#* hawkinshellraiser.

[chrissyfied]

“I can’t stop thinking of you” slipped in her locker is so them

* 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

Her locker is fairly organized and decorated out just like all the other’s of the popular girls. Though, one could vouch how hers stood out, or was not like all the others. She would agree, as she strived to keep true to herself, even with locker decor. Of course, the one who slipped a folded note inside seemed rather drawn to her, and she would be lying if she didn’t admit to be drawn to him as well. So much so, that she could feel the rush that he gave her take over immediately. There was distinct smell on the paper, and she had it memorized already. Hint of sandalwood, leather, and tobacco, and she could feel the butterflies in her stomach as she unfolded the note to read what he wrote.

It could be a crush or fling of sorts among society, but Chrissy knew this was different and she trusted herself more than what others said. She trusted him. Not forgetting to place the textbook she meant to retrieve into her signature pink backpack, she took care of the note that remained in her hand after closing her locker and securing the straps of her backpack on her shoulders. The squad could wait ten or so minutes, because she needed to see him. Tell him in her own words that he’s in her every thought, too. Risky to do so on school premises, but she knew if she didn’t see him, cheer practice would be a disaster with her head too up in the clouds.

[chrissyfied]

[ DEBATE ]

 * SOME MORE SMUTTY MEMES.

It was a bad idea to go out in public after his return from his first military tour. But, Chrissy was supportive of Eddie since the day he broke the news that he would be joining — she wasn’t going to stop now. Here’s the thing, being in a club full of active duty and retirees alike, well known to them to the point where Chrissy was an actual pin-up of their generation, was a bad idea to begin with. She made it big with her cheer thing, NFL and all. That didn’t mean Eddie wasn’t proud, but like all things, there were good and bad. And, no matter how many times she had proven to be loyal to him, they always circled back to one problem.

Once a cheater, always a cheater.

Only with Chrissy, it was far from the truth. She was young and never really understood what she had done when she was with Jason back then. Still, Eddie’s childhood trauma on top of military trama, it was a dangerous combination. Anything could trigger Eddie — a smile, a look, a dance, a drink. He could tell her on a loop to save himself that he trusted her, not so much others. Still, there was no improvement or proof that he would ever fully trust her.

“I told you I didn’t want to go, and you insisted —“

Their neighbors were used to their shouting matches in the driveway, that the MP’s stopped coming around. It was a ridiculous teenage dream back in the day, when she told him how she really wanted the cliche white picket fence on their first house. No one told her that military housing was anything but the American Dream. Once she managed to get the front door open, and Eddie explained his reasoning for lashing out. The same old tiring excuse — to protect her.

“To protect me?” Any time she felt herself becoming upset, she sounded and looked close to the verge of tears, but not this time. This time she was exhausted where the tears didn’t come, at least not yet. “Good luck with that on your next leave —“ She touched a nerve then because he crashed his body and lips forcefully onto hers, his hold on her vice like where she could barely push him away.

“Stop —“ Breathless and meaningless, because her mouth said one thing and her body said another as it pushed back into his. Hands became desperate, and lips became swollen and bruised. Their clothing soon discarded and becoming a short trail. She wasn’t a strictly bed type of girl and he was well aware he could have her anywhere and just about any position. For now, it looked like the wall might be the victim, after she had jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist.

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[thewheelerworld]

are you trying to make me jealous right now?

There was a new bartender at The Hideout, young, and a college student in Indianapolis studying engineering. His reason for the job? He wasn't a resident on campus, unable to afford the cost in a big city and opted to drive there and back home right here in Hawkins to gain real world experience. He had it all figured out, exactly right up Nancy's alley to where she couldn’t help but be impressed.

She wasn't there for a drink, though tempting when the young man made her nervous in a way where a drink could help to numb it. Flirting was something she was rather good at it, her first taste of it back when she was dating Steve. She had a way of hooking interests, and even had done so with the person from the gaze she could feel on her from the stage on the other side of the bar.

It was a very will-they-won't-they situation she had started with Eddie since the beginning of their senior year. What was stopping her from crossing the line? Mike. Her brother looked up to him and she didn't want to get in the way when Mike really needed someone after his best friend and girlfriend moved away across the country.

The only time she places a foot a little on the line? When it's them like this. Especially when he finally walked up behind her, her body leaned back into his, their faces so close when she turned her head slightly to meet his gaze it almost looked like she was going in for a kiss. Instead, she spoke. "No." Direct answer, and something they had in common. Cut to the chase, no bullshit.

"Your notes, Munson," She interrupts wherever his mind may have wandered for a moment there, moving her body away from his to slide the trapper keeper that was on the bar top into his view. "You promised to study."

[chrissyfied]

the sub eddie asks you blessed me with on this sunday morning I KNOW THATS RIGHT!!!

teehehehe chrissy woke up and chose domination 😈

[chrissyfied]

"you know exactly what youre doing."

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Every silly event that Chrissy was expected to make an appearance at was always extended to Eddie, even when he made it perfectly clear that it wasn’t his speed, she still left him with a handmade invite. She would never force him, or even beg for him to be there. What she did do was always be on the look out every time a guest and/or guests would arrive, in hopes he would surprise her. It was hard to keep up with the headcount as her house slowly became full of older teens to some college age guests, who were mostly in charge of the booze. Of course, there was always some kind of substance going around, and plenty seemed to be under some level of intoxication as the hours went well into the night.

It was the college guys that Chrissy always had to be careful with, not because she was under any influence, but they had a way of charming her. Not that she made it easy for them, because though it was always flattering to appeal to the eyes of really attractive ones, they weren’t aware of how her heart simply wasn’t in it. An act that didn’t seem to fool Eddie. She wouldn’t exactly call what she had with Eddie complicated, yet they had the whole town convinced that nothing was going on. All she wanted was someone to notice what was really underneath the popularity, and he caught on within a short time frame. What she didn’t expect was for him to be bothered by the way their eyes looked everywhere on her except her face, and how they reached to touch her soft skin on her arms and legs whenever they got a laugh out of her. Because he could see how fast her smile faltered with every touch, but all they were focused on was how she didn’t exactly stop them.

That’s how she found herself out in her own garden, the one place her mother allowed her to create in the back of the house, with a rather tense looking Eddie. It was a good distance away from the windows of the screened in patio and pool. “Yes, talking. That is all I was doing in there.” Unlike inside, she was trying to cover the curves of her cleavage with her long hair by sweeping it up front before crossing her arms. “What am I supposed to say that won’t warrant the same response?” She cleared her throat and tried to deepen her voice to mimic them. “‘I don’t see a ring’ or the good ol’ ‘He never has to know.’ and I can guarantee you that they are already on their next victim.”

[chrissyfied]

🎉💌

because you have no choice! stuck with me forever and ever 🤭 no, i cherish you wholeheartedly and nothing could ever change that. te amo, jay! 💘

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[chrissyfied]

[ RISK ]

* SOME MORE SMUTTY MEMES.

Fresh out of Sunday church service, Chrissy always looked like the image of the sweet girl next door. As faithful as Laura Cunningham tended to be with her daughter, she was a bit of a two face, never missing a beat to show off her daughter to the sons of old money. She talked about it with Eddie, who noticed a few Sundays ago and was surprised to see her with appealing dresses and make up that would highlight her best features. Her face was naturally beautiful as it was, but the way she did her make up had the purpose to keep all eyes on her.

Maybe he was starting to put two and two together. She didn't dress her Sunday best for them, she did it for him. It didn't keep his jealousy at bay, and she could always tell from how he was on his second smoke. The air in the van was thick with it, enhanced with her perfume which was aromatic, he wasted no time in getting his hit as she slid her panties down. She watched him take one last drag of the cigarette as soon as she bunched the skirt of the dress around her waist before snuffing it out in the ash tray. Goosebumps followed his hand that started from her knee to the inside of her thigh, helping her to spread her legs to reveal her pussy, already swollen and shiny.

The sun was hitting her in a way that enhanced how she was looking, yearning for his touch which didn't take long as she felt his hand spread her pussy lips apart, which made her sink against the seat as she pushed up, only to whimper out needily as he pressed and rubbed at her clit. She was already leaving the leather seating shiny with her arousal, increased more as he slipped not one but three fingers inside of her which had her moan out loudly.

"Eddie -" A slight tinge of urgency in her tone, because he never fingered her while driving. He always pulled over. Clearly, he had other plans for them because he didn't let up when she felt his fingers curl and move at a pace where her moans, heavy gasps of breath, and the squelch as he finger fucked was enough to bring tears to her eyes. Not because it was bad, but because it was way too damn good to even care about road rules or the law at that point.

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