deer!reader x jj
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when he first met you, jj had no clue what to think of you except that you were a bit odd! you had barely spoke, just staring at him intently with your wide eyes
pope had strung you along, meeting you in the math team and the two of you got along well- both being the only people to have those long conversations about endless nothings on topics no one else would get
despite your silence and slightly discomforting staring, he found himself liking you; the way your eyes would dart around everywhere before finding their ways back to the blues of his irises
“aaand she’s doing it again” jj nudges to the brunette beside him, not moving his eyes from your conversation with sarah and kie
“what are you on about” john b asks, half listening to the answer “she isn’t blinking….again!” the blonde exclaims, hands jutting out dramatically “ion know how they don’t see it..s’kind of scary”
“scary…really?” john b deadpans, looking up from his phone, now facing the blonde eye to eye “i have seen you watch someone’s insides get gutted out an’ thats what you find scary”
“not scary…more so creepy” the blonde rambles, mind trailing off in his thoughts “slightly cute but like scary cute… you get me?” he turns to the brunette, who has know tuned himself out of the conversation, making his way over to pope- leaving jj alone, as he continued to bore his eyes into the back of your head
whilst the rest of the pogues had trailed off to go to the shops, promising they would be back soon, had left jj, you and the twinkie in a slightly uncomfortable situation
“y’know im like killer at staring competitions… so like you might aswell give it up now” the blonde announces in the car, as both of you continue to face each other with not a blink in sight
to that he is met with the ongoing silence, causing him to slowly gulp as the realisation dawns upon him that the rest of the group is not coming anytime soon
and there it is! the site he thought he would never see, you slowly blink as a small smile crosses your face as the blondes mouth slowly goes agape
all hell breaks loose as he cheers,a mixture of laughter and genuine excitement echoing through the small van and throughout all his ruckus he noticed the tips of your fingers grazing against his hand, softly wrapping around them as you shifted closer
and before you knew it he’d won you over
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notes + creds: deer reader is by far my favourite reader variant of @princessbrunette because i am her she is me!!
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18+ stoned!reader x stoned!eddie, some semi smut
found this in my drafts from a couple days ago that i wrote when i was...also stoned. utter nonesense, most of it.
“Shh—hehe-shh, no, no, we have to be — hahaha — sh, sh, quiet,” he whisper yells, stumbling over himself while he nearly knocks a lamp off of a side table in Steve Harrington’s living room. The rest of the gang filled the guest bedrooms, leaving you both on the pull out couch.
His sweaty hand clasps yours as you finally make it to the kitchen, squinting in the light against the white tiles.
“Ugh, put the dimmer on,” you whine into another peal of ‘quiet’ giggles.
“Okay, okay,” he nods, leaning against the wall while he twists the light switch knob, the lights going to a low yellow.
“That’s better — shit,” he huffs, grinning.
“What?” you grin back,
“M’stoned as shit, babe,” he laughs, rubbing his swollen red eyes.
“Me—haha, me too,” you laugh back. You both make your way to the abandoned s’mores ingredients on the counter, the reason for the adventure to the kitchen.
“I don’t really get marshmallows,” he says, popping one into his mouth, “Li’ I get them, buh I don’ really get them.”
“True, true,” you nod, breaking a graham cracker in half, staring at the crumbs on the marble, “They’re like — oh my god — holy shit, they’re a fake food.”
“Babe, fuck — you’re so right,” he nods, “Like what’re they even made of?”
“Like…plastic, babe. I think they’re plastic,” you nod back, eyes as wide as they can go — and it’s not wide at all, “Like from space. They’re space plastic.”
“They’re totally space plastic,” he agrees, putting another one in his mouth, “Tasthy, shug-ry, spacthe, plasdic.”
“M’so thirsty,” you complain, turning the sink on with little grace, leaning forward to drink from the faucet.
“Aw, shit, me too — move,” Eddie grumbles, holding his hair back and hip bumping you out of the way.
“Hey!” you whine, hip bumping him back, knocking your forehead against his to get back to the water.
“You hey!” he laughs back, face half reproachful and half mischievous, “I’ll count to five and then hahaha, then it’s my turn.”
You drink quick while he counts down, taking turns in intervals of five until you both think you’ve been drinking water for hours.
“3, 4…”
“Okay enough, you’re waterboarding me,” you gasp after a gulp, turning the sink off.
“You don’t even know what that means.”
“No Ed, you don’t even know what that means.”
“No you,” he tuts, leaning in for a kiss.
“No you,” you tut back, letting him kiss you softly. Unsurprisingly, you both let out simultaneous groans, knowing you’re both on shaky ground if you keep at it. It takes little effort for him to convince you to sit up on the island counter so his hips can line up against yours, ringed and tattooed hands gripping your thighs without thought or care behind it, just need. Just bare need from the roots. He pushes forward, the hard on tenting his boxers pressing up flat against you. Two more breathy groans coming from between your kisses while he rocks against your panties.
“I don’t have a condom with me,” he whispers against your lips.
“Sss…hmmm, it’s okay,” you mumble out, swollen eyes now shut while your body tingles through with pleasure, “S’feelin’reallygood babe.”
“You all extra sensitive?” he asks, the giggles gone, just eyes that want you — brain focused now on chasing the pleasure in his groin.
“Yeah,” you whimper, his chest pressing up against yours when he brings his mouth to your neck. To your spot. The whine you let out is a little too loud and you both know it — enough that he covers your mouth while he keeps going, hips still grinding in a steady rhythm against you. He tugs you down back to the floor by your hips, turning you around without a second thought, oversized t-shirt rucked up to your waist.
“You want me?” he asks, pulling your panties to the side. You nod hurriedly.
“Please,” you whisper, hips wiggling — which makes him laugh, which makes you laugh, and then you look at the marshmallows on the counter and it’s space plastic all over again. Giggles and kisses while he gets ready to ease into you and put you both to bed exhausted.
“I hope the aliens don’t come,” you murmur between sloppy pecks, “For the space plastic.”
The light in the kitchen gets bright, bright, bright, “We’re getting abducted babe.”
“What’re you talking about?” Steve’s annoyed voice echos from the other end of the room, “You guys are being so loud.”
You and Eddie separate like embarrassed high schoolers who got caught kissing behind the bleachers. Like dad walked in on something he shouldn’t have.
“Sorry, Harrington,” Eddie smirks, “We were just—”
“Getting water!” you interrupt.
“Yeah I see that,” Steve huffs, crossing his arms, “It’s all over the floor.”
He’s not wrong, it is, the two of you looking at the tile like kids who are definitely in trouble.
“We’ll clean it up Steve, sorry,” Eddie assures, much more apologetic now.
“Just — go to bed guys,” he sighs, “Or I’m making you sleep in separate rooms next time.”
When he leaves you both toss each other a look, mocking Steve’s exasperated face with another silent outbreak of breathy giggles. After wiping up the water, you put away the snacks together and click the light off, settling back down in the pull out couch under the covers. The high now holding you down in a cozy grip, making your eyes lull and your breaths slow.
“M’sleepy,” you whisper under the crisp sheets.
“Me too,” he nods, intertwining his limbs with yours like he does every night. Curly hair creeping onto your face while he settles his head in the crook of your neck, “But babe?”
“Yeah?” you ask into the quiet of the room, eyes closed, sleep pulling you further and further away.
“M’gonna rail you when we get home tomorrow,” he mutters, half asleep.
“M’kay,” you nod, “Thass—that sounds good. I like that. I’ll get us a ticket.”
“Hm?”
“For the rail…for the railroad.”
“I’ve been workin’ on the rail road,” he sings quietly.
“All the live long day…” you both harmonize, more giggles, sleepy giggles.
“I’ve been workin’ on the rail road, just to pass the time away…”
“Guys,” Steve’s sharp whisper calls from the stairs, “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight Steve,” you mumble in unison, singing the song in quiet whispers — falling asleep before you even make it to the end.
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i’m sat.
Gross! Eddie x mean girl reader who spits in his drink before she passes it to him and he locks eyes with her n drinks it with a smirk
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gross!eddie munson x reader (nb) ⟡ 18+ mdni !!
spit kink, NON-CON, cum eating,
drugs, food stuff, 1 use of daddy ;
Oh, my god. He downs the rest, opening his mouth like, “Gimme some more, baby.” He’s such a simp, it’s disgusting <3 But you oblige him so happily, kissing him sloppy, spitting right into his mouth. He’s your stupid little plaything, you love making him dirty 💓✨ This reminds me of a scene from Hoard, lol 🙂💦 *clutches sink* Roman empire …
This also reminds me of an idea I had about perv!Eddie cumming into some brownie batter, then making some pot brownies, especially for you 💖🥰 You’re like, “Damn, Eds, these are really good. What did you put in these?” And he just looks at you, watching you eat them with so much love in his eyes; his pretty baby, his best friend. “Just a little love, Sugar. S’all for you.”
(tw noncon) And maybe, perhaps, Eddie slipped a little something extra into your brownies, besides the weed, to make you a soft supple little puppy, just for Daddy 🥰💖🌟✨
🌟 talk about gross!eddie with me 💖🌱
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