Terrible, Awful Things (Loki X F!Reader)
Terrible, Awful Things (Loki x F!Reader)
A/n: Yeah, I wrote this while watching Loki season 2 episode 2 3 times in a row. What about it?
Word count: 5.5K of pure smut OOPS
Warnings: Smut with incredibly miniscule plot. 1st POV. Established relationship. Unprotected PIV. Primal/prey kink (Loki's gonna chase you!). Dom/sub dynamics (that are handled very poorly, and your first time using them should absolutely not be like they are in this fic!). Use of daddy. Inappropriate use of magic/illusions. One (1) pussy slap. Vibrator. Edging. Reader is a total brat! Good for you! Multiple orgasms. Implied aftercare, but not in detail.
It all started with a party. One of Tony’s big shindigs that he likes to put on for no particular reason, an excuse for all of the Avengers holed up in the Avengers Tower to get glammed up and get shit-faced.
Loki and you are squished right next to each other around a little round table with Natasha, Bucky, Tony, Sam, Steve, and Thor. The drinks have been flowing unbounded, loosening everyone’s lips to a dangerous point in a very unhinged game of Never Have I Ever.
“Never have I ever been railed to a point where I can’t walk,” Natasha says with a sly grin. Notably, Steve, Bucky, and Tony do take a shot, avoiding eye contact with everyone else. Loki takes a shot as well, but you do not.
And everyone stares at you.
Including your partner.
“What? I haven’t,” You say defensively.
Natasha glances between Loki and you skeptically. “I find that very hard to believe. Tony’s a perv; he chose to not make the walls sound-proof.”
“I’m not saying I’ve never been railed successfully, or haven’t been sore, but I’ve never, like, got up and collapsed,” You shrug, glancing at Loki, who is staring at me with a softly stunned sort of look. You put a hand on his shoulder, giving him a look as if to say It’s not an insult.
It’s Tony’s turn next, and his eyes are still glued on Loki and you. “Alright…never have I ever wanted to be railed to a point where I can’t walk,” he says slowly, still staring at you both.
You look down at the table and slowly drink.
Everybody starts screaming. Bucky claps Loki on the back as if he knew Loki was in for it. Loki’s mouth has slightly opened in shock as he barks out a single, sharp laugh.
“Okay, I think I’m done with the game now~,” You say, backing away from the table sheepishly. “I’m gonna turn in. Goodnight, y’all!” You squeak, turning around.
And promptly running directly into your partner’s chest. Damn his teleportation skills. “Hi,” You say in a tiny voice as his hand closes around my arm, holding me tightly.
“Hi,” he says, almost too cheerfully.
“Hi,” You repeat, not sure what to do. Your eyes flit around for an escape route.
“Everything all right?” Loki asks inconspicuously, his brow furrowing in that way that makes you melt.
“Everything’s great. Everything’s great…you want a drink, love? I can get you a drink before I turn in, yeah?” You ramble. Loki lets go of your arm and scans the crowded room, avoiding the blatant stares from the table you were just at.
“Oh, I’m fine.” He says, tilting his head and stuffing his hands into his pockets as he looks at you, almost condescendingly.
“All right. Then…I’m just gonna head off,” You say with a little fake laugh, patting his chest and slipping past him.
His hand captures your arm again, preventing you from going anywhere. “Oh, don’t rush off in a hurry now, darling. We were just getting somewhere with that little game we were playing. I’m so terribly sorry that my performance hasn’t been to your satisfaction, my love!” He exclaims in mock sorrow, a hand pressed to his chest.
“No, Loki, that’s not what I meant-” You insist, trying to apologize.
“I know what you meant. And I don’t care. If you want it, you’re going to get it,” Loki interrupts, his voice dark and low as he looks down at you. You’re in a silent haze, looking up at him with slightly parted lips, ready to do anything he asked of you. “You have 15 seconds head start.” He says suddenly, surveying the room once more, then looking down at you.
“I-I what? What?” You repeat dumbly, blinking.
“You have 15 seconds. To start running. Before I come after you.” He elaborates slowly, leaning down over you. “You want to get tamed? You want to get put in your place? You want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk? Congratulations, darling, you’re about to get your wish.”
Swear to God, your brain was about 5 seconds behind. You blink at him before his words set in.
You swallow hard when you realize what is to follow—a chase. A hunter coming after his prey.
The hunter? Him.
The prey?
You.
“Time starts now. Best start running, little rabbit,” Loki warns in a low voice.
\--/
So that’s how you ended up here, sprinting down the hallway. From counting in your head, you know that your 15 seconds are over and Loki will be coming after you. And there it is, those long, confident strides echoing down the hall. Not even trying to run, as if this were easy.
Smug bastard.
You glance over your shoulder and see him walking, no, strutting towards you. He unbuttons his suit jacket swiftly with one hand and you swear, you could’ve came right there.
A little whimper that’s a mix of fear and arousal escapes your lips and your knees almost buckle. You turn away from him however and turn a sharp corner.
And that’s when you hear his footsteps pick up.
You are so fucking screwed.
You run as fast as I can, abandoning holding up your skirt and using your arms to propel yourself forward. Thank god your dress wasn’t that long. You can hear his fast and heavy footsteps behind you, advancing on you, stalking you.
You descend down a flight of stairs much slower than you would have liked, being unable to skip steps or jump to the bottom due to your heels. You can hear him getting closer, gaining on you. You make a left, using your hands to brace against the wall to slow yourself down so you don’t go colliding into it. You pick up speed again and you can hear him right behind you.
And then he laughs.
This fucker laughs as if this wasn’t affecting him at all.
His deep, rumbling chuckle reverberates up the walls, spiraling over you in dexterous sound waves that wrap you up in his baritone and chill you to your core.
And then you run into a locked door. You smack up against it and try to recover, looking around for an escape.
There is none.
And there is Loki, slowing to a stop a few feet before you.
“Come on!” You shriek, struggling against the doorknob.
“Come on, pet. Did you really think you could outrun me?” Loki asks, only slightly out of breath as compared to your sharp huffs.
“Uh…yeah,” You say with a bratty smirk. You concentrate all my energy on pulling off a little magic trick that Loki had been teaching you.
With a rather pathetic fizzle as compared to the blinding green and gold grandeur that accompanies his own magic, you disappear before his eyes.
Loki’s eyes narrow and his neck twitches slightly as he inhales a sharp breath. “Little rabbit. You’ve been learning. Impressive,” he mutters to himself before turning around and beginning to stride toward where you came from.
\--/
The first place that you can think of is the floor that your bedroom is on. With a sad fade-in, you find that my teleportation was a success! You allow yourself a few moments of celebration for being able to pull off the magic on such a short notice and under stress. You hear footsteps approaching quickly and turn to bolt, thinking it’s Loki, but it turns out to be Natasha emerging from the hallway that leads to your bedroom.
“Oh, thank God! I don’t know what I did down there, but I am in so much trouble with Loki and I am going to get my ass handed to me if he catches me! Like, sexually!” You explain in one breath to Natasha, stumbling towards her.
“Woah, woah, what do you mean?” She asks in confusion.
“He just told me I have 15 seconds head start to run and that he was going to tame me and put me in my place and fuck me so hard I-” You try to clasp her hand, but it falls right through her in a green-gold shimmer.
Your face falls as I watch the illusion of Natasha disappear. You whip around to find Loki standing in the doorway of the only exit from here. He’s rebuttoning the button that he had popped open earlier as if it were important to compose himself like a distinguished gentleman, although there was nobody else to be seen. “So unsophisticated, darling. You done being a naughty girl, hm?” He asks, tsking his tongue in disappointment before his eyebrows twitch with his condescendingly dark question.
You try to focus on teleporting yourself once more but to no avail. It almost feels like there’s a block in your mind, preventing me from accessing what Loki had taught me. You open your eyes and see Loki giving you a pitiful look, shaking his head as if to say You’re not getting out of this one.
“Hey! No fair!” You whine, turning and trying to race to the kitchen. Like before, however, he’s standing right behind you. You swerve to avoid colliding with him, but instead tumble off balance and collapse on the floor to the right of him.
Loki sighs and watches you tumble to the ground, then looks back at the other illusion of him directly across. “It’s not a fair fight,” he agrees with you.
You try to crawl and clamber to your feet in the hallway, only to find Loki emerging from the shadows at the end of it. You turn around - Loki. Your hand grasps at the doorknob to your bedroom and push your way in.
One, two, three Loki’s follow you inside.
You’re fucked.
You are completely and utterly fucked.
You back up against one of the walls, watching the Lokis converge in a little triangle surrounding me. You notice their shadows growing longer, larger beside you. You glance over and see that they look like Loki in his regalia, with his horns standing tall and proud on the two shadows on either side of you.
You look back at the illusions. The one on the left has one arm crossed over the other, the other arm raised to brush his lip as he looks at you. The one in the middle has both hands in his pockets nonchalantly, and the one on the right is fixing his cuffs.
All three of them are staring directly at you with looks that could only say You’re in for it, now.
And you have never been more aroused in my life. If it weren’t for your panties (which are now completely ruined, mind you), you know you would be dripping down your leg. Something in their eyes tells you they know it too.
The middle Loki’s eyes flash green and suddenly the shadows on either side of you have reached out and grabbed you, pinning your hands above your head. You shriek in surprise and try to fight them, not knowing that this was a power that Loki had. “Since when is this a thing?!” You ask in astonishment.
Loki doesn’t answer, instead tilts his head as he considers you. “Are you done yet?” The one on the left asks.
“Don’t see much more of an option,” You grumble, pulling against the shadows.
“That’s a no, then…” The right one tsks in disappointment.
“Wonder what could make you my good girl again…?” The middle Loki asks rhetorically, taking a step closer.
You let out a little whine, tilting your head pathetically as you look at him with big eyes.
“Did you have fun? Running away? Testing me?” The one on the left asks, advancing on you.
“I know what you’re doing, y’know,” You say defiantly, tugging against the shadows still.
Loki’s eyebrows jump up as he considers you, daring you to continue wordlessly.
“You’re just trying to scare me, get me into submission so you can have your way. So you can do terrible, awful things to me,” You spit, looking at him.
He closes his eyes and inhales deeply before shaking his head in disappointment when he notices you’ve gone quiet. “No, no. It’s riveting. Keep going. I want to hear more,” he urges, stuffing his hands in his pockets. The other two Loki’s have dissolved into oblivion.
“Good!” You huff, although your voice has a nervous little wobble in it. “You can only use your magic to get me to submit. You’ve never done this before, but of course now you’re relying on what you know. Can’t play fair.”
Loki’s head tilts down as he stares at you through his hard brow. “Is that right?” He asks darkly. The shadows begin to bring your hands down from above your head to behind your back, forcing you down on your knees slowly.
“You just use your skills and your magic and your teleportation and illusion-casting to get what you want. That’s all. You’re starting to make me believe that gods don’t even have that raw stamina we talked about earlier,” You shrug, finally dropping my fight with the shadows as you look up at him from your seat on the floor.
He inhales a sharp breath, looking up at the ceiling, then down at the floor.
And he chuckles.
And it scares you.
Because you know it cannot be a good sign.
“Thank you, pet…very much. I really am touched.” He inhales a sharp breath. “You know, you’re right. I have done some terrible, awful things,” he admits, squaring his body up to face yours. His voice is so hushed, almost at a whisper as he exaggerates his words. “Yeah, maybe that is who I am. It’s the real me.” He claps, startling you. “A loser. A runt. Always have been, always will be,” he agrees, leaning in. Your brow furrows in confusion as he continues. “And perhaps I’ve been…” He struggles for the words, his eyes growing a little wider, a little more feral. “...holding something back.”
“Loki…” You warn quietly, working back against the wall on your knees with the shadows.
He advances on you slowly, breathing a little harder. “Perhaps I’ve just been…biding my time.” He flashes you a toothy grin that screams danger, like a wolf’s mouth. “Perhaps I’ve just been waiting for a moment like this…” he folds his arms in front of him, one hand clasping the other as he stands directly above you, looking down at your knelt form. “So I can do terrible…awful things. To you,” he whispers calmly, a menacing grin on his face.
“Loki,” You whimper, looking up at him.
“What is it, little rabbit? Don’t tell me you’re done now, after all that fight you put up? Where’s your spirit, hm, darling?” He taunts, tilting his head. “So, I’ll ask you one more time. Are you going to be a good girl?”
You don’t know why, but you shake my head “no.”
Actually, you do know why.
You want to know what the consequences of your actions are for once.
“Hm. Alright then. Your choice, darling.” Loki says. The shadows relinquish their hold and slip away and Loki leans over you, grabbing you and pulling you up to your feet. He pushes you back on the bed, making you yelp in surprise. “No magic, hm? That’s fine. That’s just fine,” he purrs. He grabs two of his ties from his dresser and ties each to one of your wrists, and then to the frame of the bed, securing you tightly.
You tug on the ties but find them impressively tight. Since when does he know Boy Scout knots? Loki leans over, running his hands all over your body before grasping the fabric of your dress and ripping it off of you. It lays at your sides in tatters, which Loki tosses aside. You gape at him in shock, so surprised by that sheer display of strength. “How’s that for god-like athleticism, hm, darling?”
He goes into the closet and pulls out a small box. You watch him carefully, curious to see what his next move will be, not knowing what to anticipate. He opens the box and you watch him pull out a little curved red vibrator. One part goes inside, and the other latches onto the clit in some sort of sucking manner. You recognize it from ads and know that there’s a matching controller.
“That doesn’t work without a controller, so…whatcha gonna do?” You challenge, trying to come off as unbothered but it just lands as nervous.
He reaches back into the box and pulls out a little remote control with a challenging eyebrow raise. “This one?”
You fall silent. Of course he would have the controller; why wouldn’t he? He’s not an idiot.
“We’re going to have a little Q&A, yes?” Loki asks, kneeling on the bed and pushing your legs apart. He peels your soaked panties off and brings them to his nose, inhaling the scent like an addict. “Naughty girl. You liked being chased, didn’t you, little rabbit?”
Your silence is met with a swift slap to your cunt, making you shriek in shock. This is completely new territory. “Your safeword is Tesseract. Use it wisely,” Loki instructs. He looks down at your sopping pussy, not with lust (although there is always lust in his eyes when it comes to you), but almost with a clinical eye, as if he really didn’t care that it was practically weeping for him, but wanted to make sure it was in working order. “Don’t really think I’ll need to get you ready, will I? So, your question is this. Why are you being such a brat? Simple question, really, but doesn’t mean we can’t…enjoy ourselves as we go along,” Loki says, turning on the vibrator and watching it roar to life.
Your eyes widen at the intensity of the vibrations. You squirm, trying to lock your ankles together to keep your legs shut, but Loki is having none of that, grabbing your legs and pushing them to your chest, spreading your legs enough for him to tuck the vibrator in and attach it snugly to your clit.
You let out a cry, straining against the ties as it rumbles powerfully both against you and inside you. It’s intense and my body trembles immediately at the sudden intimate feeling where you had been aching for it most. Loki lets your legs go, moving off the bed so he’s just standing at the foot of it. He watches you squirm and writhe, trying to escape the intensity. Or trying to lean into it.
Even you couldn’t tell.
He evaluates the controller. “What does this one do?” He asks, glancing at you as he presses a button. A rhythmic pattern vibrates within you, almost as if in morse code. You let out a little gasp, tightening your hands into fists.
“L-Loki! Don’t just push buttons on that!” You insist, your body reacting against the vibrations dually stimulating you. “You could make me cum way too soon.”
Loki pauses, looking at you as he purses his lips. “Could I?” He retorts. His voice is light yet dark, innocent yet dripping with sin. It makes a desperate, shameless moan escape past your lips. He presses another button that gets rid of the pattern and puts it back to how it was before.
You bite your lip, your head tossed back on the pillows as you try to bite back your moans. “This is exciting,” Loki chuckles, shifting on his feet in eagerness as if he were watching a sports game and not torturing you.
“Turn it off,” You whine, tilting your head. “Daddy, turn it off~!” You insist before letting out another little shriek when he hits the up arrow, intensifying the vibrations by one notch. “Oh! Oh! Okay, all right, all right-” You sob desperately.
“‘Daddy?’ Ooh, darling, that’s new. I like it,” Loki chuckles out, his lips forming a tight “o” as if he were impressed. “You are dirty, aren’t you?”
“I didn’t mean to be a brat, Loki, okay? I don’t know why you think that!” You insist, trying to work your way out of this predicament.
“I don’t know if you know this, but I’ve done some terrible, awful things in the past…” Loki begins, throwing your words back in your face.
“Yeah, yeah, you have. You’re doing it right now, Loki!” You ramble desperately.
He grins at you like a kid in a candy store before pressing the up arrow again, making you cry out once more. Your body is on fire, alight with arousal. You can feel that fuse beginning to burn deep in my belly, making your legs start to tremble and your back arch.
“I swear I didn’t mean to,” You whimper quietly, sweat beginning to bead on your forehead.
“Darling! You’re so convincing! I want to believe you, but you’re just– You’re such a good actor! So pretty when you want something,” he purrs, looking at your desperate body.
“Daddy, daddy, please, I swear-” You beg, tears starting to form.
“God, so gorgeous. So convincing,” he continues, ignoring you. His eyes travel down to your pussy, need dripping down your thighs. “Please tell me the truth. I know you’re lying.”
“Okay, okay, okay! I was just playing the game, alright, I was just playing along. I was drunk and was stupid,” You half-lie, hoping that the slight truth would be enough to fool him.
You realize that, although you don’t know why, you weren’t allowing yourself to cum.
Not without his permission.
It wasn’t something that you had really done before, orgasm denial. Sure, he would ask you to wait so we could finish together, but he had never edged you or anything like that before. So why were you being so obedient whilst also defying him?
“Right. So you were just feeling so drunk and silly that you thought insulting my performance publically was a good idea?” Loki asks, turning his head and glaring at you. “I had given you every drink tonight, and that was barely your fourth. I don’t buy it.”
He turns up the vibration again and you let out a long, drawn-out cry, scrabbling at the ties as your legs close in on themselves. He doesn’t stop you, instead, his gaze just hardens. “Do not cum.” He orders darkly. “Why are you making it so hard on yourself, hm, darling?”
“Oh my god~” You squeak, screwing my eyes shut. “Daddy, please, I swear. I wasn’t thinking, I just- was making a joke!”
“A joke? Well, it was very funny. Really witty,” Loki acknowledges before turning up the vibrator gradually, listening to it grow louder and louder along with your own desperate sobs and moans. The tears finally flood out, dampening your cheeks and making your makeup run.
“Don’t cum, little rabbit. Don’t do it,” he reminds starkly. You can barely think, You can scarcely speak with the intensity of the vibrations and your orgasm increasingly creeping up on you. You’re not sure you can hold it. “Just tell me why you were so adamant on acting up, my love.” His voice is so soothing, as if this was a civil conversation.
“I just wanted to know!” You exclaim finally when you know you can’t stop yourself anymore. It isn’t much of an explanation, but hopefully he will understand. To your absolute dismay, the vibrator stops, killing your orgasm with it. “No!” You sob with a devastation a little too dramatic. Perfect for Loki. “I just wanted to know what you would do…” You whisper, utterly defeated.
“There you go,” Loki coaxes with that velvety purr. He looks at you, watching your chest heave, the tears roll down a little slower. “Got there in the end.” He places the remote on the dresser and leans over you, pulling the vibrator out of your cunt. There’s a few strings of arousal connecting it to you. He brings the vibrator to his mouth, sucking your juices off of it, all while staring at you. He lets out a little noise of content, drawing a whimper from you in jealousy.
“This all started with you saying you wanted to get fucked so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk. I do hope you’re ready for that to happen,” Loki challenges, quirking his head as he begins to unbuckle his belt.
This is almost equal torture, watching him strip lazily, still staring right at you as he peels off his jacket, unbuttons his shirt, unzips his pants. And you can’t touch him.
“I’m going to untie you. And you’re going to ride me. You will beg for permission to come,” Loki orders, undoing the ties around your wrists. He massages your wrists, kissing the marks that were left behind by the fabric. He lays down, propped up against the headboard in a leisurely seated position. He strokes his cock lazily, watching as you straddle him, dizzy from lust.
You take his cock from him, giving it a few pumps and hovering over it, dragging the swollen tip through your folds before sinking down. Loki’s hands reach out instantly, snatching your hips tightly and stilling me. You let out a whine, looking down at him with eyes that were just pitiful with need. “Slowly,” he orders, looking at you and relinquishing his hold on your hips to allow you to slide down on his cock slowly.
you let out a little whine as his coarse hairs brush against your clit when you’re fully seated on him. Your legs are spread to either side of his slender hips, your hands braced on his strong, pale chest. “Go on, darling,” Loki urges, holding intense eye contact with you that makes your pussy flutter. You begin to roll your hips, little moans escaping your lips as you start to ride him.
“There you go…atta girl, there’s a good girl,” Loki praises softly, his chin tilting up a little as he tries to control himself, although it’s clear this is affecting him more than he’s trying to let on as his breathing increases. You let out another little moan, your nails scratching at his chest as you ride him expertly. Your legs are starting to burn, but you keep riding him, feeling your orgasm approaching.
“Are you close, darling? Hm? Do you remember what you need to do to cum?” Loki asks, looking at you expectantly.
“Please, daddy, can I cum? I wanna cum on your cock so bad, I wanna cum…please!” You beg, my body going pliant as I bounce on his cock, feeling it swell inside me.
“Go on, darling. Cum for me. Cum for daddy,” Loki allows, almost growling as his hips buck up to meet yours, making you lurch forward, collapsing on his chest. Your sweaty skin is sticking together, your breasts pressed against his chest as your body spasms and you cry out in pleasure, your hips stuttering as he fucks you through it.
But he isn’t stopping. “L-Loki~” You gasp out, feeling your tears starting to well up again.
“You can take it. You can cum again for me,” Loki grits, pushing you up off of his chest and holding you up, his large hands enveloping your breasts, kneading them as he bounces you on his cock.
Your head falls back as you let out a pitiful sob, your hands on top of his as he works and twists your nipples. Your hips roll against his pathetically, your energy drained but way too aroused to want to stop. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Getting just what you want?” Loki asks.
You nod your head, letting out a “mhm,” unable to muster up proper words. In your head, however, you’re thinking that I’m really the one doing all the work…
Clearly you were a little too cockdrunk to remember that he could see your thoughts.
“Really? You’re the one doing all the work? Is that what you think?” Loki asks, tilting his head.
Your eyes widen when he vocalizes my thoughts, and it doesn’t connect what he has done. Not that it really mattered. “You will come again,” Loki demands, reaching down between you and dragging his fingers from where his cock is stretching you out up to your clit, bringing your dripping cum to circle around your clit. His tone tells me that there’s absolutely no room for you not to follow his orders.
His dexterous fingers tweaking your clit paired with your thrusts against him sends you over the edge at an embarrassingly fast rate, only a few minutes after your first orgasm. Your body trembles as you struggle to keep myself upright.
Before you can think, before you can come down from that high, Loki is flipping you over, staying tucked inside me but pinning your back to the bed, forearms braced on either side of your head as he ruts into you passionately, hot breath fanning over your neck.
Your eyes are squeezed shut in passion, his thrusts puncturing out weak little squeaks from your chest. “L-Loki!” You practically wail, reaching around him and clinging to his slender, defined back as if it would save you. Your nails scrabble at him; You know they’re leaving streaks of red in their wake but it doesn’t seem to faze Loki whatsoever.
“I do sincerely hope you have nothing planned for tomorrow…I don’t think you’ll be able to go anywhere,” Loki chuckles darkly in your ear, pressing his lips against that spot that has you preening, legs tightening around his hips as the tip of his cock kisses your g-spot repeatedly.
Loki reaches down, grabbing your left thigh and anchoring it up over him. Just by keeping that one leg pinned up over him, he’s able to spread you perfectly on his cock as he parts your insides deliciously.
“I’m gonna-I’m gonna fucking cum again, Loki, please let me cum!” You beg pathetically, knowing you haven’t a prayer of holding back.
“Do not cum,” Loki growls, pulling back to look down at you. Fuck, he looks like a god. He is a god. His raven hair, once slicked neatly for the party, now hangs around him in messy droves. His eyes are wild, and sweat beads his hairline, glistening down his neck and across his collarbones.
Your brows furrow in desperation as you cry out in contempt, your legs shaking uncontrollably once more as you try to hold it back. He fucks you steadily, burying his face back in your neck and making sure that you are thoroughly covered in a plethora of purple splotches.
You know you can’t hold on any longer and Loki can tell too. He reaches down to begin swirling his fingers over your clit. “If you don’t cum in the next 5 seconds, you don’t get to cum at all,” he orders. “5…4…3..tw-” He doesn’t even have to finish counting down before your back is arching off the bed, gripping his shoulders as your legs shake uncontrollably. You feel a surge of wetness between Loki’s and your bodies and something tells you that you just squirted all over him.
You can feel it dripping down your ass, forming a pool beneath you, but you can’t seem to care as Loki keeps up his swift strokes. The stutter of his hips indicates he’s getting close, along with the way his groans increase an octave, verging on whines as he fucks into you. “Take it…fucking take it!” He growls before slamming into you powerfully one last time, his cum filling you up, oozing out and meeting your squirt down on the bed.
Loki falls limp on you, breathing heavily into your ear. You can’t really talk, but you tap on him rapidly to indicate that he’s crushing you. He rolls over with a little laugh, his body still glistening with sweat. “My gods, darling,” he chuckles breathlessly.
Your voice finally comes back to me, weak and hoarse as it is from screaming his name. You sit up and swing your legs over the bed with an effort to go to the bathroom to pee and clean yourself up, as both of your spend is currently dripping down your legs in a little waterfall.
And the second you stand up, you crumble. As you sit there, awkwardly knelt on the floor, my legs tucked to the side, you remember exactly how this whole night started and I realize it ended with Loki being right. You try to clamber to your feet but fail miserably. “L-Loki?” You squeak quietly.
You look up behind you to see him peeking down from over the bed, the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. “Oh dear. Something the matter? You seem a little…unable to walk.”
“Fuck you,” You grumble, pouting on the floor.
“Darling, I just did. Three times over. Would you really like to go again?” He challenges playfully. He gets out of bed, and although his knees are a little wobbly too, he manages to pick you up, one sturdy arm under your knees and the other securing your midsection as he carries you to the bathroom.
“I love you,” You whisper, kissing his collarbone and leaning against his chest.
“Not as much as I love you, darling, I promise,” Loki vows, kissing your forehead.
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Warnings: Very anatomical discussion about what a period is, cramps
Y/n groans and burrows deeper into Eddie's blanket, curling up into a little ball as she tries to conserve warmth. Her hand wanders to her abdomen, where she clutches her stomach, trying to prevent the cramps.
Y/n's boyfriend, Eddie, watches from across the room, almost frightened at her state of paralyzation. They had began spending much more time together in the past month, more after school hang-outs, even weekend sleepovers. But suddenly, she stopped being her usual, energetic self and reverted to some little gremlin-hobbit...thing.
"A-Are you okay, Y/n?" Eddie finally asks, having had enough of being confused by what was going on. "Are you sick or something?"
"I'm on my period, Eddie," Y/n's voice sounds from under the pile of blankets she's hidden under.
Eddie blinks, scouring his minimal archives of female knowledge for any knowledge of "periods." It proves mostly unsuccessful. At his silence, Y/n rolls over and narrows her eyes. "You do know what a period is, right?" She asks tenatively.
He blinks at her once as a sheepish smile overcomes his face. Y/n sits up, adjusting the blankets around her and fixing Eddie's Hellfire Shirt, which is slung over her frame (which Eddie finds incredibly sexy, mind you). "Sit," she says, patting the space on the bed beside her.
He does, scooching close to her and leaning up against the wall his bed is pushed against. He looks at her with those big, puppy dog eyes, those eyes that say "I am listening to every word you say and am utterly, hopelessly devoted to you. Please continue with your thoughts."
"So once every month, the female body goes through a cycle called ovulation. It's when our ovaries, which are right here," Y/n begins, taking Eddie's hands and placing them right beneath the little bulge in her stomach. "Release eggs that travel through the fallopian tubes, which are here," she continues, guiding his hands along a little squiggle that leads to his hands resting right above her pubic bone. "While this is happening, the lining in the uterus, which is here, thickens to prepare for a fetus, or baby.
"If the eggs that were released don't get fertilized, then the thicker uterus lining detaches and sheds itself. Because it's part of the body, it's covered in blood, and that release is called a period, or menstration. It usually lasts for about a week. The uterus contracts to release the lining, making us have cramps. And our estrogen levels, which are the chemicals that make us female, are higher, which can make us a little more...irritable," Y/n finishes, Eddie's ringed hands still resting on her stomach. The cold rings seep through the thin fabric of the shirt, sending goosebumps up her arms.
Eddie's eyes are muddled with two different emotions. One of horror and one of pure fascination. "Uh, one, that's...awful. And horrible. And partially gross. Not you but just the...ritualistic blood bath. And you're so strong for dealing with that every month," he says, pressing a kiss on Y/n's face after every sentence, much to her giggling delight. "Two, all of that knowledge stored in that big, beautiful brain of yours is really hot," he says, gently shifting her underneath him.
Y/n laughs, wrapping her arms around his neck and allowing him to kiss her. "Having my period usually means I don't want to have sex. It's too much of a hassle to have to clean up," she whispers, making him frown and playfully collapse on her.
"Babeeee," he whines, looking up at her with big eyes. "Then why did you have to go all smart, Ms. L/n on me? You know how I get when you use your big girl voice."
"My 'big girl voice?' What is this, third grade?" Y/n laughs, pushing Eddie off her so he's on his back beside her.
"Well, what about cuddles? Can you do that?" He asks, propping himself up on his elbow.
"Those are the best," Y/n says, throwing a leg and arm over him and cuddling up, placing the blanket back over him as she closes her eyes. Eddie's arms wrap around her, holding his girlfriend close to him as his own eyes close in contentment.
\\2 Months Later//
Eddie places his finger on his calender, dragging it to the current date and tapping his finger on the note. "Y/n's Blood Bath," it reads. He grabs the keys to his van and heads outside, starting up the car and driving to the local pharmacy.
He wanders the aisles, looking for some direction. After another cycle, Eddie began to pick up on the pattern that Y/n went through, and observed what she had to make her feel better. Besides a ridiculous amount of quality time with Eddie.
He finds himself in the feminine care aisle and begins browsing the shelves, completely confused, but wanting to help Y/n in any way he can. So, he buys a big bag of pads and tampons. Walking over to the drug aisle, he buys a large bottle of Ibuprophen. Finally, he buys a jumbo family size bag of her favorite chocolates.
Once Eddie gets to check-out, the clerk eyes Eddie with uncertainty, slowly beginning to scan them. Eddie, the smug little shit he is, just flashes them a shit-eating grin, rocking on his heels and paying for it in whole. He gets in his car and places the bag on the passenger seat, kicking the van into gear and driving off to Y/n's house.
Darkness has settled over her neighborhood as he parks outside of her window. Getting out of the car, he can see the lights on in her room through the drawn curtains. Picking up a rock on the lawn, he tosses it at her window, repeating it 3 more times before Y/n throws open the curtains to see Eddie standing below her.
He smiles up at her and waves, holding the bag above his head and shaking it. Y/n opens her window so that he can hoist himself into it, landing ungracefully on her floor. "Eddie?" She whisper-yells. "What are you doing here? What's this?" She asks, helping him up.
He looks down at her and pushes her hair behind her ear with a little smile. "Your Knight in Shining Armor has arrived, m'lady. I've got all the essentials, those weird products that almost got me kicked out of CVS, chocolate, pain medication, and the best part...me," he says, spreading his arms.
Of course, the hormones almot make Y/n start crying, her eyes filling with tears as she launche sherself into her boyfriend's arms. "Eddie, this is amazing! Thank you so much, babe!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm pretty great," Eddie sighs, hugging Y/n back and kissing her forehead with a small smile.
\\The Next Day//
Y/n winces at lunch, leaning her head on Eddie's shoulder as her body contracts with a cramp. Eddie looks down at her in concern. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"
"Forgot the meds," she mumbles, burying her face in his neck, inhaling his comforting scent.
Eddie sighs, rolling his eyes and rummaging in the inside pocket of his jacket. "You're lucky you take up about 90% of my brain space," he says, subtly pressing 2 pills in her hand. "Who's the best boyfriend?"
"Oh my god, you are," Y/n says eagerly, planting a big kiss on his lips that leaves Eddie bright red and the boys at the table whistling.
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The bell trills 3:00 pm. Y/n eagerly pushes out of her chair, grabbing her backpack and making her way through the throngs of people in the hallway before she gets out the door, the mild warm weather of the afternoon seeping into her pores.
She walks through the parking lot to where she finds Eddie leaning against his van, waiting for her. Her chest deflates in relief at the sight of him, knowing that she'll be able to relax with him in his trailer, and that he'll take good care of her.
"Hey there, m'lady," he says, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a soft kiss on her lips, playing with Y/n's hair. "Ready to go home?"
"Please," is all Y/n says as she gets into his car.
Once they get into his trailer, Y/n immediately changes into one of his shirts and slips under the covers, getting comfortable and making herself at home. Eddie rummages through his drawers and pulls out two of Y/n's favorite movies with a smile. "Movie night?" He suggests with a smile.
At 6:00, Eddie heads into the kitchen to make some frozen dinner. He can't cook, come on now, but he tries his best, and that's enough for Y/n. So they sit on his bed together, watching movies, eating dinner, and talking about their day.
drunken proposals
pairing: bucky x reader
summary: too much alcohol leads to proposals
-short little drabble bc I should be studying but I'd rather do something else
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You don't remember how much you've drank but you're sure it's a lot. Everything is becoming so blurry. But apparently, being drunk doesn't mean you can't appreciate a good-looking man.
Bucky doesn't know how long he's been at this party or how much he had to drink, but he does know there's a pretty woman across the room he wants to talk to. He doesn't remember when he first saw you, but he knows you've had his attention from first glance.
"Steve, don't ya think she's so stunning? Ya think she's single?" Steve looks at his best friend laughing.
"You right she probably taken. A doll like that must have someone, so stupid of me." Bucky sighs sadly sipping on his drink.
"Why don't you go ask and find out?" Steve rubs Buckys shoulder.
"Hessopretty. Wantmyhusvand to look like that." you said your words slurred due to the alcohol. Your friend laughs looking where you pointed.
"Imma go and ask him to marry me." you say standing up, your friend catching you since you could barely stand up straight.
"Marriage, huh already?" your friend jokes and you nod confidently shaking her off.
"She coming over quick act normal." Bucky pushes Steve and straightens up almost falling off his chair. Steve catches him and let's out a chuckle.
"Hey! You!" Bucky looks around and points at himself when he hears the pretty woman point and yell at him.
"Yes, you!" You stumble a little when you reach the gorgeous man who catches you. You fall right into his muscular chest. Usually, you would ask for permission before touching anyone, but now you couldn't help yourself so your hands wonder and squeeze the mans chest, and then arms. One feels different than the other, but strong nonetheless.
"Not that I mind that a pretty doll like you is touching me like this but would love to know your name. Bucky finds it cute how you immediately put your hands up and tell him your name.
"Bucky." He introduces himself to you.
"THAT'S A SEXY NAME LIKE YOU!" Bucky backs away a little because you were yelling, he doesn't know why he could hear you the music isn't that loud.
"I know we jus met but got a question for you."
"MARRY ME?"
"MARRY ME?"
You and Bucky say at the same time, and then you both start laughing so hard you're holding on to each other.
"Great! We agree, let's talk wedding ideas!" You happily say, leading Bucky by the arm to dance with him. Bucky follows you like a lovesick puppy, excited to make plans with the most beautiful doll that's walking the earth.
"Should we tell them?" Steve nudges Sam.
"Tell them what?"
"That they've been married for 5 years???"
Sam shakes his head, taking out his phone to film you and Bucky trying to dance while you're absolutely wasted. He would use this video on the wedding you're planning currently but by tomorrow you'll probably come to your senses.
[The End]
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mea culpa (matt murdock) - series masterlist
SUMMARY: "mea culpa" (exclamation - noun/legal term)
used as an acknowledgement of one's fault or error.
↪ in which matt murdock accidentally falls in love with the district attorney's daughter.
(also a little frank castle x reader)
warnings: age gap, smut, angst, hidden relationship, love triangle, and an important reminder that the things that seem healthy in fan fiction are not necessarily health in real life lmao, reader is afab + uses she/her pronouns - MINORS DNI; anyone interacting or following w.o their age in their bio will be blocked
PART ONE: spoilt little rich girl
PART TWO: a woman of substance
PART THREE: daddy issues
PART FOUR: a walk in the park
PART FIVE: jealous, jealousy
PART SIX: bleed myself dry
PART SEVEN: got a secret, can you keep it?
PART EIGHT: an exposè
PART NINE: illicit affairs
PART TEN: straight for the castle
Oooh, I hope you have so much fun abroad! :D
Okay dokey, here are my fluff ideas this time around:
-Reader gets made fun of for having a seemingly silly phobia, but Loki happens to share the phobia (like, think of something not a lot of people would be afraid of)
-Loki overhears Reader singing really well, but she also refuses to sing in front of people because she was humiliated last time she tried, so Loki eavesdrops until Reader finds him one day
-Just have Reader and Loki floating around Avengers Tower acting like Gomez and Morticia Addams for 500 words, bonus if they get frisky in a public space and Satchel!Steve makes a cameo
Fluff Drabble Marathon II A link to my Fluff Library is HERE Warnings: Some steamy content/references. Still fluff (w/c 550) A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE [18+]
Public Displays of Affection
The door to the conference room opened. He was late to Rogers 7am meeting, as usual.
“Laufeyson, take a seat” Rogers chided, sighing as the god gracefully took the spot you’d saved for him at the otherwise full table.
“My love” Loki murmured, ignoring Steve and raising the back of your hand to his lips.
He pressed a kiss firmly against your skin, making you shiver. “My goddess…” another kiss planted against your wrist, “my queen…” he bit your forearm gently, sucking the skin; those piercing eyes never leaving yours.
“Excuse me.” Wilson huffed, throwing his arms in the air, “Is there a damn orgy on the agenda this morning? I guess I missed that email, huh?”
You felt heat rising in your cheeks as you pulled your arm away from Loki’s grasp, glancing apologetically around the table.
“I fail to see why it is my concern that your midgardian customs do not allow for lovers to greet each other in a fitting manner” Loki purred to Wilson, his eyebrows raising haughtily.
“Hey, Loki” Natasha quipped, sliding her arm across the table and resting her head on her palm, “I was enjoying it, makes a change from Captain Dry over here and his droning. No offence, Cap.” she chuckled as Steve threw his hands in the air.
“What else you got in that suave-bank, Laufeyson?” she said coyly, wriggling her eyebrows. Loki’s lips curled in a knowing smile, enjoying the opportunity for mischief unfolding.
“Indeed, Romanoff…” he murmured, turning his sultry gaze back to you. You melted. He could make you forget everything. Everyone. It could be quite inconvenient.
“In that case...Y/N you look positively ravishing this morning. The angelic sight of you fresh from your bed, rested and untouched by the day makes me quiver with the urge to worship you.” He leant forward, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek and tucking it behind your ear.
Loki’s eyes danced with amusement as his velvet voice continued to radiate through the air. “And I shall do so slowly...purposefully...an unravelling of the adoring thoughts that have been marinating in my mind since yesterday evening...”
The sound of Clint theatrically yakking broke the moment. “Jesus, man...I’ve just had breakfast.”
“I think it’s sweet…” Wanda cooed, resting her chin in her hand, “makes a change from you guys bottling everything up…” her eyes travelled towards Vis, who gestured in bemusement to Scott beside him.
“Sweet?” Wilson’s eyes grew wide in disbelief, “I feel like I’m watchin’ a peep show right now.”
“What does this mean, this...‘bottling up’?” Vis murmured to Scott, as the man beside him shrugged. “Don’t look at me dude, I have no idea what’s happening” Lang murmured, rubbing his eyes.
Loki’s lips found your neck, murmuring sweet praises only audible to you as you giggled in spite of yourself. Nat and Wanda gave each other appreciative looks as the men around the table threw their gaze to the ceiling, one by one.
“Ok...I think we’re gonna take ten and re-visit the start time of this meeting once Loki and Y/N have had time to properly greet each other” Steve huffed, before striding dramatically out the door.
“Wait up man…” Wilson shouted, pushing himself from the table, followed by each member of the team in tandem.
The bustle of footsteps making their way towards the canteen echoed in the hallway as Loki’s lips found yours, pressing against them with the burning passion of a thousand suns.
“You continue to bewitch me, love” he murmured, peppering kisses along the line of your cheekbones, “never stop…”
“Loki this is torture...they think we’re ridiculous” you giggled, leaning into the pressure of his mouth on your neck.
“To live without your affections, my love...only that would be torture.” he whispered gently against the raised hairs of your skin, “let them talk. I care only for the words from your lips when you bend willingly against my touch...”
Loki’s smouldering gaze bore into you, raising your hand once again as his wet tongue pressed in a longing kiss to the underside of your wrist.
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We Aren’t Friends
A/N: ummm thank you so much for the amazing response to “Vanilla”!! I’m pretty certain it’s my most popular piece to date and seeing the response just makes me want to write even more. So please comment and reblog, because while likes are awesome, the reblogs boost visibility and the comments just make me happy 😂
Summary: you’re the good girl- good grades, well behaved, picture perfect princess- and you’ve been paired with the boy who you have nothing in common with for a school project. Eddie Munson was infamous and you stayed in completely different social circles. You always thought he hated you and your type until you saw him with Chrissy Cunningham. Why could he be friends with her and not with you? Why did you even care?
Pairing: Eddie x Fem!Reader
Warnings: jealousy?, mentions of drug use and bullying, no spoilers really
“Alright so meet with your partners to discuss your plans for the project going forward…and might I remind you, this is worth forty percent of your final grade,” you teacher told the class. You looked over at your partner- Eddie “the freak” Munson. He sent a wink your way and you sighed; this was going to be harder than you thought.
“Okay so I know you’re not really into the whole doing good in school thing so how about I just do the project and slap your name on it?” You suggested.
“While that is a tempting offer, sweetheart, I have a feeling our ever so observant teacher would notice if it doesn’t have my own personal touch,” he said, nodding over to your teacher who was already glaring at him.
“Fine, um, we could meet at the library right after school is over. I know nights don’t work for you because of your club.”
“You know about that?” He asked, a hopeful twinkle in his eyes.
“You’re not exactly shy about it, Munson,” you laughed. “So library? After school?”
“Works for me, gorgeous.” He winked at you again before grabbing his bag and leaving the room. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were actually looking forward to seeing him again.
Your life was incredibly dull in comparison to his. You were just different, and there was nothing wrong with that. But a part of you yearned for something more exciting. Maybe Eddie could at least provide some entertainment for a while.
You found yourself waiting at the library for almost 15 minutes before he sauntered in, smelling him before you even saw him. You looked up at him with a scowl but he looked like he didn’t care, which he probably didn’t.
“Well now I only have 45 minutes before I have to get going so just sit down and listen to my ideas. I’m still suggesting I do most of the work because it’s worth a bit part of our final grade and I need to nail this,” you rambled.
“Woah, woah, woah, calm down, sweetheart. I have a feeling you could flunk this project and still pass the class.” He sat down in the chair across from you with a smirk.
“Yes well I’d rather not flunk it and keep up with my good grades. I know you don’t give a shit-”
“The princess swears!? I never would’ve guessed!” The smile on Eddie’s face only grew when you rolled your eyes.
“Maybe your bad influence is rubbing off on me already,” you said with a small smile.
“Keep hanging with me, sweetheart, and I’ll completely ruin you.” You knew he meant it jokingly but you couldn’t stop your stomach from doing a flip.
So for the next week and a half you guys met after school in the library like clockwork. He promised to show up on time if you promised to listen to him talk about D&D from time to time. It wasn’t something you understood, but you liked the way he talked about it with passion.
He gave you music recommendations and you, in turn, shared notes with him for some other classes. You told him your favorite movies and rolled your eyes when he snickered at your choices.
Sometimes in class, he’d find you looking at him and he’d wink or just shoot you a smile. Once when he heard you giggle when he rolled his eyes at the teacher, he made it his mission the entire rest of the class to make you laugh. Everyone looked at you like you were crazy but the smile on Eddie’s face was worth it.
As you got to know him a little better, it stung a little more when you would hear the jocks picking on him in the halls or at lunch time. His eyes found yours one day in the lunch room and you sent him a sad smile. You could see the hint of pain in his eyes but he shrugged it away as if it was nothing.
You weren’t quite sure why you felt so sad and angry when you saw him being bullied; maybe it was the growing friendship between the two of you or maybe it was your own growing feelings for the man.
Either way, you decided to go over and check on him. Your own friends asked where you were going but you brushed them off, making your way across the cafeteria.
“Hey Eddie. I just wanted to say that those guys are absolute assholes and you shouldn’t listen to anything they say,” you said with sincerity. His club members looked between the two of you and you knew other people were staring as well. Eddie looked at you and coughed awkwardly.
“Uh thanks, (y/l/n).” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and looked around at the leering eyes of your fellow students.
“I guess I’ll see you later then?” You asked. He gave you a small nod before quickly walking off. You thought it was weird but maybe he was just upset from the bullies. You shrugged it off and grabbed your bag, heading to your next class.
Later that day, you waited in the library for fifteen minutes. Then thirty. Then forty-five. You grabbed your books and shoved them in your bag, slamming the door on your way out. Part of you worried something had happened to him, but another part questioned why you even cared.
You had just made it to the parking lot when you noticed Eddie’s van on the far end of the lot. Eddie was leaning against it with a wide grin, talking to someone in a cheerleading outfit. You looked closer and noticed it was none other than the queen of Hawkins, Chrissy Cunningham.
So he couldn’t be friends with you yet he could run around with the most popular and pretty girl in town, blowing you off in the meantime. You tried to push down the pain bubbling up inside your chest, jumping in your car and speeding out of the lot, right past Eddie and his new friend. You knew he saw you but you didn’t care.
You trudged up to your room and instantly drew yourself a bath. You lit a few candles and poured in your favorite scented bath bubbles. You needed to calm down before working on your project. It needed to be finished with or without him- preferably without him.
After a decent soak, blasting your music to drown out any unwelcome thoughts, you threw on your fluffiest bath robe and sat down on your bed with your books in front of you. Your parents weren’t home so you could just relax without anyone bothering you.
What felt like hours went by, when in reality it was only forty-five minutes. Your album was nearing its end so you got up to change it. You happened to look up in the mirror and let out a ear splitting scream when you noticed a man standing in your window.
“Woah, calm down! Open up!” Eddie called out. You stood there clenching your chest trying to find your heart.
“What. The. Fuck. Munson!!” You screamed, flinging the window open.
“You didn’t answer your door! I was knocking for like fifteen minutes,” he said, climbing into your bedroom.
“So you climb onto my roof, you psycho?!”
“Okay, I can see how that appears mildly concerning. But I just wanted to talk to you and I didn’t have your phone number so-“
“Because we’re not friends.” His face instantly fell into a frown.
“What?”
“You don’t have my number because we’re not friends. I don’t even know how you figured out where I live to be honest. We were partners on a project, which I will finish tonight, and that’s it,” you said, trying to act as neutral as possible. Maybe if you just cut everything off you could squash whatever feelings were bubbling up inside of you.
“Is this because I blew you off today? I honestly got a little distracted and forgot and I feel totally horrible.”
“So you’re trying to justify it by saying you got distracted and forgot? I guess I’m just not as important as queen Chrissy.” You couldn’t help the venom in your tone and you could see something light up in his eyes.
“Are you jealous of Chrissy?” He asked flat out.
“W-what?” He took a step closer to you and you matched it, only to run into your bed. You were suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that you were in nothing but a robe. You crossed your arms over your chest and stared down at your feet.
“Is that what the problem is, gorgeous? You’re mad because I was with another girl?”
“No, why would I care about that?” You snapped.
“Because you care about me?” You thought you heard a hint of hope in his voice, but you chose to ignore it.
“Yeah right, Munson. I’m mad because I told you how much you mean to me this project means to me and you just didn’t care enough to show up. So I’m going to finish it and hand it in to the teacher so we can just be done.”
“(Y/N), it was a drug deal and nothing more.” He tried to reach out for your hand but you recoiled.
“Yeah, right. Like Chrissy Cunningham would buy drugs. And you’re the one that decided we weren’t friends when you blew me off in the lunch room.”
“Okay, let me explain!”
“No! You’re done explaining. This really isn’t a big deal. We’re just going to go about our lives pretending the other doesn’t exist, just like before. So please leave.”
“Sweetheart-” when you finally looked up your heart broke to see how upset he looked. You wanted to take it all back but you knew in the long run this was for the better.
“Just go.” You went over and opened your bedroom door, motioning with your hand for him to leave. He stood there with pleading eyes and it took all of the conviction you had to not break down. “Go!”
He slowly walked past you, looking like he had something to say, but whatever it was, he kept to himself. Once he was out of your room, you slammed the door behind him. Once you heard your front door close, you collapsed on the floor with a sob.
Why was this hurting so much? He was nothing to you- just the freak you were paired with for a class project. You could tell yourself that over and over again, but it would never make it true. You had fallen for Eddie Munson, and you just kicked him out of your life for good.
Were you protecting yourself? Maybe. Were you overreacting? Probably. One thing was certain though, you couldn’t change what happened so you’d have to learn to live with it- to live without him.
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Angst?? From me?? Never!
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18 - Eddie Munson
Y/n is 18 and her dad, Hopper, can seem to accept it. So she seeks out the help of Eddie Munson.
* You can imagine Y/n being adopted or Jim having a daughter with another woman if you don’t look like Hopper.
“Munson!” Eddie heard his name being called as he sat at his normal spot in the woods, seeing Jim Hoppers daughter, y/n, making her way over. Eddie smirked to himself and stood from the table.
“And to what do I owe the pleasure of Y/n Hopper?” He bowed dramatically. She gave his antics a scowl and crossed her arms.
“I need your help, Eddie.” She sighed. His eyes widened, the Sheriff’s daughter needed the freaks help?
Eddie smirked, standing tall and crossing his arms. “And what could I, Eddie ‘The Freak” Munson, possibly help Jim Hoppers daughter with?”
She sighed and leaned her head back, looking at the sky through the trees. “Y’know what? Forget it, I’ll just find someone else.”
As she went to walk away, Eddie quickly placed a hand on her shoulder, talking off as she glared at him.
He put his hands up defensively. “What do you need? I can do it.” The super senior watched her sigh and look at the ground.
“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.” She looked him in the eyes. Eddie thought for a moment, placing his hand over his mouth.
Y/n was an attractive girl, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss a few notes in class because he was looking at her.
“Ok, why me though?” He asked, sitting down and looking up at her.
“My dad can’t except the fact that I’m eighteen and can make my own decisions. If I bring home a guy that’s been caught selling drugs as many times as you have, he’d have a field day.”
It seemed like a good enough reason to Eddie, he did love to piss people off, extra points if they were cops. And even if it wasn’t real, he was still getting a chance with the queen of Hawkins.
“Alright, I’m in.” Eddie held his hand out, Y/n smiling and shaking.
“So daddy,” Y/n started as Jim, El and her sat at the table. “I met a boy, and I really like him, I think he might like me too.”
Jim grumbled, shoving more food in his mouth as you spoke. “I don’t want you dating anyone until I meet them.”
“Well, I’ll let you know everything goes and then maybe he can come over for dinner?” She gave her sweet, good girl smile before Hopper reluctantly agreed.
The next day Eddie had gotten a note in his locker.
“Meet me in the woods after school
- Y/n”
Eddie smiled to himself, folding the note and slipping it in his back pocket. He looked down the hall, seeing Y/n up against the lockers while talking to her friends.
“Finally, I almost left.” Y/n said as she saw Eddie make his way to the table, small metal lunchbox in hand.
He sent the box down on the table, slipping his jacket off and sitting down across from her. “Sorry, I had a deal, and most people don’t feel comfortable doing that around a sheriffs daughter.”
Y/n sucked her teeth and looked down at the table for a moment. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” She said as she played with her fingers. “You need to come over and have dinner with my family, on Friday.”
Friday could not come soon enough, Jim had made dinner for the four of you while El had set the table. Now the only thing to do was wait for you and this mystery boy to arrive.
Both of their eyes widened when they heard loud metal music. Jim’s face turned full of shock as he saw the familiar van in his driveway, him and his officers searching it many times before.
The girl smiled to Eddie as she caught a glimpse of her fathers face. The two had made themselves look as believable as possible, Eddie slipping one of his rings and his guitar pick necklace onto her.
The two walked up to the cabin, Eddie only landing one knock before Jim had opened the door. Y/n smiled up at her father, hugging Eddie’s arm.
“Daddy, this is the boy I told you about, Eddie Mu-“
“Munson. I’m aware.” Jim said, quickly cutting his daughter off as he stared down at the boy.
Eddie smiled politely as he held his hand out to the sheriff. “Is great to see you, Hopper.” The girls father stared down at his hand before moving out of the way to let the two in.
Jim watched as Y/n walked the boy into the living room, where El sat watching TV. “El, this is Eddie, the boy I told you about about the other day.”
Eleven watched as her sister slipped her hand into the boys. “Hello,” she looked up at him, Eddie smiling and greeting her as well.
“Alright, let’s eat.” Jim yelled from the kitchen, Eleven got up quickly, leaving her sister and the boy in the living room.
Y/n smiled at up at Eddie, who was trying his best to hold back a laugh before they made their way to the kitchen.
“So Munson.” Jim said, staring the boy dead in the eye. “What’ve you been up to since the last time I’ve seen you? Back to the usual?”
“Daddy-“
Eddie snickered for a moment before swallowing his food. “No sir, I put all that behind me. After last time I decided to clean up my act.”
Jim stared at him questionably, leaning back in his seat to intimidate him. Eddie would be lying if he said he wasn’t though, the two grams of weed in his glovebox staying in the back of his mind.
Dinner ended soon enough, Eddie feeling a bit more relieved as it was almost time to go. “Well Munson, it’s getting late, and I wouldn’t want your uncle to get too worried.”
Eddie smiled politely and nodded his head. “Of course. Thank you for dinner, it was amazing.”
“I’ll walk you out.” As the two slipped out the door, Eddie shoved his hand in the girls back pocket. “The plan worked great. Thank you.”
Y/n said as they approached the van. “Of course, who could pass up free diner?” He laughed. “I do know how you can repay me, though.”
The girl raised her eyebrows as Eddie leaned against his van. “Let me take you out tomorrow, for real.”
Y/n smiled at him, leaning up to place a small kiss on his cheek. “It’s a date.” She said, making her way back to the cabin.
“Hopper?” Eleven looked away from the window for a moment, turning to her father who was sitting in his recliner.
“Yeah, El?” He asked, not looking away from the TV.
The younger girl looked back to the window. “Why is his hand in her pocket?” She asked, tilting her head as she watched her sister.
Hopper quickly made his way to the window, his hands gripping the couch and his knuckles turning white. “I’m going to kill that boy.”
If this gets 100 likes I swear on everything I will make a Billy version
Okay so I'm begging the Eddie Munson x Reader writing community to write something inspired by 10 Things I Hate About You.
Patrick Verona is an Eddie Munson Variant, the characterization would be seamless and I will pay you in reblogs and my endless devotion.
The reader could be based on Kat, but honestly you could swap her out for whatever character type you like.
For example, the reader could be Steve Harrington's sister/sibling. Maybe Steve can't date until they date (hence Eddie's involvement).
I just wanna see all the talented people in this fandom give this prompt a shot ❤️
If you do end up writing it, please tag me. I would love to support your work ❤️
—do i even have a chance?
summary: you’ve found him and he was sure he didn’t have a chance
warnings: usage of pet name (sweets), fluff, hint of an angst, body insecurity, cute dates, alpine, smut, mutual pining, masturbation, fingering, oral, size kink, praise kink, chubby!bucky || minors dni 18+
a/n: thanks to @bloomingbucky and @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for their helps, don’t forget to comment/reblog 🖤
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18 (Eddie Munson)
Summary: You use Eddie to piss off your parents.
Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Warnings: Angst, mentions of weed, swearing, SFW, religious parents, not proofread bc I'm gonna be late for work.
Inspired by the song 18 by Anarbor
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You'd grown up a goody two-shoes--church every Sunday, straight A's, pleated skirts. You were a clean, cookie cutter good girl.
Until your parents decided it was time to raid your room. They'd found the secret stash on the top shelf of your closet. This shoebox carried the entirety of your real personality. The small baggie of weed you'd gotten from Eddie Munson and your treasured collection of Black Sabbath tapes were confiscated. Then you were sentenced to being grounded for the foreseeable future, only being allowed to go to school and tutor classmates on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Your main tutee was Eddie Munson, two times held back, he was determined to graduate this year along with you. You weren't good friends with Eddie by any means, you'd tutored him for the last few weeks and exchanged pleasantries in the halls (meaning he would bow at you dramatically and you would smile uncomfortably).
At least you weren't one of the kids who judged him and his friends endlessly. You didn't think of the Hellfire Club as freaks or nerds, if anything, you envied them. They were free to express themselves completely.
Your first tutoring session with Eddie had started awkward but quickly became comfortable. You guys chatted for a little while about music, Eddie was surprised that your tastes didn't differ much. He gave you a couple of his tapes to borrow and even slid you a little bit of weed for free (anything for a rebel cause).
He was the first and only person you told about your parents busting you. It's not like you had any friends, unless you're counting your church friends and they would stand right behind your parents on the issue.
Eddie was positively outraged about your parents "oppressing your spirit". His anger managed to rile you up, dragging you out of the spell of sadness you'd been swimming in for the past few days.
"That's bullshit, Y/N," he shouted. You sat on the desk, a copy of the pre-calculus textbook sprawled out beside you. He stood from his seat, pacing the empty classroom.
"I know. I would ask for some weed but I think my parents might actually be considering a drug sniffing dog," you groaned, laying back onto the table. You felt your plaid skirt rise a bit on your thighs, but you let it be. You knew Eddie would notice (he wasn't very inconspicuous), and you honestly didn't mind the attention.
"Fuck your parents! How much angrier can they get?" He questioned, throwing hiss hands in the air.
"I guarantee they can get angrier. That's something I would love to see. Maybe I should get a tattoo, or pierce my eyebrow, or I could--"
"Bring home an older, held back, long haired, tattooed, good ol' fashioned freak as your boyfriend," he pointed at you quirking a brow.
Eddie had very clearly had a crush on you. He would shamelessly flirt, constantly calling you pet names and asking for extra tutoring time accompanied by a sly wink. You figured he was pretty much joking. You can flirt without liking someone. Besides, you weren't innocent. You would let your eyes linger or let your hand rest on his arm for longer than necessary. It was fun and exciting, he was probably the only person in this school that knew your personality went deeper than seemingly perfect facade you displayed.
You considered Eddie's offer for a moment. It felt awful to use him, but he was offering. Besides, you could only imagine the shock on your parents' faces when you arrive in their driveway without your bike, but in a van driven by Eddie Munson blaring Ozzy Osbourne's latest. With that picture circling the forefront of your mind, you decided.
"You might be a genius, Munson. I could kiss you," you laughed.
"You probably should," he smirked, a shit-eating grin taking over his face.
***
"This next left turn is my street," you directed Eddie from the passenger seat. Your Mary Janes were propped up on the dash, Hand of Doom blaring through the open windows. You hair was flying out of your ribbon due to Eddie driving 50 in a residential.
"Sure thing, Princess," he hollered, swinging the wheel left.
You watched as several of your neighbors peeked through their curtains or stepped onto their porches to find the cause of the ruckus, your parents included. They stormed out of the front door upon realizing it was their perfect daughter perched in the van beside the town delinquent.
Eddie pulled right into the driveway, not bothering to lower the volume. You waited in the seat as Eddie hopped out and jogged around to open your door. He grabbed your hand to help you out of the seat.
"They look so pissed," he whispered, pulling you in by the waist. Against his chest, you wrapped your arms around his neck, squealing as he lifted you into the air.
"A+ for the acting, Rebel," you hummed in his ear.
He set you down and pulled back slowly. You grinned at him as he backed you against the van.
"I do live to put on a show," he stroked your arm that remained rested on his shoulder.
"Wanna kick it up?" You asked, leaning into him. You watched his cheeks tinge pink as you went in for the kill, or kiss. His hands immediately found your hips, and yours tangled into his hair.
Eddie met the energy you gave off, the kiss completely skipping any semblance of innocence. Your tongues battled as you guys amped it up for performance purposes, of course. Even you had to admit, it was a bit much but you couldn't bring yourself to care-- too lost in Eddie.
Finally the two of you pulled away, him giving you another peck before pulling away totally. You winked at him before started the walk toward your fuming parents, who stood on the porch in disbelief.
"Bye, Princess!" Eddie shouted, hopping back into his van.
"Bye, Babe!" You threw the last punch as he pulled down the street, going faster than he did on the way in.
"What in God's name are you doing with your life?" Your dad shouted.
"Is this the boy who gave you drugs?" Your mother was nearly crying.
You didn't answered, just rolled your eyes as you entered the house. Your parents followed you in, throwing questions after question at you.
***
So if you wanna piss off your parents
Date me to scare them.
Show them you're all grown up.
If long hair and tattoos are what attract you,
Baby then you're in luck.
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