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elliewlums · 2 years

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𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bully!eddie munson x fem!reader, best friend!chrissy cunningham x fem!reader, bully!eddie munson x chrissy cunningham

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, overstim, mean!eddie, soft! chrissy, mentions of jealousy, fingering, p in v right at the end, slight daddy kink, degradation, this is shit m sorry

eddie’s thick ringed fingers are relentless against your sore clit, raw with the constant and endless stimulation he’s been forcing down on you. you’re crying, tears balmy against your hot, wet cheeks; chrissy wipes them away as they fall, her dainty hands soothing against your skin. you’re alight with pleasure, paralysed with it as waves of white hot lightning ricochet through your body.

a study date, eddie had called this, but you knew he had an ulterior motive. he always does. and now you’re spread wide open on your bed in eddie’s lap as he fingers you, your best friend flushed hot when she catches sight of your pussy, bare and dripping and on display for her.

“eddie, i think she’s done,” chrissy says, cooing as you crane your head to chase her gentle touches; she’s a stark contrast to eddie’s cruel hands, groping and pinching your abused flesh.

“she can take it,” he rasps, pumping two fingers in and out your steadily weeping cunt. you’re drooling onto his chest, wailing as you feel another orgasm creep up on you.

“no, eddie, no,” you cry, pushing feebly against him as he continues with his slow torture.

“yes, you brat.” he grins as your thighs start to tremble and chrissy presses her lips to your neck, tentative and then with more fervour. she’s always wanted you, though she pushed her crush deep down; eddie’s dragged it back to the surface. “ungrateful,” he grunts. “doesn’t want what i give her. i’m being so generous, baby.” the pet name is laced with sarcasm, hushed and a little mean.

“‘m sorry,” you sob, turning your head to rub your face against him. “‘m sorry. i’ll be good. don’t be mad at me.” chrissy frowns at his cruelty, only growing more perplexed at your pining, your need for approval from this boy who treats you so awfully— but makes you feel so good.

“good girl.” he says. you lap up the praise eagerly, even as he rubs your clit so hard it stings and sends your hips involuntarily flying. “attagirl, spread your legs more f’me. wanna see your dirty little cunt. dirty little minx.” you can feel eddie’s tented jeans under you, shuffling to reach for chrissy, for comfort, as he palms at himself.

“daddy, hmph. please.”

“oh, fuuuck,” he groans. “that’s what gets you off? want daddy to take care of ya? you’re so fuckin’ hot, you little brat.”

chrissy moans softly, grinding herself absentmindedly against eddie’s thigh. he reaches out to cradle her head gently, encouraging her to rut faster against him. you’d be jealous if you were in your right mind but you’re too far gone to pay attention to either of them. not that it matters— you’re the only one he wants to torture.

eddie’s fingers speed up their rubbing against your swollen little button until you’re gushing around him, quivering in his lap. he finally takes pity on you and gives you a rest, letting your muscles fall limp against him. he’s immediately then fishing his cock out of his jeans, ruddy and leaking. you reach for it and he laughs at your eagerness.

“hold her, chrissy,” he murmurs, pushing you face down into her lap, lifting your hips until your back arches and curves into him. lining up with your pudgy folds, swiping his cock through your slick and pushing in. and breaches your little hole while you squeal and squirm.

“we’re far from done. hold still.”

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ashwhowrites · 11 months

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Punishing Chrissy by splitting her open with your strap?? Please and thank you!

Ps I love your writing!

Before my partner and I got together, you will not believe how many times I've thought about something like this. I truly think Chrissy would look gorgeous taking (my) a thick strap and definitely during a punishment.

Ps thank you so much! 🥹

I hope this is what you wanted :)

Never proofread

Dom reader ( use of strap, Chrissy likes to be embarrassed and belittled)

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Y/N knew by dating the head cheerleader that many boys would drool over Chrissy. That ex-boyfriend like Jason Carver would stop at nothing to win her back. Any boy she gave slight attention to would become obsessed with her in seconds, like Eddie Munson. Then there were young boys, like Dustin and Mike, experiencing love for the first time but didn't exactly hold a threat.

Everywhere Y/N turned, she'd walk into a pit of hormonal boys that wanted to be under Chrissy's skirt. It didn't help that Chrissy was an angel. A perfect golden child with a bright smile that made everyone weak. It didn't help that she was so lovely to everyone. It was impossible not to fall at her feet. But Chrissy didn't see the desire in all the boys' eyes, she just thought everyone wanted to be friends. And Y/N hated that.

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"Hey so Eddie needs help with some science, is it okay if I come over later than we planned? Just like by an hour? Your parents are still gone, yeah?" Chrissy asked, her blue eyes looking apologetic, but a sweet smile on her lips.

Y/N groaned, that was an hour less she got to spend time with her girlfriend. And with her parents gone, she and Chrissy had quite the night planned.

"Yeah that's fine Chris, but I might start without you if you keep me waiting." Y/N winked, pecking Chrissy's cheek as she walked away. Making sure she swayed her hips a little extra to tease the poor cheerleader.

"HEY! NO" Chrissy shouted after her. Y/N looked over her shoulder to see Chrissy against the locker, a pout on her face.

Y/N smirked and blew her a kiss.

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Chrissy wasn't paying any attention to Eddie and she felt horrible. She tried so hard to teach the boy the lesson but her head was stuck on the idea of her girlfriend touching herself. Y/N didn't have patience when she got horny. It was either help her when she asked or she would it herself and make Chrissy watch. And Chrissy did not want to just watch.

"Okay Eddie, I really need to go," she said quickly, standing up and collecting all her books.

"but you said until six, that's still half an hour," Eddie said confused, he needed the help but also wanted to spend time with her.

Chrissy looked at his sad eyes and felt the guilt on her shoulders.

"You're right. Let's try again but I really need to leave at six."

Eddie nodded and smiled as she sat back down.

~~~

Chrissy was panicking, Eddie offered to drive her but his van didn't seem to want to do the work.

"Eddie, I can just call someone," Chrissy suggested, Eddie continued to look under the hood of his van.

The clock is getting extremely close to ten minutes after six. She had until six-thirty to get to her girlfriends or her night would be miserable.

"It's okay! It's working" Eddie cheered.

They both got in the car, Chrissy telling him the directions to Y/N's house.

"Are you two having a sleepover?" Eddie asked turning out of the school parking lot.

"yeah, something like that," Chrissy said, playing with her fingers as she stared at the tiny watch on Eddie's wrist.

"Oh, that's fun. What type of girly things are you guys going to do? Paint each other's nails and talk about boys?" Eddie laughed.

"We don't really care to talk about boys" Chrissy joked, she knew that Eddie had no idea Y/N was her girlfriend and sadly it wasn't something Chrissy could come out and say whenever she wanted.

"Are you and Jason going to get back together? I know he's been talking about it." Eddie said, trying to dig for information for himself.

"Absolutely not. Done with him" Chrissy snapped, even his name made her blood boil. She can't believe she was that dumb to like him, even love him.

That relationship taught her many things and the main thing was that the way he treated her was nothing compared to what Y/N offers. Chrissy thought relationships were one-sided, she felt she had to deserve sweet things like flowers and dates. She thought there was nothing anyone would love about her once they got past the cheerleading exterior. But Y/N showed her so much more than that. Chrissy learned to love parts of herself she didn't think was possible.

And now thinking about her just made Chrissy want to be with her even more.

"Okay well, you are here and right on time!" Eddie cheered, Chrissy smiled and yanked off her seat buckle. She was getting ready to tear open the door when Eddie touched her arm.

"Can I ask you something? I'm sure Y/N won't care, it'll just be a minute."

Chrissy went back and forth in her head. A minute wasn't long, but a minute in Y/N's world was a minute too long.

As Chrissy battled in her head, Eddie used it as an opportunity to speak.

"Would you want to go on a date this weekend? Go see a movie at the theater?" Eddie suggested.

Chrissy didn't want to ever hear him ask that question, because now she had to reject him and hurt his feelings.

"I'm not looking for anything like that, I'd just like to be friends." She said, finally making her way out of the car.

She didn't bother to hear his response, racing into Y/N's house.

"I'M HERE. I AM SO SORRY." She yelled, running up the stairs and heading for the bedroom.

"You are late, princess," Y/N smirked from her spot on the bed. From what Chrissy could tell, she hasn't started without her. Fully clothed, flipping through a magazine as she laid on her stomach.

"Just by a little," Chrissy whined. Y/N's eyebrow quirked up at the sound of Chrissy's whining.

"Well, I already knew you would be late, I finished like ten minutes ago." Y/N shrugged, no regret on her face.

"That's not fair! You didn't give me a chance. What if I did show up on time? " Chrissy argued, crossing her arms. Her attitude was revealing, another thing Y/N didn't like.

"Well you didn't so we don't have to play that game." Chrissy was growing annoyed at Y/N's responses.

"Well, do you even want me here? I mean Jesus, I might as well stayed with Eddie." Chrissy snapped. Y/N's eyes hardened in seconds, the magazine being tossed to the floor.

"Oh? Is Eddie worth more of your time?" Y/N tested, slowly rising up on the bed, and kneeling on her knees as her challenge hung in the air.

"No," Chrissy said immediately, the anticipation of what Y/N could be thinking was making Chrissy clench her thighs.

"No, no. I don't think that's what you said." Y/N clicked her tongue, moving off of her bed to stand. Walking slowly to Chrissy's nervous frame.

"I didn't mean it." Chrissy gulped hard, her eyes watching Y/N's every move.

"So are we just saying things we don't mean for fun? Let me try, I wasn't planning on you fucking me. I planned to fuck you like the cock slut you are." Y/N mocked, turning her head to the side to show fake pity.

Chrissy moaned at her words. Already feeling a wet patch growing in her underwear. "Will you, please?" Chrissy begged.

Y/N laughed at the girl, shaking her head as she cupped Chrissy's jaw. "I didn't mean it."

Chrissy felt like she could cry. She was so turned on, so desperate, and she felt stuck. She wasn't sure what the right answer was.

"I'm sorry. Please, I want to be good." Chrissy pleaded, slowly dropping down to her knees as she looked up through her eyelashes.

"Yeah? Tell me, did he make a move on you?" Y/N asked, her touch returning to Chrissy's jaw. Holding her head in place.

"Um yes ma'am, he asked me out on a date." Chrissy squeaked out. Trying to keep her breath steady when Y/N's touch squeezed her jaw.

Y/N smirked, a chuckle leaving her lips. "Not surprised, where to? Where did he think he was going to take my pretty girl to?"

"Movies." Chrissy replied, keeping it short and straight to the point.

Y/N felt the jealousy burning through her veins. Imagines of Eddie's slimy hands working their way under Chrissy's skirt in a dark theater. She knew exactly what Eddie wanted.

"Strip and get on the bed " Y/N demanded. Stepping back to give the girl space to stand.

Chrissy nodded immediately, rising to her feet and yanking off her cheerleading uniform. Hickeys from past nights lingered around her upper thighs. Y/N licked her lips as Chrissy removed her bra, her small tits bare to the cold air. Her nipples hardened immediately. Chrissy took off her underwear, walking past her girlfriend as she made it to the bed.

"Such a good girl. Lay on your back and show me your pretty pussy." Y/N ordered, feeling herself grow aroused as Chrissy's legs spread open. Wetness sliding down on to the sheets below.

Chrissy felt shy underneath her girlfriend's stare but knew better than to hide herself away. Allowing Y/N to soak her in.

She watched as Y/N reached under her bed, grabbing out Chrissy's favorite strap. Chrissy clenched at the sight of it. Always loving the way Y/N fucked her with her cock.

Y/N removed her clothes, standing naked as she called Chrissy up with her finger. "You want my cock? Get it ready."

Chrissy nodded, sitting up and putting the strap on her girlfriend. Pressing soft kisses to her stomach as she strapped it on Y/N.

Leaning back once it was on. Watching as Y/N lubed up her cock, Chrissy could feel herself throbbing.

"God you are so fucking hot." Chrissy purred.

"I'm going to ruin your pretty pussy." Y/N practically growled, Chrissy barely had time to react before the tip of Y/N's cock was sliding into her.

"Oh my god, you are so fucking big." Chrissy whined. She could feel her walls stretching open to take in her girlfriend's cock.

"Way bigger than that freak will ever be." Y/N said, using her hands to hold on to Chrissy's hips, pushing herself fully into Chrissy's cunt.

Chrissy screamed as Y/N didn't bother to be gentle. The second her cock was fully in, she was sliding it back out. Just to pound into Chrissy all over again. A fast pace, hitting every part of Chrissy's cunt, and hitting it hard.

"I...fuck...I" Chrissy tried to speak but everything came out in broken moans. Y/N would never admit it, but Chrissy knew she loved claiming her more than anything. Something Y/N couldn't ever do unless it was within an empty room. Whenever she had the chance to remind Chrissy exactly why Y/N will always be the best Chrissy has ever had, she proved her point until Chrissy was sore and her cunt was used until it quit.

"Should I go slower so you can get your pathetic words out?" Y/N teased, changing her pace to go slower. Sliding in and out of Chrissy's cunt, her wetness covered Y/N' cock. Y/N could see how wet her cock was when she pulled out, leaving just the tip in.

"No, no. Alllllll." Chrissy moaned, trying to push her hips to take in Y/N's cock.

"But you can't even speak. How embarrassing for you. I slow down to help you out but all you want is to be stuffed full of my cock. Chrissy felt embarrassed by Y/N's words but she couldn't deny how close she was just from the words alone.

Y/N took pity on her, pushing her hips against Chrissy's and burying her cock all the way in. "I know exactly why he wanted to go to a movie theater."

Chrissy could hear her girlfriend's voice, but her brain wasn't comprehending any of it. Just the sound waves hitting her ears. The feeling of Y/N's cock deep in her, and the slow circles Y/N began to rub on her clit. She was seeing stars, shapes, she couldn't tell if her eyes were open or not.

"Bet he wanted it to be nice and dark," Chrissy gasped as Y/N did one hard thrust. "So no one could see when his hand slipped up your thigh," another hard thrust. The circles on Chrissy's clit went faster. "I bet he'd tease your slutty hole, tease those pretty lips before using one finger to feel how wet you are." Another hard thrust, the orgasm was building in Chrissy's stomach.

"Probably thinks he'd know just how to finger you, hit the right spot," she grunted, hitting the exact spot that made Chrissy scream. "Like that? He would think it would be so easy to make you fall apart. He doesn't know anything."

"Close." Chrissy managed to get out. Her fingers scratching down Y/N's back. Hooking her legs together around Y/N's waist, keeping her locked against her.

"Yeah? You gonna be my good girl and cum? Soak my cock? Isn't this so much better than being with him?" Y/N mocked, her tone was harsh and demanding, something Chrissy loved hearing. Loved being put in her place, loved being fucked when she was wrong.

"God, yes! So.... much better. Love... when ....shit shit...you fuck me." Chrissy panted. Y/N admired the way Chrissy's tits bounced with every thrust. The way her mouth opened when Y/N pinched her clit. The way Chrissy's hand moved down their bodies, her fingertips holding herself open as Y/N pounded into her.

Y/N rubbed Chrissy's clit faster, bringing her closer to her orgasm. Using her free hand to trail up to Chrissy's neck. Wrapping her hand around her throat, the vibrations of Chrissy's moans hitting her hand.

"Cum for me." Y/N demanded, tightening her grip on Chrissy's throat, rubbing her clit as fast as she could while keeping it in a rhythm. Chrissy squeaked as she rocked her hips into Y/N. Moaning and screaming as she felt herself clench around Y/N's cock.

"Right there, yes, yes, fuckkkkk" Chrissy panted as she came. Squirting all over Y/N's cock and fingers. Soaking the sheets below. Feeling her own body being covered in herself. Her skin turned red, knowing the mess she made.

"Oh look at that." Y/N teased, slowly removing her cock, using the tip to collect more of the mess Chrissy made and pushing it back in. She loved the way Chrissy's cunt kept trying to push her back out.

"Such a mess you made. Making a mess of my cock, of my sheets, and even yourself." Y/N continued to tease. Removing the strap completely, stepping back to take Chrissy's used body melting into the sheets.

No man had anything on her.

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twenty-thirty-two · 2 years

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Gold Stars and Candles

Chrissy Cunningham x female!reader

a/n: a little self-indulgent? of course! enjoy

Please understand that because I am 18+, I do not want minors on my page or reading my work

I do not consent to my work being reposted on other sites, translated or copied

Chrissy’s excitement was through the roof. It’s your birthday, the first birthday in the, fairly new, relationship. She had circled the date on her calendar, in utter anticipation, counting down the days.

Your birthday was always a hit or miss, some years it’d be great, an absolutely joyous day. Other years, you’d wish to erase the day from existence.

Chrissy had your gift all set, you’d mentioned it to her a while back, thinking nothing of it, but the cheerleader made a mental note. She bought this beautiful beige gift bag that was covered in gold stars.

On her way to check out, a card caught her eye. It has an adorable little sun on the front, reading “You’re my sunshine”. The gold accented card was immediately bought. When she got home, she practically poured her heart out on the inside of the card.

You, on the other hand, were actually excited this year. You’re in a good place in your life, good grades, a nice job, and an amazing girlfriend. You didn’t want a big party or anything, you honestly wanted to spend it with Chrissy.

The day arrived, and for the first time in a long time, you didn’t dread waking up. You got ready for the day, making yourself a nice breakfast, and choosing an outfit. You and Chrissy made plans to see each other in the afternoon, so you had some time to kill.

When she arrived, Chrissy was like a ball of energy, practically jumping up and down with her hands behind her back, clearly holding something.

You groaned in a light hearted manner, “Chrissy, please tell me that’s not what I think it is.”

She beamed, “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about!”

Your smile grew as she pulled the bag in front of her and handed it to you.

“Happy birthday, my love!” You grab the bag and before anything else, you threw your arms around her, catching the girl off guard.

A muffled ‘thank you’ was muttered into her shoulder. She knew about your difficult history with your birthday, so she made it her life’s mission to make it the best, little did she know that simply being in your life was enough.

You left the bag in your room and the two of you headed out.

“Okay, first stop: ice cream!” You nodded and she led the way.

Times like these were when you wanted to hold her hand the most. The only thing you could do was the occasional hand bump as you were walking, but that didn’t stop the two of you.

The joyous bell of the mom-and-pop shop filled the space. The cool breeze of the air-conditioned parlour greeting you like a breath of fresh air.

“Okay, what would you like?” You look around and your eye is immediately drawn to a display of the myriads of flavors in different hues and consistencies.

“Ooh that looks good, doesn’t it?” You point out one of the flavors and Chrissy orders for the two of you.

You go to pull out your wallet and almost immediately Chrissy says, “Don’t even think about it.”

She’s looking at you out of the corner of her eye as she’s counting the bills in her hand. You sigh and put it back in your bag.

“Y’didn’t have to do that.” You murmured as you’re handed your dessert.

“It’s your birthday! You’re not paying for anything, if I have anything to say about it!” You try to bite back a smile but ultimately fail.

You walk to a nearby park, almost immediately, beelining for the cute bench underneath the sturdy oak tree that provides some nice shade.

“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe I never told you how beautiful you look! I mean you always look beautiful- that’s not what I meant- you just-“ She rambles, tripping over her own words, in fear of offending you if she doesn’t phrase her words right.

“Chrissy, I know what you mean, baby. Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself. I cannot believe I got so lucky.” You look over at her, scanning her face, admiring her beauty.

The blush on her face makes your heart soar. The fact that you’re the only one who can get her to blush that way is one of the many things you love. The two of you sit and chat, sometimes coming to a stop in the conversation, comfortable silence filling the air.

By the time you’ve both finished and begin to walk back to her place, the sky is a mix of pinks, oranges, purples, and the calming blue that graces the morning sky.

“I have one more surprise for you, Y/N/N.” Chrissy exclaims as she leads you into the kitchen.

She tells you to close your eyes, and after you comply, she heads over to the fridge. A second later, it closes. You can hear her shuffling some things around and then a beat of silence.

“Okay,” She whispers, “You can open ‘em”

Before you is a pink and white cake, the colors transitioning into one another. One the sides are little red hearts that you assume are sprinkles. On the top, Happy Birthday is written in chocolate. There is a little chocolate heart next to your name. There are glittery candles around the top of the cake, illuminating the space.

A small gasp escapes you, “Chrissy, I- this is beautiful!” You walk over and embrace her. Her sweet perfume overcomes you, wanting to never let go.

Suddenly overcome with confidence, she pulls you into a passionate kiss. The kind where you swear you feel your heart skip a beat. Her hand cupping your face, almost trailing up to your hair.

“Happy Birthday, baby.”

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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Chrissy Cunningham x Male Reader?

Crissy cheers on the football game while Y/N cheers for her from the sideline...

After the game...

Chrissy: is it safe to say that i have a cheerleader of my own?

Y/N: with how amazing you are, its hard not to cheer for you.

Chrissy gives Y/N a kiss on the cheek...

Chrissy: what do you say to renting Back to the Future and having a cuddle session on the couch?

Y/N: I'll buy us some popcorn!

Chrissy jumps on Y/N's back as the two walk off the field and towards their local Blockbuster...

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pollenallergie · 1 year

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anyways… you and chrissy definitely have matching pj sets… but like the ones with the really short shorts, the kind made out of that soft, breathable, thin material… the kind that if you don’t wear underwear with, your pussy is like one gentle breeze away from being fully out. neither of you ever wear underwear with them, to ensure easy access. and nine times out of ten when you wear them, you will end up falling asleep with chrissy’s arm snaked down underneath the waistline of those thin, tiny little shorts and her hand cupping your-

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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I need more best friend Chrissy for my soul 🥺

Hiii babes!! Well I hope this makes your soul happy lol enjoy some more bff Chrissy talking with you about you’re new relationship with Eddie!💖

*You and Chrissy talk about everything…including Eddie’s hair care routine*

“Do I have to schedule our movie nights like a month in advance now?” “Don’t be so dramatic Chrissy you know I’d drop Eddie’s ass like a hot potato if you called and needed me.” “I’m going to test that out one day.” “I’d appreciate it if you did it on a Thursday night…maybe like…six or seven?” “What happens on Thursdays that you wouldn’t mind skipping out on?” “Band practice…” “I thought you said Eddie was great on the guitar? Something about his skilled fingers?” “I mean yeah the man has great…fingering skills..but-” “i don’t need to hear anything else about it please spare me the details.” “Like I was saying…half the time it’s practice but then mostly it’s like a mini hellfire meeting and I just wouldn’t mind missing a few practices here and there…” “why don’t you just go home if you don’t wanna watch him practice?” “Because I like to look at him…” “you’re so in love it’s gross.” “I know…I’ve got it bad…”

“He put a chapstick in every single one of my purses because he doesn’t want my lips to get cracked and gross since it’s starting to get cold outside…” “marry him.” “That’s not like…normal boyfriend behavior is it?” “I mean…neither of us have the best track record with who we’ve dated so I feel like Eddie is normal we just aren’t used to it?” “He got up early this morning and made me coffee and packed a lunch for me to take to work…I don’t know how to handle how nice he is sometimes.” “That’s understandable and he knows you’re history with men so…just let him love you the way you deserve.” “That’s the thing though…I don’t feel like I deserve him? Like he deserves someone so much better than me.” “We aren’t going down this road okay babes? You deserve to be treated like a fucking Queen and Edward Munson knows that…it’s why he treats you the way he does and there’s no getting better than you. You’re a fucking catch.” “You’re just saying that because you’re my bestfriend Chrissy.” “No as your bestfriend I’m the one who tells you the truth and that’s the truth…you deserve Eddie and he deserves you.” “If you say so..” “now the important question is…what did he pack you for lunch?”

“You’re fucking with me.” “I swear he doesn’t brush it.” “What’s he do then? Just run his fingers through it?” “He gets out of the shower and towels it for a few seconds and then shakes his head and that’s it.” “I don’t believe you.” “Chrissy I swear that’s how the man does his hair…trust me the first time I saw him do it I died a little inside.” “So…he’s never brushed it?” “He brushes it when it’s dry…” “no…no…why do you let him do that?” “His hair is his thing…I’ve tried to get him to let me show him how to properly deal with his curly hair but he refuses.” “He needs a hair intervention.” “The most he will do is let me put a conditioning mask on it but even then he only has the patience to leave it on for five minutes.” “He’s so annoying.” “He really is…thank god he’s cute.”

“He told me he loved me.” “Oh my god shut up.” “He said it like it was the most natural shit he could ever say and I just stood there in the middle of the frozen section of the mini mart like an idiot.” “He said it in the frozen food section? Is that like..a special place for you two?” “No…he grabbed my favorite ice cream and said and I quote..you may have questionable taste in ice cream flavors but I still love you….” “Uh everyone loves cookies and cream? He’s the weird one in this situation.” “Right? Like he likes rocky road…that shits gross.” “So…did you say it back?” “I did…I kinda shouted it because I was worried I had paused for too long and didn’t want him to take it back so yeah I just kinda yelled it at him…” “i mean it’s better than not saying it back?” “I agree and he only laughed for like a few seconds before he kissed me.” “In the middle of the frozen section of the mini mart?” “I mean the man told me he loved me I couldn’t like not let him kiss me?” “That’s true…” “so I guess…the ice cream section is kinda a special spot for us now?” “You two are the oddest couple I’ve ever met…”

#chrissy cunningham #bff Chrissy #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #chrissy x reader #Chrissy Cunningham fluff #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x you fluff #Eddie munson #eddie munson request #eddie munson concept #my little dungeon master baby

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danyluvyou · 2 years

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Reaction to reader taking pictures of them 2.0 <3

Stranger Things Edition

Pairings: the gals + Arglye x gender neutral reader

Word count: 3.2k

Summary: Fluff of argyle and the crew! Maybe some teenie tiny angst, but overall teeth rotting cuteness

Disclaimer: I don’t own stranger things nor the characters, only the scenarios I write of them </3

Argyle

It smelled like Hawaiian pizza as I yawned, stretching on my couch.

“You're back!”

“Sure am! How’s my goofball doing?”

I smiled as Arygle rounded the corner and hopped onto the couch.

“Tired, hungry and bored.”

“You want a pizza?”

I shrugged, slumping my way over to Argyle.

“With pineapple please.”

“Always! You know, pineapple pizza is the way to go.”

Argyle patted my head and head over to my kitchen, making a quick call to Surfer Boy Pizza.

Getting up from my comfy spot, I stretched more, joints popping.

“That came from you?” Argyle asked as I laughed.

“Yes, I’m old. My joints and bones are super old; they pop like I’m a 60 year old.”

“Nahhh.”

“When’s the pizza getting here?” I asked, walking over to him.

“20 minutes.”

“Sounds good.” Patting his bright Ocean Pacific button down. He smiled goofy, taking his cap off and placing it on my head. I looked up at him, turning the cap backwards.

“There, more ‘Aryglized’.” Giggling as Argyle nods agreeing.

“You know I should get you one of my hats and shirts. I need to see you in that. How about my pink squiggly snapback?”

I lifted my eyebrows as he continued off naming different patterns of his hats.

“I think I should choose my own.” I chuckled as Argyle countered.

“I have a better idea….Matching outfits!”

“Now that’s a good idea.” Argyle stepped back, nodding his head, he walked around me.

“After some consideration, I think you'll do great in anything. So, I’m gonna need you to choose those outfits.”

“Well you make anything look amazing so this is gonna be hard.” I said, scrunching my nose in thought as Argyle did too.

“Let's find the ugliest things and make it work!” We said in unison, snapping our fingers, earning chuckles and giggles from one another. Soft pounding came from the door as Argyle headed to the door to get the pizza. Suddenly I remembered, I was supposed to show him something I got. Scurrying off to my room, I searched over my messy bed, finding what I wanted.

“ARGIE!” I yelled as I flew into the living room only to bump into him.

“¿Yes brochacho?” He said holding the box of pizza.

“I need to show you this!” I exclaimed, waving the Polaroid.

“What is it?” He asked, placing the box down, and eating a slice of pizza.

“A Polaroid! I can take pictures of stuff and I don’t know what to do with it. I kind of bought it impulsively from this lady down the street.”

“Well, I think you should do whatever you want.” He said munching away at the Hawaiian pizza.

“Can I take a picture of you? I don't know if it works or HOW to work it.”

“Sure goofball.” Continuing to munch at his pizza, I awkwardly moved around. Finding a comfortable place to finally snap a picture of him.

“Huh, that was pretty easy. Can I take more?”

He nodded and put a thumbs up, taking another picture of him. Ten pictures later and I smiled at my triumph.

“Thank you for being an amazing model.” I said, shaking Arglye’s hand.

“Thank you for being an amazing photographer.” He leaned over, kissing my cheek.

“Awww, you’re too sweet.”

“No, goofball you’re the most sweetest, coolest person to be around. I don’t know who else I’d rather spend time with than you.”

“You’ve got Jonathan too.” I said, but Argyle shook his head in disagreement.”

“He’s my best friend, not my goofball- nope! You're different, you place a smile on my face whenever it's upside down.”

“Argyle, stop!” I shied away as I felt my body turn red.

“But it’s true!”

“Wait- did you finish the pizza?”

“Maybe….”

“ARGYLE!”

“I’ll order another one, but first. Fist bump, kiss, then pizza.”

Robin Buckley

It was the morning shift in Family Video and Robin’s had it with Steve’s whirlwind fantasies and romances. If she heard one more story, she might just knock him out…for good. If the demigorgons didn’t, she considered it. But the door opened, and the first customer appeared.

“Hi, can I talk to the manager?”

“Oh they’re not here today. Um it’s just me and my coworker.” Robin said, nudging Steve as he turned around, saying hi.

“Oh okay, um- I’m here from The Hawkins Post and I was wondering if I could interview someone here for a column?” I said, holding a pen and a writing pad.

“Yeah, what would you like to know?”

The male coworker interrupted, but suddenly the woman shoved him away.

“Sorry about that, he’s just nosy. Don’t mind him.”

“That's okay, can I have a name?”

“Robin- Robin Buckley.”

I smiled and held my hand out, waiting for a greeting. Robin smiled back and shook my hand.

“A quick run down about what I’m writing about. I’ve been allowed to write a column over whatever was popular at the time, so I decided on cinema. So I’m curious, what’s the current trend? What’s the top ten popular movies sold? Or what are the popular films now?” I said, Robin listening astutely.

“Well, it depends. Right now, many people get action, drama, romance, comedy, or kid movies. Well let’s see, there’s Top Gun, Labyrinth, Pretty in Pink, Ferris Buelers Day off, and the list goes on. Personally I like The Apartment, The Hidden Fortress and Children of Paradise.”

I quickly jotted down all the information she gave me and nodded.

“Good choices, do you see a rise in people renting or buying movies compared to watching movies through a drive-in?”

“Well, work has been pretty slow but I feel like there will be.” Robin said, watching as Steve poked her and mouthed “you got this” as he walked off.

“Lastly, what do you recommend between purchasing VHS or watching in theaters?”

“I think VHS, just because you can watch it over and over again. You’d only get to see the movie once in theaters, and you would need to pay again if you wanted to watch that movie again.”

“Thank you for your time…Robin?” I said, hesitating on her name.

“Yes Robin- I mean yes, it's Robin.”

“Can I take a picture? F-For the article?”

“Yes-sure that's fine.”

I smiled and held up the camera, Robin stepped out of frame and I ushered her back. After getting her to come back, I took the picture, happy with my success.

“Thank you very much for this. I appreciate it so much.” I exclaimed, making sure I had all my things before I left. I stood for a while, trying to find the words that I felt deep in my mind.

“Y-You’re very beautiful.” I blurted out as Robin’s cheeks turned a rosy red.

“Oh-oh thank you.”

“You’re welcome!”

I could feel the heat on my face as I stepped back awkwardly. Trying to now leave from the sheer embarrassment.

“Can you guys get it over with and just ask each other out on a date?” The male coworker interrupted again.

“Steve shut up!”

I stopped in my tracks as Robin punched Steve. She saw me stop and she smiled awkwardly.

“Fine…would you want to watch a movie with me?”

Chrissy Cunningham

I took a deep breath as I waited patiently as the last jock left the gym. School pictures were a pain in the ass, and I didn’t know how I got stuck taking yearbook pictures. Somehow I felt cursed for being put in this position. I checked my watch for the thousandth time, waiting for the next group to arrive, the cheerleaders. Ten minutes later, they came bustling in. Gossiping and mumbling, I gathered them together trying to quickly get them out. I wanted a piece of mind, and the only way it could happen was if I could finish their group and individual photos. It didn’t take long, and I finally got to the last cheerleader, Chrissy Cunningham.

“If you could stand there and hold your poms out for me, that’ll work just fine.”

“Have you been doing this by yourself this whole time?” She asked, as she stepped out of her pose.

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

It was strange, did I look irritated?

“You seem tired, how many more people do you have?”

“You’re the last one.” I said, as Chrissy nodded.

“Oh, do you want to take a break? I don’t have anywhere else to be at the moment.”

“Are you sure?”

Chrissy nodded as she took a seat on the ground, as I grabbed my water bottle taking a long drink.

“Do I know you?”

I turned towards Chrissy, as she held her knees up to her chest, watching my movements.

“I don’t know, do you? I’m kidding, you can probably recognize me from the yearbook club.”

“Yearbook club?”

I nodded as Chrissy bit her nails, and then she scooted over to me.

“I took pictures of the latest basketball game. You know, the one where Lucas Sinclair shot the winning basket?”

“Oh, you were the one taking pictures of Jason before the game.��

I snorted, “it was more like he was asking.”

Chrissy laughed and I smiled as she eased up.

“My name is Chrissy, Chrissy Cunningham.”

“I know.” I said, as she looked surprised.

“How do you know my name?”

“You’re Chrissy, Hawkins sweetheart and head cheerleader?! How wouldn’t anybody know you?” I exclaimed as Chrissy's face fell.

“That makes sense, sorry that was pretty stupid.”

“No it wasn’t. You’re fine, it’s okay.”

She sighed and stood up.

“Are you ready?” She asked, grabbing her pom poms and walking over to the x where she was supposed to stand.

“Yes, but are you?”

“Yes…….actually no.”

“You want to talk about it?” I put my camera down as Chrissy shoulders slumped.

“People think I’m this perfect person, but I’m not. I’m scared, insecure, I’m not who I am. I’m a fake, a liar.”

“I don’t think you’re any of those things. I believe the Chrissy who laughed at my jokes a few moments ago, wasn’t faking or lying. I understand that you are scared, and insecure. It’s hard to be yourself whenever you believe you have an image to hold. But it’s okay to let go as well.”

“I don’t know. I feel hideous sometimes, I can’t look at myself because of this- this guilt I hold.”

“You’re not hideous. Here let me show you, I want to smile and look at me.”

Chrissy hesitated, sighed and shook her head no. But I waited, she took a deep breath and smiled. I held my camera, and click! Smiling as I put my camera down, and Chrissy stood there awkwardly.

“Was that a fake a smile?”

“I try my best not to.”

“Well, I find your smile beautiful, but it’s better when it’s not frowning.”

Chrissy cocked her head confused.

“I should show you the pictures developed about Jason. He flexes in one and I don’t find any muscles there.”

Chrissy stifled trying not to laugh, but failing. Quickly I took a picture, as she bent over laughing.

“Look! That’s perfect!”

“What?” She said, wiping tears from her eyes.

“You’re smile, it’s beautiful! Its better when yourself, your true self.”

“I- Thank you.”

I smiled as Chrissy, snapped out of a trance and walked over to me. I began packing my things as she helped me.

“You don’t have to help me with this this stuff.” I said but Chrissy denied.

“ I want to help.”

Silently, we finished packing all the props, and my camera. I thanked Chrissy for her help and told her to think about what I said. She stayed silent, but never stopped smiling.

“Thank you… for listening to me.”

Eden Bingham

I had to admit to myself, I was lost. I had ten minutes before I was late to this client's photo shoot and if I missed it- my mom would kill me. Checking the piece of paper I crumbled I found the house I was looking for. I half ran half walked to the door and lightly knocked. Shaking away my anxiety ridden face as the door opened, and revealed a little kid yelling.

“Hi, I’m looking for Sarah Parker?” I asked as the young boy yelled, pulling out a toy bow and pointing it at me. I screamed as a toy arrow flew loose towards my direction.

“You little punk! What did I tell you about opening the door!”

“H-Hi?”

With short dark hair, black clothing and silver jewelry, a young woman held the door.

“If you’re here to sell Girl Scout cookies- no. If you’re here to talk about the Bible, please just let me close the door then.” She sighed, not interested in keeping the door open.

“Oh I’m none of those things, are you Sarah? Sarah Parker?”

“Ew no- she lives next door.”

“So I got the wrong house?” I uttered in disbelief, I checked my watch quickly and realized I was late.

The girl looked at me confused and I panicked.

“Are you okay?”

“No- I’m going to be late! Well, I’m already late. My mom’s going to kill me!”

“What?” She said, I should have moved- kept walking but I was too busy panicking still.

“I have a photo shoot I have to attend!”

She looked at me like I was crazy and yes, I was.

“Mrs. Parker is next door, right?” I asked and she nodded, matter of factly.

“You should probably leave if you don’t want to be late.”

“Yes-Yes you’re right.” I turned heel and ran, but I stopped midway. Running back before she could shut the door, I doubled down, winded.

“Wait!”

“What are you doing?” She said, looking puzzled and annoyed.

“I didn’t get your name.”

“Why is that important?”

“I…I would like to photograph you. Wait- that sounds really weird and creepy?! I promise I don’t mean it in a creepy way!”

She looked skeptical, peeked behind the open door and stepped outside.

“Well, weirdo…my name is Eden.”

“Eden? It’s nice to officially meet you.” I stood up, as Eden started to smile.

“Aren’t you supposed to be somewhere?”

“Yes- OH SHIT! I’m sorry about this whole thing.” I rambled and Eden started to laugh. “I’ve got to go but it was nice to meet you and-and YOU’RE ETHEREAL!” I yelled, running off next door.

Eden stood there, confused, happy and red in the face. Mumbling to herself, she brushed off the interaction and walked back inside.

“Ethereal? That’s the first time someone called me that.”

Nancy Wheeler

Nancy sighed as she brought in the new intern into the office. She was annoyed already at her bosses for being dicks, and she was ready to leave for the day.

“This is the break room, you’ll find it to be cozy here.” She said motioning towards the table in the center of the room.

I nodded, looking around as Nancy continued to walk. She stopped at a room and pointed to it as she opened the door.

“This is the developing room where Jonathan develops film and such. He’s one the photographers here in the Hawkins Post.”

“Nancy what did I say about opening the door?!” Jonathan yelled as Nancy walked back out, I uttered a sorry as we left.

We made our way back to the front as one of the bosses came out and asked us both to bring the “usual”. Nancy, already knowing what that meant, nodded and told me to follow her. We walked out the front, got into her car and left.

“What are we doing?” I asked as Nancy angrily sighed, tapping her finger agitated against the wheel.

“We’re getting lunch for the Post.”

“Oh.” Nodding, I watched as Nancy kept tapping away.

“You know you think- hey I’ll do great here and maybe they’ll appreciate my work. But what do I know? It’s like they don’t even care about you.`` Nancy said, rolling her eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“You can be an intern here for months or you can be starting out, but they won’t appreciate you. They’re too stuck up to care enough.”

I nodded and listened to Nancy as she explained her side of the story. I started to understand why Nancy was upset and irritated towards the upper level. She talked all the way there and back. Once we came back, we gave the sandwich and food to the rightful people.

“Be aware, they’ll complain about everything and anything if their food isn’t right.” Nancy whispered to me as we walked past a group of her coworkers smiling at them.

Settling down, Jonathan came to us and asked us if we could take a look over some photos he’s developed while he went to the restroom. Agreeing, Nancy and I went to the developing room.

“Are you and Jonathan close?” I asked and Nancy shook her head no.

“No, we’re just good friends. But, you could say we had something in the past. We’ve been through a lot and….that’s what made us closer, I guess.”

I listened and walked around the room, finding a black bag. Carefully looking in, I found a camera and guessed it was Jonathan’s. I slowly took it out of its spot and observed it.

“Have you ever used one of these?”

“No, Jonathan doesn’t let me touch it.” Nancy said, taking out a few pictures to dry.

“You wanna try now?”

“I don’t think we should.”

“Just a few pictures wouldn’t hurt.” I kept trying to convince Nancy to loosen up but she wasn’t budging.

“I’m not going to go against that, also I wouldn’t want to break it.”

I sighed and placed the camera back just in time as Jonathan came in. He thanked us and asked if we were busy. He wanted company in the developing room and since we didn’t have any other errands to run, we agreed to stay.

“Jonathan, can I use your camera to take a few pictures?” I asked, watching as he placed more pictures in trays.

“Why?”

“I never used one before and I was just….curious.”

Jonathan looked over to Nancy and she simply said she had no part in it. It was silent as Jonathan didn’t respond. Sighing at my failed attempt, I sat down in one of the chairs.

“If I let you borrow it, for a few pictures. Do you promise to not break it?”

I perked up immediately as Jonathan stopped his fiddling and stared at me. Nodding eagerly, I jumped up and reached for the camera. I was extremely excited and Nancy ushered me to calm down. Moments later, we were outside of the Post.

“Nancy, you wouldn’t mind being my muse?”

“I don’t think I could be, besides there's plenty of stuff to take pictures of.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same if I don’t have a model.”

After some well done convincing, I was able to get Nancy to agree. A few pictures later, walking back inside to the Post, Nancy stopped.

“Can we not develop those?”

“I think we should. Why do you think we shouldn’t?”

“I don’t think I'll be good in them anyways.”

I scoffed and opened the door, Nancy and I walked to the developing room.

“I think you looked great in them, and Jonathan can put that to the test.”

Nancy still disagreed and we put the camera back in its resting place.

“You should think about it, besides you’re beautiful. I don’t know why you should be worried.” I said, walking away from Nancy.

“I don’t know…I’ll ask Jonathan later.”

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Hi it’s dany, and I wanted to make a take on these beautiful beings so I hope I did some justice :)

Anyways thank you for reading, please follow, like and reblog if you did enjoy it! <3

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dadsbongos · 2 years

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What if you did a pt 2 to slumber party 👀👀👀

Maybe reader & Chrissy’s picnic & they end up scissoring 👀👀👀

it's good to be answering the ole inbox again

392 words

Warnings - read the request ig (smut), slumber party part 1 (not necessary to read before this)

Chrissy stands before you. She lifts her skirt - perky and pink and pleated - teasingly slow. Her lithe fingers pluck up the material, her chest heaving and cheeks flushed full rouge. She gnaws her bottom lip when your hands meet her thighs, thumbs pressing into the meat of her inner thighs.

Her giggles are precious as she finally brings up the front of her skirt entirely.

“No panties?” you grin and she tucks her knees close, they knock against your shoulders shyly, “Whore.”

“I wanted to impress you,” she pouts, hand settling over your forehead affectionately and pushing so you're sitting down.

“Well, I’m very impressed, baby,” you lift up, onto your knees, and kiss Chrissy’s hipbone, “Very scandalous, you’ve changed.”

“In good ways, though,” she insists, kneeling in front of you and cupping your cheeks, “I wanna try something I saw.”

Chrissy sits half-on-you, one of her legs thrown over your hip and pressing her pudgy clit to yours. She’s whining sweetly into your mouth. She tastes like strawberries.

Her cunt swipes over yours - harder, more determined than her initial presses.

She hums. Moans. Mumbles and whispers and then, “good, so, so good.”

Your hand is wrenched lovingly in her hair to hold her face to yours as the tingle in your cunt swells up to the bowl of your gut. Wetness drips down the gutters of your hips and patches at the picnic blanket below you. Fruits and sandwiches long abandoned in favor of Chrissy’s newfound freedom.

Sunset in purples and pinks and oranges flesh out the way her hips work and spread her lips into the junction of yours. She gasps when your clits lock - sticky and wet - and nudge past each other. Glossy lips move and kiss along your jaw, desperate for contact, skin, your skin.

Her hips jerk and spike, hands tight on you. She likes this. She likes this a whole lot more than anything she did with Jason.

Your tits bounce beneath your shirt as her bucking hips grow increasingly frantic, her hands fly to your chest and paw at your boobs. Her warm palms sink beneath your shirt, prying under the wire of your bra and spread across your plush flesh and you’re eager to arch your back to her desire.

Yes, she likes this a whole lot more than anything before. This might be heaven (and if it isn’t, then maybe heaven isn’t worth it).

#chrissy cunningham x reader #chrissy cunningham x you #chrissy cunningham x y/n #chrissy x reader #chrissy x y/n #chrissy cunningham #chrissy cunningham smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #chrissy.🍑#anon chatter :)

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Imagine being Chrissy's sister and trying to stop Jason from hurting Lucas

You just wanted to move on and mourn your sister’s death in peace, but Jason was making that impossible. At first you tried to ignore his behavior writing it off as his way of coping with Chrissy’s death. But you drew the line when he showed up at the town’s meeting. Giving some speech about Eddie and his Hellfire club being some satanic cult who murdered your sister as part of some ritual. While you and Eddie were by no means best friends or anything. You knew him better than your sister did, and knew that deep down inside. Eddie Munson was just one big softie with a big heart who loved to play tabletop roleplaying games. He wasn’t capable of murder, and if he did ever kill someone. Chrissy would the last person on his list, but most importantly you had the knowledge that Jason was so desperately seeking. That would explain just exactly why Chrissy had been at Eddie’s trailer in the first place.

Chrissy confided in you about the nightmares, but downplayed just how serious they were. You didn’t tell Jason about them or her choosing to turn to drugs to stop them. Because you figured eventually he would give up his little crusade to bring Eddie to justice, and also you were afraid he would turn his rage on you. After all you were the one who told her Eddie was her safest option to getting the drugs she was looking for. You led her right to him but only because you knew Eddie could be trusted.

When you confronted Jason about trying to hurt Eddie in the lake that night. He broke down and told exactly what he witnessed that night. What happened to his friend how is body shot up into the air and just floated there. Until his bones started cracking and snapping by the power of some invisible deadly force. He buried his face into your shoulder sobbing. You held him believing this is exactly what he needed to really move on and began the healing process. He had been through too much losing his girlfriend and a good friend in just a few days. Of course he was going a little crazy.

You thought that night would be the end of it. Not realizing how wrong you were until Eddie called you pleading for you to do something about your sister’s deluded boyfriend. Who confronted Nancy Wheeler in Warzone a shop that held a endless supply of weapons of all kind. If Jason and his team were hanging out there then nothing good could come out of what they were planning next. You wanted nothing more than to just stay out of it, but was terrified that someone else was going to get hurt.

And when you managed to breakthrough the door to the attic. Your heart stopped as your eyes landed on Jason beating Lucas relentlessly. No matter how hard Lucas hit back Jason wouldn’t stop. The younger boy’s hits were hardly doing any damage the crazed bloodlust look in Jason’s eyes told you everything. You needed to know the boy had finally lost his mind and was trying to kill the members of Hellfire Club. You noticed Max sitting in the middle of the room stuck in some type of trance, but your main focus was stopping Jason. He slammed Lucas into the wall, wrapped both of his hands around his throat, and started squeezing.

“Jason that's enough” You shouted rushing over to grab his shoulder. It took a while but eventually his brain registered your voice calling out his name. His head turned so he could look you in the eyes over his shoulder. “Get out of here y/n this has nothing to do with you.”

“Like hell it doesn't you’re trying to kill him in my sister's name. She wouldn’t want you doing this Jason.” You gather up a fistful of his letterman jacket and started tugging on it as hard as you could. “Let him go Jase you’re killing him.”

Lucas started doing his best to fight back hoping with you intervening. It would give him the chance to break free and gain the upper hand. But none of his attempts were successful Jason was just too strong.

“How could you say that y/n. They killed Chrissy I trusted this guy Sinclair was probably the one who led her to them.” With those words Jason turned his full attention back on Lucas his grip tightening. “Is that why you really joined the basketball team Sinclair? Because that freak Eddie told you to so he could get to Chrissy.”

This wasn't good you needed a better plan something to get Jason to focus on you. So you did the one thing that you should’ve done from the start before all this got out of hand. “It wasn’t him Jase it was me dammit I led Chrissy to Eddie.” You confessed tears falling from your eyes as a force slammed into your left cheek so hard. Your body flew to the ground on impact.

Jason loomed over you waiting for you to recover to look up at him before speaking. “What did you just say?”

Behind him you could see Lucas was hunched over on all fours coughing, and trying to get air back in his lungs. “It was me Jase I-

“Don’t call me that anymore you’ve lost that privilege.” Jason yelled leaning down his arms reached out. You crawled backwards but stopped when your back hit something.

“Jason please stop this she was my sister I loved her. I was trying to help her” You pleaded holding your hands up.

“You’re the reason she’s dead, they got in your head and made you do it didn’t they?”

“No one got in my head Chrissy was having trouble with nightmares and thought drugs would help get rid of them” You insisted.

Jason snapped and was reaching out to grab you when a hand grabbed him by the shoulder, and swung him around. A fist collided with his jaw and sent him stumbling back, but before he could recover his body was pulled back upright. So he could take another punch to the face Lucas kept wailing on him until finally one last haymaker had Jason sprawled out on the floor. You stayed put arms wrapped around knees trying to hold the tears back.

Lucas was bent over his hands on his knees out of breath from the fight. It took him a minute but once he was okay his eyes caught yours.

“Was it my fault?” You whispered

“What?” He asked your voice so quiet he didn’t hear the question.

“Is Chrissy dead because of me?” You asked voice loud and clear this time.

“Y/N no none of this you, or Eddie I promise” Lucas told you stumbling over to sit beside you.

You let out a small cry leaning back to look at the ceiling as the tears started falling from your eyes like a waterfall.

#stranger things imagine #lucas sinclair x reader #lucas sinclair imagine #chrissy x reader #chrissy imagine #jason carver

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bubblegumfrosting · 2 years

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Cherries and Vanilla

Pairing: Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader

Type: Fluff

Summary: You’ve been best friends with Chrissy since freshman year but recently you couldn’t ignore your true feelings for her.

Warnings: Mentions of homophobia, mentions of bulimia

A/n: As a femme bisexual who is attracted to femmes this warms my heart!! I love writing girly stuff and this fic is so adorable!!

Chrissy is your best friend and it’s been that way since freshman year. The two of you do everything together, she’s so easy to get along with and she makes you feel appreciated. You were the only person she opened up to about her bulimia and you never left her side.

Junior year is the year you discovered your feelings for Chrissy extended that of friendship. You’d always get distracted at cheer practice because you couldn’t help but admire her. Every time she twirled the air was filled with her sweet vanilla perfume, the one you gave her for her birthday. The way she did your makeup before a game leaves you yearning to feel more of her touch. How your heart would skip a beat when she put her head on your lap. This is how you knew you were in love with your best friend.

You knew others who were attracted to the same sex like your friend Robin but it didn’t make your situation any less stressful. You knew how people would look at you if they found out. How would she look at you?

To make matters worse, she’s dating Jason, Hawkins High’s very own stereotypical jock. They are the it couple of the school and everyone is jealous of their relationship, everyone including you.

What did she see in that douche? He’s always out with his friends or at basketball practice. Jason never makes time for Chrissy, she deserves better, she deserves someone who appreciates her like how you appreciate her. But if Jason ever found out how you felt about Chrissy he’d never let her see you again.

So here you were comforting Chrissy who was crying because Jason bailed on her again, “He promised Y/n!”, she sobbed as you held her in your arms.

You were in Chrissy’s room sitting on her floral duvet as Blondie plays softly in the background, “I’m so sorry Chris, you don’t deserve this.”, your fingers brush through her blonde hair.

She pulls away and wipes her tears, how could she be so pretty even when she cries, “Let’s go out.”, she sniffles.

“Hmm..Dairy Queen?”, you asked.

“You know me so well Y/n/n!”, she smiled and grabbed your hand dragging you down the stairs and out of the house.

The two of you giggled and laughed as you walked towards the destination. The once solemn atmosphere was replaced by a warm glow, a glow only she could create.

By the time you guys arrived at Dairy Queen it was late and the sun was barley in the sky. No one else was there, just you and her. In order to save money Chrissy got one large sundae to share. Seeing her eat make you happy.

Since Dairy Queen only has an outdoor patio you shivered under the cold breeze. Chrissy scooted closer to you and put her head on your shoulder, “I feel like you’re the only person who’s there for me.”, she said and grabbed you hand to interlock it with hers.

You set the sundae down next to you, “Don’t say that Chris, so many people love you and care for you.”, she nuzzled her head closer into you.

“But no one cares about me as much as you do.”, you blushed at her words and she continued, “I’d rather be dating you than Jason.”.

You froze, did she just say that in a “you’re my best friend and I love you” sorta way or “I romantically like you” sorta way?

“Wh-what do you mean by that?”, you said in a hushed voice. Chrissy looked up at you and suddenly you felt her soft lips on yours. You tasted her cherry lipgloss and reminisce of vanilla ice cream. You both melted into the kiss, melted into each other.

She pulled back, “Is this okay?”,.

“More than okay.”, you smiled and pulled her into another kiss, it was gentle yet heated. Her hand rested just under your skirt on your exposed thigh, your arms draped over her shoulders and met each other behind her neck.

When the kiss ended you got the courage to speak up, “Chrissy, I like you…romantically.”, she brushed your hair to the side.

“I know, I’ve been too nervous to say anything.”, she looked up at the stars and you did the same.

“So do you feel the same way? Or did our friendship become really awkward?”, you said the last part under your breath.

Chrissy grabbed your chin to look at her, “Of course I feel the same way, how could I not fall in love with you.”. She stood up and you followed her.

“What about Jason?”, she laughed and rolled her eyes.

“What about him? I don’t need him now that I have the prettiest girl in the whole school.”, your heart quickened at that statement.

“I think we both know you’re the prettiest.”, you teased.

Chrissy stole a quick kiss on your lips, “Race you home?”.

“Oh you’re on, and don’t expect me to go easy on you because you’re cute.”, Chrissy started running and you followed close behind.

Both you and Chrissy could be heard laughing and yelling by everyone as you ran back to her home. People may see you as friends but you both know you’re lovers.

#chrissy cunningham #chrissy cunningham x reader #chrissy cunningham x y/n #chrissy x reader #Chrissy x y/n #wlw #chrissy deserved better #chrissy this is for you #strangerthings oneshot #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things #lesbian #femme #girls like girls #Chrissy cunningham/reader

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royalty-unknown · 2 years

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Accidents Happen

Mommy! Chrissy x Daddy! Eddie x Little!reader

Requested by:@pillowcolorsstuff

Summary: Shifting in school was bad, but having an accident was even worse.

WARNINGS!!: Pull-up use, crying, Accidental slipping, Accidently going potty, Teacher being a meanie, Fluff

The request just wanted mommy Chrissy and daddy Eddie that’s all and they said I can do anything with it! Hope you like it!

You were upset at the fact that the teacher wouldn’t let you go to the bathroom. He didn’t have a reason for you not to, he just didn’t want you to go, you thought. Chrissy and Eddie were in the same class as you, There being 8 rows of desk you being in the 7th, Chissy being in the 8th and Eddie being in the 6th (See what I did there?) all being in front of each other. You squirmed trying to hold it in even though it felt like your bladder was stabbing you over and over again with a dagger. You started to slip and tears formed in your eye’s, You mommy gently rubbing your back as an attempt to try to calm you down.

There was 5 mins left of class but you couldn’t hold it you had to go so bad and that’s when you started bouncing trying your very hardest not to go potty on yourself, You had told your mommy and daddy that morning that you didn;t need a pull up because you weren’t going to slip but you did accidentally. By the time you stopped thinking the 5 mins were up and the bell rang but the moment it did you zoomed out of class hearing the teacher say the ‘The bell doesn’t dismiss you I do.’ but you were already in the bathroom. You put your stuff on a hook and immediately went to a stall and tried to pull your pants down but your belt was in the way and you couldn’t unbuckle it so you slowly slid down the stall wall and started crying.

The frustration of not being able to go to potty, The pain form not being able to go potty, and your mommy and daddy not being here all because of your stupid teacher. You had to go so bad so you tried again but you couldn’t take the damn belt off. You didn’t mean to go potty on yourself, it just happened and there was now a puddle pooling around your feet. You were crying until you heard the bathroom door being pushed open and the sound of your mommy and daddy’s voice “little one are you ok?” Eddie said, him and Chrissy walking towards the stall that you were in both stopping when they saw a light tint yellow puddle on the floor and hearing your cries. “Poor baby, y/n can you open the door for mommy and daddy please..”

Chrissy asked as Eddie went to get your change of clothes from his bag with a pull up. “A-are c-chu and dadda mwad at me” You asked “no no baby never why would we be mad?” Eddie said with concern and confusion. “B-bwecause I’s sway I’s no need a pull up bwut I dwid and I went potty ons mwyself..I’s sorry I’s no mean to I’s juwust cwoudn’t get mwy bwelt o-off” you said already in tears “Baby we promise we aren't mad please open the door..” Chrissy said in a gentle comforting tone. You opened the door looking down at the floor still crying as the door was pushed open and your daddy gently grabbed your hand so he can walk you out of the puddle

and hugged you making sure your lower half won't touch him, Naturally he wouldn’t care but you were at school and he didn’t want to smell like pee. “Sh shh it’s ok daddy and mommy’s here.” He softly said while holding your hand and walking out the bathroom making sure no one saw you like this and Chrissy grabbed yours and his stuff following closely to cover your bottom just in case someone was walking by. Eddie walked you to his van and opened the back laying you down and slipping your bottoms off and you whined at the feeling of the cold air “Sh sh baby I’ll make it quick” Eddie said while chrissy played with your hair “It’s ok baby accidents happen” Chrissy said and she leaned down to kiss your forehead as Eddie gently wiped your your princess parts and lover half making sure to get everything. After that he then put a pull up on you putting powder in it first then he put your bottoms on which was a skirt and took your shirt off and put a white onesie on you strapping it between your legs then smiling at you. “All done bunny” He said and you giggled as he sat you up and kissed your nose. You all decided on just skipping and going to chrissy’s house and you spent the rest of the the day being reassured that it was not your fault,Cuddled, watching movies, and held by your two mose wonderful caregivers!

Word Count: 967

Hi my kittens! Please let me know about your thoughts and opinions but in a respectful manner. This request was different from others because the person just wanted mommy chrissy and daddy eddie and just said I can do anything I wan’t! This request was very fun to write and I do hope to receive more from you and others and I will hope to improve as I go and continue writing stories! But anyways hope you're drinking 1-4 water bottles/cups of water and eating at least 1-2 meals a day! Until the next one my fellow Victims~

Your Friendly Neighborhood,

☢Killer Bunny☢

#age regression #daddy!eddie #little!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x chrissy cunningham #chrissy x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #pull up diaper #agere sfw #Reading with bunny

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