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Just wanna start off by saying that your one-shots make me absolutely FERAL I'm literally going to swallow your account whole.
Recently, I walked into the wrong store at a strip mall lookin like a fuckin HIGHLIGHTER (full pink outfit + heels 💀), and the guy at the counter was this BEEFCAKE with a gaiter mask and a Slipknot shirt who looked me up and down before asking if I was in the right place. I almost folded on the spot. I actually don't know how I made it out of there alive bro.
So how do I channel my raging obsession with this random stranger even though I saw him for a grand total of 15 seconds? By projecting it onto COD, of course!
Here I humbly ask of thee to make a piercer!Ghost AU who is pretty much just a brooding metalhead decked out in piercings and tattoos, and a reader who is literally the big-eyed, picture-perfect, borderline Elle Woods embodiment of your typical "good girl", who has Simon grinding on the shelves beneath the counter when she asks him abt services. She only has basic earrings, and the idea of being the one to ruin her pretty little visage drives him fucking wild. Has to keep himself from leaping over the register and ploughing a crater of her into the floor when she schedules an appointment for a Christina piercing.
Only problem is, is when it happens, she's a whiny little thing and a sobbing mess so she's gotta be comforted in order for Simon to do his job (wink wonk). Throws in a free ring and the promise of future discounts bc he wants her to come back for more. He just laughs when she picks a sparkly lil butterfly stud or whatever bc he thinks she's adorable but also out of confusion bc girl??? What was the reason for this if not late-onset rebellion???? Did you lose a bet????? No to all. Homegirl actually got her bits ka-chunked as her first piercing by choice bc it's easy to hide lmao. Crazy.
Bonus points if Ghost makes her send daily photos of it to "see how she's healing". I also imagine he would personally put her new jewelry pieces when she buys them and teaches her what a Jacob's Ladder piercing is (iykwim 😏) but that sounds like a part 2 kinda thing and I feel like I've already sent so much 😭 I don't mean to overwhelm you with this I'm so sorry. I'm just passionate I swear 😪
Anyway YOU'RE DOING CHARITY WITH WHAT YOU DO ILYSM TY BYEEEEE <33333
(female!reader, mdni 18+)
BRO ARE YOU LIVING AN IN REAL LIFE ROMANCE NOVEL??????? WHAT FANFIC DID YOU STEP OUT OF??!?!?!??! oh wait. this one ;P
piercer!simon who absolutely could not take his eyes off of you when you walked into the little area of the strip mall. where the walls were lined with graphic tees, art, and a whole line up of tools and items meant for piercing. the dark walls and the only colors in the room being the neon on the shirts and your pretty pink outfit that especially made it come together with the little skirt you decided to hike up a little higher on your hips. oh, simon could stop himself from thinking about how innocent you looked. and how much he wanted to ruin that. especially with the way your wide eyes looked around at everything and landed on him. he knew he needed to corrupt that.
piercer!simon who asks "need anything, little lady?" from behind the counter. when you turn those doe eyes to him, oh he's a goner for sure. makes him shift so his growing bulge is hidden against the counter. he hoped that it would go away if he just planted his clothed dick against the side of the counter. in his head he's pleading that you don't come closer and just run out of there. but when you come bounding over to him, he has no choice but to grind against the shelves when you move those pretty lips. especially when you say you came in there on accident, oh he can make you cum on purpose. you should've just run while you had the chance. but you figured since you were there and already acknowledged that you should do something. now, he's got his hooks into you. because little you decided to approach the huge muscled man who's got a bunch of tattoos running down both arms, a bunch of ear and eyebrow and lip piercings, and a hidden tongue piercing he likes to show off on special occassions.
piercer!simon who walks you through the types of piercings you can get done when you ask him, haven't gotten anything else besides your earlobes pierced. he says they can do more on your ears, it's easier enough since you have the basics there already. or even a nose piercing. and he takes the chance to study your face, but with the angle you're giving him with that top? he's able to barely see your cleavage and the way your bra cups your tits so nicely. has to bite his lip when you start looking on your phone for types of piercings as well. he sees your hands and things how those pretty manicured fingers would look wrapped around his cock. would feel so much better than a lousy shelf.
piercer!simon who takes in a breath when you show him a picture of a christina piercing. wants to tell you that they don't normally do that in a strip mall anyways. but the way your nervous little pout wobbles and you look guilty since you don't want to walk in and not get anything? simon thinks to himself, why not? he can do it under the table, among other things he can do under a table. just for you he says.
piercer!simon who tells you to meet him after hours so he can block the windows and close down the shop to give you complete privacy. and when you do, he greets you with this primal grin that makes you feel like you're stepping into a wolves den. makes you strip completely for him and gets close to your pussy when you show it to him nervously. who himself spreads your pussy open so he can "see what he's working with" as he gently rubs your inner thighs and massages all around your pussy claiming it's to get you ready.
piercer!simon who readies the tools and pauses because apparently you're not that ready yet. and when you ask what he means, he spreads you open again and presses down on your clit, plays with it just a little. knows he can't make a sweet thing like you cum. that you'll catch on if he does. but can't help but just mess with you a little bit by rolling it between his fingers and swiping it back and forth. says that it needs to be so so that it's "not in the way". and will have to hold it out of the way when he's actually ready to pierce it, but his fingers "slip" a couple times on your clit and he has to resume position. it's a little hard now that you've become so slippery! and the way your thighs twitch every time he presses onto it? it takes a looot longer than expected.
piercer!simon who asks why you decided to get this out of all the piercings, while he rubs around your mound soothingly. makes you squirm as you look at him with hooded eyes while trying to come out with a steady answer. and when you say that it'll be easier to hide than more ear piercings, a belly pericing, or any facial piercings, he has to hide this evil smirk of his.
piercer!simon who takes advantage that you have to hide this piercing, so you can't properly ask for help for care on it! so why not ask an expert who also knows about the piercing? convinces you to give him your number so you can text him updates of it healing so he can help you keep tabs on it. so he can tell you its "healing progress" when in reality he's having you take pictures nearly every day. tells you that he needs a really clear picture so you're going to have to spread your legs a little wider, even hold your pussy lips open a little bit so he can see.
piercer!simon who says that the pictures aren't enough, he isn't able to clearly tell. you'll just have to come in again so he can check it for himself. after all, he's way better if he does a personal inspection. how else can he know how that pretty pussy is doing if he doesn't give it a hands on inspection?
piercer!simon who believes in an eye for an eye. and if you're curious as well then he might show you his jacob's ladder piercings. might let you touch them. might let you feel them. all 7 of them. 🤷♀️
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RIP Mike Wheeler’s heterosexuality
“Is being gay contagious?”
Steve stares at his phone groggily before putting it back against his ear. “…Mike?”
“Is it?”
“It’s three in the fuckin’ morning is what it is.” He rubs his nose, Mike’s words finally catching up to his brain. “Seriously, Mike? No it’s not fucking contagious, you’re not gonna get the gay disease or whatever from me. I promise you’ll keep liking girls.”
He’s a little hurt, even though he knows the question is innocent. They’ve been asking a lot of questions, like the inquisitive little assholes they are, but none of them had seemed like they weren’t okay with it. Until now.
“…that’s not what I meant,” Mike says. Steve realizes that his voice sounds shaky, even over the phone.
“Then what—“ he cuts himself off, realizing halfway through his bitching that there was only one reason Mike would call about this. “Oh.”
“Can you pick me up?”
“It’s three in the morning,” he repeats, even as he starts wondering where he left his keys. “Your mom…”
“Steve,” Mike pleads. “Please?”
He sighs. “I’m on my way.”
Mike is sitting on his doorstep when he pulls up, head in his hands. Steve doesn’t have to get out of the car, he stalks to the passenger door with all the vitriol of a boy with too many emotions to hold in, and wrenches the door open hard enough that Steve worries he’s going to break it.
“Watch it, noodle arms,” he says, trying to pretend this is normal. Maybe if he acts like it’s not well past midnight, Mike will relax.
It doesn’t work. Mike slumps in his seat, not bothering with the seatbelt. “Can you just drive?”
Steve drives. Doesn’t really know where they’re going, but it doesn’t matter. Just away seems to suffice.
He eventually pulls into a side road
“I’m scared to even touch another guy now! Because apparently hugging is gay when you’re older, and so is sleeping in the same bed, and telling your friends you love them, and…and I’m fucking scared all the time, ‘cause what if they’re right? How do they know? How can they tell by just fucking looking at me? It’s bullshit!”
“Shit, kid,” Steve says, heartbroken. “Shit. C’mere.”
He pulls him close, and Mike turns his face into the crook of his neck, shaking. His shirt collar starts to get damp.
“I don’t know what to do,” he cries. “I thought it was normal, I thought everyone was just…so scared all the time, and we just didn’t talk about it. But then you said that thing about being afraid and pushing it down, and I didn’t— I tried to ignore it. I tried so hard not to think about it, Steve, I swear I tried.”
“I know you did,” he says quietly. It hits him that he might be the only one who really gets it. Eddie gave up denying it long ago, deciding to evolve into something else for them to focus on. Robin’s a girl. Which doesn’t mean jack shit in most cases, because being a lesbian fucking sucks in a town like Hawkins, but girls aren’t as obsessive about it. Sometimes when they compare notes, Robin will just stare at him.
Mike shakes his head. “I don’t know what I did wrong,” he mumbles tearfully into his shoulder.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Steve says with a surprising amount of vehemence. He grabs Mike by his scrawny little shoulders, pulls him away so he can look directly into his bloodshot eyes. “Not a damn thing, do you hear me? There is nothing wrong with you, and anyone who tells you otherwise deserves a swift kick in the balls. Got it?”
Mike responds by bursting into loud, messy sobs.
Steve just keeps holding him, running a hand through his hair and soothing him gently, like he wishes someone had done for him or Robin or Eddie when they were young. Finally Mike pulls away, embarrassment starting to set in.
“Sorry,” he mutters.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Steve asks instead of a meaningless platitude he knows Mike wouldn’t accept.
Mike gives him a suspicious look. “I guess.”
“I’m scared too. All the time.”
“No you’re not,” Mike snorts. “You don’t need to make me feel better just because I’m a pussy.”
“I’m not joking,” he says. “Why do you think I dated girls? Why do you think I went through so many lengths to hide it? It’s fucking terrifying, man. But you know what makes it less scary?”
“Dating girls? Marrying a woman?”
“No.” He pokes Mike’s chest, right over his heart. “People. Friends who love and accept you. Friends who know what you’re going through, even.”
“Do you…” Mike chews his lip. “Do you think Nancy would be okay with it? With me?”
“Absolutely I do. She was okay with me, wasn’t she? And I was her boyfriend.”
“Yeah, but it’s different when it’s your family, right? Sometimes people don’t care if someone is… people don’t care until it affects them. Do you think Nancy is like that?”
He knows Nancy isn’t like that, but that's a talk they’re going to have to have themselves. “I really don’t,” he encourages. “I think she’d be really glad to know this part of you, actually. She loves you.”
“…I know,” he says, shifting uncomfortably. “I don’t… we made this dumb no secrets pact the first time the Upside-Down happened, I don’t know why. It’s stupid. But…I don’t want to keep secrets from her anymore.”
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