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pedriscroquettes · 7 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 – GAVI

warnings. p in v sex, public s3x (there’s no one around), jealous!gavi, & an annoying teammate

summary. academic rival!gavi makes sure you only have room for one nerd in your life

a/n. part two of comfort zone. tysm for the idea @gavisuntiedboot 🫶🏽

the sound of your professor’s voice filled the room as he explained your next assignment. you simultaneously put away your notes and listened carefully as this next project would be worth twenty percent of your grade. you were already laying out the details of your work as the professor continued to describe the assignment.

“there is one twist to this project. you’ll be working with a partner.” his words made you freeze. “and before you ask yes i will be choosing your partner for you.”

the room was filled with groans at his last comment, many of your classmates upset that they wouldn’t be working with their friends. meanwhile your eyes searched the room until they locked with a certain brunette. gavi had been looking forward to asking you to be his partner and now he was simply hoping the professor had decided to put you two together.

“mrs. y/l/n and mr. moretti you’ll be working together.” your professor says as he crushes gavi’s hopes and dreams.

franco moretti had arrived last semester from turin when his father took over as head of the marketing department for sevilla fc. he was also the teammate gavi despised the most due to them playing in the same position and because he would always insult him in words he didn’t understand. you scan the room to search for the argentine spotting him all the way at the end of the room looking at something else on his laptop. you sigh in frustration wondering if this project would be the reason your grade goes down.

as soon as class ends you make your way towards the blonde hoping to introduce yourself and get the project over with. he instantly notices you offering you one of his flirty smirks.

“bueno…” he starts. “we’re partners right?”

“uh, yeah. i just came to introduce myself-”

“i know who you are.” he interrupts you. “well i only know you’re like the smartest kid in our class.”

“i wouldn’t say that.” your cheeks heat up at his words.

“no need to be humble. your face along with his-” he points towards gavi. “is plastered all over the school. i’ve got to say i am very impressed by how you manage to do sports and somehow maintain your grades so high at the same time. but you probably just want to talk about our project.”

“uhm, thank you?” you can’t help but laugh at the interaction. “oh, yeah. i just wanted to ask if you have any certain topics you want to make our project about?”

“well i’ve got to get to practice in like five minutes or else coach will make me run five miles around the whole school. do you maybe want to meet up at the library later to discuss it? say around four?” he says as he packs up this things.

“yeah, that’s fine. i’ll see you there.” you smile awkwardly not sure if you should look forward to seeing him later or not.

you stay behind a couple of minutes going over some of your notes with the professor making sure you got everything right. you couldn’t afford to risk your spot in the rankings for a small error. grabbing your stuff you make way towards the library hoping to get some free time to study for your next psych exam before meeting up with franco. although, you don’t expect to find gavi waiting for you outside the door.

“he totally thinks you’re hot.” he simply blurts out.

“nice to see you too pablo.” you say sarcastically. “why are you blessing me with your presence today?”

“i bless you with my presence everyday.” he says as he begins following you to wherever it is you’re going. “so, you and franco…”

“me and franco aren’t even friends if that’s what you’re wondering.” you roll your eyes. “why do you even hate him so much?”

“i don’t hate him.” you simply stare at him. “okay maybe i do just a little but it’s reasonable.”

“you hate him because his dad works for sevilla and he’s slowly climbing up through the rankings. i’m not sure i would call that reasonable.” you say as you open the doors to the library. you’re grateful there’s barely anyone in there, you don’t enjoy being around large groups.

“whatever.” he huffs. “do you think he’s cute?”

you pause in your tracks turning towards gavi. the top button of his dress shirt unbuttoned and his red tie on the verge of coming loose. he looked quite good and a part of you just wanted to go home already.

“are you jealous pablito?” you tease him.

“me? jealous of a benchwarmer? please. not only am i better than him athletically but also academically. there’s no reason for me to be jealous.” he scoffs at the ridiculous idea.

“okay so you won’t have a problem with me studying with him later in here right? you totally didn’t follow me to the library just to make sure i didn’t find him attractive right?” you ask him as you press the button on the wall to get an elevator. you loved that each floor was dedicated to a different genre of books.

“why would i have a problem? i’m the only one making you cum anyways.” his words catch you off guard. you look around making sure no one else has heard him.

“pablo!” you hit his chest and you expect him to just laugh but he only stares at you. his eyes darker than before. he pulls you towards the end of the nonfiction section where there’s barely any light and a bunch of books that haven’t been read in years. how romantic.

“but maybe he’ll get lucky and you’ll spread your legs for him. give him a good view and everything.” he drags his hand to the middle of your legs opening up your legs.

you can feel his breath on your neck as he moves your hand from your thighs to your core teasing you. you completely forget where you are as he leaves love bites all over your neck. the pleasure intensifying as teases you by running his hands along your core but not getting them under your panties to touch you.

“and maybe he’ll hear those sinful noises you make as he drags his fingers along your folds.” you whine as pablo spreads your wetness around your folds with his fingers.

“but maybe you’ll be desperate to have him inside you to feel full again. so you’ll simply move these to the side.” he moves your panties to the side giving him full access to your dripping core. “and take him in you like the good girl you are.”

you help him undo his belt eager to have him fuck you already. his button down shirt losing some of its buttons in the process. the two of you so needy to finally come together like a puzzle to care about what happens next. he finally manages to pull out his hard aching dick out and he doesn’t waste another minute as he brings it to your needy hole.

“and then he’ll drag it along your folds teasing you even more. but after a couple of minutes he begins to insert himself until he fills you- oh fuck.” he groans as he enters you. “and your walls squeeze him as he pleasures you.”

“please pablo.” you beg him as one of your hands digs into his soft brown hair and the other into his shoulder at the feeling of his slow sensual thrusts.

“please what princess?” his voice sounds so out of breathe.

“faster please. fuck.” his length hits you in spots you didn’t know were possible. you can barely contain your moans and pablo simply hopes you get louder.

then you hear it the sound of the elevator doors opening for the end of the long hallway. you think you’re imagining it at first since pablo doesn’t notice it kissing you as he fucks you dumb. then you hear the loud footsteps and you panic they’re heading right towards the two of you.

“pablo. there’s someone here.” he can barely comprehend a word you’re saying as he watches how you take him so well. almost like your pussy was made just for him.

“pablo stop.” then he listens scared he crossed some boundaries and hurt you. he immediately steps away from you the two of you groaning at the loss of contact.

“fuck sorry. are you okay? did i-”

“no, you didn’t do anything wrong it’s okay. there’s someone here though. get dressed.” you say as you fix your hair and skirt.

meanwhile pablo isn’t so lucky and he can hardly button his pants when franco himself shows up. the argentine tries hardest to stop himself from laughing at his teammate but he barely can as he looks at pablo’s disheveled hair. although, you look perfectly fine so he tries to figure out why pablo looks so messy.

“bro you look like you got dressed in the dark what happened?” franco stifles a laugh.

“caught him getting frisky with one of the librarians.” you blurt out wanting to tease him.

“no way? but they’re all over thirty- oh don’t tell me you’re into milfs. kinky shit bro.” franco somehow believes your lie.

“fuck you.” gavi directs at you before being invaded by his teammate with more questions.

the next couple of minutes gavi tries his best to get his teammate to shut up and convince him that you were lying. that he simply had fallen asleep during class because he’d already studied the topic at home which was quite believable. the three of you chatted before gavi had to make his way towards the field to make up for missing practice earlier. although he spends all five miles grinning like a little shit because he’d be willing to run them all over again as long as it meant getting franco the furthest away from you. he was hoping you’d only have time for one academically gifted athlete.

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loveshotzz · 1 year

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I have a pretty good one awhile ago but I don't ever see myself writing it.

Reader and Eddie are good friends, Argyle drops by his trailer to buy, and he ends up flirting with the reader. Later reader and Eddie go to a party, Argyle is there, and in sure you know where it goes from there

Argyle x fem!reader

You can call me names if you call me up

Warnings:18+ Weed dealing, weed smoking, mentions of drinking, slight mentions of hellcheer? (eddie has a crush and we make fun of him for it) kissing, semi public fingering (f! receiving)

Word count: 5.8k

beta’d by @superblysubpar

Authors note: This is my first ever Argyle fic! Thank you @sleepy-princ3ss for letting me write this! I had a lot of fun this one but it’s scary to write a new character so let me know what you think! I also had a good time writing Eddie as our best friend who doesn’t want to fuck us. Wild right? Still, there’s lots of Eddie in here too 💕

The summer heat always feels extra sticky inside Eddie’s trailer this time of year, the stale breeze that floats through his cracked window does nothing to cool you down. Thumbing through the worn covers of the records Eddie keeps in his room you hum along to the last few chords of Ride The Lightning. When the covers of Back In Black and Blizzard of Oz stick together, you grimace as you pull them apart. A crumpled cut of a babe from a Heavy Metal Magazine is the ‘glue’ that was holding them together.

“Eww Eddie! What the fuck?” god, your best friend was gross.

Clumsy loud footsteps bring him to the entrance of his room, bangs sticking to his forehead from sweat, his face flushes an even deeper shade of red when his eyes zero in on what you’re glaring at.

“I - uh,” coughing nervously, he scratches the back of his neck, the chain wrapped around his wrist sliding down his arm, “I don’t - I don’t know how that got there.”

Scoffing with a roll of your eyes you examine it a little more closely, careful not to touch it. The blond hair and the big blue eyes were a dead give away why this had to have been his favorite.

“She kinda looks like Chrissy don’t you think? Like if she got a metal makeover or whatever you’d call this,” snorting when his face turns into a tomato, his own glare takes over his features when he narrows his eyes at you.

“Why are you even snooping through my records, this one just started?” blinking quickly with embarrassment he looks like he’s ready to explode and you’ve never been more pleased with yourself.

Opening your mouth ready to bite back with something that you were sure was going to send him over the edge, the sound of three quick knocks followed by a single fourth one cuts you off before you can even start.

“Who’s that?” confused at his lack of communication with anyone crashing your hang out, he snaps - gesturing for you to step away from his records before he answers you.

He’s halfway out his bedroom door with you quick on his heels when he finally does.

“Jonathan and his friend from Cali are here to pick up real quick,” groaning at the sound of Jonathan’s name, Eddie laughs loudly before signaling for you to shut up with a finger to his lips.

It wasn’t that you hated Jonathan, he was just always such a downer when he’d join in on your smoke sessions.

Opening the door when you cross your arms with a nod signaling you’ll behave, he turns his charismatic Munson charm up to a ten with a wide grin.

“Byers,” giving him a slight bow, he extends his tattooed arm wide inviting them in, “Byer’s friend.”

You see Jonathan first, who gives you an awkward small wave and a tight lipped grin, lifting three fingers you give him the same energy.

“Oh hey man, the name’s Argyle excited to see what kinda weed you got out here,” Jonathan’s cute friend that follows him in was not what you expected as he clasps his hands together rubbing his palms excitedly stepping through the threshold.

Chestnut hair longer than Eddie’s sways as he walks in, the top of it hidden by a flipped bill green cap. Its smooth texture makes your hand twitch, you’re almost positive it’d feel like silk against your fingertips. A big dopey smile graces his full pink tinged lips as his already bloodshot brown eyes meet yours when he finally turns to see you in the hallway.

All the loud colors and clashing designs on his clothes makes the corners of your mouth tug up. Curiosity piqued, you throw him a more flirtatious wave, fluttering your lashes for good measure.

Eddie rolls his eyes from behind him catching onto your antics, but Argyle looks like he’s been turned to stone, frozen in place as he takes in your barely covered frame. Leaning a shoulder against the wall you watch his eyes trail up the uncovered expanse of your legs till he hits the frayed ends of your jean shorts, your spaghetti strap tank top gives him the perfect view of the curve of your breasts barely hidden beneath the thin fabric. Sweat beading off your heat kissed skin.

Clearing his throat he shakes his head when he feels his jaw go slack, glancing worriedly at Eddie who’s already too busy rummaging around the living room looking for his trusty metal lunch box.

“Don’t mind her, she’s just my partner in crime,” waving a dismissive ringed hand in your direction as he digs behind the couch Jonathan just got settled on, Argyle’s face falls slightly at the nickname.

That still didn’t stop him from watching you push yourself off the wall and walk to the kitchen island, sitting yourself on the cleared spot on top. Legs moving to the beat of the music still bleeding out from the speakers in Eddie’s room, you knew he was completely transfixed on you as he rocked back on his heels.

“Got it boys!” cheering himself on loudly, it’s your turn to roll your eyes.

“Only you would lose your lunch box full of drugs Munson,” winking at Argyle after you roast your best friend, his smile turns shy when he looks away.

“Bold of you to insult me when you smoke for free,” squinting with threatening eyes, he flips the lid open, the metal connecting with the wood of the coffee table in a loud clunk.

Sticking your tongue out at him he scoffs before turning his attention towards Jonathan pulling out two different bags of the new strains Rick had just supplied him with.

Argyle watches you both with confused eyes, unsure what to think of your banter as he feels the shift in your stare. The heat of it makes all the blood rush to his cheeks when he dares to meet it. Waving him over, you remind him to actually finish walking in. Eyes going wide at the realization, he looks down as he walks over to stand in the space right next to you.

Leaning his back against the formica countertop, your knee brushes the side of his arm with every small kick of your dancing feet. He smells like the kind of weed that makes you feel bad for whatever Eddie’s about to sell them and a hint of an earthy toned cologne. Dark eyes lifting up to yours, his breath catches in his throat when you meet his gaze instantly.

“Sooo, how’s it going?” purposely nudging him this time, you get a smile to finally break across his nervous face.

“It’s uhh- it’s good, Jonathan’s mom is super nice. Her cooking is shmackin,” giggling a little, he told himself it was because of the lingering effects of the weed they smoked on the way here, not because of the way you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you listened.

“Oh yeah, dinner at Joyce’s is always a hit. She really is the sweetest,” eyes crinkling in the corners when you grin at him, he was even cuter this close.

“How long are you visiting?” resting your chin on your shoulder when you look up at him, the height difference is still noticeable despite your advantage. His cheeks turn bubble gum pink at your flirty questioning.

“Just for a few weeks, I don’t want to put them out too much you know? She’s got a full house over there with everyone back,” you catch a hint of sadness in his mellow voice. He missed his best friend, that was more than evident. The thought of only seeing Eddie a few weeks out of the year sounded miserable.

“So you and Jonathan huh? How’d that even happen?” The difference in their personalities was astounding, but even you had to admit that Byers came back from California a little more relaxed. Meeting Argyle you’re starting to figure out why.

“Ahh yeah, dudes was like having a total meltdown at school one day about some stuff with Nancy, I felt bad you know, he looked like someone kicked his dog.” Glancing over at his friend he laughs at the memory.

“So I just showed him the ways of Purple Palm Tree delight and the rest was history.” Smirking proudly when he looks at you, his eyes briefly drift towards your lips curled up into their own grin.

“Finally! Someone got Byers to chill out!” Your praise is loud enough to get a side eye from Jonathan and a laugh from his cute friend.

“It’s super nice of you to come all this way to visit Argyle, I hope you make the most of your time here,” sweetness drips from your words making his eyes grow as big as saucers when he catches the slight invitation hidden inside them.

Jonathan finally speaks loud enough for the whole room to hear, snapping your attention away from the pretty stoner boy.

“Are you guys going to the party at Rick’s tonight?” shoving the bag of weed he just bought in his back pocket, his beady eyes dart between you and Eddie.

Argyle’s still in his own world and Eddie’s got a front row seat to his completely smitten gaze dead set on your face. Despite being annoyed with you all afternoon, you’d always been a good wingman when he needed it. Lips pulling up in a mischievous smirk he wiggles his eyebrows at you before answering.

“We are!”flipping the lid to his lunch box shut with obnoxious force, you’re truly shocked he hasn’t broken it yet with his need for dramatic flair.

The sound of metal clanking loudly snaps Argyle out of whatever lovesick daze you already had him in from just from batting your lashes and showing a little interest. His eyes connect with Eddie's, a sheepish look taking over his face from being caught openly gawking.

“We are? what part-“ Eddie glares at you before cutting you off.

“The party I was literally just telling you about before they got here,” he looks pointedly at the boy shuffling his feet next to you.

Argyle’s eyes stay fixated on the dirty carpeted floor doing his best not to stare, completely oblivious to the way Eddie was trying to help him out, not scold him.

Glancing over at the cowering boy, it’s like a light bulb flashes on top of your head when you realize Eddie was trying to help you get laid.

“Ohhh that party! Sorry, stoner memory you know?” bumping your shoulder with his, your lips twist up in a grin when the chocolate of his eyes meet yours, “Totally going”

The look on Argyle’s face is hard to read as a mixture of excitement and fear cross over his features at the same time. Shifting uneasily, he keeps looking at Eddie from the corner of his eye but he can’t stop the smile that slowly spreads across his soft lips, big pearly whites flashing at you.

“C-cool, I’ll totally see you there,” coughing as he scratches the back of his neck before quickly turning his attention to Eddie, “And uhh- you too man, I’ll uh see you there too!” the last part comes out loud enough to be a yell, his nerves making his voice shake.

“Uhhh, yeah man. For sure,” Eddie’s tone is laced with confusion, eyebrows raised in question as he looks at Argyle like he’s growing a second head.

Jonathan looks at his friend with wide eyes, his cheeks turning rosy from embarrassment from his outburst. Shaking his head, he stands up with a pat on his thighs - giving the universal gesture for ‘it’s time to go’

“Alright, well this got awkward. I think we’re gonna head out, we’ll see you guys tonight,” beckoning his friend to follow him towards the front door, he steals one last look at you before almost tripping over his own feet following Jonathan, flashing you a lopsided grin.

Shutting the door behind them Eddie turns to you with a smirk that you want to smack off his face.

“Look if that’s what you’re into -“ you throw a stray Readers Digest at Eddie before he has a chance to finish teasing you.

“Oh? Would you like him more in a pleated skirt waving some Pom Pom’s for Jason and his goons?” jumping off the counter you go for the jugular, your smirk growing when you get the same hard glare from earlier in his room.

“Listen, Caspian likes who he likes. I’m just the guy behind the wheel,” hands raised in mock defense, you snort rolling your eyes walking away with crossed arms.

“Eddie, your dick isn’t the Prince of fucking Narnia,” his boisterous laugh booms over the music and your glad he can’t see the way your lips twitch up at his antics, butterflies making their way inside your stomach at the thought of seeing Argyle’s goofy smile again again.

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You’ve always hated parties, especially Reefer Rick parties. Messy and way too loud, it wasn’t just the usual crowd at Harrington's, dodging leering stares around every corner, you cling to Eddie’s arm as a deterrent.

“I don’t know what you were thinking wearing that skirt to Rick’s,” laughing at the permanent look of disgust that was stuck on your face as the two of you weave through the crowd, you turn your head up to stick your tongue out.

“You’re gonna give that poor kid a heart attack,” Eddie shakes his head when he sees the Cheshire smile that takes over your face as you approach the makeshift drink station, “Death by bone - Byers!”

Eddie’s outburst makes you jump when your eyes meet Argyle’s from over the keg on the dining room table, the stoned grin on his face faltering when he sees your arm wrapped tightly around Eddie’s. Big brown eyes only grow bigger when he gets a glimpse of the expanse of your legs and another thin tank top covering your chest like earlier, leaving little for his imagination.

The rosy color comes back to his cheeks when you let go of Eddie as you approach with a smile that seemed to be reserved just for him pretty on your glossed lips.

“Hey Argyle,” breathy and smitten, your own cheeks heat up when the corner of his mouth turns up, lopsided just how you like.

“Hey - wow, you look - wow - yeah you look gorgeful,” stumbling over his words, Jonathan looks exasperated with his best friend already, “I mean gorgeous, err — um beautiful.”

Jonathan raises his eyebrows in a greeting at you before taking a sip from his red solo cup, doing his best to ignore the stuttering mess next to him as he greets Eddie with their dude shake.

Argyle catches Eddie’s passive stare and it only seems to make him more nervous.

“Hey man, you look, you look uhh great too!” stammering a little less, his voice raises a few octaves borderline yelling just like in the living room earlier.

“Careful Argyle, keep smooth talking me like this and I’m gonna think you want me and not my friend here,” Eddie winks with a dimpled grin spread wide across his face before he scopes out the scene of the party. Zeroing in on a home base on the couch in the living room that sat miraculously unoccupied.

“Think I’m gonna post up, you know what they say ‘When in Rome’,” he gestures with his head to the spot to Jonathan, “Wanna join? I got a joint with our name on it.”

“Isn’t Rick gonna get pissed at you for selling at his house?” finally tearing your eyes away from Argyle who’s openly gaping at Eddie, you look up at your best friend.

“Pffft, please. It’s not like he’s not going to see the fruits of my labor, it’s fine, trust me. He’s probably already plastered and passed out on his waterbed anyway,” shrugging off your concern he looks at Jonathan expectantly.

“You good with that buddy?” clapping a hand on his friend's back, Argyle’s brown eyes dart back and forth between you and Eddie, repeating the words “my friend” like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

“Yeah, he’ll protect me from all the creeps won’t you,” grabbing his hand, the heat of his palm is an instant comfort against yours. Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth you look up at him from under your lashes. His cheeks turn the color of cherry blossoms when he finally meets your stare, squeezing your hand gently, he looks back at the two boys finding his nerve.

“Yeah I’ll protect this pretty little princess with my life man,” saluting your best friend, Eddie raises his eyebrows seemingly unimpressed before turning back to Jonathan.

“Ready?” ignoring Argyle’s pledge you snort at Eddie’s casual bitchiness.

“Yeah, let's go. Look, be cool man, don’t take anything anyone here offers you, got it? I’m not taking care of you again like that time you ate the mushrooms you found in the woods,” Jonathan looks a lot like the guy you’d always known talking to his friend like he would his little brother with a finger pointed in Argyle’s face.

“There'll be no mushroom consumption on my watch, Byers,” mocking Argyle’s salute, your antics earn an eye roll from Eddie knowing damn well if the offer was given to both of you, you’d fold.

“Alright! You kiddos, have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Eddie grabs Jonathan by the shoulders aggressive enough to have his beer slosh over the lid and you were almost positive that annoyed scowl would be stuck on his face all night.

Watching them till they both got lost in the crowd of bodies, you and Argyle finally dare to face each other. The air between you thickening now that you were alone, and he was still very much holding your hand.

“Do-“

“How-“

It was like a cheap rom com the way you both went to talk at the same time, cheeks heating up as you both look at the ground, a new shyness taking over. Squeezing his hand you encourage him.

“You first,” soft and sweet, you swear you his pupils dilate from the way you look at him.

Argyle gets the same expression on his face Eddie does when he’s forced to talk to Chrissy when she comes to buy weed for her friends. He was silently hyping himself up. Straightening his shoulders he clears his throat before the smile that made your stomach do flips graces his kissable lips.

“Can I get the pretty lady a beveregino?”

A stumbling drunk someone knocks into you before you have a chance to give an answer. Flying into his chest he lets go of your hand to grab at your hips, helping you regain your balance. The slurred apology falls on deaf ears when you and Argyle lock eyes from this close, chest to chest his fingers dig into you just enough to notice.

“I’m not much of a drinker, more of a stoner. Wanna go by the lake? I stole a joint from Eddie before we left,” grinning with pride at your sticky fingers, his lips twitch up, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Woman after my own heart, hell yeah! Let's blow this popsicle stand,” turning you around he keeps his hands on your hips, lips coming close to your ear from behind, “Lead the way my weed smoking goddess”

Goosebumps rise, dancing across your skin at the feeling of his warm breath fanning down your neck as you lead him through the crowd. His hands never leave their spot from your hips, their grip tightening as you get closer to the sliding glass door that takes you out to Rick’s backyard.

Stepping onto the wooden deck he finally lets you go, there’s just a few stragglers outside smoking cigarettes too lost in their own conversation to notice the two of you. The air has lost most of its humidity, leaving the night in a post heatwave glow. The stars gleam bright next to the moon in the clear night sky, reflecting off the water it lights your way as you walk hand in hand down to the lake. Stealing glances at him from the corner of your eye the whole way down, you catch him doing the same thing, both of you giggling every time your eyes meet.

Finding a place nestled next to Rick’s boat house, you were far enough from the party for the loud music and constant chattering to seem like a faint noise in the background. The laps of the water hitting the shore take center stage as you curl your legs under your thighs when you sit like the princess he claimed you to be on the plush grass.

His knee brushes yours when he plops down Indian style next to you, his curious eyes follow yours as you look down at your exposed cleavage. Digging into your bra you pull a perfectly rolled joint with a smug smirk on your face, twirling it around in your dainty fingers he can’t help but throw his head back and laugh.

“I thought chicks only did that in movies, that’s some secret spy shit,.” the smile he gives you makes you want to squirm, “Crafty and beautiful.”

Not used to the kind of confidence he was giving you alone like this, you bite your lip to try and hide your smile as you tuck your hair behind your ears.

“Please, Eddie’s just oblivious,” scoffing, your face feels like the hottest part of the day from words that were sweeter than the ice cream cone you had earlier at Benny’s.

“I think it’s a little bit of both,” winking as he leans back, eyes watching you the way every woman dreams of as you search for a lighter.

“I think Eddie still has the lighter,” the cute pout that pulls at your bottom lip has his fingers twitching.

Holding up his index finger he starts digging through his multicolored jogger pockets.

“No need to worry, I’ve got us covered beautiful,” pulling out a bright yellow Surfer Boy Pizza one, he hands it to you with a lazy lopsided grin.

“My hero,” leaning forward as you snatch it, you dare to press a chaste kiss on his cheek as a token of your gratitude.

His eyes go wide enough to see the whites behind them and that perfect kind of smile that pushes against his cheeks is almost brighter than the moon hanging in the sky.

Scooting closer when you flick the lighter, the breeze that washes over the lake has other plans when it keeps snuffing the flame out. After the third failed attempt Argyle scoots closer, shoulders and thighs touching his big hands cover yours as a shield.

“Thank you,” daring to look at him from this close, his eyes meet yours almost instantly, catching the way they flutter down to your lips and how he has to wet his own after.

Tearing your gaze away, you focus on lighting the joint, the flame catching almost instantly with his help. Twirling it around so it burns even, he lets his hands fall at the same time as you. The palm of yours landing on the top of his, your eyes meeting again as you hollow out your cheeks taking the first hit. He just smirks, not moving an inch, the heat of his body is warm against your skin from this close.

The silence is comfortable as the two of you pass the joint back and forth for a while, fingers brushing purposefully with every hand off. Leaning completely against each other with pinkies hooked between you, he’s the one that breaks the silence when you hit the middle of the joint.

“So have you lived here your whole life?” plucking at the grass next to him he looks up at you with soft eyes as you finish filling your lungs.

“Yep, pretty much. My parents lived in Indianapolis till I was three then moved here for a quieter life,” snorting at the cliche of it, you pass him the joint, “What about you? Always been in California?”

“Yeah, it’s just me and my mom. She’s like the best ever though, so, you know I don’t really need anyone else but her,” taking a big hit of the joint so he didn’t have to elaborate further, you changed the subject.

“Would you ever leave? Like, move somewhere else?” it’s your turn to pick at the grass, the nerves of getting to know a boy getting the best of you.

“What? Like here?” smirking at you when he hands you the joint, your cheeks heat up at what he’s implying.

“No! Don’t move to Hawkins, there’s nothing here,” smiling around the end of the joint you take a hit to distract yourself from his playful stare.

“I don’t know, it seems pretty cool to me so far,” you don’t miss the way his pinky squeezes yours after the sentence leaves his mouth, eyes looking at you pointedly daring you to catch on.

“You wouldn’t survive the winters, I’m sure of it,” looking at him from under the hood of your lashes, your teeth tug at your bottom lip barely hiding your smile when you hand him back the joint.

“What about you? Do you wanna move?” his eyes glaze over when he takes his hit starting to reach the end of it, your bodies buzzing with the high and the excitement of a new crush.

“More than anything, Community College is just really cheap out here and I don’t know what I want to do yet, so the plan is to move anywhere that's not here after I figure that out,” sighing at the thought of finally leaving Hawkins you meet his gaze when you feel the chocolate of his eyes on you.

“I’m going to Community College too! And I also don’t know what I’m doing! Look at us two peas in a pod man,” he’s loud with excitement sending you into a fit of giggles and you lean even deeper into his side as he hands you the joint.

“Just need Eddie hurry it up, he finally graduated but he still has to take two summer school classes. We’re supposed to do this college thing together,” he catches the small frustrated pout you try to hide.

It’s quiet for a minute, the elephant in the room coming back as the sound of the water and crickets fill your ears.

“So you and Eddie like never..?” not bold enough to meet your side eye after the question leaves his mouth, you smirk as you take another rip. Exhaling slowly before handing it back to him.

“We’ve known each other since we were kids so naturally, we tried kissing once. It happened the summer before Junior year,” sticking your tongue out like there was a bad taste in your mouth, the memory makes you shudder, “Too weird, we’re too close.”

Argyle just nods trying to keep his poker face as he takes a hit when he hears that Eddie has actually kissed you before, but you catch on quick.

“Besides, despite the metal appearance,” leaning closer like you were about to indulge in a secret you whisper, “He likes cheerleaders.”

Earning a snort from him the smoke of his inhale flows freely out his nose and mouth as he chuckles at your antics.

“And I like pizza delivery boys, especially cute ones from California,” the weed settles enough to make you feel bold and you watch him freeze at your flirty words.

He slowly meets your gaze, bloodshot eyes scanning your face for any trace of humor but he’s only met with the hungry look in yours staring at his lips, and he swears your brows furrow with want when your tongue glides across wetting your bottom lip.

“Yeah?” his voice cracks when he puts out the remainder of the joint into the ground, angling his body more towards yours.

Nodding, you squeeze your hooked pinky with his silently begging him to give you what you want.

Taking your cue, he leans forward close enough for your noses to touch, the hesitation to fully commit has your lips brushing feather light against his. You can taste the last of the joint as you breath each other in, grabbing a fist full of his shirt when you’ve finally had enough, you close the gap with a satisfied hum when they mold instantly with yours.

It feels like the Fourth of July behind your closed lids, still a month away but the fireworks you swear you feel blur your vision when you lose yourself in him. Begging for more when your tongue swipes across his bottom lip, he groans low when he gives you everything you want. Tongues and teeth clash together desperate like years of pining finally come to an end despite it being less than a day, maybe it was the weed or maybe it was him, but it feels like it’s everything you want and more.

The initial intensity dwindles as you start to move lazy and slow against each other. Taking his time, he savors every giggle and gasp he pulls from you. Your hands find their way into his long hair, it’s even softer than you imagined when your fingers run through it. His hat falls off when you give it a gentle tug at the base of his neck.

Working up enough courage to pull you on his lap, he swallows your moan when you feel the bulge in his pants. The lace panties you wore just for him and the thin material of his joggers is the only thing between you and what’s underneath. Your skirt sits bunched up at your hips with his hands and you can’t help it when you rock against him, feeling every inch of him against your clit.

Pulling you down closer, his lips take a break from yours to make their way over your jaw and down the curve of your neck. Nipping and sucking against all the sweet spots that sit nestled just behind your ear. A high pitched whine escapes you when he applies just the right amount of pressure with his teeth, smiling against your skin, his nose nudges against your earlobe, a soft “Yeah?” sending your nerves down your spine.

His hands make their way to your thighs squeezing at the soft fat before his fingertips drag their way across the expanse of them finding their new home at the curve of your ass. Toying with the sides of your underwear you collect his lips again with your fingers holding onto his chin.

Rocking with a little more force when your tongues meet again, his hands grip you harder making you bite his lip in response.

“You- you can touch me,” your voice is quiet when you dare to say the words out loud, his lips stopping abruptly against yours.

“A-are you sure?” his eyes look black even in the moonlight when they meet yours from over the bridge of your nose.

Nodding against him, you encourage his hand as your lips meet his again, pulling your panties to the side he groans loud into your mouth when he’s met with your slick folds coating his fingertips.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe you’re real,” staring up at you, he’s mesmerized at the way you shudder when the pads of his long fingers rub circles on your clit.

Mewling when he lets the tip of his middle finger poke at your entrance, you dig your nails into his broad shoulders when he finally pushes one in, your velvet walls gripping him hard, pulling him deeper. His hips jut up at the sensation only adding to how good it all feels.

“G- god Argyle don’t - don’t stop please,” your demand comes out as a whine when he adds a second finger, curving them slightly brushing that spongy spot inside of you.

“I like that, I like when you say my name like that,” the pad of his thumb meets your bundle of nerves as you start to shamelessly ride his hand, the need to cum taking over all the bashfulness from before.

“Yeah?”

Nodding against the side of your face he nips at your jaw before taking your lips, the strokes of his fingers becoming more deliberate.

He manages to say, “Do it again” between kisses as he curves his fingers once more, getting him exactly what he asked for.

Kisses turn sloppy as you get closer to your release, your hands leave their place on his shoulders to dig at the roots at the nape of his neck, tugging the way that earned you a moan the last time.

He increases the speed of his fingers, the sound of how wet you are is loud enough to be embarrassing but it only makes him twitch inside his pants as he thrusts up, your mouth falling open against his.

“I’m gonna - god - I’m gonna cum,” pulling his hair hard enough it should hurt, he only pushes himself deeper in response, the new intensity sending you over the edge.

“Yeah? Good, come on let me feel it,” his voice is hardly recognizable the moment those words come out of your mouth. Deep and thick with want, it has your thighs shaking as you drench his fingers, face buried in the crook of his neck you let your orgasm wash over you like a storm.

“Jesus, you look like an angel right now,” his voice comes out like a whisper, almost like he’s saying it to himself.

His hips stop their movements as his fingers slow their pace when he feels your body start to calm down, pulling them out despite the fight of your walls they keep fluttering around nothing from the aftershock.

Your gasp is quiet against his skin when you don’t feel so full anymore. You’re too stoned and too tired to open your eyes when you hear the sound of him sucking his fingers clean.

“You’re sweeter than fucking pineapple, I swear,” chuckling at his own revelation your lips tug up into a smirk finally having the strength to meet his gaze.

“You like pineapple?” you had no idea the question would elicit such a strong response until his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Do I like pineapple? Do I like -“ Jonathan’s panicked voice rings out over the lake interrupting the out of body experience Argyle was about to have about fruit.

“Come on guys, Rick kicked Eddie out for selling at his party!”

#argyle #argyle stranger things #argyle smut #argyle x reader #argyle x you #argyle x y/n #argyle imagine #stranger things argyle #argyle x fem!reader #eddie munson #jonathan byers #eduardo franco #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic

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vampgal202 · 8 months

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Lights, Camera, Action (James Franco x Female reader)

summary: James Franco and Y/n always hated each other on set. But everyone could feel the undeniable tension between the two. One day when the pair have to film a sex scene for their new movie, the scene becomes a little too real.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, public sex, lap grinding, degrading kink, slapping.

"No please I'm fine!" I say to my manager, bickering at me through the phone. "Today you are shooting a few small scenes and the sex scene, honestly Y/n if you're not comfortable-" My manager responds back to me breathlessly. "I'm fine! I got to go, I have to get to the hair and makeup trailer, I'll meet you on set." I say, hanging up the phone, annoyance laced in my voice.

I was definitely not enthralled by the fact I had to shoot a very nude, intimate scene with James, but that's what actors do! James and I never got along, but we have been in more movies together than I could count. Our on-screen chemistry seems to be the main thing that keeps the money flowing in our pockets. I hate James, and since we have spent so much time with each other working on projects, he knows exactly what to say to push my buttons.

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"It looks amazing, thank you..." I say under my breath to the hairdresser doing my hair. She smiles at me and exits my trailer. My hair was let down, flowing down the back of my robe. As my hairdresser exited, James entered. I turn in my chair to face him, giving him a bored expression. He was wearing the same white robe as me, and his hair was all-natural, revealing the small curls in his hair.

"What?" I say to him, standing up to grab a cigarette out of my purse. "why are you always such a moody bitch?" He says to me scrunching up his eyebrows, a look of confusion and disgust all over his face. I pause my movement, pulling the now-lit cigarette away from between my teeth. "What the fuck is your problem, I'm sorry that I'm not crawling up your ass every second like everyone else on set," I say to him, walking closer to him. He laughs, looking down at me like I'm some idiot.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He says to me, only a couple inches away from my body, looking down at me with so much hatred. I look at him for a second, scanning his face. "This is my trailer, you brought your sorry ass here to come to bug me because clearly, you got nothing better to do," I say to him, finding myself raising my voice. "My sorry ass? Good luck making your way around Hollywood without me, you self-righteous cunt." He spits back at me, now only an inch away from my face.

I slap him across the face making his head turn. He looks back at me, grabbing my jaw hard with his hand and slamming my back against the wall behind me. Before I know it his lips are on mine, forcefully kissing me, still tightly holding my jaw. My hand grabs the back of his hair pulling and tugging as he hungrily kisses me.

His tongue aggressively moves around my mouth, his body now fully pressed against mine. I can already feel the pool between my legs. Until he pulled off of me, letting go of my jaw and stepping back, looking at my body flush against the wall. He brings his fingers up to his now red, swollen lips, and drags his fingers against them, smiling, and walking out of my trailer.

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"AND, ACTION." The director yells, and the camera starts rolling. I look into James's eyes as he's on top of me. I could feel his genital guard digging into mine, protecting us from actually having sex. I watched as he flicked his eyes down to stare at my unclothed tits. His large hands rubbed up the side of my body, grazing his thumb over my nipple. Although this is a scene, I can't help but feel aroused and I don't know why.

A sheet covers both of our lower halves, only exposing our naked torsos. James pushes his hand under the sheet, touching my genital guard. My eyes flick up at him, knowing that's not a part of the script, but I play into it. He removes my genital guard, looking up at me. My cheeks got hot at the thought of the whole cast watching, thinking this is just us 'acting.'

He removed his and looked at me, I nodded my head. I could see some confused stares from the people on set, knowing my head nod of approval was not in the script. I look away, trying to remember my line but hesitating as he slides himself inside of me. I say my line, trying to keep the sheet from slipping off of us. I tried to keep my moans minimal as to the script, but I couldn't help it.

His cock is thick and big, fucking me so good. I didn't care anymore, I pulled him down kissing his lips, completely moving off the script. The directors didn't stop us, because the acting looked too real to intervene. He swirled his tongue around my mouth, fucking me harder. I could feel the feeling building up in my stomach indicating I was gonna finish soon.

My moans become louder and the scene becomes more heated as I grab onto him, ready to finish, right here. "AND CUT." The director yells and James pulls out of me, putting his genital guard back on, leaving me under the sheets. "This is not done." He whispers in my ear as he gets up. "That was the most amazing sex scene of my life, I could've sworn you guys were really making love under there!" The director says to me and James making us both awkwardly laugh.

Getting up quickly, I walk past the amazed looks from my 'performance' and walk back to my trailer. What the fuck did I just do. I can feel my cheeks get flushed at the embarrassed thoughts. In one swift motion, my hand gets pulled from behind me, spinning me around and making my back slam flat onto the side of James's trailer. He stands in front of me, his eyes dark, filled with desire.

I grab his face and pull him down towards me inclosing his lips within mine. He pulls away, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into his trailer, closing the door behind him. His hands are quickly on my body, pulling off my robe and genital guard, cupping my tits. He discards his robe and genital guard, pulling me against him, and walking backward until the backs of his legs hit the couch, sitting down. Placing me right on his cock, I straddle his lap, kissing up his neck and jaw making him let out low moans of satisfaction.

I start grinding against the base of his dick, spreading my juices up his cock. "Yeah, you wanna ride it?" He says to me, licking his lips and smirking. I nod my head, giving him a devilish smile. His hands caressed my thighs and hips, guiding me as I grinded on his hard cock. He grabbed his cock, dragging it through my slit and rubbing circles on my clit with his tip, making me throw my head back in pleasure. "Fuck me." I let out breathlessly.

He brings his dick to my entrance and I slam my hips down making him let out a low groan. I start riding him fast and hard, my tits bouncing in his face. "yeah you fucking dirty whore, take it." He says to me between moans, digging his fingers into my hips, making me whimper. He grabs my jaw, turning my head. "Look at me. Look at me as you ride my fucking cock." He says to me, squeezing my jaw with his large hand. I lean in closer, smashing my lips against his.

He kisses me forcefully, biting my bottom lip as he pulls away from me. "Yes, James ah." I start moaning, loudly, wanting to close my eyes in pleasure but keeping eye contact. His eyes were half-lidded, his mouth releasing moans and cuss words. "Fuck I'm coming close," I say to him, becoming tired and sloppier as I ride him. He grabs my lower back and flips my back onto the couch. Now he's on top of me, fucking me with so much force.

I was practically screaming in pleasure. He leans in closer, making his body flush against mine and pulling my hair. I whimper loudly, cumming all over his cock at the time as he finishes inside of me. He quickly pulls out of me, grabbing the box of tissues and cleaning up. He looks me in my eyes for a second as he's cleaning me and see a moment of sincerity in there.

"Sorry for yelling at you," I say to him quietly."Which time?" He says to me, smiling. "Shut up" I smile back covering my hands with my face. "Sorry for calling you a cunt." He says in a serious tone. "You're just saying that because you were just inside of me." I start laughing to myself making him start laughing too. Maybe James isn't so bad after all?

#james franco #smut #james franco gif #james franco x reader #james franco imagine #ultraviolence #james franco icons

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httpiastri · 1 month

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im SO sure that paul has a big ass ego like he KNOWS he's hot and a good driver and that screenshot of him talking abt kimi just confirmed it even more😭

can u imagine him being with someone that puts him back in his place bc ok she thinks he's hot but what he has in ego she has in stubbornness???? and normally he would be offended by the things she says but he just doesn't mind bc she's the one saying it and he actually enjoys being annoying and getting that kind of reaction out of her

i just love this type of dynamic soooo much😭😭😭

!!!!!! 😭😩 you're SO right. i definitely see him as someone with a big ego lmaooo like his confidence is just like that. and it's fair tbh because yes he is a good driver and he is very very very hot... and omg with a girl who's stubborn like that? he would be so flustered to have someone talk back at him for once. like the first times it happens he's just staring at her with wide eyes, raised eyebrows and mouth slightly agape – and maybe a little flush on his cheeks. eventually he gets used to it, but he doesn't stop doing it, even just to get a rise out of her...

#im getting the vibes of hitechs radio messages to marcus in 2022 #“you keep complaining about rear locking but we can't control that. that's on you.”#“just get off the radio and get on with it. please.”#or mp to franco last weekend lol “mate if you're faster you pass”#i imagine yn being very “paul stop complaining? you're good obviously but just drive better and you'll get that win?”#and him just muttering something under his breath and acting like he's annoyed when he actually likes it lol #im extremely stubborn myself so this made me melt #paul cmere so i can tell you to stop harassing the child on your ig channel <3 #asks!#anon!#paul thoughts

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random-imagines-blog · 11 months

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Imagine James Franco letting you stay overnight.

You looked so peaceful, lying there in his bed. James had dreamed about seeing you there, like this, for months now, barely holding back the reins on his feelings. It was completely innocent, you were over with a couple of other people, you had some drinks, your ride home flaked on you so James said that you could stay over and you took his bed since it was more comfortable than the couch, which he took like a gentleman. You hadn’t even been drunk, just tipsy. He could have called you an Uber of course but - he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to have you here longer.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. You seemed to notice his presence somehow, sense it, because you started to stir, stretching your arms and your legs, smacking your lips and then finally opened your eyes to see him. Your head tilted with confusion as it took you a couple of seconds to remember where you were, and why you were there.

“Mornin,” You said with a smile that he felt right in his heart like a bullet. He could get used to your raspy voice saying that to him every morning.

“Morning,” He said in return, his mouth feeling a little dry. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine, fine,” You nodded, sitting up, and then stretched your arms again, out to the side. It was just so damn cute. “No hangover, thankfully I didn’t drink enough,” you laughed.

“Good, that’s good,” He nodded. “I was thinking we could head out for breakfast or something. I don’t have much-”

“In a minute,” You said, averting your eyes from him to look to the digital alarm clock next to his bed. Your nose wrinkled. “It’s Sunday, we are not waking up at nine o’clock on a fucking Sunday. Get in here.”

He couldn’t believe it. You. Were in. His bed. Beckoning him now. His feet moved as his brain caught up, and he jumped into his own bed beside you, bouncing on his back, making you laugh. He shuffled his way up to the pillow, resting his head on it. You, however, decided to forgo the pillow and rested your head upon his chest. He suddenly felt nervous about you hearing his heartbeat like that. It must be beating fast, while his brain was feeling like it was overheating, a mess on both sides.

“You’re cozy,” You mumbled into his tank top. “We should do this again. Night Jamesy.”

“Morning, y/n,” He chuckled, unable to close his eyes, just watching you tuck back in, and feeling like the luckiest guy in all of LA.

Requested by: Anonymous

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flyingcakeee · 3 months

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Sometimes I remember that Logan Sargeant, Robert Kubica, Nyck de Vries, and Fraco Colapinto all did the same 4 Hours of Red Bull Ring race in 2021 and all were in the same category. Plus all 4 were on a podium of somesort and it was Logan Sargeant's debut race where he got pole.

#i need to see a team of these guys back in either ELMS or even WEC #fuck it actually they do imsa #why are/were they all Williams drivers?#not to mention Logan Sargeant was doing 2 other championships with a 3rd added on later #and Robert Kubica did his last f1 race this year #Franco Colapinto was also doing like 10 different series as well #and Nyck de Vries was doing formula e and was Mercedes reserve #actually wild ngl #logan sargeant #nyck de vries #franco colapinto #robert kubica #imagine this team at the 24 hours of Daytona and then them at lemans and spa #they'd destroy the competition let's be honest #i'm delusional #oh well

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dimepdf · 2 years

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BASEMENT COUCH. + ARGYLE

m.list / nav. / kofi. summary. your boyfriend Ari being in love with your small boobs. author's note. its been two days people give me my stoner by fanfics i need it for a friend.

[ ❥ ] pairing. argyle x reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 1k

[ ❥ ] genre. mature

[ ❥ ] warnings. language, mature theme, reader with small boobs, Argyle being underrated, courruption kink?, hickeys, dry humping, sub Argyle, breast play, grinding, not proofreading it’s almost midnight i’m so sorry

Your soft, gentle moans echoed through the boy's basement, and your whimpering made Argyle almost drool as you two lay on the old, uncomfortable springs in the sofa that smelt kind of like corn chips and passed around goodwill donations.

You grew accustomed to the musk and even fell into arousal with Argyle's scent, borrowing most of his button shirts just to drown in it.

You and Argyle grew to love each other's flaws, as he was smitten with you the first day you introduced yourself to him at his job, being one of the new employees he was scheduled to train you and since you two were inspectable.

As you were one of his best friends besides Jonathan, you were also the first girl to openly show interest in him the moment you realize your romantic feelings for him.

You didn't hesitate to confess leading to your perfect relationship that was formed to this day. Ari considered himself even lucky to somehow get you to fall in love with him, still not fully believing you were actually attracted to him, you were just so perfect in his eyes.

You found his nervousness for you adorable and an extreme turn-on, even though he was still stumbling and stuttering his words as he spoke when it came to showing affection.

You jumped him because it would take a couple of months for the boy to be comfortable enough to do anything remotely close to sex with you.

Realizing that your sex drive was so much more driven than Ari’s it didn't help when the boy would and you were alone during a smoke sesh, once the weed took effect on you it was impossible to not latch your lips onto his soft brown skin.

Nibbling hickeys just along his collarbone as Ari would sit obediently under you holding your hips as you straddled his lap as most of your sexual interaction would start with you leading, Ari being a nervous guy in general which was why he was always stoned.

One thing that he knew he loved about you for sure was your breasts, he didn't understand how you could complain about them being “too small” when they fit just perfectly in his hands.

Finding comfort in needing and groping your chest every time you would slide your tongue in his mouth, almost like his hands were just made to hold tease them, or your chest was made to be held by him? Either way, he wasn't complaining as long as he got to suck on them still.

Your makeout sessions always started the same. Ari would get you high in his basement, coaxing you over to his house.

After your shift was over, he would drive you to his home, blaring music in his company van as you two would jam out all the way down the steps, and found yourselves getting high ranting and rambling about life and how your lives were going.

Then Ari’s favorite stage would happen: the progression of you sturdily flirting with him until your comments become just straight out lustful as he tries to contain his shyness at your lewd compliments directed at him.

Even if the routine had played out in your relationship almost a million times.

Ari still found you sitting on his lap, nerve-racking, the way you would grind against his hips. Making his hands tremble as you distracted yourself by sucking hickeys into his neck.

As you guided his hands to travel up your body and under your shirt, nibbling at his lips as you shed your shirt and removed your bra.

His greedy hands grabbed your small exposed boobs instantly, like they had belonged there, massaging the warm flesh with his rough hands.

You drew back, caressing the boy's face before kissing him passionately on the lips, his lashes fluttering as you did so. It was almost as if you kissed all of his words from his throat, your tongue stringing out all of his common sense as it invaded his mouth.

"You're looking stunning right now, Ari." The compliment made his mouth gaped, and you could almost hear the bolts in his brain clicking into action as he blinked, a shy chuckle escaping his throat.

"Oh–yeah, I—I mean, thanks, thank you. I think you're really pretty too, obviously because you're my girlfriend, but I'm not saying that just because you're my girlfriend, I think you're... perfect." You giggled as he stammered over his words.

You wrap your arms around his neck, watching the boy try to keep eye contact.

His gaze shifted to your eyes, then to your exposed breasts, which he was still fondling. He admitted several times how much he adored your boobs—how soft and squishy they were, how perfectly they cupped in his hands, and how hot it was to suck on them.

His tongue teased the bud as you ran your fingers through his long hair, kissing the top of his head as he moaned in contentment, feeling like he was in heaven as you massaged your fingers through his scalp.

"Not too hard, Ari," you grumbled as you felt his teeth tease your buds as he grinded his boner up against your thigh. His mind was too clouded by your tits in his face to speak an actual apology, so he hummed one.

"I'm so in love with you, dude," Ari moaned, his lips wet with spit, and a string followed from his lips when he pulled his mouth away. "Don’t call me dude when your dick is literally grinding against me right now." You chuckle, Ari exhaled as he muttered a soft "sorry."

Your head leaned back as his tongue latched back onto your perked nipple. "Jesus, you really know how to use your mouth."

Your fingers combed through the thick hair of his nap, pulling as he grunted, sucking your nipples harder as he coaxed a whimper from your lips.

Pulling away with a small pop, he wiped the spit from his mouth before muttering a more embarrassed apology,

"Um, I think I might have to stop for a bit." His words were slow as your eyes followed his directed glance, noticing the dark spot circled in the form of his jeans.

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cosmicblogs · 8 months

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I love making moots on here

#you netflix #joe goldberg fanfiction #joe goldberg x you #joe goldberg x reader #joe goldberg #joe goldberg smut #dave franco imagine #dave franco #simon riley x reader #miguel x you #now you see me #the sandman netflix #ludwig dieter #sebastian schlencht-wöhnert #army of thieves #girl interupted syndrome #hell is a teenage girl

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godblesslanarey · 2 months

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godblesslanarey masterlist

euphoria

- maddy perez

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- nate jacobs

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- lexi howard

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- cassie howard

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- samantha

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celebrities

- jacob elordi

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- alexa demie

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- sydney sweeney

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- james franco

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miscellaneous

- felix catton

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- franco!harry osborn

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- daniel desario

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lilibrownlabonita · 1 year

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Dark love-Franco x reader

Summary: The little story about you and Franco.

Warning: smut, murder, blood kink

Rating: +18

Work count: 2-3k

A/n: this was in my notepad for a long time, i decided to post it even though i don't have that many readers. Watch Dark forces. 💕

You were friends with Sonia Franco's sister and only a few years older than her, during your visits to her house you and Franco met. At first, he was distant, only saying "hi" when he looked at you.

Franco was away most of the time and when he was present he was quiet, observant and silent. Soon you found out from his sister the things he did to earn money, despite everything there was no judgment on your part, he did it because he wanted to give something good to his sister, no matter how dangerous his "work" was.

When Sonia disappeared Franco went after you trying to find answers, at your insistence you both went after your friend. At the creepy hotel you both shared the same room because it was safer, he insisted that you take the bed because deep down Franco is a gentleman.

As soon as the strange old man found Franco, things became strange beyond belief, he had nightmares almost every night and the screams from the other rooms scared you because they sounded like cries for help.

Despite everything, instead of worrying about himself he tried to comfort you by telling you not to be afraid because nothing would happen to him, the nightmares got worse every night and sometimes when he woke up he would act animalistic and try to hit whatever was around him, on one of those nights instead of waking him up you decided to lie on the couch until you felt his strong arms around you hugging your body and heard his whispers about the smell of your skin.

After the robbery the old stranger ordered Franco to do the two of you took the money and went to visit the white haired girl, although things didn't end well you had the name of a likely place your friend would be and for your safety he refused to take you along. Without a conquest and some injuries Franco returned to the hotel, you helped him with his injuries and he thanked you by pulling you into a deep and passionate kiss.

He was in love with you, lost his way, and even though he was contrary to about having a partner in crime the feelings were uncontrollable. When there was an opportunity to be close to you, to touch and feel you he seized the opportunity quickly. The kiss became hot and soon you were naked with you on Franco's lap riding his cock as fast as possible.

Keeping up his animal side he rubbed his blood all over you only to have you lick up every drop. With a good rest of a few hours and a shower you both set off again after his sister. This time luck was on your side, the psychic girl and Sonia were there, with them safe all that was left to do was to get out and get rid of all of this and go back to your normal life. That is until Franco is wounded, tears in your eyes and the fear of losing him make you act without thinking about the consequences, soon you realize that the handle of the knife that Franco gave you to protect yourself was in your hand and the sharp point was in the abdomen of the man who wounded your love.

Away from that mess the four of you ran away before the police arrived, somehow Franco survived and slowly healed, the girl returned to the lady who took care of her, and before saying goodbye she whispered to Franco that he was destined to love you. Your friend and now sister-in-law returned home safely, you promised that you would take care of her brother and love him as long as you were together.

The two of you left far away where you could not be found, but it was not easy, police were after you and in the process of escaping many of them were killed. One killed for the other, this was his way of saying "I love you", and not even for a second did Franco consider leaving you behind, he had long ago stopped believing in his beliefs about betrayal because now he knew what it felt like to be loved and to love back, the two of you would love each other to death and nothing could change this, it was your destiny.

#Franco x reader #tenoch huerta #tenoch #Dark forces #netflix dark forces #Fuego negro #franco imagine #namor

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angel-bi666 · 1 year

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Could you do a Dark forces Franco x reader, they check in literally seconds before he walks in and their eyes lock on to eachother as she moves passed him in a bright red dress and a red rose in her hair. A few nights later after a nightmare he hears a knock on the door. A basket is left with a bottle of vodka containing garlic, with a single rose with a note tied to it “this should help with the nightmares”. He asks about the woman in red to the hostess and finds her room left ajar. No one is there. The next night he sees her in more casual clothes smoking and goes outside. She offers him a cigarette kiss. “Someone like you should leave this hotel.” “I have my own business to attend to.” “I’ve heard you’ve been looking for a girl, she is lucky.” The nightmares tug and pull at him until he wakes up and sees her in his room. “You were shouting so I came to check.” Their relationship becomes even more heated. (If you want, idk how to end it)

Notes: English is not my 1st language so excuse any writting errors. Hope you enjoy this annon :)

Notes²: Chocking, Smoking, Sligh SMUT, Slight Blood Kink

×××××××××××× Franco × FEM!Reader ××××××××××××

The night was cold, no moviment on the streets. It looked like a ghost town, not even a soul dared do show up

The man in the black coat drove his bike, until finding a place of rest. The hotel was somehow simple and even a slittle sketchy but for Him it was the perfect place

Franco went to the reception, paying for his check in when a presence came into the reception. The first thing his eyes noticed was how the bright red dress hugged her frame. The delicated rose on her hair looked pretty much alive, unlive that hotel

She ordered a room, not even paying attention to the man but she certainly noticed him.

They got their keys and walked separeted paths but Franco stood in his place to watch the woman go by the night

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The days went by, Franco never catching the sigh of the 'Woman in Red'. The only thing plaguing his mind were his constant nightmares and like any other night, he woke up covered in sweat with his heart ecoing on his ears

Not even a second later, there was a knock on his door. The man, suspicious as ever took his slow time to open the door and not even surprised to find no one there but when he looked down he was indeed surprised for once

In his door rested a basket, he grab it to find on the inside a vodka bottle with a rose and a note. Franco went back to his room after closing and locking the door, picking up the note and opening the bottle

'It should help with the nightmares, please enjoy it'

There was nothing else on there, he took a sip from the bottle and resisting to make a face when he felt the garlic mixed on the alcohol. He drank half the bottle until falling back on the bed, the note still on his hand and the closed bottle on the other

When the morning came, he went looking for the woman in red and after buying informacion from the host he almost sprinted to her room. The anxiety of seeing her face again, drinking the vision of her in the red was almost driving him insane

He couldn't take it anymore, he was being reckless and unfocused. Two things that were unlike him

When he found her room, to his surprise, the door was opened and the room empty. The only thing that proved that someone was there, was the single red rose laying on the bed

The same rose from the basket on his room

He felt angry, his search being useless but either way he picked the rose. Sniffling for a moment, turning his back to the bedroom and going back to his solitude

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It was the middle of the night when Franco left the hotel to explore the streets, gathering any small intel he could that would led to his sister. That's when he found her again

She was on the emergency exit, by the stairs, smoking a cigarette with incredible calm and delicancy. This time she didn't wore the red dress but jeans and a long sleeve shirt, still looking as impressive as the first time he saw her

Franco didn't even realized he walked in her direction, it was an unthinked action like he was being pulled to her. A fly to the light

She noticed him, but this time she actually talked

Y/N: Someone like you should leave this hotel...

Her voice was smooth, almost hipnotic to Franco's ears

Franco: I have my own bussiness to attend to

He replied, in a serious voice but not being rude like he was to others

The woman had a small smirk on her face after the answer

Y/N: I've heard you've been looking for a girl, she is lucky...

She finally turns to look in his eyes, offering one of her cigs to him. In silence, he accepts it but before he can ask for a lighter, the woman goes on her toes and touches the unburned cig with her lit one

Franco looking deep in her eyes, his hands now gripping her skin enough to bruise but she doesn't back off. The cig is lit but it's burning and going up, they need to back off but they don't do it

Franco's cig is half burned, he can smell and feel the smoke on his lungs and the woman only smiled devilish seeinh the man in pain and struggle. The man blinked and raised on his bed, surprising himself to see the same woman on his bedroom door only in pajamas

Y/N: You were shouting so I came to check...

The man didn't said anything, only breath heavily while watching her every move. She got into the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind her

She walked in an almost floaty way with such carefull steps, like walking in the direction of an wounded animal. Franco didn't moved or backed off when she sat near him

His eyes roamed her body, she wore red today. The pajamas very silk and exposed a little bit of the colarbone

Y/N: Did the drink helped?

Her voice ecoed on his ears again, magically hipnotic and sweet. He only nodded, getting closer to her

Her eyes couldn't focus on his, only roaming his sweaty body and how he breath. The room was feeling hot, the nightmare long forgot

Y/N: What did you dreamed?

She was curious, could he blame her. Franco denied with his head, getting closer again and this time his hand rose to her neck

He grabbed hard, feeling her pulse under his hand but she didn't even flinched. Instead, she looked atraight into him with the same devilish smile from his nightmare

Franco loved it, claiming her lips with brutality and somehow anger. Her body being subdue by his figure on the bed, his hand chocking her even more

She moaned on his tongue, her hands clawing his back and shoulders. Her legs now spreading to accomodate his body better

The man stopped kissing her, pulling her bottom lip with his teeth and cutting her lip. The blood touched his mouth, making him moan almost animalistic

Y/N moaned his name, dragging your nails on his back again. Franco kissed her again, feeling the blood touching his tongue deliciously

The woman could feel his dick touching her, the boxers and pajamas being the only barrier between their sexes. Her moan being suffocated by his tongue and his hand on her neck, she started grinding her hips against his

Franco growled, manhandling the woman by the neck and pulling her with her back against the matress. His hand going to rip her nightclothes and finally exposing the naked body he wished to ravish

Her lips on the blood red color, breathless and exposed to him. He would devour her, in more ways than one

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Hope you liked it anon, really tried my best 🖤

#dark forces #netflix dark forces #franco imagine

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loveshotzz · 1 year

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argyle x fem!reader

High for this

warnings: established early relationship, idiots falling in love, cock warming, slight dirty talk, slight praise kink if you squint (Argyle just wants to be a good boy), smut, cream pie, weed smoking.

word count: 1.9k

authors note: This was a request I got in an ask that I answered a while ago. I couldn’t find it so I hope this finds whoever it was. They wanted cock warming while stoned with our good boy Argyle.

The rays of sunshine that peak through the opening in your curtains pierce through the white wisps of smoke that cover your room in a dense fog. Wrapping around you and your boyfriend like a blanket, the hot box has you inhaling double with every hit.

Half lidded brown eyes stay transfixed on yours, flicking down every so often to watch the way your lips wrap around the pineapple tobacco of the blunt. His tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip every time your cheeks hollow out. Your skirt sits bunched up at your hips, his fingers digging into the soft dough of your curves underneath.

Your bare toes barely touch the floor from your place straddled on his lap on your desk chair. The tips of them dragging against the carpet with every subtle rock of your hips. Somewhere between giggles and complaints about his day at work, your soft touches turned into something needier. A quiet “just sit on it” falling from his pink full lips.

Pants pushed halfway down his hairy thighs and wandering fingers that shoved your panties to the side, your slick walls now pull him deeper — twitching every time you hold a hit in.

It's been 10 minutes and half the blunt like this.

One hand on his shoulder while the other keeps the blunt pressed to your lips, your nails dig into his shirt when he readjusts in the seat. A moan sits teased at the tip of your tongue just begging to roll off with every subtle move he makes. The corners of his mouth twist up when he feels the way you clench around him in reaction, so he does it again daring you to give yourself away.

Leaning forward you keep your eyes locked onto his when you tap the end of the blunt to his bottom lip. The small motion pushes him deeper, earning you the moan he was trying to get. Still, you keep yours tucked behind your bottom lip that’s tugged between your teeth. His hand leaves your hip to take the blunt between his long fingers still glistening with your slick from earlier, dark eyes narrowing at you while his cheeks hollow taking a drag.

Giving him a megawatt smile that he can’t help but return with smoke billowing between teeth, you press a delicate kiss to his pushed up cheek before you start peppering more along his jaw. Dragging your lips across the heat of his skin, you take your time tongue darting out just to get a taste of him. Burying your fingers into the silk of his long mane at the nape of his neck you feel the way his hips push up when you put all your focus around the sensitive spot hiding behind his ear.

You hum against his skin at the feel of him, the slow drag of his length along your fluttering walls that grip him always trying to take more. Your hips chase on their own as the moan you’d been withholding falls from you in the form of his name like a gasp for air when he meets your thrust. The tip of him teases the spot he always seems to find with ease as your nails drag light along his scalp. Giving his roots a gentle tug, you lift your head up.

The black pools of his pupils swallow every bit of the coffee color that usually floats around his eyes when they meet yours in a hungry lust filled daze. The last of his hit leaves through his nose as his fingers dig harshly into the side of your hip.

“Baby, it’s my turn.” Arching your brow you straighten your back so the pads of your toes touch the carpet making sure to clench yourself as tight as you can around him, tongue swiping across your top teeth satisfied when he has to close his eyes cuss words muttered under his breath.

His head falls back as he ignores your teasing to take another hit, the hand on your hip encouraging every light grind you’ll give him. His lips tug at the corners when he sees the way your brows furrow with every brush of his mushroom head. Using his strength to pull you to his chest the new position has him hitting the spot he’s been teasing this whole time. Putting the blunt out, he grabs at your chin tilting your head up to meet the press of his lips.

It's tentative at first - gentle. Always teasing when he knows you’re at your neediest. You can feel his smile when your impatience gets the best of you and you swipe your tongue against his bottom lip, begging to steal his hit with a small whimper and drag of your hips. He exhales into your waiting mouth when you squeeze your walls around him with just enough force to break his resilience, your inhale flexes your muscles in a way that makes him twitch — dangerously close to finishing before he’s even had his way with you.

Taking advantage of his hands on your hips you lean back when you blow out what’s left, adding another moan to the ones you’d silently been collecting from him the whole time.

A tangerine haze takes over your room, the sun outside starting to make its descent to the other side of the world covering your boyfriend in the kind of light that begs to take your breath away. Despite the teasing, the high suddenly makes everything feel softer - nicer.

It reflects in the way his hands loosen their grip on your hips so his fingertips can trace up and down the dip in your spine. While yours find themselves weaving through the sea of dark chocolate hair that you can never seem to stay away from, relishing in the way it feels gliding between your buzzing fingers. Your eyes find each other silently trying to communicate the three words it’s too early to say while your hips drag slow with purpose against his. Noses nudging, his breath fans hot across your parted lips.

“What do you think?” His voice comes out just above a whisper, his lips a ghost against yours when he speaks.

“About?” Smirking against him, his hands find their way back to their original home on your hips, giving your sides a squeeze the giggle he earns makes him chuckle.

“Giving me what I want?” Pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, he follows that one with more along your jaw using his nose to nudge, opening up the expanse of your neck for him.

Smelling the remains of the perfume you’d sprayed fresh out of the shower this morning, his hums of approval against your skin makes your hairs stand on end and your fingers tug harder on his roots. Hips swiveling against his just enough to stoke the heat of the flames begging to consume you, he starts bruising your skin with a starved mouth. Paying special attention to the spots that have you pulling him deeper into where he wants to be.

“I don’t know, have you earned it?” Your words have him twitching inside of you for the second time, and he nips at your skin with a little more pressure.

“Come on bonita, you know I’ve been a good boy.” Taking your earlobe in his mouth, he has you shuddering on top of him. All your remaining resolve disappears when he sucks hard enough for your eyes to roll in the back of your head dropping your full weight onto his lap.

The blunt ends of his nails dig into the skin hidden under your skirt when he bottoms out, the sound of your slick drowning out the record you’d forgotten was even playing. Lifting his head up from your neck he captures your lips in a messy kiss that leaves your head spinning. Tongues meeting in between clashing teeth, your hips move against his finding a steady rhythm.

“Doesn’t that feel nice baby, just like this?” Scooting lower into the seat the slight change has him even deeper, gasping when he hits that spongy spot with the tip of his cock - all you can do is nod with an open mouth while you hands find purchase on the back of the chair.

“I’ve earned this don’t you think? I’ve been good, yeah?” Flipping your skirt up so he can watch the way you wrap around him, he looks up at you from under his lashes when he uses two fingers to start rubbing lazy circles on your swollen clit. “Tell me.”

Applying more pressure when he sees the way it makes your face scrunch up, your voice catches in the back of your throat when you try to give him the answer he wants.

“Come on baby, dímelo” your dripping walls grip him tighter when he asks again in spanish, your toes pushing against the carpet to give yourself some leverage to take back an ounce of the control.

Lifting yourself up enough for him to almost slip out, you drop yourself back down letting him fill you to the hilt. His cheeks are flush and brows are knit together when he looks up at you, grinding down harder - you hold his eyes.

You make sure to clench hard around him in time with the swivel of your hips before finally giving him what he wants.

“So. fucking. good.” Each word is punched with a bounce on his lap and a whine slipping out from between your pouty lips. Slick skin slaps together with each thrust while his eyes get lost behind his head.

Giving your clit a break, both his hands find their way to your ass. The thong you wore for him gives his greedy fingers free reign over your smooth skin, grabbing handfuls of the soft fat he encourages the switch in dynamic pulling you both back up.

“That’s all I ever want to be for you — la diosa, look at you.” He groans at the slow roll of your hips, the orange haze turning purple he can’t keep his eyes off of you.

Your half lidded gaze matches his when they meet, words of adoration left unspoken passing through one look. Your hands leave the back of the chair, the need to touch more of him brings them back to his shoulders, every stroke feels better than the last taking your time like this. Hitting every spot that makes your body light up, your lips glow when they press against his — the sun disappearing into the kiss.

Feeling yourself get closer, the build nestled deep inside of you starts to feel like a kaleidoscope of butterflies ready to burst through the seams when the pads of two of his fingers find your button again. He swallows his name stealing your breath with his eager lips, unrelenting he doesn’t stop his circular motions until he feels your body start to seize and shake — coating him when you cum.

Your fluttering walls and the grind of your hips have him twitching, mouth going slack against yours when he follows with his own quickly behind you. His fingers dig hard enough to leave bruises on your ass while he paints your walls in a way you’d just recently given him permission to do. You take your turn to steal your name and his breath with a smile on your lips.

It takes him a minute to kiss you back, as you busy yourself pressing more to the corner of his mouth and the warmth of his cheek. Turning his head when he gets enough composure he’s quick to collect what’s his. The post orgasm high mixed with the one you chased wrapped it the snuffed out blunt beside you has you both giggling in a complete love sick mess.

#argyle #argyle smut #stranger things argyle #argyle stranger things #argyle x you #argyle x reader #argyle x y/n #argyle fanfic #eduardo franco #stranger things fanfiction #argyle imagine

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vampgal202 · 9 months

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Detention. (James Franco x Female Student)

summary: When Y/n catches detention after school, she's sure to do anything to get her way out of it, and he's sure to give her a punishment of a lifetime.

Warnings: student x teacher, thigh riding, being tied up, slapping, daddy kink, teacher kink

The smoke from the cigarette between my lips blew toward me, covering my clothes in the ashy scent of cigarette butts. I took one long drag leaning my head back against the brick wall of the school. The cold wind blew against my exposed arms, making my hair raise up. My eyes started to close, and my head still rested against the cold brick foundation. I started to hear footsteps approaching, not bothering to open my eyes. Whoever it was they were walking closer and closer towards me, kicking the gravel under their feet. "Smoking on school property and skipping class?" I hear a familiar voice say. I finally open my eyes and lift my head off the wall to be met with my English teacher, Mr. F.

"Fuck- I mean I'm sorry," I say frantically, dropping my cigarette to the ground and crushing it with the bottom of my shoe. "What class are you in?" He asks me, slightly turning his head and putting his hand in his pocket to grab a cigarette case of his own. "Math, are you kidding me?" I say to him as I watch him put a cigarette between his lips. "You got a light?" he mumbles as the unlit cigarette hangs out of his mouth. I pull out my lighter and light his cigarette for him.

"I thought no smoking on school property was a policy for everyone," I say to him, annoyance laced in my voice. "it is, but I don't think anyone in this school actually abides by that." He replies back to me, scanning over my face as he responds. "Anyway..." he clears his throat handing his cigarette over to me. "Detention, for skipping. After school today." He says to me, almost a smirk appearing on his face while he says it.

I say nothing back, I just take a drag out of his almost burnt-out cigarette and blow it in his face, not bothering to turn my head. He shakes his head slowly, now fully smiling. "Don't make it 2 days of detention Y/n." he chuckles. He turns around, walking now away from me. "Fucking weirdo," I say to myself, throwing his cigarette onto the gravel and walking back to class.

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"So, you coming to my place? I'm having a few people over." My friend Sasha says to me leaning against the closed locker next to me. "I would but I can't, stupid fucking Mr. F caught me skipping so now I have to spend detention with him all night," I say to Sasha, slamming my locker shut. "Why do you say that like it's a bad thing? I'd so fuck Mr. F. Are you kidding me?" She admitted to me, grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh come on Sasha. Yeah, he's hot but he's probably married or something." I say back to her, trying to picture Mr. F in a relationship. "Well, why don't you ask him before you fuck him tonight?" Sasha sticks her tongue between her fingers symbolizing a crude gesture. "fuck off!" I slap her hands down from her face and we both begin to laugh. "Later bitch," I say, yelping as she jokingly slaps my ass as I walk away.

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The halls are now empty, and almost all the classrooms are dark and locked. Except for Mr. F's classroom. The yellow-toned desk light illuminates his classroom door. "Mr. F?" I knock before entering. I open the door to see Mr. F. His feet are kicked up onto his dark brown wooden desk, he's wearing the same outfit from earlier but this time his suit jacket is off. Leaving him in a white button-up with a loosened tie around his neck and black slacks. A book covers my vision of his face.

"Y/n. Take a seat." He replied, kicking his feet off his desk and setting his book down. I walk towards him, taking a seat at the desk closest to him. "You can do homework, study, anything really, no texting or smoke breaks though. Fair?" he says to me, standing up and walking from behind his desk to in front of it. "How long am I here for?" I respond to his list of rules. Watching as he crosses his arms over his chest and leans against his desk. He looks down at his watch. "Couple of hours, at least." He looks back down at me in my seat.

Staring up at him I got the idea that maybe I could talk my way out of this detention. So I decided to pop some questions to loosen him up a bit. "Do you got kids?" I say to him, almost holding back a laugh at how blunt that was. "No? Do you?" He asks me, making him and I both break out into a laugh. "No. Are you married?" I ask him, watching his hand trail up to his face, rubbing the scruff on his jaw as he smiles.

"No. Enough with the questions, what are you trying to do?" He says to me, bringing his arms back down, crossed over his chest. "Please Mr. F, how could you just let a hopeless teen girl be locked in these four walls for the rest of the night. I'm supposed to be out seeing the world." I say dramatically and sarcastically. "Oh stop Y/n. You did something bad, and now you face the punishments and repercussions. That's how the world works." I groan at his comment.

As time passed by I started to think about what Sasha said. And he was pretty fucking hot. I looked up from my study notes to see him sitting in his desk chair reading that book again. His legs were spread wide and the yellow lampshade on his desk made his eyes look almost hazel. Curse you, Sasha,, I thought to myself as I slid out of my desk chair and strided over behind his desk.

Once I was standing right in front of him I rested my hip against his desk. "Y/n," he says to me in a stern tone not looking up from his book. "tell me something Mr. F. What is a handsome guy like you, not wifed up with a kid already?" I say to him in an attempt to get him going. He sets his book down and folds his hands on his lap, dragging his tongue subtly on his bottom lip.

"Is that any way to talk to your teacher, Y/n?" He responds back to me. His tone was laced with lust and amusement. "I hope this doesn't mean another night of detention, sir," I say to him moving closer to him. His eyes darkened and moved forward, resting his elbows on his knees. I walked even closer, pushing the teacher and student boundaries overboard.

I was now standing between his parted legs, standing over him. In one swift motion, he grabbed the back of my legs, lifting me up to straddle his lap on the chair. As he let me slam onto his lap his already forming bulge pushed against my clit. His large hands grabbed hold of my hips, his eyes dark, filled with lust looked into mine. He left no time grabbing a hold of my jaw and smashing his lips into mine.

His tongue circled around my mouth, the feeling sending shock waves over my whole body. I started to rock my clit against his tight slacks, needing some sort of relief. The feeling made me break our kiss and grab onto his shoulders, giving me leverage to rock against him harder. "Not so fast." He says to me grabbing hold onto my hips to stop my rocking. "Fuuck," I say, almost whining at the loss of friction. "You were a bad girl, so what makes you think you just get what you want?" He says to me lowly, grabbing my jaw roughly to look at him.

"I'm sorry sir, punish me, hurt me, do anything," I say back to him looking at him through my lashes. He grabbed a hold of my face again, kissing me deeply. He stood up out of his chair, grabbing my ass to keep me staddled onto his body. Before I knew it, my ass was hitting the cold wooden surface of his desk. He broke our kiss and in one swift motion swiped everything off his desk. The sound of breaking glass filled my ear as he laid me down on his desk.

"You're so fucking bad. Breaking the school rules, now begging to be fucked by your own teacher." He says to me as his hands make their way up to his tie, loosing and removing it off from around his neck. "This is your punishment." He says to me as he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, fascinating them together with his tie. His hands roughly push my shirt to reveal my bare tits.

He grins at the fact that I was wearing no bra. His mouth latches onto my nipple making me cry out. "Fuck, Daddy." I moan out. The new nickname makes him smile around my nipple. His hot mouth makes its way down my stomach. He undoes my shorts with one hand, pulling my shorts and my underwear down at the same time, revealing my wet pussy. "You're so fucking wet, you like being punished? You want it?" He says to me looking up at me, licking his lips. "Yes." I choke out, arching my back and letting out a moan as I feel him lick up my pussy. "Yes, what?" he responds pulling back. "Yes, Daddy. Please fuck me." I say, practically begging him at this point.

Before I know it his mouth is attached to my clit, flicking at it with his tongue making me try to bust out of the restraints. "Oh, my god." I moaned out. My head was thrown back onto the desk. "Fuck I'm close Daddy, dont stop." His tongue was thrusting in and out of me at this point, my hips were pushing against his face begging for more. To my demand, he brings his fingers up that massage my clit and a rapid pace. Since the school was empty, I was a screaming mess.

"Fuck I'm gonna-" I pant out. But before I could finish he completely stops. I lift my head up to see him grinning, "Did you think I would really let you cum?" He says to me. "Fuck you," I say back at him, consumed with sexual frustration. "Fuck me?" he responds, his smile dropping and his eyes narrowing. Before I know it, I'm being flipped over onto my stomach on the desk. "Fuck me? Okay, you'll regret that." He mutters out, the sound of his belt undoing quickly along with the sound of his zipper being pulled down excites me. Before I can say another word, his dick harshly slams into me making me yelp a cry.

He wastes no time thrusting in and out of me at a rapid pace. His dick is big, thick. It's almost too big. I can feel myself trying to stretch and adjust to the size. "You fucking take it, you whore." he says to me, noticing me practically screaming at the size of him. His palm makes contact with my ass, slapping it. The stinging sensation of the slap with the mix of his cock stuffing me, makes me closer and closer to me finishing. "Fuck me harder Daddy," I say challenging him. He was fucking me just hard enough, but I just wanted to test him.

His hand makes contact again against my ass before it trails up my back and grabs a hold of my hair, pulling it from the root. "Yes, fuck." I cried out at the sensation. I could hear his subtle moans from behind me, indicating he was getting close to finishing. All it took was one last slap against my ass and I was a mess, unfolding under his touch, coming undone everywhere. "Fuck I'm cumming." He moans out. I feel him fill me up as I came all over his cock. The sounds of our pants fill the room.

I feel him slide out of me a grab the tissue box that fell on the floor to clean up. I was too exhausted to move, to think. He slowly flips my body over so he can clean me up. Leaning over my body to undo my wrists from his tie restraints. "You okay?" he looks up at me as he cleans my thighs. "Yeah." I pant out. "or should I say, yes Daddy." I say, making him and I both fill the room with sounds of laughter. I liked this, more than I thought I would. "So, did I face my consequences?" I say acknowledging the whole reason I was here. "You definitely did."

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