it, it's over, Y/N." You approached him firmly and looked him in the eyes, placing your hands on his shoulders and forcing him to keep looking at you.

"No, Eddie, I'm not going to let you give up on us. No one else matters, it's just you, it always was and always will be you for me, understand that once and for all. I don't care that you think so little of yourself, I don't, I only want you,not him not anyone. Can you let yourself be happy for once?." His eyes became teary and he took one of your hands.

"Y/N, I told you that..." You interrupted him sharply.

"I said no, Edward." He chuckled. "Unless you really want to break up with me, but I know you don't, so no, we're not breaking up." You took his chin to make him look up at you.

"Okay, baby, sorry." You nodded and kissed his forehead.

"Okay."

Now, in the ninth jewelry store, many hours later, it seemed that he had finally found the ring. It was perfect. The ring was made of yellow gold and had a pear-shaped diamond in the center. The band was delicate, with flowing details and small accent diamonds that added a soft sparkle. As soft and delicate as you were, it was as romantic and sweet as you.

"I think this is the one." Ed smiled excitedly and showed the ring to Joyce, who smiled and gasped.

"Oh Eddie...it's beautiful, she'll love it." She nudged him with her elbow, congratulating him in advance on the engagement.

"You think so? Don't you think it's too much?" Poor man, he was getting very nervous and anxious thinking about whether you would like the ring. It was quite expensive, of course, but much less than he thought. And even so, if it was the right one, he was willing to work overtime or get another job to give you what you deserved.

"Kiddo, it's perfect, it's her style. It's delicate and elegant, it has details but without drawing too much attention, she'll love it. Don't worry, no matter what ring it is, she'll say yes and that's what matters." Joyce smiled warmly and hugged the young man beside her, Eds nodded and proceeded to pay for the ring.

On his return to Hawkins, Eddie could only think about what it would be like to spend his whole life with you. God, your babies would surely be beautiful if they looked like you. Having a mini-me excited him more than he thought it would. He was finally going to have the family he had always wanted, and of course, Wayne raised him very well and Eddie adored him. But having his own family filled him with excitement and hope.

He had always felt indebted to people who had helped him or been good to him, in this case Joyce, who, without being very close to him, treated him like another son and helped him without asking for anything in return. Eds had heard his friends rave about her, even Harrington said she was an incredibly kind woman, but he hadn't fully understood why until now. He didn't know how to repay her for her kindness to him. For a moment, he had felt what it would be like to have his mother with him.

Joyce didn't know Eddie well, of course, but she knew what had happened with Vecna, that he had almost died in the Upside Down, and that he had saved Dustin and you. She knew he was now a close friend of Jonathan's and that he was your boyfriend.

She had always seen all the young people involved in the Upside Down as her own, including you, since you were also Jon's friend, and now that Eddie had become involved, she also saw him fondly. Over time, she got to know him a little better and found him to be an incredibly kind young man, more sensitive than he appeared.

Because of this and some things Will and Jon had told her, she knew he wasn't like everyone in Hawkins said he was. She couldn't understand how an entire town could turn against a boy even though he had been found not guilty. She had welcomed him into her home with open arms and, honestly, she liked him, even though they weren't very close. She knew he was an orphan and that Wayne had raised him, that he had had a difficult life just like her children, and that's why she felt a lot of empathy and appreciation for him. Of course she didn't tell that kind of things to other people in the same way she never told anyone how much she appreciated Steve, Max, Robin or even Nancy.

"So...thank you for helping me, really." Still in the car, Eddie looked at Joyce tenderly. "You didn't have to help me, but you did. Thank you, I don't know how to pay you for it"

"Hey, Ed, it's okay. Whenever you need me, you can come to me. I see all of you as my own, including you. I know...I know about your mother, and I'm honored that you asked me for help." Joyce took his hand and squeezed it gently. "Whenever you need help or just want some advice, you can come to me. You're also Jon's friend, so you can always ask me for help." Eddie, moved by her words, simply nodded and returned Joyce's hug, then thanked her again and said goodbye.

Now, climbing the stairs to the floor where your apartment was, the only thing on his mind was how to ask you to marry him.

Should he do it simple and just ask you? Or should he do something romantic with way more details? He would think about it later.

In the hallway outside of your door he took the velvet box out if his jacket and he looked at the ring one more time. He giggled with excitement and jumped a little, it was gorgeous just like you. Eddie couldn't wait to see your face whenever he decided to pop the question. But for now he just wanted to see you.

"Baby I'm home!" He entered the apartment and saw you asleep in the couch with the tv on.

[moonstruckme]

Hey mae! I had a thought for poly!steddie kinda like the sleeping fic you did for poly marauders where reader has trouble sleeping/falling asleep cause theyre not used to sleeping next to people, basically the same concept but maybe reader waking one of them up and steve and eddie just banter till reader falls asleep? or maybe eddie reading them a book or something? I basically use your fics as bedtime stories and i love the ones where whoever helps reader sleep haha but if its too similar or repetitive dont worry about it! Hope youre doing well!<3

Thanks for requesting angel, hope this is a decent bedtime story for you <3

poly!Steddie x fem!reader ♡ 771 words

You’d known that sleeping in the same bed as your boyfriends for the first time would be different than sleeping by yourself, but you hadn’t expected them to be so clingy. Or so hot. 

Despite how eager you were to get into Steve’s warm bed, you feel slick in the places Eddie’s wound his legs like vines around yours, or where Steve’s hand pillows the back of your neck. It should be cozy, but you’re kept awake by the fear that one of them will notice. The horror of your boyfriends thinking back on your first sleepover as a damp, swampy discomfort. 

Too hot to sleep, too afraid to move. You’re well and truly trapped.

It’s impossible to tell how long goes by before you decide to try anyway. Long enough for your muscles to feel sore from being held so long at attention. Your neck clicks as you turn your head, hoping to scope out an avenue for escape, only to freeze when you find Eddie’s beady eyes staring back at you. 

He looks amused at your surprise, the edges of his smile still soft with sleep. “Hey.” 

You blink at him. “Hi.” 

“How long’ve you been up?” 

“I, um…” You shift your legs out from between his, a bit guilty for the relief you feel. “I haven’t been able to go to sleep.” 

Eddie’s smile melts away. His brows draw together, eyes somehow larger. “Oh, yeah?” 

You shrug. “Did I wake you?” 

“Nah.” His hand coasts over your hip, touching you idly as he looks you over. “I was up.” 

You know it’s not wholly true. You heard Eddie snoring just a little while ago. “Why?”

“Because,” Steve grumbles, and you freeze all over again, “he’s a creature of the night.” 

Eddie huffs a laugh at the self-reproach that must be plain in your expression. “That’s vampires, babe,” he says fondly. 

Steve mumbles some bitterness into his pillow. 

“I’m sorry,” you murmur. 

Eddie shakes his head at you. “You’re good. He’s always like this at night. Roll over, I’ve got something we can try.” 

You watch him bemusedly as he sits up, dragging the covers with him until they’re down to your waist. He gives your shoulder a nudge. 

“What?” you ask, rolling onto your stomach. 

Rather than answering, Eddie sets his hands to your shoulders. His touch is warm, but not the damp heat you were trapped in before. It works like a balm for your strung-up-tight muscles. 

“Oh.” The word tips out of you on a sigh. This is familiar. A couple of weeks ago, when Eddie’s van broke down and you both had to walk to Steve’s, you’d complained half-teasingly that your feet were killing you from the hike. Eddie gave them a massage to make it up to you, and you’d nearly drifted off with your head in Steve’s lap. “Eds, you don’t have to.” 

“Kinda do,” he replies. “First time here, and you don’t catch a wink of sleep? You might never come back.” He pauses. “Plus, you feel like you need it, baby. Shit.” 

Eddie presses harder into your back, and you don’t smother soon enough the thready sound that escapes you. 

Sheets whisper against each other as Steve rolls over. “You okay?” he asks, ten degrees more caring than he sounded a minute ago. 

“Yeah,” you murmur. “Sorry I woke you.” 

The window on Eddie’s side of the bed bleeds streetlight through the curtains, casting Steve’s face in orangey yellow and shadow. His mouth pulls to the side as he lifts a hand to your cheek, pulling a piece of hair from your mouth. “It’s okay. You gonna be able to get to sleep?” 

Eddie pffts. “Have a little faith.” He leans into a spot on your back, provoking a small click that in turn provokes a sigh from you. He pauses. “Was that a good sound?” 

“Yeah,” you confirm. 

“Okay, cool. So yeah, Harrington, a little faith. I’m working magic here.” 

“What about you?” you ask him. 

“What about me, beautiful?” 

“Are you…” You’re interrupted by a yawn. Steve strokes your cheek approvingly. “...gonna sleep?” 

“Oh. Yeah.” Eddie’s voice goes tender. “Yeah, ‘course. I’ll be able to sleep once you’re asleep, okay?” 

He pushes your shoulders into the mattress, and your body heeds the suggestion, growing heavier. “‘Kay.” 

You can practically feel Eddie’s smugness emanating off him above you. Steve must see it on his face, because he scoffs quietly. You make a questioning hum, and he murmurs that it’s nothing while his thumb runs sweetly across your jaw. 

The world softens and blurs, and this warmth is much more welcoming. 

[myfictionaldreams]

⁀➷ Sticky Fingers // Poly!Marauders x F!Reader

Summary: Sirius had his little stash of enchanted sweets that he always claimed were "too strong for you." But you want to feel what he feels, to have fun like they do when they're soft and floaty and grinning. So when you’re left alone and curious, you make a mistake, eating an entire magical aphrodisiac meant to be split between four. What follows is hours of heat, begging, and unbearable need.

Requested by: Anon -- listen, I appreciate & loved this request so much omg, thank you so much! I hope it's not too much for you <3

A/N: PSA; LMAO this is filthy as hell.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, Dom!Remus, Mean Switch!Sirius, Soft Switch!James, Innocent!Reader, dom/sub, drug use (smoking weed/edibles), aphrodisiac, sex pollen effects, extreme body reaction, size kink/difference, begging, crying, rough sex, praise kink, degradation, fingering, belly bulge, squirting, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, subspace, aftercare, slight angst

Words: 6.7k

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The Gryffindor common room was warm with an orange hue from the fire, and faint laughter crackling beneath the noise of pages turning. 

You sat curled in the crook of James’s lap, your cheek against his chest as he read aloud from one of your shared textbooks, his voice steady and comforting, even though you weren’t listening anymore.

Sirius was pacing nearby, fidgety and barefoot, hair mussed from where he kept tugging on it. His shirt was barely buttoned, and he had that smug look that always meant he was up to something.

Remus sat curled sideways in the armchair with his long legs hanging over the armrest. The Marauder watched Sirius with the patience of a saint and the suspicion of someone who knew him far too well. 

“So when exactly were you going to tell us?” Remus asked, lazily turning a page in his worn copy of The Hobbit.

Sirius grinned and flopped dramatically into the chair opposite. “Shipment came in this morning. You should’ve seen the owl. Grumpy bastard nearly bit me.

Remus’s brows lifted. “And what exactly did this grumpy owl bring you, hmm?”

James snorted against your temple. “Something that’s going to get us all banned from the tower if McGonagall catches wind of it.”

Sirius wiggled his eyebrows and leaned over to tap the side of his nose. “Let’s just say, the good stuff. Two rolls and three little boxes, plus the new batch of glitter ones. Stronger than last time.”

You blinked, sitting up slightly from James’s chest. “Glitter ones?”

All three of them paused, the kind of pause that made it very obvious they’d forgotten you were in the room.

Sirius immediately flashed you a charming, toothy grin. “Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about, darling.”

James kissed the side of your head, smoothing a hand down your back. “Just stuff we use to unwind. Not really your thing, love.”

Remus, of course, watched you closest. His green eyes flicked over your expression, studying the soft knit of your brows, the way your lips parted just slightly. 

“You’re curious,” he said simply.

You ducked your head back into James’ chest, cheeks going warm. “A little.”

Sirius barked a laugh, and James squeezed you gently. “Our little pup wants to go to the moon with us, eh?”

Remus didn’t laugh. His voice lowered just enough to draw your eyes to him. “Curious is one thing. Ready is another.”

~~~~~

The Astronomy Tower always felt like their place. Above the school, above the rules – high enough that it felt like the stars were listening. Sirius had a blanket spread on the stone floor and his cloak wrapped around his shoulders, loose like a shawl. He passed the joint to James with practised ease, laughing around a story you weren’t following.

James sat beside you this time, his hand playing absently with yours. You were snuggled between him and Remus, your head tucked on Remus’s shoulder, both of them warm in the cool night air.

Sirius exhaled smoke toward the stars. “Felt like the first time I saw Reg got absolutely slaughtered on firewhisky. Poor bastard tried to flirt with a mirror.”

James howled with laughter, and even Remus let out a soft chuckle as you rocked with the movement.

You watched them quietly, now hugging your knees to your chest, oversized jumper keeping you warm. They all looked so comfortable, maybe the thing they were smoking smelled funny, but you wanted to feel it too. Feel as relaxed and laugh as hard as they did.

Sirius caught you watching and winked. “Want some, darling?”

You hesitated. “I… maybe? I want to feel what you’re all feeling.”

Remus shifted beside you, his hand heavy against your shoulder, pulling your body until you’re flush against his chest, relaxing into his arms. “It’s not just the joint, love.”

You look up at him over your shoulder, “I thought what you were smoking was making you all feel funny?”

Sirius held up the joint between his fingers. “This, yeah. But I also took a little gummy about an hour ago.” 

He grinned, proud of himself. “The kind that makes everything feel like clouds and lava all at once.”

James added helpfully, “We took them together before dinner, and mine just kicked in.”

You blinked. “So you’re not just high, you're extra high?”

“Basically, yes,” Sirius passed the joint to James, who took another slow drag, tilting his head toward the sky as he exhaled. “Which is why, love, you might want to wait. This stuff’s not for baby puppies.”

“I’m not a baby,” you mutter, leaning further into Remus with your arms crossed.

Remus’s gaze was sharp, though his touch around your waist was gentle. “No. But you’re ours. And we don’t want you to rush into something you don’t understand.”

James flicked ashes into a little enchanted jar. “We should show her the stash. So that she knows what’s what.”

“Not up here,” Remus said immediately. “Late, maybe. With all of us.”

James leans over, nuzzling your cheek and whispering, “We’ll take care of you, yeah? Always.”

You melt into his touch, giggling to yourself as he kisses all over your face.

Back in the dorm later, the boys let you sit on the edge of their bed as Sirius knelt beside the bottom drawer of his trunk, unlocking it with a quiet flick of magic.

Inside was a velvet-lined box. Several, actually.

Your eyes went wide.

“This,” Sirius began, holding up a shimmery purple chocolate, “is one of the glitter ones. Warmth, light body float, extra giggly.”

He picked up a deep blue one. “This? Time goes weird. Don’t recommend unless you’ve got nothing to do for twelve hours.”

The third is glittery pink, pretty. “This is one I had earlier. Not too strong, just makes you feel happy and relaxed.”

Another, red and shaped like a heart. “This one’s a little special. I was saving it. Makes you, well, hot. All over. Can’t think straight. Touch feels like lightning. Fun for group nights.”

You’re left with more questions than answers, “Hot?”

Remus’s hand slid gently over your lower back. “Aroused, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” you breathed, eyes wide.

Sirius grinned wolfishly and snapped the box shut. “But not for you, not yet.”

James chuckled, pulling you into his lap. “Not until our good girl is ready. And when you are…” 

He brushed his lips to your ear, biting on the lobe. “We’ll take care of every inch of you.”

Remus leaned down and kissed your forehead like a promise. “No rushing. No pressure.”

Sirius blew out a breath and flopped backwards onto the bed. “Can’t believe we’re this responsible now. Look at us.”

“Shocking,” Remus deadpanned.

You giggled and curled closer to James, your head on his chest as he rubbed your back.

And as you eventually drifted off in the tangle of arms and warmth, the drawer with the stash stayed in the corner of your mind. Tucked away. Waiting.

~~~~~

The sun was lazy and warm, stretching gracefully across the Hogwarts lawn. It was a rare afternoon, no rain, no wind, no assignments due, just grass, light and the soft hum of spring. 

You were curled sideways in Sirius’s lap on a blanket they’d laid out beneath a tree, his arms draped lazily around your waist, his chin hooked over your shoulder. He smelled like cedarwood, smoke and the last of his cologne, and he was warm–too warm, probably, with how the sun bathed the back of his black humper. Not that he cared. Sirius loved the drama of melting for you.

Remus was stretched out nearby, one knee bent, flipping lazily through Advanced Potion Brewing, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up past his forearms so a couple of his scars were visible. James sat beside him, close enough that their legs brushed, his fingers plucking bits of grass and twirling them around. His hair was wild from Quidditch practice, cheeks still flushed pink from exertion.

Sirius blew on your neck. “You’re squirmy today, darling.”

“I’m not,” you mumbled, shifting again to get comfortable. “You’re warm.”

“You love my warmth.”

“I love your mouth shut,” Remus mused without looking up from his book.

“Rude,” Sirius chuckled against your ear. “You hear that? Verbal abuse. In front of a lady.”

James snorted. “You deserve worse, Padfoot.”

“You usually give me worse,” Sirius purred.

That earned a flicker of reaction. Remus’s eyes slid sideways, just enough to pin James in place.

“You do?” you asked softly, turning your head toward James. James’s ears turn pink.

“I mean, sometimes,” he said, tossing the grass away and sitting back. “When Moony lets me.”

Remus’s lips quirked. “When you earn it.”

You felt Sirius’s arms tighten around your waist slightly as he watched them, interest spiking like a cat watching prey. “Here we go,” he whispers into your shoulder.

Remus sat up slowly, his gaze still trained on James. “You’re getting twitchy again, love.”

“I’m fine,” James said a little too quickly, his hands now picking at the hem of his shirt.

“Mm,” Remus reached out, caught Jame’s chin gently between his long fingers, and turned his face to look up at him. “That mouth’s getting cheeky. You sure you don’t need help with that?”

James opened his mouth to sass, but Remus kissed him before he could get the words out. Firm, slow, all knowing. James melted instantly. His hands dropped, and you could see the tension leave his body in waves as Remus deepened the kiss.

Sirius chuckled lightly to himself, clearly delighted. “Gods, I love when he goes soft like that.”

You were watching, wide-eyed, as James whimpered against Remus’s mouth, just once, and Remus took that as an invitation to push him gently backwards until James was leaning on his elbows, staring up like he couldn’t remember what the sky looked like.

“Is he…” You trailed off.

“Melting?” Sirius answered, “Yeah, it happens every time.”

Remus finally pulled back, licking his bottom lip like he was tasting victory as James was flushed and slightly stunned.

“You already, pretty boy?” Remus asked softly.

James blinked, “Yeah.”

Sirius grinned, nuzzling your cheek, “I adore watching them. Don’t you?”

You nodded slowly, heat pooling in your belly. The air felt warmer. Everything felt more.

You shifted in Sirius’ hold, curling in closer, and said before you could chicken out. “So if I wanted to try the glitter one, I’d just take a quarter, right?”

Everything stilled. Sirius barked a laugh and leaned his head back, grinning toward the sky. “Merlin, that’s adorable.”

Remus turned his head slowly, one brow lifting. “A quarter?”

“That’s what you said, Sirius–”

“I said a quarter of the purple one if you’re new, not the glitter,” he corrected, smirking. “The glitter one will have you think you’re a mermaid and trying to swim in the sink. It’s euphoric and bright and made, absolutely not starter level.”

James sat up again, still slightly flushed in the cheeks. “Isn’t the glitter one that makes everything smell like strawberries?” 

“No,” Sirius said dramatically. “That’s the fizzy. Gods, none of you ever listen to me.”

Remus was now just watching you, head tilted slightly. “Do you even remember what the shimmer one does, love?”

You take a moment to think, “Hands glow?”

“Nope,” Sirius said gleefully, enjoying this moment far too much.

Remus gave you a look that was all affection, all fondness, but with just enough edge to remind you who was in charge. “Not quite ready yet, pup.”

You pouted, turning slightly to tuck your face into Sirius’s neck. “I’m trying.”

“I know,” Remus said gently. “And I love that you’re curious. Bu we’ll wait.”

James scooted forward and kissed your knee. “You’ll get there, sweetheart. And when you do…”

Sirius whispered against your ear, “We’ll make it a very good night.”

You squirmed, suddenly shy again. Sirius gave a lot to him and looked back toward James and Remus, watching the lingering way Remus’s hand rested on James’s thigh now. “Well. Somebody’s getting marked tonight.

James groaned and chucked a flower at him. Remus looked entirely unbothered. 

Then the bell rang, echoing faintly through the grounds.

James sighed. “Quidditch. Come on, Padfoot. Let the poor girl go.”

Remus stood and stretched. “Prefect rounds.”

Sirius helped you to your feet and kissed your cheek. “Be good.” He winked. “Or don’t. We’ll find out later.”

James kissed you twice, once on the cheek, once on your lips, and whispered, “Our girl.”

Remus’s hand trailed briefly along your lower back as he passed. “We love you. No exploring the drawers while we’re gone.” 

Your cheeks burned. “I won’t!”

They walked away with teasing murmurs and shoulder bumps, Sirius turning around to blow you a kiss before Remus shoved him forward. 

You sat back down in the grass with the scent of them still lingering in the breeze, heart whole, belly warm.

An hour passed before you stood from the lawn and decided to head back to the shared dorm room. It was always eerily quiet without any of them in there.

Sirius had left a mess of clothes scattered across the floor, his leather jacket draped over Remus’s desk chair, and James’s broom sat resting against the foot of his bed. The scent still lingered on the pillows, and it was comforting, but not enough to last.

You were curled in the centre of their oversized bed, arms hugging your legs, chin tucked between your knees. Why was it always so boring when they weren’t around?

You did try just to relax, listening to Remus’s records or reading some of your books, but the drawer kept catching your eye.

Maybe you weren’t ready. But you were tired of feeling left out and being treated like a baby. They all got to float and laugh and kiss and touch each other like nothing in the world could ever go wrong. And you watched that.

You watched to show them you could handle it, that you weren’t just the sweet, sheltered pup. You could be bold. You could belong.

You sat on the edge of the bed, chewing your lip, staring at the drawer like it might open itself.

And then you stood, the drawer wasn’t locked. You opened it slowly, tentatively. Inside the velvet boxes, little tins, colour-coded chocolates and candies lay. You tried to remember which one was which. 

“Purple. Quarter. Starter one.”

You squirted. Was the purple one the shimmer? Or the calm one? Your eyes landed on a deep red heart-shaped sweet in a velvet box. Small. Pretty. Safe-looking, not remembering the specifics of the effects that Sirius had explained.

You plucked it out of the pouch and turned it over in your hand. You bit off a corner, just a nibble. Then, another little bite until the sweet was consumed completely.

It tasted like a blend of rose and strawberry, with a slight hint of spiciness, and your heart pounded as you waited, but nothing happened.

No floating, no laughing or waves of bliss. 

Your shoulders sank. “Seriously?”

You gave it a few more minutes, paced a little, even sat cross-legged on the bed, waiting for anything. But there was no difference. Your tongue still worked. Your mind was clear. Nothing was spinning—no sherbet flavours or dreamy sighs.

Disappointed, you changed into your uniform and headed down to dinner.

The Great Hall was busy, buzzing with students. The candlelight above seemed a little brighter tonight, but you figured it was just your eyes adjusting.

You found them halfway up the Gryffindor table. Sirius immediately scooted over nd patted the bench beside him. “There’s my girl.”

James beamed from the other side of the table. “You look sweet enough to eat.”

Remus gave you a look. A very Remus look. Like he was scanning you for signs of trouble, and your heart did a nervous flutter.

But then he smiled and tugged you gently to sit between him and Sirius. “Missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you said quickly, averting your eyes, always embarrassed when all their eyes are on you.

Sirius leaned over and kissed your temple tenderly, and your breath caught. For just a moment, your skin tingled.

Weird.

You tried to shake it off. It was probably just your imagination or nerves.

Reaching for your goblet, your hands were just the tiniest bit shaky.

“Eat something,” James encouraged. “You’ve gone all flushed.”

“She always does when she has Remus’ full attention on her,” Sirius says proudly, planting another kiss on your skin. “Don’t worry, pup, I do too.” 

You smiled, biting back a laugh, and then you felt it.

 A low throb in your belly.

You shifted on the bench. Remus was buttering a roll. His hand brushed your knee under the table—just casual, absent-minded affection.

You nearly jolted. Your thighs clenched painfully close. Heat licked up your spine.

You took a shaky breath, eyes flicking to the doorway, the ceiling, anywhere but them.

Sirius reached across you to steal a bite from James’s plate, his arm brushing your chest. “Oi, Prongs, don’t hot the potatoes, love.”

James rolled his eyes and leaned across the table closer to you, reaching over the centre to grip your hand. It was meant just to be a soft show of affection. That’s when you felt it for real.

The ache. Low. Deep. Hot.

Your underwear was damp. Then soaked. Like a tap had opened up between your thighs, but it was from your cunt. You froze. Your thighs were wet.

Your stomach cramped sharply, curling inward like a clenched fist. “Oh god,” you whispered, not being able to stop yourself.

Remus looked at you sharply. “What’s wrong?”

You forced a smile, unable to meet his eye, picking up your fork. “N-Nothing. Just a stitch.”

Sirius leaned in closer. “You alright, darling?”

Your eyes burned. Panic bloomed in your chest. You could feel it pooling beneath you, heat, slick, an unbearable pressure in your lower belly as if you needed something and didn’t know what.

You whimpered without meaning to.

Remus’s eyes narrowed, concerned. “Love…”

James’s hand is across the table again, holding onto your wrist, his thumb stroking your skin in soothing strokes. “Wha’ts hurting?”

His touch was making the sensation worse. “ I-I just need–” you couldn’t finish. 

You stood up abruptly. Too fast.

Sirius tried to reach for you, but you were already sliding out of the bench on unsteady legs. “Bathroom,” you choked out. “Be right back.”

And you ran. You bolted from the Great Hall, barely aware of your feet hitting the stone, of the voices calling after you.

Your hands trembled as you pushed open the nearest door and locked it behind you, sagging against it with a sob. 

Your underwear was soaked. Your thighs were dripping. Your clit was a hard nub, filled with blood and throbbing. The cramps were worse, like your body was begging, screaming, clenching for something, but nothing could fix it.

You were shaking so violently that your teeth were chattering together. You slid to the floor, pressing your palm against your belly, trying not to cry.

You were so stupid. You’d wanted to prove something. To feel like them. To be strong, like Sirius. Cool, like James. In control, like Remus. 

But now your body was on fire. And your mind was foggy. And you were so wet that it was running down your legs. And you didn’t even know how to make it stop. 

They were going to be so angry. Or worse, they’d be disappointed. You buried your face in your hands.

Outside, the sounds of the castle continued: laughter, footsteps, the clinking of cutlery. But in here? You were falling apart.

~~~~~

The dorm door slammed behind you as you stumbled inside, your fingers trembling before you collapsed onto the edge of the magically sized bed, big enough for all four of you.

As you curled into a ball, all you could feel was how soaked the sheets became the second you sat down. You were panting. Seating. Your skin was boiling. Every inch of you is too tight, too sensitive. Your thighs were slick with arousal, and your panties were drenched; the cramping in your belly was sharp, needy and awful all at once. 

You whimpered and clutched at your stomach. “Please…”

You didn’t know who you were begging. Everything hurt. You needed something, anything, to make the pain go away; you just didn’t know what to do.

You’d been stupid. So stupid.

The door suddenly bangs again—voices and rushed steps.

You barely lifted your head before they were flooding in.

“Pup?” All three of your boyfriends stopped dead.

You were curled up on the bed, trembling, your skirt bunched around your hips, one leg pulled up, and your panties were completely soaked, nearly translucent, sticking to your thighs.

The scent of your arousal hit the air like a spell. Sirius was the first to move, instinct sharp and immediate. “Fuck. Fuck, darling–” he was at your side in seconds, on his knees in front of the bed, hands hovering but not touching. “What happened?”

You sobbed, grabbing at his shirt, nails digging into the fabric. “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s happening– it hurts, I can’t– I’m so– I’m so wet–”

Remus moved slowly, deliberately, coming up behind you as Sirius cradled your face. James hovered near the door, stunned, lips parted.

Then Remus’s eyes flicked to the drawer. It was open. Wide open. And a red velvet box was missing.

Realisation hit him like lightning. “No. Tell me you didn’t–”

“I just– I wanted– to feel like you– to be strong–” your voice cracked, high and frantic. “I only took the one. I thought it was the nice one–”

Sirius's breath hitched. “What colour, love?”

“Red,” you whispered.

James finally moved, crossed the room and dropped to his knees at your other side. “Oh, love–no.”

“That was the aphrodisiac”, Remus said tightly, jaw clenching. “The strongest one.”

Sirius cupped your face gently, his voice tense. “That was meant to be split for the four of us. Together. You weren’t–fuck, darling, you weren’t ready for that.”

“I know,” you whimpered. “I know, I didn’t know– I tried to be good–”

Remus turned to Sirius. “How strong was it?”

“Really fucking strong.”

Your hips rolled without meaning to. “Please–” you sobbed, tears dripping down your neck. “I can’t– everything hurts– I need – please touch me–”

James climbed onto the bed, stroking your face. His hand found your inner thigh, and his breath hitched. “She’s soaked, Moons. Dripping everywhere.”

Remus’s jaw ticked. “We’ll help you, sweetheart. Just breathe for me, year?”

You nodded frantically, gripping onto the pillow beneath your head and moving it between your legs, rocking your soaked core against it, needing some form of relief.

“Good girl,” Sirius said, voice low, eyes locked on where you’re riding his pillow between your thighs. “You’re gonna let us take care of you. You’ve been so brave.” Your body trembled, completely overwhelmed.

You didn’t even realise you were crying until Remus kissed the tears off your cheeks.

“Love,” he tried to remain calm, encouraging as his thumb brushed your soaked lips, “You have to breathe. Deep, slow. You hear me?”

You nodded, but the ache in your cunt was so loud it made everything else feel fuzzy. You were soaked, clenching around nothing, slick running down your thighs, pooling under you, your clit swollen and throbbing. It hurt. Everything hurt in the best and worst ways.

Sirius groaned deeply behind Remus. “She’s fucking ruined already, and we haven’t even touched her.”

James pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his voice soft and close to your ear. “You did so well trying to wait for us, honey. We’ve got you now.”

“I-I need–” you gasped. “It’s not enough, nothing's enough, please–”

Remus’s hand moved down between your thighs, two fingers flipping through your soaked folds, “Fuck, you’re burning up, love.”

You whimpered at the slightest contact, throwing the wet pillow across the room to give Remus more room.  His fingers hadn’t even pushed in fully yet, just brushed past your clit as your hips jerked, another gust of juices coating his scarred knuckles.

“Sensitive little thing,” Sirius purred. “Bet your clit’s screaming, huh? All swollen and throbbing, my poor pup.”

“Please–” you sobbed again. “I’m sorry, I just-I just wanted to feel what you do–”

“And now you’re stuck, hm?” Sirius cooed mockingly. “Look at you. Our precious girl’s just a fuckdoll now. Dumb and leaking.”

Remus shot him a look, but Sirius didn’t stop; he just looked hungry. James kissed your temple, helping you stay focused and grounding you in the process. “We’ll help you, my love. You’re notion trouble. Just let Moony take the lead.”

Remus nodded once, getting into the headspace. “James, make sure the pillows are under her head and then get her legs up, keep her thighs open.”

“On it.”

“Sirius, grab the towels, she’s going to soak through the sheets.”

“Already is,” Sirius chortled, but obeyed.

Remus’s fingers slid inside you, just two, and the sensation was already too much, not from pain but from relief.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he said, voice low and soothing, but his cock was visibly straining behind his trousers.

Your inner walls, warm and tight, clenched immediately, spasming hard enough that you nearly came on the spot. Remus stilled. “You’re not even going to last, are you?” he said in the kindest way, eyes locked on where his fingers were sunk to the knuckle. “That desperate, you’re going to cum from just this?”

“More–” you shouted, head tipping back onto the pillows James had fluffed. “Please, it’s not– Remus–more–”

He pushed a third finger in. Your whole body shook.

James kissed your knee as he held it back. Sirius slides beside you again, licking a drop of sweat from your cheek. “Look at you. Messy little thing.”

Then came the fourth finger. You came hard, a violent, gusting squirt that soaked Remus’s hand and frenched the towel Sirius had shoved under your hips. Your scream cracked, raw and high, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you tried to catch your breath.

“There she is,” Sirius bragged, watching your juices drip down Remus’ wrist. “I told you she was ready for four.”

Remus didn’t move, but just held his fingers inside you as you trembled and whimpered, blinking up at him as your tears still fell. “You’re still clenching, are you still not done?”

You shook your head frantically, “It’s not enough.”

Sirius leaned in, grinning, “Greedy little pup, aren’t you? Bet you’d take five if Moony let you. You’d fucking split for it, wouldn’t you?”

Remus shot him a warning glance. “No one’s putting five fingers in her.”

“But she wants it,” Sirius said mockingly, kissing your temple like it was a prize. “Poor baby doesn’t know what to do with herself.”

“I’ll show her what she needs.”  Remus pulled his fingers out with a wet, squelching sound. You whined at the loss, trying to chase his hand with your hips. He stripped off his shirt, then unbuckled his belt, eyes never leaving you. His cock was massive, girthy and flushed.

You moaned, reaching for him. “Please–need to be full–”

“Deep breathe, love.” His voice held a gentleness that calmed your soul but still had authority. “You’re going to take it. But I’m not rushing and hurting my girl.”

He lined up and began pressing in, so slowly. Too slowly. You thrashed beneath him, tears in your eyes, trying to roll your hips to take more, but James still held you open firmly, keeping you in place.

Remus groaned, his eyes closing for just a second as his hair began to stick to the perspiration on his forehead. “You’re squeezing me so tight already. Try to relax for me.”

James stroked your inner knee as your lips parted in a silent scream. “She’s gripping him like a vine. Baby, you’ve got to relax for him, if you want him so bad.”

“Can’t–feels too good–urts but feels– I want it all–”

He was halfway in when you sobbed, “Remus–please–cock-ned it, need it all. Deeper!”

“You’re taking me so well,” he grunted, “So full already, look.”

He took your hand and placed it just above your pubic bone. You gasped, head shooting up as you felt the slight bulge in your belly. “Feel that?” he said, breathless. “That’s me. Deep in your tiny cunt.”

You came again. Screamed, soaked him, soaked the towel, soaked everything. Remus moaned, finally bottoming out, holding you still as you trembled beneath him, twitching and crying and shaking like you were going to fall apart.

You were shaking when Remus pulled out of you. A fresh gush following him, your pusy stretched and fluttering now, aching for more. You didn’t even get the chance to breathe before the cramps came back. 

Deep, hot, mean little twists low in your belly, like your pussy was begging to be filled again.

“Fuck–” you gasped, back arching, hands clawing for the nearest body. “Please–it hurts again– need–need”

Sirius was on you in seconds. “Shh, pup,” he taunted mockingly, climbing between your spread thighs. “You had the whole sweet, didn’t you? Greedy, greedy girl. Didn't even leave any for us.” 

“Hurts,” you cried, reaching for him. “I can’t–Sirius–need you–”

He sat up, grunting as he slapped his now exposed cock against your swollen clit. The overwhelming lightning of sensations caused you to scream once again, trying to roll your hips, but he grabbed them firmly.

“Stay still, pup,” he warned, licking his lips. “You’re not in charge tonight. I’m going to look after you, remember?”

He looked wrecked, eyes blown wide, clothes gone, pale chest heaving, black strands of hair sticking to the side of his sweaty face, but he was there, so focused on you, so in control.

“You want to cum?" he asked, lazily running the tip of his cock through your soaking labia. “Want to soak me like you did Moony?”

You nodded frantically, mewling pathetically. Sirius just grinned.

“Then you’ll cum when I say so. Not a moment before.”

You nodded desperately, needing him to do anything. “Please–”

“You asked for this, just keep looking at me, ok? So I know you’re still with me, darling," he growled, pushing inside you in a single, brutal thrust.

He was lengthy, hitting something high up in your cunt that made your vision flash white, the slight bulge in your lower belly returning with his movements. “Fuck–she’s tighter than ever," he said, amazed, pulling out and slamming back in. "You’re sucking me in, pup, like your cunt knows I’ll fill it better than anyone.” 

You screamed again, eyes focused on him, trying to do as instructed. And Sirius laughed, a wicked sound as he started fucking you fast. His hips slapped against your overstimulated clit with every thrust. Your body jerked and twisted, eyes rolling back as another orgasm tore through you.

Sirius didn’t even have it in him to chastise you for orgasming with his permission, loving how your body was reacting to him, like it was sucking him in as hard as it could, not wanting to let go. 

“You’re crying?” he cooed, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “Poor thing, so overwhelmed. 

His voice dropped lower, almost tender. “But you’re doing so well for me, darling. Taking it so deep, letting me ruin you. So fucking perfect like this.”

You sobbed, clinging to him. “Love you–love you so much–”

His breath hitched as his movements slowed. “Yeah?” he whispered. “Even when I fuck you like this?”

You nodded, and he groaned like it hurt him. “God, I love you too,” he gasped, snapping his hips into you even harder. “So fucking music, it makes me insane.”

Another orgasm crashed over you, your thighs smappemed in James' hold, your back arched off the bed. You were crying so hard you couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, couldn't stop shaking.

You didn’t even realise he was cumming until you felt it, hot, thick spurts deep inside, and his hand cupping the bulge in your belly with possessive pride.

“Look at you,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “So full, all mine.”

And then as he pulled out, the cramps came back.

Your hands trembled, already crying out in pain, as another body moved over you, the grip on your legs easing slightly.

“J-James," you whimpered for him, blinking up at him with big, wide eyes.

Your thighs were slick and raw. Your clit was throbbing, swollen and untouched for too long.

James kissed you gently, not caring that your face was covered in tears and sweat. “You’re okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

He didn’t tease like Sirius. He knew what you needed, so without a moment of hesitation, he lined up, slid inside in one slow motion, groaning low as he bottomed out. 

With gentler hands, he scooped your legs back up, wrapping them around his waist, holding you still as you fluttered around him, Sirius’s cum mixing with your slick on your thighs.

“You’re so wet, pup. So warm. You feel like heaven.”

You cried out again; he tenderly kissed away your tears. “You’re doing so well,” he whispered against your cheek. “You’ve taken us all like a good girl. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us. You know that?”

You nod in your delirious state. And then he started to move, not fast and hard but purposeful, making sure you feel the drag of his cock against your sensitive walls. You felt every inch, every praise of love, of devotion as he fucking you through the pain.

“Let go of me,” he said, voice shaking as he kissed the tip of your nose, forehead resting against yours, chest to chest. “Cum on me again, baby. Let me feel you.”

You did, and he followed, soft moans into your ears, his hands shaking as he filled you, holding you tightly. You were sobbing by the end, no longer sure of what, anymore. 

Your body was gone, empty, used and loved. Your brain was cotton. You could feel the cum leaking out of you, the wetness between your thighs a mess of Sirius, James and your juices. You were twitching, limbs weak, moaning softly with every little cramp.

“Hurts again,” you whimpered, exhausted. Remus climbed back onto the bed. 

“I know, love. Let me help you one more time.”

He guided himself back in, being careful, but your body still melted into the touch. The cramps eased instantly.

You sighed, eyes fluttering closed.

“Cocking warming only,” Remus said, brushing your hair from your face. “No more thrusting. Just keeping you full. That’s all.”

James wrapped you in his arms, Sirius pressing kisses to your fingers, your temple, your wrist.

“You did so well for us,” James whispered.

“So proud of you,” Sirius added.”

Remus kissed your lips. “Sleep, little one. We’ll keep you safe.”

And you did.

~~~~~

You weren’t sure what woke you. You were warm, too warm– your skin damp with sweat, your thighs slick and trembling, and your throat burned like you’d been screaming.

You had been. That much came back quickly. So did the ache.

Between your legs, dull and constant, a deep, used soreness that made your breath catch. Your cunt felt raw, sensitive and swollen. Every part of you was heavy and aching and still soaked.

And Remus was still inside you.

You whimpered softly. He stirred at once. “Love?” his voice was a low rasp, thick with exhaustion but sharp with concern. “Are you alright?”

You shook your head, tears springing hot and fast. “Hurts,” you croaked, barely a whisper. “Remus–it hurts…”

He shushed you instantly, cupping your cheek with one warm, steady hand. “I know, I know, baby,” he said calmly. “I’ve got you. Let me out, gonne b quick, alright?”

Not nodding, lip trembling and bracing yourself, not able to relax at all despite his calming words.

Remus eased out slowly. And you cried. Not just from the pain, though the pain was there, in your stretched, raw and puffy hole that leaked his cum from who knows when, and twitched with overuse, but from everything. The pressure, the love, the intensity of your night. You'd never felt so broken open and so held all at once.

The sob hit before you could stop it, and then you were choking on it, sobbing silently, tears streaking down your face as your body curled in on itself. Remus didn't hesitate.

He pulled you to his chest, tucking you against his heart, shielding your overheated body with his own as his lips pressed to your temple.

“I’m so proud of you. You did so good for us, Pup. You were perfect for us. You’re safe now.”

You couldn't speak, your throat so raw that your voice was gone. You could only nod weakly into his chest, gasping softly against his collarbone.

“Is she alright?” came James’s voice a moment later, quieter than usual.

She’s hurting,” Remus said gently. “But I’ve got her. You can go back to sleep, love.”

James hops out of bed, ignoring the suggestion. “Paindraught, I should have one left from my last Quidditch injury.”

Remus sat up just enough to help you sip it from the vial he held to your lips. It was bitter, but cool, and relief came quickly, easing the sharpest edge of the ache. Not all of it, but enough to stop crying and just breathe.

You heard the sound of water pouring into a glass next, and James returned with it, along with a cool rag.

“Hey, honey,” he said, brushing a hand down your back. “You were screaming for hours. Your throat must be raw. Drink for me, okay?”

You did. Then you were lying back again, your head in James’s lap while Remus wiped your sticky thighs gently with a cloth, careful around your swollen pussy. He kissed the inside of your knee. “We’ll bath you later. Just rest for now.”

However, you couldn’t rest, because you had caught sight of Sirius, who hadn’t spoken. Just watched from the edge of the bed, shirtless, arms crossed, eyes dark and aching with guilt.

James caught sight of him too. “Sirius.”

He blinked like he’d been pulled from a daze. “I shouldn’t have– fuck– I knew she wasn’t ready for that much. She had the whale fucking thing. I should’ve labelled it better. I should’ve stopped–” 

“Mistakes happen, and this is not on you, my love,” Remus said, still cleaning your body. “And we all gave it to her last night, not just you.”

“She couldn’t fucking speak,” Sirius whispered, eyes flicking to your body. “She’s never screamed like that before. She basically passed out at the end, Remus.”

“And she’s safe now. We didn’t go too hard on her last night, we were all checking in on her, you know that.”

“But I was mean to her–”

“She loved it,” James cut in, a small, warm smile on his lips. “She always loves it when you’re mean. Because you’re not really, you’re just Sirius, it was just a scene, just in the moment like always.”

Siriu’s mouth twisted like he didn’t believe him. You blinked, still foggy, but reached out a hand toward him. He froze. Then, I crawled down the bed towards you. 

“I’m sorry," he whispered, “I shouldn’t have gone so hard, I should have locked them up. I love you too fucking much to see you in pain like that, Pup.”

You reached out to Sirius, in your tired state, showing him that you wanted to be with him. He instantly pulled your body into his lap, “I’ve got you,” he whispered over and over. “I’ve got you.”

The boys settled around you soon after.  Remus leaned against the headboard, a book in one hand, the other resting on your thigh. James curled at your feet, legs draped over yours, tracing your calf with his fingertips.

And Sirius, he held you like he didn’t want to let go.

[bunchesofoats]

all this touching, all these faces.

feat — george weasley x reader

contains — smut (18+, minors DNI), oral (fem receiving), cunnilingus, porn with some rushed plot, george weasley service top(?), drinking/partying, george says “our girl” in reference to reader like once, use of Y/N like once, reader has a dress on, etc.

length — 1.4k words

summary — the weasley twins host a party to celebrate their success in creating weasleys’ wizard wheezes and a drunk game of seven minutes in heaven ensues.

notes — we don’t talk about inaccuracies, they don’t exist. also may or may not be inspired by that one sdv!sebastian fanart on tiktok… ALSO I’VE NEVER WRITTEN LIKE THIS BEFORE SO TELL ME IF YOU WANT MORE IDK hope you guys like it!!

“I can’t believe you pulled this off.”

Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes full of people, friends, family, and even some stranger plus ones. A duet of chuckles filtering into your ear above the noise of people laughing and drinking below where you stood at the top balcony of the shop. Fred and George on either side of you as you give your speech on their new establishment. With you becoming a new journalist for the Daily Prophet and the twins finally opening their joke shop, there was no way you were passing up a grand opening like this.

“To Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, and to my two very best mates,” You raise your glass, “Fred and George Weasley!” You announce to the party goers below the three of you, everyone cheering before going back to their mingling.

“Quite the speech,” Fred muses from your left and you roll your eyes, knowing he’s already going to have some sort of tease.

“Our girl’s got a way with words,” George cuts in quickly, the unmistakable feeling of his hand on your waist both a comfort and a distraction. One one hand, George was one of your closest and best friends. On the other, it may have been something definitely more than friendship. The brush of hands, his eyes catching yours first after having made a joke, the way you’d instinctively lean more on him than Fred. Then there was stolen kisses here and there over the years, the kind that either never got mentioned again or you both swore to secrecy in favor of valuing your friendship. But there was always something there, everyone could feel it. See it even.

“Not your girl,” You rolls your eyes playfully, ignoring the way Fred raises a brow at the both of you. His eyes flickering to George’s seemingly very comfortable hand. “Just doing my job.”

“Yeah, yeah,” George chuckles, “Well, you’re doing a bloody good job at it.” He gestures to the partygoers.

“Pretty sure we don’t know half the people here.” He points out with a laugh, turning to bring you and his brother down the steps to the rest of the party. “Now let’s go entertain our guests, hm? Ready, Fred?”

“Ready, George.”

And just like that you’re whisked away into the ever joyous chaos of your two best friends and their festivities. It’s not until the party begins to die down and you’re surrounded by friends, or at least, the ones that didn’t want to leave early. The ones that may have had a bit too much to drink like you had.

“You know what we should do?” Angelina giggles from beside you, an arm around your shoulder and a drunken smile on her face. “We should play a game!” She proposes and the group can’t help but agree with all their various levels of intoxication.

Before you know it, you’re in a circle with your half drunk friends and giggling away like you’re back at Hogwarts. Only this time it’s on the top floor of the twins’ shop and the storage closet is being used for an impromptu game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. Lee had, of course, been the one to suggest it as he subtly tried to set himself in front of Angelina like it had anything to do with the outcome of how she’d spin the bottle.

“Trying to secure your chances?” George quips at Lee from beside you. Your gaze lingering over his features as he takes a takes a sip of his drink, his lips glistening with the shine of extra strong butterbeer. It takes everything in you not to reach out and just swipe your thumb across his lips and feel how soft they are just because. You’d kissed him on more than one occasion, you knew how they felt briefly. A tiny part just killed you inside knowing you hadn’t done anything more than that. Your thighs clenching together, a simple action you mask behind trying to adjust your seated position on your legs. It’s not until Lee snorts across the circle that your thoughts are pulled from George.

“So what?” Lee grins devilishly, “We all know you’d do the same to gamble your chances with Y/N, don’t deny.” He wiggled his brows and you can’t help the roll of your eyes. As much as your friends could joke all they want, they weren’t entirely wrong, and that’s what burned you up inside. Either that, or the alcohol was really getting to you.

“Just spin, Lee.” George orders and yet doesn’t deny a thing, a smirk simply tugging on his lips as Lee takes his turn. The time passes entirely too fast as Lee and a few others take their turns for a chance at 7 minutes in heaven. By the time it’s your turn, you’re falling just past tipsy on the drunk scale. Which only meant that despite having majority of your wits about you, you were quite fairly open to anything right now. Nothing too crazy, not enough to make bad decisions, but you could feel the alcohol spreading throughout your veins.

“And your partner will be,” Fred drags on as the bottle spins, and to no one’s surprise…

“George, you lucky git!”

“Why are we surprised it’s George?”

“Did you charm that to land on you, Georgie?”

All comments ignored as you laugh, simply getting up from your spot on the floor. Albeit clumsily with the buzz beneath your warm skin, your dress, and the pins and needles from sitting. George, however, is quick to be at your side… just like always.

“Careful,” He whispers, voice tinged soft yet deep with butterbeer on his breath. “Can’t have you falling for me now, not before we get to Heaven.” He muses in your ear as you nearly feel your knees give way at his proximity.

“George…”You breathe his name like a warning and yet it sounds all too inviting. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” You shoot back, and his brow raises as you near the storage closet.

“Besides, 7 minutes isn’t early enough time for the things I’d do to you.” You sigh as the door clicks shut, settling yourself on a couple of crates so nonchalantly. Your head falling to rest on your propped up elbow on another crate casually. As if the words you’d spoken wasn’t a tidal wave over George.

“Then let me.”

“What?” You tilt your head to face him, unaware that the words you’d meant to keep as a thought to yourself were spoken aloud.

“I said,” George breathes as he steps close, hands propping up on the crates on either side of you as if caging you between them.

“Let me.”

And suddenly George is on his knees, his hands on your thighs as you hiss softly like the contact burns you.

“George!” You yelp, only to be met with gentle shushes. The flush on your skin warm enough for George to feel beneath his fingertips and through your dress.

“Shh, don’t want them to hear you in Heaven, do you?” He whispers and your bottom lip catches between your teeth, shaking your head as he bunches your dress above your hips. A shudder running through you as the cool air of the storage closet hits you. The stark contrast against your warm skin raising goosebumps.

“Hm, might take me less than 7 minutes.” George hums as his fingers find your panties, a damp spot having grown within the last couple rounds.

“P-Please,” Your voice cuts through the silence of both your bated breaths, the plea hardly above a whisper. Thankfully, George doesn’t need to be told twice.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you to Heaven.”

That’s the last thing you hear before George is on you after moving your panties aside. Lips, tongue, fingers, and even teeth somehow as he leaves a love bite or two at your inner thighs. Your head thrown back as he drinks you up, your hand tangling through his ginger locks. Your other hand clamped over your mouth as you try to not to make a sound. Though it’s hard when George murmurs filthy nothings.

“You like that, love?” A lick along your core.

“Like when I kiss here, hm?” A wet kiss inside your thigh.

“Let me give you what you want.” His words garbled with your slick.

“I’ll be so good for you…” His hands running along your thighs.

Every word jumbling around your head, bouncing off the walls and lingering in your skin. It’s in your veins, in your heart.

“Wait, I’m going to-…!” Your words are cut short when your release comes crashing, your legs shaking in George’s hold as he works you through it. A soft cry is muffled into your hand as your thighs clench shut around his head, and he seems all too happy to stay there.

You don’t know how much time has passed, but you do know this is far from over after you’re both out of this closet.

[lostazuree]

୨୧—❝Go out with me?❞

HP Boys x Reader.ᐟ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Harry Potter boys struggling to ask you out.ᐟ

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ: Cedric Diggory, Harry Potter, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy.ᐟ

ᝰ ᴄᴇᴅʀɪᴄ ᴅɪɢɢᴏʀʏ.ᐟ

You're reading that same old book with torn edges, that looks as old as time. You've come to love it. What you didn't know, was that the boy infront also knows that. He wants to speak. But he can't. Though, you can feel his gaze on you all the time as he's sat across you at your desk in the library. You'd come here to read, not to have a Diggory staring at you! From the corner of your eye, you're noticing how he's sneaking glances at you. It's distracting. But he knows you're looking at him through your peripheral vision. So you finally look up.

"You're staring." "So are you." "I'm studying!" "So am I."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes and smile, despite yourself. He smiles back. Though, now, his confidence really is slipping through his fingers like sand.

He doesn't know what to say, and he knows you're noticing it. He's waiting for you to flip to a certain page and— There! A dried red rose placed neatly between the pages. You were pleasantly surprised, to say the least. "Oh, I wonder who could have placed that..." You said with a pretense obliviousness. "Me....I did." He chirped up a second after, which earned him a chuckle from you. "Thank you, Cedric." He smiled in response. Now is the time, he thought.

“Right. So, I was thinking—hypothetically—if someone were to ask you to Hogsmeade, say, next weekend…” "Hypothetically?" "Yes. Hypothetically."

You smiled, shaking your head at how silly it all sounded. "Depends. What's in it for me?"; "Butterbeer? Honeydukes fudge...and uh—my company? The hypothetical someone's company, I mean." And you grinned. "That's a great deal. I like the sound of that. Except, I don't want the hypothetical someone's company." You got up from your seat with your things and His head snapped towards you, just then; "Cedric Diggory's would do." you leaned down to where he was sitting, planted a kiss on his cheek and walked away. "Oh." And he sat there, dumbfounded, in a pleasant—giddy way.

ᝰ ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ .ᐟ

He's nervous. Very. He's been standing infront of the bathroom mirror for long that he feels his reflection would reach out and choke the words out of him. He's been practicing for so long that he has to remind himself every once in a while that his agenda is to ask you out, not to sell an insurance plan. Why can't he just do that? It can't be that hard. Except it is, for him. "Fancy seeing you here." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "That was—awful." he thought to himself, but he was soon pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a knock at the bathroom door. "You're gonna be late for potions, Harry!" your voice rang. “Y–yeah! Be right there!” You squint at him as soon as he steps out of the bathroom.

"You look tense, what took you so long in there?" "Mental practice." "Mental practice?" "Y'know, visualizing success."

You passed a grin, shaking your head. He seemed suspicious. You were not gonna use the bathroom now. His tongue gave up entirely as soon as you followed up with a question. "What kind of success?" His words falling out before he can stop them. "Uh..the kind where I ask you to Madam Puddifoot's tea shop and you say yes?" You stared at him in surprise, lips parted in shock before you laughed, "That's your idea of success?" Oh how embarrassed he felt! He could feel heat rising up to his cheeks like some stupid Shoujo. "Well, it is now!" He said, his voice an octave higher as he fixed his glasses. You tilted your head, pretending to consider it. "You're really bad at this.";

"It was supposed to be charming." "It was. Accidentally."

His head snapped towards you at once in surprise. "I'll go with you, Harry. Tea shop, tomorrow." And with a grin, you turned and walked away to your class. Him? He stood there, frozen, grinning silly.

ᝰ ꜰʀᴇᴅ ᴡᴇᴀꜱʟᴇʏ.ᐟ

He's many things. Funny, confident, charming (self proclaimed), and apparently, very incapable of asking you out like a normal person. Because the moment he sees you sitting there in the library, his brain goes static. He grabs a book without even seeing what it is about, pulls a chair across from you and sits, propping his chin on his elbow as he grins. "What'cha readin' love? You look rather focused." You click your tongue, raising an eyebrow at him. "Studying for a test of course, not everybody is as free as you are."; "Ouch?" He starts reading out loud to prove you wrong, except, he isn't really reading.

"And then he asks the girl sitting across from him, 'Would you like to go to Brews and Stews Cafe with me?'." You deadpanned, raising your head to stare at him. He continued, his eyes fixed on the book.

"And shockingly, or not so shockingly for the handsome lad, she sai—" "Stop projecting your fantasies on that book, Fred."

Now that perked his ears, even though it was stupidly obvious what he was doing, he wanted to know what gave it away.

"What?" "You're not even trying." "What do you mean by that, love?" "No such lines exist in that book. You're holding an encyclopedia, y'know. Upside down." "Oh.."

He was mentally face palming. You on the other hand, pack your stuff up with a hint of a smirk, before you ruffle his hair and lean down. "She said yes for 6 p.m., by the way." which earned you a sheepish smile by him. "And she also said that the 'handsome lad' should step up his game." With that, you walked away. He didn't know whether to feel offended or giddy—but oh well, mission successful!

ᝰ ɢᴇᴏʀɢᴇ ᴡᴇᴀꜱʟᴇʏ.ᐟ

He's been roaming around in the lawn for a long while, holding a bunch of crumpled paper cranes that he's been making absentmindedly, wondering how he'd ask you out. You liked this stuff. Maybe that's why, since this morning he's been trying to do make something nice, in hopes you'd notice that he's been trying to make a move. He's been wanting to do it for a good while. He's surprised he's even so nervous, but he can't really bring himself to be confident like usual either. How is he even really gonna— "Ouch!!" A smack lands across his back, from you, of course. "Now, what was that for?!"; "Nothing." You said with a grin and he shook his head, now stuffing the cranes in his cloak's pocket. "What are those?" You asked him before he took them out, and held them out to you. Origami? Since when was he interested in this? "It's a little disoriented." You murmured, holding his hand and guiding him with the folds and he can't help but smile at how concentrated you are. "Now that, looks nice." He grinned. "Since when were you into all of this?" You asked, strolling beside him.

"Since this morning, if it guaranteed your attention." You blinked, "What?" "Nothing!" He's grinning now, but his ears are red. "I said nothing."

He hands you the paper cranes, signaling you to unfold one. There's a little scribble inside. "20% off at the tea shop on Saturday. Trip?" You can tell he tried to draw a flower next to it but erased it out of embarrassment. "A trip? With Fred?" it didn't take him even a second to cut you off. "Without him." You smiled, raising an eyebrow.

"Is that your way of asking me out, Weasley?" "Depends. Was it good enough?" "It was terrible." "Aww man."

"You're such a sap, George." Though, you folded the piece of paper and placed it in your pocket with a faint smile. "So that's a yes."; "You're awfully overconfident." you rolled your eyes. "Wrong?"; "Not really."

ᝰ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟꜰᴏʏ.ᐟ

This is the perfect time to ask you out. But he still just can't. You're sitting right by him in the common room. He wants to ask you out. But at the same time, he doesn't. His ego won't let him. He's surely gonna get teased and never hear the end of it. He's sat too close to you for his own comfort. Though, he kind of likes it, it's a—nice kind of discomfort. He'd never admit that he likes to hear you yap, and he thinks that he does a phenomenal job at making it seem like you irritate him. But he doesn't. His faint smile gives it away. Though, today, he seems a little distant, fingers fiddling with crumpled pieces of paper. He tried—tried to make it less awkward by thinking he'd write you a letter. But quickly decided against it. Though, to his surprise, you already knew how he was struggling to ask you out. For the past whole week. It didn't take a genius to figure out with his Oh-so-obvious hints and his terrible attempts to back out.

"Fancy you studying beside me today." "Fancy you noticing where I study." "Wow, being sarcastic now? I'm sure you weren't even listening what I said." "I don't need to be." A beat. "And I did listen."

He regretted saying that. You didn't need to know that. But now you did. To change the topic, or perhaps to hide his embarrassment, he decides to say something even more embarrassing, (for him), "Oh, you know..I'm potentially available this Sunday." He said, looking away as if that statement was self explanatory. "Oh. That's nice." You hummed. He frowned. Then decided that his next statement might do it. "Andd...I'm thinking about going to Hogsmeade." You grinned. "That's great. It's a nice place." He was on the verge of giving up now. "You're impossible, (Y/N)." And you almost felt sorry for the poor guy. But, you, being the stubborn you, wanted HIM to make the move. "You know, Draco, there's a phrase more impossible than I am." That got his attention quickly. "What?"; "Repeat after me."

"Would you," "Would you," "Like to," "Like to," "Come to," "Come to," "Hogsmeade with me?" "Hogsmeade with me?" "Yes I would, Draco!" "oh....Oh!"

He realised a beat too late but, atleast he earned himself a date, at the cost of his dignity, smiling despite himself.

First time writing for HP characters! Hope it's not ooc. Reblogs and Likes would be highly appreciated! 🎀

[bonesofall]

with friends like these...

kinks. virginity loss, corruption, unprotected sex, MDNI

synopsis. he’s known you since you were kids and uses the “we’re going to different places, let’s just do it once” excuse. after all, you owe it to him, don’t you? he’s had your back for so many years…

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previous << lack of boundaries pt iii

deciding to move so far away from the place and people you've known your whole life wasn't easy at all. that was the truth. what was harder to leave behind though, was your best friend.

the two of you had been a pair longer than you could remember. you've watched each other go through every stage of life so far, through every shitty haircut and awkward stage of puberty. he's the one who always waited outside your house when you were running late to give you a ride to wherever you needed to be. the one who held you after a bad day or a horrible breakup.

he's stuck with you through it all.

as you now lie in his bed on your side with your limbs slotted through his, you take in the way his room looks the same as it always does. you want to remember it, as you know you won't be seeing it in a long time. it's like him. an organized mess, easy to navigate if you know it. the smell of clean linens and heady cologne are so familiar that it makes you ache at the thought of leaving it behind. that, and you're so used to the hum of his ceiling fan and the faint whirring noise of the monitor.

"can't believe you're actually doing it," he says quietly, his voice not teasing for once, and that makes it sound so much more real and unnerving. a part of you wishes he'd make a joke at this time to alleviate all the anxieties you're going through. "feels fake. like you'll call me tomorrow and say you changed your mind."

you smile, but it's small. "you'd like that too much."

"yeah," he says, under his breath, eyes flicking down to your mouth before he catches himself. "i would."

the silence that follows isn't uncomfortable, but it is full of all the things you're both too scared to say. you shift impossibly closer and squeeze his body, closing your eyes tightly. if you think hard enough, you're sure you can merge the two of you together. strange and a little needy, perhaps, but you can't control yourself right now. he doesn't move away, moving a big hand to stroke your hair gently.

"you're gonna forget about me," he says thoughtfully.

you hug him tighter and shake your head, hating the fact that he's even considering that right now. how could you forget the most important person in your life? he's practically your soulmate. you couldn't forget about him if you tried. "not true."

"you say that now."

tipping your head up, you meet his gaze full on as his hands continue stroking your hair and body. you try to gauge what's on his mind right now, but you come up blank. you wonder why he feels compelled to say this all to you now, the night before you leave. still, you defend yourself and your relationship with him. "you're my best friend. you think that changes just because I'm not two streets away anymore?"

after a long pause, he murmurs, "still doesn't feel fair."

"what doesn't?"

"that I only get one more night with you."

it feels as though he has something on his mind that he's not telling you, which isn't a good sign. back when you were kids, the two of you had sworn to never hide anything from each other. good or bad, secrets had to be divulged so the two of you could work it out together.

he lets out a long sigh, cupping your cheek with his warm palm to keep your head facing him. his eyes stay on you as he speaks again. "you know," he starts slowly, his voice softer than usual, "i've always kind of… looked out for you."

you frown a little, not sure where this is going. "yeah, i know."

"no, i mean…" he pauses, runs a hand through his hair, and laughs under his breath. "i mean really looked out for you. since we were kids."

you press your cheek into his bicep, blinking up at him. "mhm..."

he exhales slowly. "i just keep thinking about how many times i've seen you cry... or get hurt... or make a mistake, and every time, i just- i don't know. i've just had your back, always. i'm your protector."

he shifts a little closer without meaning to, his voice getting more quiet. "like when you got into that accident and cut your leg. remember that? you were bleeding down your knee and crying so much, but i carried you all the way back to your house even though you were fussing the whole time."

you snort at the memory, embarrassed by your theatrics from years ago, but he doesn't join in on your laughter. his gaze remains steady on yours. "and every time some guy treated you like shit," he continues, "i waited until you were somewhere safe and away from him... and i taught him a lesson." you open your mouth to say something, but he keeps talking, he's afraid if he stops, he won't have the courage to start up again. and this is his last chance to lay it bare on you.

"i used to think I was just being a good friend," he says quietly. "you know, the protective one. the one who makes sure you get home safe, carries your bag when you're tired and keeps an extra hoodie for you because you always forget yours. but lately, i keep wondering if that's all it was. if I just..." he breaks off, shakes his head. "i don't know. maybe I'm just talking nonsense."

your heart starts beating faster without warning. "no, keep going. please." you whisper. "what are you trying to say?"

"just that..." he pauses, looking down at you. you figure what he's about to say must be very serious, because he sits up fully, then tugs you up so you're straddling him and looking into his eyes. "i want to make sure you don't go out into the world and give yourself up to some guy who might want you for the wrong reason. and then i won't be there to stop you or tell you he's a dick. i want to make sure your first time is special and safe. with someone you love."

you gasp when he sits you upright, your knees on either side of his hips and your crotch placed right on his. he holds the dip of your waist in his big hands, gripping you firmly so you stay in the position he put you in. your chest pressed to his, your lower halves squished together...

"you love me, don't you?"

"of course i do." you breathe out, not knowing why you're so winded all of a sudden. he bites his lower lip and groans, tugging you in closer. "say it properly."

"i love you. a-a lot."

he hums, pressing his lips to your cheek, then slowly moving them down to your jaw to trail his kisses up to your ear. "you'll let me have it then, won't you? your first time with the man you love," he says directly in your ear, one hand moving down to cup your ass through your thin pj bottoms, while the other slips sneakily under your shirt to rest against your tummy. you don't answer, soft sighs leaving you at the pleasurable sensations of his hands and mouth on you.

of course it would be okay for him to have it. why wouldn't it be? he's your best friend. no one in the whole world is closer to you than him. and he's shown how much he loves you back all the years he's been protecting you, taking care of you, reassuring you when you felt sad or unworthy. and you'd been each others firsts in other regards as well. he'd been the first to take you on a date, sleep over in your bed, and kiss you. he'd taught you how when you were younger and curious.

the both of you were laughing under the covers of your bed even though you'd told your parents he was going to sleep on the floor. he'd asked so sweetly, "have you been kissed yet, sweetheart?" when you'd kept giggling and told him no, he'd tugged you in his arms and promised he'd teach you how, and gosh, he did.

it had been sloppy at first - your noses kept bumping and the way your tongue rolled over his was sloppy, but he was patient and sweet with you, coaxing your lips to mold perfectly against his and to go at a slow, even pace until you melted into it.

it hadn't been a one time occurrence either.

after that night, you both pretended it hadn't meant anything more than teaching you. it was easier than admitting how he'd looked at your mouth every time you smiled after, or how your stomach twisted whenever he drew you to him for more "practice".

now, as his lips moved to yours and he began to kiss you slowly and gently, you couldn't find it in yourself to say anything but; "mmm... mhm, y-you can have it..."

mtch... the way his lips continued moving against yours had your brain melting. his tongue had slipped past the barrier now and had started to roll over yours, and you could feel him lift your top up to your shoulders to expose your chest. he's going so slow. taking his time to get you ready and focus on your pleasure, while giving you a chance to back out.

"you taste so good," he praises, pulling back just enough to lick his lips and catch more of your taste on his tongue, while sliding your shirt up over your head. his comes off right after. moaning into your mouth, he tilts his head to catch your tongue at a better angle, rolling it over yours noisily. "ahh- you always taste so good."

you feel heat pooling low in your body at his ministrations. the kisses are so slow and syrupy that it feels like he's devouring you with that big tongue of his deep in your mouth. his lips are closed around yours firmly, meaning you couldn't break away if you wanted. anticipation for more causes you to act without thinking, and you find yourself nudging your hips back and forth. your clothed hole rubs against the thickening bulge in his pants, catching against the fabric and creating delicious friction.

your tongues move together in tandem as your hips buck against one another. "ah- can't take much more baby," he warns, grabbing on your hips and pulling back slightly. both your gazes flick momentarily to the saliva stringing between your separated mouths. "gonna make your first time so special."

"mngh-! slow down, please!"

the pitiful pleading coming from your parted, swollen lips are the best you can muster as your best friend holds your thighs apart, pushing his fingers in and out of you traitorously slow. when he said he was going to make you feel special, you hadn't expected him to be fixated on your pleasure for over an hour. one hand keeps you still, while he slides two of fingers in to the knuckle. his mouth, on the other hand, is busy with your tasting you, his tongue laving over your pussy and swirling circles against the puffy folds.

"but i mmh... -can't..." he says with a mouthful of you, eyes hooded and dark. "gotta make sure you're ready for me."

his voice sends vibrations up your core, making you shiver and buck your hips closer to his face involuntarily. he grins, delving his tongue between your slick folds once more, savoring the sweet essence of your excitement. as his fingers curl inside you, his tongue laps at you greedily.

your breathy moans fall on deaf ears as he continues fucking his fingers into you while now rubbing and shaking his tongue over your pussy. he has your juices dribbling down his chin and he's making the filthiest noises possible - half from the squelching of your pussy and half from his groans. "you taste so good - gosh. why've you been hiding this pretty pussy from me, sweetheart?"

you whimper pathetically, your voice hoarse from the involuntary cries of rapture that have been spilling from your lips for the past hour.

"asked you a question beautiful." he chastises, punishing you by slowing his fingers in you, making sure you feel every press of his fingertips against your soft walls, and the scrape of his knuckles against them.

when he twists his fingers inside you and shoves them back in at full force, you're forced to answer through a cry, unable to endure much more of this. "fuck! i'm sorry, i don't know!" you say, followed by a loud cry of his name.

each thrust of his hand forces a shudder of pleasure through your trembling body, your back arching off the bed as you writhe beneath his touch. "we should've done this before, hm? way sooner." his grip tightens on your thighs as he works a third finger into your slick channel. your thoughts are hazing with the intensity of it all.

"there now, just relax," he murmurs, placing a lingering kiss on your aching, swollen clit. " ''m not stopping 'til i've had my fill of this pussy."

he plunges his tongue deep into your dripping folds, fucking your weeping hole with the hot, thick tongue. his fingers curl and beckon, stroking along your clenching walls, stirring your insides and forcing your arousal to gush forth in pulsing waves.

he drinks it down as if it were the finest ambrosia, his mourh lapping and suckling greedily as he works you towards your impending climax.

your body grinds against him, seeking more of the blissful torment that only he can provide. he persists, slipping his tongue into your weeping hole alongside his fingers, feeling your walls fluttering around him, gripping and squeezing as they anticipate his thick cock stretching them even further.

"y'close, aren't you?" he coos, circling his tongue inside of you before popping it out so he can finger you hard and fast. "lemme have it then, sweetheart. cum for me."

he sees your body seizing up, your muscles locking as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. you scream and throw your head back. your pussy clamps around his fingers, rippling and milking the digits as if trying to pull them deeper. he works you through your orgasm relentlessly, pumping his fingers to make your juices gush out to coat his hand and drip down onto the bed.

slipping his fingers free, he brings them up to his mouth and licks them clean before kneeling on the bed, his rigid cock jutting out and slapping up against his stomach. its so swollen from how long he'd been holding back from cumming, as toying with you had nearly brought him to the edge. his cock leaks shiny rivulets of precum down his shaft, wetting his heavy balls.

"i can't wait anymore," he says desperately, gripping your hips and yanking you towards him, pulling you into position to take his aching cock inside.

he wraps one hand around the base, stroking it languidly as he notches the broad tip against your hole. the warmth radiating from your core envelops the head of his cock as he teases you with the promise of being filled beyond capacity. he takes his time, rubbing himself up and down your slit, coating himself in your mess.

whining at the stimulation, your eyes widen as you feel his tip slide between your folds. "you're okay baby," he murmurs. " 'm gonna go real slow f'you, m'kay?"

"k-kay..."

he begins to push forward, his cock slowly sinking inside of you inch by throbbing inch. he doesn't stop until he's buried to the hilt, his heavy balls resting against your ass, and kissing your womb. you keen and squirm, your back arching helplessly as your body struggles to take the sheer size of him.

he lets out another shaky groan and tips his head back at the feeling of your walls squeezing him like you're trying to pull him even deeper than the hilt he's already bottomed out at.

"oh hell…" the words spill out of him in a hoarse, wrecked groan, his eyes squeezing shut for a second because the reality of finally being inside you almost knocks him out. "you're… sweetheart, you're so tight. you're hugging my cock so hard."

you make a broken, high-pitched sound, fingers scrambling for something. he threads his hands through yours and pins them above your head, grounding you with his weight over you and the warmth of his body. his hips stay absolutely still, cock buried so deep inside it feels like he's in your guts. you can feel him throbbing inside you, impatience vibrating through his body even as he forces himself to stay still for you to adjust.

"look at me," he whispers, brushing his nose across your cheek. "lemme see those eyes. wanna see you while you take your first cock."

you blink up at him, watery and overwhelmed, and his expression shifts entirely. his mouth falls open just a little, like he's seeing something he's wanted his entire life finally in front of him.

"yeah," he breathes, "that's it. that's my girl."

you shudder under him, the praise shooting straight down your spine, making your pussy clench around him again. he feels it, every tiny squeeze, and it coaxes a deep, guttural sound out of his chest. his hips twitch forward without permission.

"d-don't-" you gasp, nails digging into his forearm. "you're… you're so big…"

"i know, baby. i know. just keep breathing, yeah?"

you try. you really do. but every inhale is shaky as your walls stretch and pulse around him. it's too much and not enough all at once. the fullness, the heat, the impossible pressure of him sitting so deep inside. he shifts slightly forward, flared tip nudging your womb, and your mouth falls open on a soft sob.

he freezes instantly. "was that good or too much?"

"g-good," you squeak, your thighs trembling around him.

his eyes darken, pupils blown wide. "yeah? felt good when i moved?"

you nod frantically, squeezing at his hands tightly to stop yourself from crying at the stretch. and then he pulls out just enough to feel the drag of your tight, slick walls clinging to him; before pushing back in so slowly.

"there she is…" he groans, thrusting just a little deeper, savoring the way your pussy flutters helplessly around him. "my perfect girl takes me so well."

his hips grind against yours, each movement deliberate, slow enough that you can feel every ridge and vein of him sliding inside you. your walls clench around him instinctively, a wet, pulsing squeeze that makes his teeth grit with need. he leans down, brushing his lips against your shoulder, then trailing hot, wet kisses down your collarbone as his cock bottoms out.

"you feel so perfect," he groans, his hands squeezing yours to keep you anchored while he rocks slowly in and out, teasing the tip against your womb.

he leans down, capturing your lips in another sloppy, desperate kiss while he thrusts into you slow and deep.

"'m all in your guts, sweetheart." he leans forward so his cock nudges even deeper inside you. "feel me filling you…' gonna make you cum so many times." he keeps going, slow, deliberate, causing your walls to clamp hard and milk his cock, and he knows immediately by the way your body locks up that you're seconds from shattering completely.

"cum for me, baby," he rasps, thrusting deep once, letting you ride the edge as your body convulses. "let go… let me hear it…"

your orgasm rips through you, your back arching as waves of pure pleasure crash over you. he groans loudly, letting you ride the tremors of your body as he watches you writhe under him.

the second your walls clamp tight around him, slick and squeezing him deeper on purpose, he chokes on a breath, fingers squeezing yours. "ah- my god, i can't hold much longer if you keep doing that-" he warns, now driving into you like an animal.

his hips snap forward, fucking into you with sharp, needy thrusts that make your body jolt up the bed with each one. he's panting against your mouth, forehead pressed to yours, breath hot and frantic. he gasps, thrusting harder, deeper. then he moves one hand under your knee to push your leg up, opening you wider. the new angle makes you cry out loud. he moans when he hears it, hips stuttering before slamming forward again.

"that's it, that's my girl. mngh- i can't slow down, i can't..." his voice is frantic, breath hitching. "been holding back all night, and now you're- ngh-gripping me like you wanna make me cum inside you-"

"yes," your whine. "y-yeah, i want it, please-!"

he loses it the second you say it, and slams one last time into you, so deep his hips tremble against yours, and he breaks. his cock throbs violently inside you, pulsing hard as hot, thick ropes spill deep in your cunt and coat your walls.

he cums so hard his body shakes above you, face pressed to yours as he pumps every last drop into you with shallow, rough thrusts that drag his sensitive cock through the slick warmth he just filled.

happy day four.

[oc3anlvsu]

“You really can’t tell?”

Fred Weasley x Ron’s best friend

Summery| Fred Weasley has a huge crush on his brother’s best friend, but she’s completely oblivious. Between teasing her about her handwriting, stealing her food, and randomly braiding her hair, Fred thinks he’s flirting — she just thinks he’s annoying

Tropes|best friends brother|teasing|slow burn ish| Friends to lovers 

Ps-can you tell I’m going through my drafts?

You’d gotten used to being at the Burrow.

It was chaos — noisy, warm, full of mismatched furniture and even more mismatched personalities — but somehow, it always felt like home. Being Ron Weasley’s best friend meant you spent half your free time there, especially during breaks. Mrs. Weasley insisted on it, and Ron never minded. The only problem?

Fred.

Fred Weasley, the embodiment of trouble, the human form of a smirk. He was everywhere — perched on countertops, sprawled across couches, always ready with a joke that left you groaning or blushing.

He teased you relentlessly. Constantly. You were convinced it was just his favorite pastime.

Like the first morning of the summer holidays.

You were sitting at the kitchen table, scribbling something in a notebook probably writing Ron‘s essay for him when Fred leaned over your shoulder, eyes scanning your writing.

“Blimey, Y/N,” he said, mock horror in his voice. “I can barely read that. Is this supposed to be English or a coded message for the Death Eaters?”

You turned sharply, nearly jabbing him with your quill. “It’s notes, Fred.”

“Ah,” he said, nodding solemnly. “From the looks of it, you’ll need a translation spell to read them later.”

“Go away.”

“But it’s fascinating!” He snatched the notebook from under your hand and held it up. “Look at this ‘g’ — looks like it’s running for its life.”

“Fred!”

He grinned, handing it back with an exaggerated bow. “Don’t worry, love. I still like you, even if your handwriting’s a war crime.”

You rolled your eyes. “You don’t like me.”

He smirked, and for a fleeting second — just a second — there was something softer in his eyes. “Don’t I?”

Before you could answer, George strolled in and smacked his twin on the shoulder. “Stop terrorizing Y/N, mate. She’s going to hex your eyebrows off again.”

You hid a smile behind your quill. Maybe you would. Or maybe this time you’d turn them pink.

It was the same kind of teasing at Hogwarts.

In the common room, Fred always managed to insert himself into your conversations with Ron. You’d be talking about Quidditch strategies or homework, and suddenly, a pair of long fingers would start combing through your hair.

“Fred,” you said one evening, trying to ignore the feeling of a braid forming behind your head. “What are you doing?”

“Helping,” he said innocently, still twisting strands between his fingers.

“Helping with what?”

“Your hair,” he said, his tone all too casual. “It was just sitting there, looking bored.”

Ron glanced up from his chessboard. “Mate, what are you doing to her hair?”

“Improving it,” Fred said.

“I swear, Fred,” you muttered, reaching back to swat his hand away.

He dodged it easily. “You’ll ruin my masterpiece, Y/N.”

“Fred,” you said again, warning in your voice.

He leaned closer, his breath brushing your ear. “Relax. I’m an artist.”

You turned around — which only resulted in his half-finished braid falling apart. He looked mildly offended.

“Unbelievable,” he said. “You’ve destroyed it.”

“I didn’t ask for it in the first place!”

“Tragic,” he said dramatically. “My best work, gone before its time.”

Ron groaned. “You two are worse than mum and dad sometimes.”

“Oi!” you both said at once — and Fred broke into a grin at your synchronized outrage.

The teasing continued through everything.

At breakfast, he’d steal food off your plate, just to annoy you.

“Fred!” you snapped one morning as he snagged your toast right before you bit into it.

He just grinned, chewing obnoxiously. “You weren’t eating it fast enough.”

“That’s because you took it.”

“I’m saving you from cold toast, love. A noble act, really.”

“Then maybe save someone else next time.”

“Can’t,” he said, reaching for your pumpkin juice. “You’re my favorite victim.”

You huffed, shoving his hand away. “You’re impossible.”

But later that same morning, when you’d barely touched your lunch because you were upset about a Transfiguration essay, he quietly slid his plate over to you without a word.

You blinked down at the food. “Fred, you—”

“Eat,” he said simply. “Before Ron eats it for you.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but he gave you a look — still teasing, but a little softer. You gave in.

It took everyone else about two days to realize that Fred Weasley was completely, hopelessly, and ridiculously in love with you.

Everyone except you.

To you, he was just Fred — the annoying twin who teased you about everything from your handwriting to your posture, who laughed when you got flustered, who seemed to pop up everywhere you went.

When Hermione hinted at it once, you’d laughed. “Fred? No, he just likes irritating me.”

Hermione had given you a look that was far too knowing. “You really can’t tell?”

“Tell what?”

She sighed. “Never mind.”

One rainy afternoon at the Burrow, you found yourself alone in the sitting room. The others were upstairs — Ginny doing homework, Ron and Harry probably playing chess, and Fred and George, you assumed, were plotting new inventions in their room.

You were curled up on the couch with a book when Fred appeared, leaning against the doorway.

“You look cozy,” he said, eyes glinting.

“I was,” you said without looking up. “Until you got here.”

“Ouch,” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “You wound me.”

“Good.”

He came over anyway, plopping down beside you, far too close. You scooted away instinctively, but he just smirked. “I don’t bite, you know.”

“I’d argue that.”

He ignored that. “Whatcha reading?”

“Hogwarts: A History.”

“Thrilling.”

You looked up, finally smiling. “I like it.”

“Of course you do,” he said fondly. “You’d probably read a book about goblin tax laws and enjoy it.”

“I would not.”

“You would,” he said, grinning. “And you’d correct me if I said goblins don’t pay taxes.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help laughing. “You’re impossible.”

He watched you laugh, the teasing fading into something else — something quieter.

You didn’t notice.

Fred tilted his head, studying you for a moment, like he wanted to memorize every piece of that smile. “You know,” he said softly, “you’re a lot cuter when you’re not scowling at me.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

He grinned again before you could answer. “Nothing.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re weird.”

“I prefer ‘mysterious.’”

“Sure you do.”

That evening, everyone gathered around the dinner table. Mrs. Weasley bustled about, Ron and Harry bickered over the last roll, and George was cracking jokes. You were sitting between Fred and Ginny when a sudden shout rang out from upstairs — followed by a loud bang.

“Fred! George! What have you done now?” Mrs. Weasley yelled from the kitchen.

George shot Fred a look. “You set it off too early!”

“I did not!” Fred said indignantly, jumping up from the table.

Mrs. Weasley pointed toward the stairs. “Upstairs! Both of you!”

Fred groaned, turning to you as he passed. “If I don’t survive this, remember me fondly.”

You smirked. “I’ll try not to.”

He winked. “That’s all I can ask.”

Later that night, when you were getting ready for bed in Ginny’s room, you heard a soft knock at the door. You opened it to find Fred standing there, hair tousled, still smelling faintly of gunpowder and soap.

“Hey,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry about dinner. Mum nearly hexed me into next week.”

You grinned. “You probably deserved it.”

“Probably,” he admitted. “But I did bring you something.”

He held up a small chocolate frog.

You blinked. “Is that supposed to be an apology?”

He grinned. “No. It’s a bribe.”

“For what?”

“ to get you to admit you like me”

You froze, the teasing tone in his voice only half masking something sincere underneath.

“I—”

He smiled wider, the charm flicking back into place before you could say anything. “Relax, Y/N. Just teasing.”

You rolled your eyes, heart pounding. “Of course you are.”

But when he handed you the frog, your fingers brushed — and for a second, neither of you moved.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said softly.

“Goodnight, Fred.”

As he walked away, you caught yourself smiling — and for the first time, you weren’t sure why.

[somethingvicked]

Sticky

warnings: female reader, smut, spanking, cum play, hints of jealousy.

Eddie loved to make you wet. In so many ways.

He loved kissing you deeply, seeing how small strings of saliva connected your lips after you pulled back.

He loved kissing all over your body, leaving marks behind. He loved sucking on your perfect tits, seeing your nipples harden, glistening with his spit as he blew on them, making you whimper.

He loved toying with you until your pussy was so wet it left spots on his sheet, he loved eating your delicious pussy, until it was impossible to tell what was his saliva and what was your juices running down his chin.

Eddie loved to jerk himself off and cum on your belly or your breasts, seeing the thick and sticky mess it left.

He always pouted a little when you grabbed the nearest rag to wipe it away.

But what Eddie loved the most, was to cum inside you. To see how your sweet little pussy couldn’t contain all his spent, how it dribbled out of you.

And his absolute favorite, was to make you put on your panties again, knowing his load would leak out of you, soaking your underwear and you’d have to wear them all day, feeling his lust for you every second.

The mere thought the crotch of your panties heavy with his cum, dribbling out on the sides and down at your thighs… it made him want to start all over again and fill you up even more.

He had fucked you inside the utility closet in school before lunch and then spent the lunchbreak pushing his own cum back inside you underneath the table, while talking to the boys at the Hellfire table.

You might find it annoying in an amused way but you let him, because you knew he loved it. It wasn’t just a kink thing, it was also his way of putting his claim on you. Even if no one else knew, it was enough that he did. You wore his cum like other girls wore a cherished necklace and it made him proud.

Like that time when you first met Steve Harrington, when Dustin had invited you two to a movie night at Steve’s. To be fair, Steve didn’t know you were Eddie’s girlfriend at first, that was the only reason Eddie didn’t immediately ripped Steve’s beloved hair out.

Eddie hadn’t said anything, he had simply watched through narrowed eyes as Steve stepped a bit closer to you than necessary, asking how long you had known Dustin, and that clearly Dustin had hold off on telling how pretty you were.

You had just laughed and thanked him, and then simply said that since Eddie was your boyfriend you and Dustin had known each other as long as him and Eddie.

Steve had immediately backed off, to his credit. However, that didn’t stop Eddie from dragging you off to the bathroom almost immediately, fucking you on top of the sink, his hand over your mouth to muffle your filthy screams, tears running freely down your cheeks, drool smearing all over his hand. And knowing you would sit on Harrington’s couch with his cum soaking your panties afterward... Maybe you would even leave a stain on that pricey couch.

Eddie hoped so.

Then there were the weekly gigs at the Hideout. Eddie just couldn’t perform without having fucked you in the bathroom, bending you over the dirty sink – and fucking you from behind, all while ordering you to look into the mirror, watching yourself get wrecked as Eddie pounded into you.

Because of this, you had even stopped putting your make up on at home, before going to the bar, you always did it afterwards, in the bathroom at the Hideout, because you were rendered to a teary, blubbering mess when Eddie finally made you cum, before filling you up with his seed.

Eddie would give you a long kiss and then leave the bathroom to set up the stage while you did your make up, always coming out just in time to when Corroded Coffin started their gig.

For Eddie, cumming inside you and knowing that the entire time you watched him on stage, his cum was dripping out of you, so close up against your cunt, sticking the fabric of your underwear to your skin.

You had asked him one time why he felt he needed to do that. Their weekly gig was on Tuesdays after all, and mostly it was just local drunks that had long since lost interest in anything else than their poison of choice.

Eddie told you it was like a good luck charm, knowing that he had claimed you, watching you watch him from the floor, all while a piece of him stained your panties.

That being said, Eddie’s favorite might be to fill you up with his cum, but he loved to make you wet and sticky in other ways too. Every way he could, really.

Once when you two were setting up for the weekly Hellfire session, you had placed the figurines on the table and then thoughtlessly said that he looked so good on his throne, it made your heart flutter. A true ‘master’.

You hadn’t even realized what you’d done, calling him ‘master’ like that, but Eddie took no mercy on you.

He dragged you down on his lap, pressing his forehead to yours. “How dare you say that to me when the boys will be here soon? How will I function through this meeting after you said that.”

“Sorry,” you whimpered, squirming on his lap as you felt his cock swell.

“Oh, no. Don’t think you’re getting off that easily,” Eddie told you. “Turning me on like that. You need to be punished, little girl.”

“Nooo,” you protested and Eddie immediately got serious. “Color?” he asked you, wanting to see if he had crossed a line, but you smiled and shook your head.

“Green,” you assured him, so he continued.

“You’re getting a spanking, so you won’t forget how uncomfortable you’ve made me. So we’re even,” he told you, flipping you over so you laid on his lap, ass up.

He was glad you had worn a skirt today, so he could simply flip it up. He admired your lace panties. “Since these are so pretty you get to keep them on. I hope the lace leaves a pattern on this amazing ass.”

You whimpered and moved around a bit, but stopped when Eddie cleared his throat in warning.

“Let’s see,” he mused, stroking his hand over your ass cheeks. “I think… well, we’re on a tight schedule here, so let’s go with ten. I want you to count them for me.”

“Yes, master,” you said, a playful tone in your voice which made Eddie growl.

“Just for that you’re getting one extra,” he told you, giving your ass a little warm up slap, making you squeak.

“You ready?” he asked you and you nodded. “Remember, if it’s too much, use your safeword,” he reminded you and you nodded again. He didn’t think you would though. Despite your squirming he knew that you loved to be spanked. It was one of your favorite kinks. A couple of times he had even made you come just from spanking and nothing else, but he wanted to make sure. He loved you more than life itself and would never do anything that truly harmed you.

Then he finally raised his hand and brought it down on your ass, hard, making a smacking sound echo around the drama room.

You squeaked again, wiggling a little but said “one,” like a good girl, so he made sure to rub the spot soothingly before bringing it down again. And again, and again.

After the fifth one, he paused and rubbed your ass, admiring how it was now a dark pink. “You’re doing so good, baby girl,” he comforted you, smiling when he saw that you were soaked from your own juices, slick coating your thighs and rubbing off on his jeans. “Only five more. Can you handle that?”

You nodded, trying to rub your thighs together, rubbing against him and he tutted his tongue at you.

“No way, sweetheart. This is a punishment. You don’t get to cum. I want you to feel this the whole time through the session. Just for that I’m going to up my game.”

He turned the rings on his fingers around, so they were facing his palm and would also land on your ass with the blows.

And with that he started spanking you again, delivering the remaining five ones.

When he was finished your ass was more of a shade of red and he was certain you would have small bruises from his rings.

“So good, baby girl,” he praised you, rubbing your shoulders as he helped you onto your feet again. “Eddiiiie,” you whined as he smoothed down your skirt. “Now I’m all wet and sticky,” you complained, and he just snorted.

“Serves you right for teasing me like that, baby. You’ll have to wait until afterwards.”

Of course, he was hornier than ever after giving you a spanking and seeing how it affected you, seeing your slick dripping down your thighs, soaking through the thin crotch of your panties. And the thought that you had to sit down with that slick, making your panties stick to your skin, the skin of your ass burning… it was a good thing he was sitting down too, so no one would notice the rock hard erection he sported.

Eddie wasn’t going to tell you that, though.

Later that evening when you and Eddie came back to his trailer, he took pity on you. You had squirmed the whole session, so much that Dustin had asked you if you’d gotten fleas or something. Eddie had immediately given the boy’s head a slap, calling him a dumb ass.

You lied smoothly, said that you had slipped on some ice outside your house and fallen on your ass, making it ache horribly!

Everyone had laughed heartily at that, but the boys clearly felt for you, so they had all offered you pieces of their snacks and drinks.

You and Eddie took a shower, where he cleaned the stickiness between your legs and carefully washed you from head to toe, still praising you for being such a good girl and such a smooth liar. You snorted at that.

Afterwards he rubbed lotion on your ass and grabbed some ice to put on your ass before he got dressed in his grey sweatpants and nothing else, while you stole one of his Corroded Coffin t-shirts and a pair of boxers to put on. 

All was calm for a moment, you two sat on the couch, watching TV. Then suddenly you slid down onto the floor and moved in between Eddie’s legs.

“What are you doing, baby girl?” he chuckled as you rubbed your palms against his thighs.

“Well… you complained earlier that I was a bad girl from calling you ‘master’ when you couldn’t do anything about it. But now you can. Besides, you owe me an orgasm,” you told him, pouting a little. “The whole night I had to sit in my wet panties, and I wasn’t allowed to cum when you spanked me. Now it’s time for revenge.”

“You’re not letting me cum?” Eddie asked, clearly amused.

You didn’t answer, instead you started to stroke him on top of his sweatpants, mouthing your lips against the outline of his cock.

His head tipped back and he closed his eyes, waiting for you to pull his pants down, but you didn’t. Instead you blew warm air against his cock, rubbed your face against the now growing bulge, taking the material of his pants in your mouth.

“Damn, baby,” he cursed, “not… not enough! Please…!”

“Not enough, you say?” you asked, mischief coating your tone. “Well… you still owe me an orgasm.”

Then you climbed up on top of him, setting your clothed pussy against his erection and started rubbing back and forth, moaning at the pleasure, your eyes closing in bliss.

“Baby…” Eddie whimpered. It felt amazing, but it would feel even more amazing to be inside you. Knowing he would fill you up. But clearly that wasn’t on your agenda.

“Oh, no,” you told him as you increased your pace. “It’s this or nothing. Take it or leave it… master.”

Eddie growled and grabbed on to your waist, bucking his hips upward to get more friction. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you rubbed against him, dry humping him on the couch.

He could feel the heat radiating from between your legs and knew that you were getting all wet again, wet from this.

It made him arch his hips even harder, almost making you fall off, your nails now digging in so hard that he could feel the skin break.

“There, you gave me marks, now I’m marking you,” you grinned at him, scratching down his back with your nails.

“No arguments here,” Eddie growled, “I want everyone to see how good I make you feel.”

That seemed to urge you on, your mouth hanging open from the intense pleasure, small “uh, uh’s” escaping you.

“Oh, baby,” you whimpered, tears gathering in your eyes. “Close… I’m… I’m…”

“Go ahead, princess, cum for me,” Eddie gritted out through his teeth, sweat dampening his bangs as he felt his balls draw up, and then spurting in his pants at the same time as you let out a loud wail, stilling on top of him, your whole body tensing up. Tears glistened on your cheeks from the intensity of it, your mouth still hanging open, a bit of spit shining on your lips.

Eddie smiled at you as he saw you come back to Earth, looking at him through sleepy eyes. “Good, sweetheart?” he asked and you nodded, kissing him deeply before getting up.

“I need a new pair of boxers,” you said, taking the off the pair you wore without further ado.

“And I need a new pair of pajama pants,” Eddie said, about to get up but you raised your hand like a stop sign.

“Nope. Now it’s your turn to sit with your own jizz cooling in your pants. Fair is fair after all.”

You giggled as you all but danced off to his room and Eddie cursed again, but he still couldn’t help but laugh too. 

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Heyooo!

Another Eddie idea!? Reader is secret horny virgin church girl, and shares this info with Eddie. Maybe starts with a late night phone call turns into phone sex?

A/N: here you gooo!!

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warnings: virgin!reader, church girl, phone sex, masturbation (f), praise, guided masturbation, virginity kink, corruption

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

Your room is quiet. Too quiet.

The Bible on your nightstand feels like it’s judging you.

You’re in bed, phone in hand, wearing your softest sleep shirt, the one that brushes your thighs and makes you feel just a little wicked. You shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t. But your thumb hovers over the name in your contacts.

Eddie Munson. The freak. The sinner. The boy who calls you “choir girl” like it’s a sin he’s dying to commit.

You tap Call before you lose your nerve.

It rings once. Twice.

"Hello?" His voice is groggy. Rough. Sexy. Like honey and whiskey rubbed across your thighs.

“Hi” you whisper.

“Well, well... didn’t expect to hear from the Holy Virgin this late” he drawls, suddenly very awake, “Did God forget to answer your prayers tonight, sweetheart?"

Your thighs press together under the blanket.

“I… I couldn’t sleep” you mumble, heart hammering.

“Aw, poor baby. Need me to read you a bedtime story? Or did you just want to hear my voice while you touch yourself under those church approved PJs?”

Your breath catches. Heat floods your cheeks.

“I’ve… never done that before”

There’s silence. And then a low, dangerous chuckle.

“Oh baby. You’re a virgin and untouched? You’re gonna make a sinner outta me real fast”

You gulp, “I just… I needed to tell someone. I trust you”

He softens, just a little. Enough for the next words to be gentle.

“You call me anytime you want to be bad, sweetheart. I’ll take real good care of you”

You whisper his name, shaky “Eddie…”

“Tell me what you're wearing” he repeats, voice low and syrup-thick in your ear “Go on, baby. Don’t get shy on me now”

You bite your lip “Just… a big t-shirt”

“Mmm” he hums, like he’s already got a visual “No panties?”

Your silence is the answer. He groans.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re layin’ there in bed, all innocent and bare under that shirt, and you’re calling me?. You’re gonna kill me”

You clutch the phone tighter, “I-I didn’t call to be bad…”

“Yes you did” he purrs “You wanted to be bad. You needed someone to help you cross that line. And you picked me”

You whimper, “Is that wrong?”

Eddie’s breath hitches, “Baby, I think you called the devil lookin’ for salvation”

Your breath’s shaky. Legs shifting, “Eddie… I don’t know what to do”

His voice softens, but the heat never fades, “That’s okay. I’ll teach you, sweetheart. You just follow my voice, yeah?”

You nod, forgetting he can’t see you, “Y-yeah”

“Good girl” he growls “Now. I want you to slide your hand down. Nice and slow. Under that shirt. Between those pretty thighs”

Your fingers tremble. You’ve touched there before, but never like this. Never with someone listening.

“You feel how warm you are?” he murmurs “That’s all for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes” you breathe.

“Fuck. That’s so hot, baby. Now start touching yourself. Gentle. Just little circles. Tell me how it feels”

You gasp at the contact, hips twitching, “It… it tingles. Feels good”

“Oh, angel” he groans “That’s just the beginning. Keep going, just like that. I wanna hear you fall apart”

His voice is sinful. Hypnotic. You obey without thinking, your breath turning shaky as your fingers move.

“You wet yet?” he asks, breathless.

You nod again, but then manage, “Y-yeah. I think so”

“Oh fuck, I wish I could taste it” he moans “I’d get on my knees, spread you open, and feast like you were my last meal”

“Eddie!” you gasp, scandalized, but it sends a jolt straight through your spine.

“Sorry, baby” he chuckles darkly “You just bring out the blasphemy in me”

You whimper, “It feels really good now…”

“Yeah? Keep going. Let yourself get messy, baby. You’re not gonna burn for this, unless it’s from how hot you get when I tell you how good you sound”

You’re panting now, thighs clenching, back arching, “Eddie, I-I think I’m-”

“Don’t stop. I got you, baby. Let go. Cum for me, pretty girl”

You cry out softly, your orgasm crashing through you like the world’s softest lightning strike. Heat, tingles, trembling limbs. You moan his name like it’s sacred.

He groans into the phone like he felt it too, “Fuck. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. You okay?”

You blink up at the ceiling, heart racing, “I feel… amazing”

“Good girl” he whispers “I hope you know this was just the beginning”

You bite your lip, “Can I… call you tomorrow?”

“Oh, sweetheart” he chuckles, low and filthy, “I’m never letting you play alone again”

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I was wondering if you could please do a hurt//comfort fic for Eddie where reader was his best friend went missing around the same time as will and Barbara and was assumed dead from the “chemical leak” too but when Eddie is in the upside down during season four he finds her weak but somehow still alive, hiding somewhere in the upside down version of his trailer so it’s like a reunion where it’s kinda angsty but very sweet by the end ? Thank you very much if ya do !! 💛💛

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⚠️ Contains small references to depression and suicidal thoughts. Please don't read if this is triggering for you. Remember, the world is a beautiful place with you in it. Please reach out for support ❤️

Not until she's home safe

Will Byers, Barbara Holland, and Y/F/N went missing weeks ago.

After the kids went missing, everyone freaked out until the authorities covered up suspicious events by claiming there was a chemical leak and suggesting the bodies were likely deceased. The missing posters were removed, and the town acted as if nothing had happened. Will Byers had a field of people searching for him for days, less and less people began to help as the days passed.

Eddie didn't accept the idea of his best friend, Y/N being dead at first. He searched day and night for her. He never made progress. It was as if she vanished completely. She left nothing behind, not a trace to be followed. He barely slept, and traveled in his van for weeks on end.

Will Byers was found alive and Eddie felt the hope in his bones. He didn't know the kid, and he didn't say anything to the cops about what happened. But he did admit he never saw Barbara or Y/N. The cops gave up quickly and figured one alive out of three was good enough. Eddie didn't plan on giving up, but Wayne begged him to stop once his health began declining. Wayne couldn't understand the pain Eddie was feeling, but he couldn't watch him work himself to death. He was barely home, he never slept and didn't bother to eat. Every thought was consumed by her and he didn't care what it did to him. Wayne was forced to put his foot down and made Eddie face the reality that she was never coming back.

Eddie ignored his body as it begged for sleep, staring down at a map of Hawkins. He sipped on his cold cup of coffee, he wasn't sure how many he's had.

Wayne sighed as he looked at the young boy. His eyes were tired, dark circles underneath. His hair was a mess from his hands running through it. His body was hunched over the table as he focused. Wayne had enough. He yanked the map from the table and Eddie was quick to stand up.

Eddie argued, "Stop, I'm looking at that!" He was quickly becoming annoyed from both his exhaustion and his lack of progress with the case.

"Eddie, enough! It's been months. I know it's hard, but she's gone." Wayne said, aware that his tone was harsh. But he wasn't getting anywhere with Eddie. "The Byers kid came back but he's the only one, son. I'm sorry."

"It's hard?" Eddie said, slightly raising his voice, "Yeah, no shit, Wayne! My best friend just disappeared, and no one gives a damn. Even you don't give a shit."

"Watch your mouth!" Wayne warned. "I care for Y/N and miss her every day. I give a shit, I just know she's gone and there's nothing that can be done. You'll never be able to move on from this if you don't accept that. The cops have searched. We have searched. You have been looking everywhere for months. If she was here, we would've found her."

"It's not fair," Eddie cracked as he cried for the first time over it. He fought so hard to believe she was alive but it was now settling in that she was gone. "She had so much to live for. She had school. She had dreams. She wanted a family and a big house with all those annoying dogs. SHE WANTED TO LIVE!" he cried in frustration. He flipped the table over and Wayne quickly pulled him into a hug. Eddie sobbed into his chest. "I've wanted to die so many times and I'm still here. She didn't deserve to leave like this. And she deserves to be remembered. This town doesn't care about her."

Wayne sniffled as he held the crying boy in his arms. "I know, bud. I know." Wayne knew there was nothing he could do to bring comfort to Eddie's broken heart. All he could hope for was that Eddie learned to live without her. "We'll remember her."

A year passed and Eddie tried to move on as Wayne asked, but that didn't mean she was forgotten. He still kept up with the news reports and newspapers just in case her name was ever mentioned. Eddie already struggled with being alone, Y/N and Wayne were the only two permanent people in his life. He knew Y/N, he knew wherever she was that she was alive and fighting. He felt hopeless that he couldn't find his way to her. Her parents gave her a funeral but Eddie didn't go. There was no body to be buried and there was no body to mourn. Eddie felt it in his heart that she was breathing. If his heart was beating, then so was hers.

Now to the present day, Eddie found himself tangled into a whole different universe. He found out what happened to Will Byers through his new friend, Dustin. He joined the gang and learned about the upside down. No one wanted to get Eddie's hopes up, but Dustin said there was a chance she ended up there. The second the words left Dustin's mouth, Eddie was already asking how to get there.

"Hey man, this place is a death trap. None of it will be easy," Steve warned.

"You've all been there and made it back, right?" Eddie asked as he crossed his arms.

"Well yeah, but-"

"Nothing you say will stop me from going after her. Show me how to get in and you can leave me for all I care," Eddie said. The gang all looked at each other and nodded.

~

Eddie used his bathroom mirror to tie his bandana on his head. He saw his memories play through his head,

"And boom! Now it has more use than being in the back of your pocket," Y/N smiled. Eddie stared at her through the mirror, his eyes never once glancing at his hair.

"Looks great," he said.

"You're always handsome," she said, "but it's nice to see your face not hidden by your hair."

"...could you show me how to do it again? This time I'll watch." He wasn't interested before but when he realized that she found it attractive, he was willing to wear it all the time.

Laughing, she followed his instructions. To ensure he could do it himself, he carefully watched how she styled his hair.

A twist of his stomach reminded Eddie that the memory was fading, bringing him back to reality. He tossed on his leather jacket and left the bathroom.

"You ready?" Dustin called from the front door as Eddie came into view.

"Yeah, just one second," Eddie said as he walked into his room. He walked to his bedside table and grabbed a small picture frame. He smiled softly at the picture of him and Y/N. Eddie stood behind her, arms wrapped around her waist and head on her shoulder, as they stood in front of the small Christmas tree they had decorated for the trailer. Eddie wasn't big on the holidays since his family could never afford anything, but Y/N changed his mind on it all. "I'm going to bring you home," he whispered to the picture. He traced her smiling face and softly pressed his lips against the glass. He put the frame in its rightful place and walked out.

~

Eddie turned his stomach at the sight of the wet, dirty, and deadly place, his heart twisting at the thought of her being trapped there alone. "Where do we start?"

"It's the same as regular Hawkins. Where would she go?"

Eddie got on his bike and left without a word. Everyone quickly followed him, trying their best to keep up. They made sure to take in their surroundings at all times, aware that anything can be lurking. Eddie peddled as fast as he could down the street. He was inches away from the driveway when he got knocked off. He groaned as he landed on the concrete. He looked around and saw an army of bats flying above him. Quickly, the gang intervened, using their weapons to repel the bats. Eddie yelled in pain as he felt one of the bats bite at his arm. Fueled by anger and frustration, he reached up and grabbed the bat with his bare hands.

"STEVE!" he screamed. Steve turned around with his bat as Eddie launched the bird at him. Steve quickly swung at it, hitting it to the concrete. Eddie groaned as he stood up. He marched over and grabbed the bat from Steve's hands. He yelled as he beat the bat to nothing. Tired of the obstacles he'd encountered since she'd left, he was done. Nothing was getting in his way.

He stopped when he felt an arm on his shoulder.

"It's okay, man. We'll get her," Steve said as he took the bat. Nodding, Eddie walked toward the house, stepping over the dead bats. He opened the front door and quickly ran to her room. Pushing it open, he saw her bedroom. His heart felt heavy, a room identical to hers, a room he hadn't seen in over a year. Eddie remembered why he was there and began to search around.

"Y/N? You here?" He called as he searched all around her bedroom. Everyone else filled up the other rooms and called her name. Eddie checked every spot ten times, the frustration building as he realized she wasn't there. "Baby, please. If you're here, it's me. I promise nothing is going to hurt you. Just please tell me you are here." He closed his eyes as he begged.

He waited

And waited

And waited

"FUCK!" He cried as he punched the floor. He ignored his tears as he stood up. He tried to calm down his breathing, wanting to keep his mind focused. There was still a whole town to look through he kept reminding himself. He sat on her bed and took a second. He looked at all the posters on her walls and the frames on her dresser. His eyes moved to her nightstand where he saw a small mirror. Eddie wiped his cheeks as he saw his reflection. He grabbed it, his eyes focused on the picture taped on it. A small cut out photo of him and her at their middle school graduation. Eddie chuckled as he looked at himself, his hat on the ground covered in dirt as he flipped off the camera. Y/N was smiling and happy, completely oblivious to how the picture was going to turn out. Eddie remembered how quickly Wayne had yanked his finger.

"Is that you guys?" Dustin asked. Eddie jumped and quickly flipped the mirror over. He tried to hide the fact he was crying. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude."

Eddie shook his head, "no it's fine. Um yeah, middle school graduation. I remember she was so excited to go to high school and graduate...can't believe that was our only graduation together."

"Man, I'm so sorry," Dustin said. He knew Eddie wouldn't want it but he walked over and gave him a hug. Eddie stiffened as his face was shoved into Dustin's chest as he stood over him.

"Yeah, can you not hug me?"

Dustin respected the boundary and stepped back. "I fought to find Will. I wouldn't give up hope. He's now safe, and we'll find her too."

~

Eddie's hand shook as he opened his trailer door. He sighed in relief when there wasn't a monster on the other side. The gang followed behind him and quickly closed the door. They had searched the town for roughly over two hours and he still hasn't found her. He sighed and flopped on his couch. He closed his eyes and ignored the pain coming from his arm.

"Let's clean that up ," Dustin said as he pointed at Eddie's arm. His jacket was ripped and a trail of dried blood ran down his arm.

"It's fine," Eddie snapped. Dustin stepped back and gave him his space. The rest of the gang took a seat around him on the floor. They all sat in silence when suddenly there was a soft noise that came from his bedroom. Eddie sat up and looked down the dark hallway. "Did you guys hear that?"

"Yeah," Steve whispered. He gripped his bat and stood up. Everyone followed his movement. "I'll go check. Stay here."

Eddie was quite exhausted and already injured, so he honestly felt fine to let Steve take the lead. Eddie nodded and sat back on the couch. Robin went with Steve, just to be safe. They crept down the hallway and held their breath when they heard another noise. Steve slowly entered the room and tightened his grip on his bat. He looked around and didn't see anything. He frowned as he turned to Robin.

"There's nothing in here," he said confused. Robin went to walk in when there was another thud. Steve eyed the closed closet door and gulped. As he walked closer, he heard scratching. "Go get Eddie."

Robin nodded and quickly ran to get Eddie. When Eddie entered the room he saw Steve standing in front of his closet.

"I'm going to open the door, be ready to swing," Steve said as he handed Eddie the bat. Eddie gripped it and nodded that he was ready. Steve yanked open the door and Eddie prepared to step in front of him and swing but there wasn't a monster waiting for them. Eddie dropped the bat.

"Baby?" He whispered in shock. Y/N's body was hunched into a ball, face barely visible but he knew it was her.

He quickly dropped to his knees in front of her and reached out to touch her. "Shit! Shit!" He said when she was almost as cold as ice. "Get me a blanket!" Steve turned around and yanked every blanket off of Eddie's bed. "Hey it's me, it's Eddie. Can you hear me, sweetheart?" He asked as he gently patted her face. She looked dead. Her skin was discolored, she was covered in dried blood and her breathing was weak. "Can you open your eyes?"

She let out a low groan, and fought to open her eyes. She felt drained, exhausted and weak. She groaned again when she couldn't open them.

"Shh, it's okay. You are making sounds that's all I need." He said. He took the blankets from Steve and wrapped them around her. He picked her up and carried her out of the room.

"Holy shit!" Dustin said as Eddie came out holding a random girl. He could see the emotion all over Eddie's face, the girl was definitely Y/N. They all quickly left the trailer and raced to bring her back home.

~

Eddie refused to leave her side. She rested peacefully on his bed, back in regular Hawkins. He added another blanket on her as she shivered in her sleep. He tried his best to clean up her face without waking her up. She passed out shortly after they got out of the Upside down. Eddie thanked the gang for finding her and sent them back home. He climbed into his bed and wrapped his arms around her. She shifted, still asleep but felt his warmth against her and curled into his embrace.

He groaned as the morning came far too soon. He covered his eyes and rolled over as the sun shines through his window. His body hit another and he sat up. The events of yesterday played through his mind as he watched Y/N sleep peacefully. He continued to let her sleep and walked to the kitchen to prepare her some food and water. He could tell when he picked her up that she felt like bones. Her body showed how much she suffered. Not enough food, water or sleep. He hated to think of how much running and hiding she had to do in that place. Now that he has experienced the upside down, he didn't know how she survived all of it.

He checked his watch and sighed, Wayne wouldn't be home for a few more hours. He cracked some eggs and tried his best to scramble it, he barely cooked and it was easy to tell. After he plated the eggs and grabbed a glass of water, he walked back into his bedroom. He panicked when the bed was empty. He placed the plate and glass on his dresser.

"Y/N?" He called out. The room was silent. He looked out of his room to see if she went into the bathroom but the door was wide open and lights were off. "Y/N?" He asked again. He heard slight movement from the closet and he opened the door. He felt the déjà vu as he looked at her hunched over in the corner. He kneeled down and softly touched her leg. She snapped her head up in fear. He could see her brain trying to catch up as she looked around. "This isn't the upside down. I'm real and this is my real trailer." He tried to explain. "It's safe, come on out and I'll explain everything," he held out his hand and she took it. Her legs shook as she tried to stand and Eddie was quick to help her to the bed. Once he sat her down, she reached out to feel his body. She figured his body would vanish, that she was finally going to die and he was her final memory.

But her hand met his stomach, and she could feel his body. Eddie laced her hand with his and dropped to his knees. He stood tall so he could be eye level with her. She used her free hand to touch his face, and he couldn't help but melt into it.

"You're real?" She asked. Her voice began to shake as her eyes watered.

"I'm real," he said, releasing her hand and gently cupping her face. She instinctively reached up to hold his arms, sighing when his forehead touched hers. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere anymore." His voice cracked a little as she began to cry, tears blurring her vision. Pulling her into a tight embrace, he buried his face in her dirty hair as her tears soaked his thin sleepshirt. "I looked for you every day. I knew you were out there."

"I tried to escape. I just couldn't figure out how," she cried. He rubbed her back and cradled her head. She began to slowly feel at ease as she inhaled his natural scent.

"You stayed alive, that was the only thing you had to do. I will always save you." He promised. It felt like a promise he could keep because he wasn't letting her out of his sight. "I've missed you so much." She squeezed her arms around him as a response. She feared he'd slip away if she didn't lock herself to him.

"Learned from the best," she softly smiled. "You kept me going. I knew you'd find me." And it was the truth. Every second she spent in that place, she knew Eddie would find her. All she had to do was fight until then.

"How about some food and a shower?"

~

She finished her shower, and brushed her teeth, then found Eddie in his room. She wore some clothes he grabbed for her. She loved wearing his clothes because no matter how many times Wayne washed them, it still smelled like his cologne. Before she could say anything he walked over to her.

"I'm going to say and do something, even if you ignore it afterwards. I just have to because I can't lose another chance to," he stated. She could sense his anxiousness and wanted to help but he already wrapped an arm around her waist. She gasped as her body was pressed against his. She watched him with wide eyes as he closed his eyes and leaned in. She held her breath as she waited for his lips to touch hers. He pressed a soft and very light kiss to her lips, careful not to hurt her. He pulled away before she could react. "I love you. I never wanted to say anything because I knew I couldn't bear the thought of losing you so I never said anything. After you went missing and they tried to make me believe you were dead, I regretted never telling you. I know this is bad timing and you literally just got back but I couldn't hold it in."

She waited for him to open his eyes to say something. She could see the fear in his brown eyes when they fluttered open. She smiled and stepped closer to him. He felt less anxious at the warm smile and when she kept his arm wrapped around her.

"Do you remember Izzy in middle school?"

Eddie was confused by the question, but he did say she could ignore what he said. He slightly deflated but nodded. "Yeah, you broke her nose." Eddie laughed at the memory.

"I told you I punched her because she made fun of you," Eddie nodded as she continued. "She told me she had a crush on you and was going to ask you to her pool party. I got jealous and punched her."

"You what?" Eddie asked as he slightly laughed.

"I don't regret it," she said, "because she never asked you out. Eddie, I've been in love with you since I understood what it meant. Every time I thought I was going to die, I thought about you. I didn't care to see my family or my friends again. I prayed I'd see you before I left. When you found me, I thought my prayer was answered."

"I'm sorry I couldn't find you earlier," he whispered as he felt himself getting choked up again. "Fuck, tired of crying." He hissed. She softly laughed and nodded.

"Yeah me too," she sniffled. "Can I do something now?" She asked. Eddie nodded and she didn't waste a second to kiss him again. He held the back of her neck with his free hand as he kissed her back. This time, he allowed himself to kiss her deeper, lost in the moment. Y/N felt butterflies flutter around her stomach. Eddie's kiss was soft and warm, his touch sending shivers down her spine. All her dreams of this were nothing compared to reality. They kissed and clung to each other until their lungs burned for air. They stared at each other for a moment, smiling like idiots in love... because they were.

Eddie heard the trailer door open and the sound of keys hitting the counter. Y/N felt her heart race as she knew who it was. "I'll get him. Just wait here," Eddie said. He couldn't help but plant a quick peck on her lips. He knew he was never going to be tired of kissing her. He quickly went out before Wayne could make it far into the trailer.

"Hey, kid," Wayne sighed. He noticed a bounce in Eddie's step and was quick to question. "What's going on?"

"I have a surprise for you," Eddie said. He didn't want to ruin the moment by telling Wayne he told him so, instead he took the path Y/N would encourage. He kept his mouth closed and waved Wayne over. Wayne slowly followed behind Eddie and peered into the room. Eddie watched as the tears immediately filled Wayne's eyes.

"Oh my," he whispered. "My precious girl." Wayne didn't waste a second to bring her into a bone crushing hug. Eddie went to tell him to be gentle but Y/N waved her hand. She hugged him back just as hard. Wayne couldn't help softly cry into her as he held her. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

Watching the tearful reunion, Eddie felt a sense of peace he hadn't experienced in some time. He knew she was safe with him, and that was all that mattered.

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[bonesofall]

lack of boundaries pt iii

⤷ read part i here!

⤷ read part ii here!

kinks. pet play (?), primal play, knotting, collar kink, heat cycles, animalistic urges, marking, cervix fucking, breeding, messy sex, mating processes, squirting

synopsis. best friends puppy and bunny have been getting very close since mating. the scournful looks bring your deeper doubts and insecurities to light. puppy does not appreciate you backing out now.

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avoiding him wasn't a part of your plan.

you really don't mean to, is what you tell yourself every time you duck behind a doorway or skitter down a hall the minute you catch the faintest whiff of his scent approaching you. it's only because every time you think about Puppy, your tummy knots up in a guilty, unpleasant way that makes you want to be sick.

you don't regret what happened, or him. you're happy you'd mated with him. relished in the way his knot swelled inside you and he filled you with so much cum that your belly'd chubbed up around it, adored the way he fumbled nervously with the buckle of the collar he slid onto you after. the final claim he'd left on you that night. he'd got it for you as a surprise and waited until after the knot he'd shoved in you had deflated to put it around your neck.

the problem is, you know what people would think if they saw a bunny and a puppy as a bonded pair. it's not often that a prey hybrid like you gets with a predator like him.

bunnies are meant to be with another gentle creature. one without sharp fangs or claws that cut when they grab.

you can already hear how people would murmur about how stupid you must be to let a puppy scent you and mate with you. they'd say he's just following instinct to pop a knot in whatever's closest to him. that you're a phase he'll grow bored of and go find another predator to be with.

they'd never believe how he told you he loved you, how he buried his face against your chest, unable to let go, how he whined when he finally pushed his knot into you because it was the only thing that could quiet the noise in his head.

part of you thinks maybe he'd been pretending. puppies do act out of control more often than any other hybrid, after all.

you skip sitting next to him at meals these days. you leave your burrow a little earlier in the mornings to make sure you won't run into him on your way to your classes. and if you do cross paths, you pretend you don't hear him calling your name.

you find yourself unable to trust him or how much he claims to love and want you, because all you can hear in your head is what everyone else must be thinking.

the separation is not good for either of you, though.

your brains have now been conditioned to want each other, awaiting the final part of your bond - him biting down on your mating gland and claiming you for good. until it gets that, it won't settle.

your body aches in weird ways when you don't see him or feel him pressed up against you. it's worse than loneliness or sadness - it's physical. your skin gets hot, your throat goes tight, and your little cotton tail twitches restlessly against your thighs like it's searching for something that isn't there. you're constantly soaked too. your body keeps preparing for something that isn't coming.

your body thinks you should be glued to him, curled up in his lap, cock deep inside you, knot plugging you full so not a drop of him can leak out.

but you keep running anyway, even while you feel yourself falling apart.

as if it'll help, you start leaving the collar off. you just take it off one night, fingers twitching and bunny ears pinning against your head in shame as you slip it from your neck and shove it deep into your bag where he won't see it.

without it, you feel… less obvious. less marked. less his.

you can't stand how you feel when you think about his reaction if he ever notices.

of course, he notices.

even when you think you're clever, puppy still finds you. his nose twitches when you're near, ears flicking every time you sneak past, eyes tracking you. when you vanish for too long, you hear him pacing outside your burrow, sniffing the air, whining under his breath, claws scratching against the outside surface that you've shut him out of. he knows you're hiding, and it's hurting him.

you can feel it through the bond, a heavy ache that doesn't fully belong to you. it's from him. without you, he's become frantic and needy in his search for you, and his feelings seep into your body, increasing your own.

said feelings make you curl your thighs together under your blanket at night, rutting desperately against one of your pillows that still have his scent, biting back sobs as you cum messily all over yourself just from imagining him. again.

regardless, when you wake in the morning, sticky and ashamed, you still avoid him.

for days this goes on. you won't stop, and he can't stand it. every time you catch even a glimpse of him, he looks worse. darker circles under his eyes, hands twitching when you walk past him without looking, pupils blown wide with bags underneath indicating a lack of sleep. he smells different too, heady and slightly musky, as his body has been leaking little spurts of slick that stain his pants because he can't stop thinking about you.

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on the fifth day of dodging him, pretending you don't hear his voice, ducking down paths you've never even seen before, dousing yourself in unpleasant perfumes and lotions to mask your scent, all while silently aching for him, he breaks.

you don't know that he's done with this game of chase when you slip off in the early afternoon with your bag over your shoulder and creep through the courtyard assuming you'll get away with one more day of space. he is determined to put an end to this.

he's tracking you intently, having memorized your schedule and little routines and doing the opposite, knowing that's your plan. he tries to ignore the way his cock won't stay soft in anticipation of finding you and having you. his knot is already starting to swell even though he hasn't touched you. he hasn't even touched himself because he adamantly refuses to. it's not enough. only you are enough.

the bond drags him like a chain around his throat, yanking him down the trail you walked. your scent is everywhere, despite your attempts to suppress it. your pheromones don't go away, neither does your natural bunny musk or the slick leaking down your thighs. he growls when it spikes strongly, indicating you just passed through - and his body jerks forward without him even thinking.

he's drooling. his ears are flat against his skull as he pants and whines, making little desperate noises because you're too far, you're too far, his mate is too far-

you decide to skip your morning lesson because you feel too hot and needy to bear sitting in a stuffy room for an hour and a half. you wander out past the courtyard and into the far-off fields, dumping yourself in the grass to try and calm your body. with your eyes shut and your mind focused on the heat in your core, you don't realize you've been tracked all the way out here.

you don't hear the crunch of dirt under his shoes at first, or his loud panting and his tail lashing behind him at the excitement of finally reuniting with you. you only notice when the bond causes the hairs on your neck to stand on end, your own tail twitching.

he bursts through the treeline, chest heaving, sweat dripping down his temples. he looks nothing like your Puppy right now. he looks starved.

"Bun," he gasps. his gaze locks on you hungrily, your scent wrapping around him, causing his whole body to shudder in delight. you're here. here with him. "Bun! why'd you-" he cuts himself off with a low whine, stumbling toward you and dropping himself down in front of you, hands clutching the front of his pants where the obscene bulge strains and drips wetness through the fabric. his tail lashes behind him, making thump thump thump noises on the ground below.

you stare at the sight before you, how he's panting and nearly humping the ground needily, already leaning towards you. his nose catches the scent of your unclaimed mating gland starting to leak open. you stumble back slightly, floppy ears twitching again. "i d-didn't mean to..." the lie comes out of your mouth before you can stop it. you did mean to avoid him, ignore him, cast him aside. he knows that.

his nostrils flare and he lets out a groan, leaning down to press his face against your shoulder, your neck, sniffing and whining like a lost animal finally finding home. "found you," he mumbles, "y'keep running but i always-" he takes a deep inhale of your mating gland, lapping up some leakage. "i can't be without you, bunny, please. i-it hurts so bad, see?" he takes your hand and moves it to the hard outline of his cock through his pants. "it wants you, all of me wants you all the time a-and when you leave me i get like this."

you clamp your thighs together at his admission, your fluffy cotton tail wet at the base from how damp your panties are. his nose twitches at the scent, and his eyes fix on your pretty pussy hidden by your academy skirt. he paws at you for a moment, then trails his eyes up to look for your mating gland and the collar that's supposed to be wrapped around your throat, only to see that it's not there.

his ears flatten against his hair harder, both pointing in either direction agitatedly. now his tail bristles straight out, snarls leaving his mouth almost threateningly. his hands come up to wrap around your neck. "where is it," he hisses. "where is my collar?"

"mph! puppy... puppy i'm sorry, i put it away!"

his claws graze your throat. he's trying to be gentle to avoid hurting you, but it's hard with how you've been treating him the last several days when he's never needed you more, and now you do this to him. the final slap in the face, taking off his gift to you. his eyes widen, getting glassy and wet around the rims. "you took it off," it sounds like an angry sob. "you took it off. you don't want me. you don't-" his voice breaks completely. he takes one hand off your throat to paw at your floppy ears, keeping your head in place so you can't cower away from him. "say it's not true. say you still want me. say it. say it."

your ears twitch in his hands and your face scrunches up a little, more arousal filling your body as he grips on your bun ears firmly. he knows they're sensitive, more so because he'd been biting them when the two of you had sex. it's embarrassing how easily you react to him.

diverting your attention back to the pressing matter at hand and stopping yourself from moaning aloud, you fumble for your bag with clumsy fingers, heart racing. "i-i kept it! ngh, be gentle with me... i k-kept it, see?" you pull the collar out, the leather cold from sitting at the base of your bag all day.

he makes a yipping sound and snatches the collar out of your hands like a starving animal. for a beat he just stares at it, trembling all over. then he lunges towards you, grabbing the back of your neck with one hand to tilt your head up, making sure the heel of his hand presses against your mating gland to get you all dumb and even more aroused by him. he brings the collar to your throat with his free hand, muttering. "mine. my bunny." to you while he fumbles with the buckle and slides the strap around your neck, pulling it snug around your neck.

"ngh pup," you moan as his hand pushes on the sensitive ridges of your glands, replacing the pressure with that of the collar once it's around you. then he drags his thumb over the little tag hanging from it, his initials on it being his final straw.

he shoves his face into the uncovered part of your throat, nuzzling so hard your back hits the grass beneath you. he uses the opportunity to pin you down, nosing, licking, nipping at your neck and jaw. pup's big hands are everywhere - pawing at your hips, thighs, and your breasts. he kneads your softness in his hands, rolling fat thumbs over your nipples to make you keen under him. "want ya t'smell like me again, bun... never take it off again, never run again, please please please just be with me!"

his knot is fully swollen now, a hard bulge straining obscenely against his pants. he reverts to his natural instincts and flips you onto your belly to press himself between your plump ass cheeks and underneath your fuzzy tail. "mm… fuck- can't survive it, bunny. i needa have you."

he bucks his hips against your ass, rutting like he's already inside you. whining, his hands slide under your thighs, lifting you slightly more so your crotch is directly against the thick bulge in his pants.

meanwhile, his face buries into the side of your neck. he keeps whining, nose nuzzling and dragging over your exposed skin. he keeps flicking and lapping his tongue over your gland, mouthing at the slick skin but not puncturing it with his teeth yet.

his hands cup the swell of your ass, dragging his nails along your thighs as he shifts his weight against you, rubbing the thick, meaty length of his cock against your slick panties. every tiny grind makes your hips jerk back to meet him, nipples brushing against the soft cotton of your top, back arching involuntarily to meet your ass with his front. you're presenting yourself for him. every movement makes his knot throb against the curve of your ass, and makes his claws dig just a little deeper into your thighs.

Puppy's claws catch the waistband of your panties and tear them down. he doesn't waste any more time, using his free hand to shove his own pants down enough to free himself. he drops his heavy cock against your bare ass, leaking slick onto your flesh. with a loud whine, he rubs the swollen head against your folds, pushing your soaked tail up so it doesn't get in the way. pre-cum smears all over your pussy lips as he rubs himself between them, getting you even messier by mixing your slick with his. it feels so good it makes him delirious. when the head of his cock bumps against the underside of your clit and you jolt, he can't take it anymore, and starts to push forward.

his tip breaches you slowly, the wetness minimizing the resistance of your tight hole. you cry out into the grass, hands fisting it, as he slides in inch by inch, stretching you out with his meaty cock. "mngh- s' so warm," he babbles, throwing his head back as he breaches deeper, your walls hugging onto his cock so tightly that he has to hold back from cumming inside you then and there. "so tight, bun. missed you, missed you so much…" he rocks his hips shallowly, working himself deeper while trying to make sure he doesn't hurt you.

he grabs onto one of your floppy ears to make you arch your back and take more of him, his tail thwacking against your leg as he buries himself to the hilt, knot bumping against your pussy but not going in yet. he starts rocking his hips and fucking into you, cock slipping wetly through your walls sticky and loud. you can feel how swollen the knot is already, nudging at your clit each time he bottoms out. it's begging to be seated inside you, and it's driving him to fuck you harder and faster. every thrust is a messy grind of skin and slick, as he presses his mouth sloppily against your neck.

"hnn, bun, smell so good... y'smell so fuckin' good," he mumbles, tongue dragging over your gland again and catching every leaking drop with his long puppy tongue. his nose is pressed so firmly that he's inhaling your pheromones straight from the source, and it's messing with his brain even more. his thrusts speed up until he's literally pounding you into the grass, flared head bumping against your cervix and dragging back against your soft walls so he can do it again. "gonna go crazy, 'm already s'obsessed with you... you can't leave me again, bun, need y'so much, all the time-"

your arms give under his weight, your chest pressing into the grass. he starts tugging your shirt off so he can have you completely nude under him, big hands squeezing at the fat of your breasts, anchoring you in place by groping you while he thrusts into you hard and fast. the knot keeps bumping and pressing against your pussy, catching a little more each time, stretching you open just a fraction before popping back out.

"need it inside, bun," he groans, angling his thrusts down so the swollen knot slams against your rim, stretching you wider each time until you squeal into the dirt. "please, can't stand bein' out here empty, you're s'posed to be full of me, always. look-" his hand drags down your tummy, palm pressing against the soft bulge his cock makes inside you, "there, feel me? needs to be all the way in, bun. all the way in your belly."

sobbing into the grass he's got your cheek pressed against, your walls clamp down tight around him to drag his cock in for more and squeeze him in place to keep your cunt full of him. your thighs tremble as slick runs down them in messy strings. you milk him with each thrusts, and he lets out a loud cry when you clamp down too hard, his hips snapping forward as the thick swell of his knot finally pushes inside, stretching you open with a loud pop.

his arms wrap around your waist immediately as you scream and flail, hauling you back flush against him as his knot locks into place, shoving his cock even deeper inside you so his tip shoves inside your cervix just a little. he's all up in your guts now, cock breaching your womb. you SCREAM in ecstasy, thrashing even as the knot and his arms keep you stuck to him.

"mm! gotcha bun," he gasps, drooling against your neck as his cock throbs deep inside you, pulsing in time with his rapid heartbeat. "got my bunny back, mnghhhh 'm not lettin' go,"

his cock throbs hard inside you, and you realize he's about to cum, knot swelling impossibly tight inside you as his balls push flat against your folds. his teeth graze your gland again but he doesn't bite yet, just pants and cries loud, desperate moans into your throat as his hips jackhammer shallow and fast. his whole body trembles, ears pressed flat, tail stiff. then he lets out a loud whimper and everything inside you seizes up.

he unleashes his first load of heavy, hot cum inside your belly. it floods inside you in waves, his cock jerking inside you with each spill from his twitching cock, his knot grinding deeper into the snug ring of your entrance. it's pouring out of him in endless spurts, slicking your walls until it's sloshing inside you. his knot keeps you plugged so nothing leaks out, and now you feel stuffed full past capacity. your tummy swells against his palm when he slides his hand down to press against it.

his cock throbs inside you, another gush flooding past your cervix and pooling in your womb as he keeps pumping his cock further to make sure it gets all inside. your ears flop forward since he'd let go of it, and you moan high and needy, eyes rolling back. but he's not done. his teeth start digging into your gland. you know you should be afraid because the bond is forever, but you know that he's the one you want as your mate forever. your gland throbs where his mouth suckles. "do it," you wail. "please, p-pup, just do it!"

and that's all he needs to sink his fangs into the swollen gland.

it hurts at first, the puncture of teeth in your most sensitive spot making you cry out, but it's drowned away quickly by the rush of pleasure that follows. a gush of slick squirts out from you around his knot, splattering his thighs at the same time your bond opens for him and his teeth marks lock into the soft glands. you scream as you reach your peak, pussy spasming around his cock and milking him even tighter. it causes another torrent of his cum to spurt inside you. you squeezed him so tight right now, and your squirting was all it took for him to unload even more.

he howls into your neck, knot expanding to keep in the higher volume of his repeated loads. each one feels heavier than the last, your belly taut and sloshy, stretched round from how much he's dumped inside you. his tongue laves over the bite as his teeth stay sunk, sealing the bond while your body shakes under him.

you're his for good now.

happy day two.

[luveline]

Hi sweetie pie angel face baby love can we get Eddie at a Halloween party trying to shell some weed and nobody will buy it so weirdo reader thinks this’ll be a great way to flirt with him ? and some hijinks or flirting ensues

Nobody knows Eddie Munson like you do. 

Okay, that’s a lie. You don’t even know Eddie that well. You know what most people know —the accusation and subsequent acquittal, the bullying, the table-walking, the weed. You know Eddie sells a bunch of wares, lives in the park where that girl died last year, that his hair grows six inches annually and he never cuts it above the shoulders. You know Eddie’s a nice guy, actually, which most people don’t know. 

And you know he’s flat broke, as usual. No amount of government apology can move you outta working class American poverty. You figure they should’ve given him something to say sorry. And whatever they did to check out the murder in his old trailer wrecked it, he should’ve gotten something better. A house. Fuck, a trailer not on the same lot might’ve done. 

Poor Eddie. 

Poor, poor Eddie. 

You check your reflection in the shiny silver fridge and wait for the girl in the backyard to turn away from him. The patio doors are open, leaching house heat into the yard, quickly kissed from your hands in a shock of autumn cold that makes you cough. Eddie’s sitting cross-legged on a picnic bench, so much like he would’ve done at school, and it has a nervous warmth flooding your cheeks before you’ve crossed the grass. 

He looks up cheerfully at the sound of shoes, grinning when he spots you. It’s a weird smile. You aren’t sure what emotions are in there, but it’s a few. 

“Hi, sweet girl,” he says. 

You hesitate. “Hi, Eddie.”

“Gonna come sit with me?”

“D’you have your lunchbox?”

“I’m not here for the party,” he says, frowning at the window, through which you can see into the kitchen, and, with patience, the opening and closing door of the den, where Tommy H is trying to convince the up and coming freshmen that an underage keg stand is still cool. “Come sit with me. I need the company.”

“You’re being bossy.”

“Is that something you don’t like?”

You don’t answer. You don’t sit, either. 

Eddie’s smile gets less weird. “What can I get you, my most valued customer?” 

“What have you got?”

He raises his brows. “Just weed.”

You stop your own brows from jumping. Right. The girl who died. She didn’t die from drugs, that much was made clear by the media afterwards, and the rumours stemming from anyone unlucky enough to witness the scene. But she’d been there for drugs. So now Eddie won’t sell the hard shit and he doesn’t take house calls. You haven’t seen the inside of his bedroom in months. 

“D’you still have that big Judas Priest poster?” you ask. 

Eddie pulls his lunchbox from under the bench with his foot. It’s new and shiny. No scuffs on the corners. “Why?”

“Just wondering. Just— they’re coming here. Well, not here. To Indianapolis. Did you see?”

“Can’t exactly afford to make the trip.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.”

He smiles, gaze on his hands as he clicks open his box and rifles through it for papers. “You want me to roll them for you?”

“I still haven’t learned how.”

“So that’s a yes.” Eddie opens the green plastic grinder from the heart of the box and unscrumples a plastic baggie. The chunk of weed he bulls out is hearty, with a purple heart, a nice bud with a long stalk he pinches away and flicks into the grass. “I don’t bite, you know.”

“I didn’t think you did.”

Eddie used to be more talkative. Smilier. He always did his best to let you know he wasn’t some scumbag trading kisses for a dime bag or anything. He’s still smiley, but he’s quiet while he rolls, doesn’t hum or ask you how you’ve been. 

“How much do you want?” he asks finally, wetting the paper of a spliff to roll it closed. “I can get, like, six out of this. And you don’t need the whole thing to feel good. So.”

“How much do you have?”

“How much weed do I have?” he asks. “A shit ton. Nobody’s smoking it anymore, apparently.”

“Can I get all of it?”

Eddie stares at you over the table. You finally take a seat. “Why would you want all of it?” You flounder. Eddie makes the wrong assumption in your silence. “Is everything okay?”  

“It’s fine. Just. Being a good customer.”

“You could be good just sitting there for me,” he laughs. “Come on. Six, they’re so skinny, that’s like an eighth, if that, so you can give me ten dollars and we’ll square the servants fee.” 

“I thought rolling was free?”

“Nah, I just do it for you ‘cos you’re pretty.”

“Can I give you twenty?” 

“Can you take a hike?” he asks, dropping another joint into a sandwich bag for you. “I don’t want your charity.”

“But I’d so love to give it to you.” 

“Give me something else.” He licks his lips, flattening another paper out over his knee to shield its contents from the breeze. 

“Got a spare ticket for Judas Priest, like, kicking around… you know. If you’d want that.”

“You don’t even like them.”

“No,” you admit. 

Eddie doesn’t answer you. His hands and arms flex as he makes that last joint, dropping it into the bag with the rest and clipping it shut along the line. He rubs his sticky fingers into his jeans and closes his lunchbox, ignoring the twenty dollars you try to pass him as he climbs from his seat and walks round the table. “Here,” he says, putting the bag in your coat pocket. You can feel his knuckles through the pocket. “Listen, keep the money, okay?” He sounds relentlessly soft. “It’s fine.”

“What?” You got the weed to give him money. What sort of bum deal is this. “How the hell do you make any money?”

“Not by scamming sweethearts like you. Twenty dollars? Now I know you feel sorry for me.”

You look down, chastened. “It’s not pity, Eddie.”

Eddie taps you under the chin. He’s grinning as you look up. “No, it’s not.” He runs the back of his hand over your cheek, then throws himself ramrod straight. “You. Go home, stop distracting me and taking up my valuable selling time.”

“Does free weed mean– are you coming to the concert?” 

He reaches out to shake your shoulder. A last touch. “Sweetheart, go home. I need to make money tonight. Gas ain’t free, right?”

You kiss his cheek before you leave, shaky. The weed would help if you bothered to smoke it, but maybe you’ll sell it on. Make enough money to get that boy dinner before the show. 

(Eddie shows up to take you with a new jacket and enough cash for dinner. He worked very, very hard after you left, and then he conned Tommy H out of seventy bucks for a quarter laced with oregano from the hosts kitchen.)

[cherryc1nnam0n]

So I've been thinking about gross!Eddie a lot lately so have this

I think this would be more regular Eddie than gross!Eddie but whatever you wanna take it as is fine

An Eddie who would jerk off everyday, finding a way to always be fucking his fist at any moment of the day

He would be in the trailer late at night, after smoking a joint— which would always make him horny— and he would be jerking off every night

It's like his night routine, shower, smoke, jerk off, sleep, repeat

And he loved it

But when he met you he had plenty of material to jerk off to

You wore a shirt with cleavage? Jerk off

You wore a skirt and he could see your thighs? Jerk off

You bent over and got to see the curve of your ass? Jerk off

And he was shameless about it too, admitting to being a horny bastard and to always be jacking off when he wasn't around people

His dick was big, and he knew it was, but since every girl would stay at a 10 foot radius away from him they would never know what they were missing

"You're so gross Eddie" you would say with an eye roll at your best friend, who was pretending to jerk off next to you, moaning and groaning when you accidentally flashed a bit of your ass to him

"Mmmmm keep talking dirty to me baby" he said as he pretended to jack off next to you

"Oh stop it you freak" you said but that only encouraged him to keep going

Let's just say you got him to stop after you took off your shoe and threatened to hit him with it

[munsonbee]

daddy!eddie x bunny!reader x perv!steve ⟡ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ

⟡ ⋆ ˚ ✿ ˖ HARD KINK !! ⚠️ DDLG, Eddie x Reader. Pet play, collars. Casual dominance. Free use kink ; voyeurism. Oral cock warming mention. CNC. One use of “Rape.”❕Fingering ; groping (v). Best friend!Steve. ⟡ All Characters 21+ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ,

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧 : ⟡ “ Meeting Daddy’s friends for the first time, but you’re naked, because he wants to show off his pet. Daddy spanking you for crying in front of his friends. Daddy’s friends leaving for the night, so he makes you give them a hug and kiss. Daddy’s friends groping you while they squeeze your body and play with your tongue . . . ” ⟡ via @kxsalt

Daddy!Eddie making his slutty Bunny give all his icky friends hugs and kisses, before they leave. You’re fully naked, save for the collar and leash, being a good girl by sucking his big cock in front of all his friends. You’ve been on your knees all night, Eddie’s cock warm in your mouth, desperate for some of that good girl cum.

“Baby, say goodbye to Steve,” Eddie coos, pulling you to your feet, his thick rings cupping your ass.

You curl into yourself, intimidated by Steve’s lean stature, and grab ahold of Eddie’s hand. Your daddy chuckles, shushing the worries from your pretty little mind, and gently kisses your face.

“Don’t be shy, honey. He won’t bite.”

But Steve has stared at you all night, never letting you out of reach. Hooking his chin over your empty shoulder; skating his thumb along your shaking thighs; rubbing his fat crotch against the swell of your ass every time he snaked past… Steve hears all about what a good slut you are for your daddy. Maybe he could be your daddy, too.

Stevie opens his arms, smiling wide when Eddie ushers you into them. Those warm hands encircle your back, pressing your tits to his big, brawny chest — thick fingers reaching up and under your ass to stroke your slit. Eddie doesn’t let you wear panties around the house, let alone any clothes; Daddy leaves you wet and waiting for his cock, ready to breed without any barriers. A mere interloper, Steve takes full advantage of this generosity, his bruised knuckles gliding easily against your bare cunt.

“Such a sweet girl,” Steve hums, stroking your lower lips with the pad of his thumb. Careening out of breath, you soften up slowly, easing into the embrace, and wrap your trembling arms around his rigid shoulders. It feels… Good. Maybe Daddy’s friends aren’t so scary, after all.

Eddie watches from the kitchen table, darkened eyes yearning for your touch, but he knows damn well what a slut you are for male attention. In the end, it doesn’t matter. When Stevie’s gone, he’ll be fucking your ass ’til you’re screaming his name: Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! Please god, Daddy—!

“Bye, Steve,” you manage, your voice coming out much smaller than you anticipated. At the sound of his name on your sweet lips, Stevie’s cock twitches, denim jeans throbbing against your flesh.

“I’ll see you soon, pretty baby. Come and give me a kiss,” he nuzzles his nose in your hair, tilting your head back to meet his lips. You steal a glimpse at Eddie’s distant face, desperate for reassurance, watching with dread as he fondles his bulge through his tight jeans.

Feeling possessive, Steve takes your face in his massive hand, your slick wet on his pruned fingers, and pulls you into the kiss. When you indulge him, he slips his tongue into your mouth, tucking his warm thumb up your princess parts. You keen into him, stuttering further in his arms, and he bites on your lip. In this moment, Steve’s your daddy, and every one of your little holes is enslaved to his will.

“Be good, honey. Let Daddy rape your hole,” he mutters so low that only you can hear.

“Goodnight, Harrington,” Eddie begins, his voice wrought like knives, reclaiming his role as dominant to remind the both of you: he’s in charge. He can already imagine wrapping your leash around his tightened fist, pulling it so hard that you gag on his cock.

Such a stupid slut, baby. Lick those fucking balls…

In this reality, Steve relents; strokes a hand down your arms and kisses your neck. The stranger gathers his flashy keys from the kitchen counter, plucking his coat from the little island, and leaves you without another word.

By choice or coercion, you begin missing his touch.

“Daddy,” you whimper, pretty eyes full of tears, tucking your face in Eddie’s broad chest. When you slide your hands down his back, he retreats.

“Stay down, Bunny,” Eddie warns, exasperated, and ushers you back down on your aching knees.

“Want your cum,” you murmur unabashedly, looking up at his thick cock. He’s fucked your mouth at least twice today, though it was hard to keep track with a drink in his hand. Maybe Daddy’s Bunny needs some extra loving, after all.

Eddie kneels onto the ground, raising your puckered asshole to his bulge. “If Bunny shows me how nice and hard she can ride my cock, then Daddy’ll breed his little girl, okay?”

You nod, drooling, already horny for your Daddy.

“Yes, Daddy.”

✦ Author’s Note: Hello, sluts 🙇‍♀️ How y’all doin’ … 🙇‍♀️ Made it a little extra spicy for y’all … Added something to the sauce. Hope you don’t mind 🖐️ REBLOG + COMMENT, if you enjoyed :)

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EROTIC AUDIO that reminds me of Eddie 🎙️ Detailed warnings under the cut ; Links to Reddit 𝜗𝜚 if you can’t view, click ALT. ⬇️

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❥ 𝟷. dark!boyfriend eddie takes advantage ✿ ALT.

❥ 𝟸. netflix and “chilling” with stepbro!eddie ✿

❥ 𝟹. mean!stepbro eddie loses his temper ✿ ALT.

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❥ 𝟻. daddy!eddie wakes up to you humping ✿ ALT.

❥ 𝟼. somno w. daddy!eddie’s foot fetish ✿ ALT.

❥ 𝟽. hurt comfort sex after bad day for bb girl ✿

❥ 𝟾. soft drunk daddy!eddie needs your pussy ✿

❥ 𝟿. small cock bb girl + stepcest fleshlight ✿

❥ 𝟷𝟶. micropenis frotting w. daddy!eddie ✿ ALT.

🔗 . . .

❤️ 01. dark!bf eddie non-con. ⭑ solitarywren // gonewildaudio

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🧡 02. sb!eddie movie night. ⭑ rabbitmsa // darksideplayground

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💛 03. sb!eddie gets mad. ⭑ solitarywren // gonewildaudio

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💚 04. eddie pisses inside. ⭑ rabbitmsa // darksideplayground

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🩵 05. waking daddy up. ⭑ describeandnow // gonewildaudio

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❤️ 09. girlcock fleshlight play. ⭑ unknown VA // soundflaru

M4TF :: 10:07 ⭑ [Explicit Fauxcest] [Fem!Listener] w. [Small Cock] [DDLG] [Sex w. Stepdad] [Small Penis Praise] [Gifted Fleshlight] [You’re Too Small] [Hump Your Stuffie Instead] [Mutual Jerk Off]

🧡 10. micropenis frot. ⭑ describeandnow // gonewildaudiogay

M4TM :: 4:48 ⭑ [Masc!Listener] w. [Small Cock] [Lap Humping] [Daddy Kink] [Humiliation] [Drippy] [Two Fingers Around It] [Praise] [Encouraging] [Gentle Degradation] [Listener O.] [Make a Mess]

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