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corrodedhawkins · 2 years

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Okay I know your requests are closed but if you ever find the ✨motivation✨ to write a piece about Eddie getting w a librarian-eque chick (aka shy-ish. Quiet-ish. Glasses. Maybe wears like pantyhose and skirts er something “conservative”) and he’s totally surprised that she’s a fuggin F R E A K and not at all mousy as she seems….that would be stellar 🙇🏻‍♀️

I hate u (no I don’t) I heard librarian and ran with it

CW: 18+ (minors DNI) language, shy but eventual perv!reader, manhandling, semi-public sex (library, though it’s closed), spit, degradation, praise, slight overstimulation, oral (m! and f! receiving), cum swallowing

“Hey pretty girl”, Eddie whispers into your ear, grabbing you around the waist from behind to pull you close into his chest.

You jump, heart thumping wildly in your before you realize it’s only your boyfriend.

“You asshole”, you laugh breathlessly, elbowing him in the rib.

“Ow!”, he shrieks, letting go of you to dramatically hold his side.

“Shh!”, you hiss, eyes widening. Your hand comes up to cover his mouth as you strain to listen for the inevitable, your asshole manager Eric reprimanding you the hundredth time tonight.

Eddie shakes his head, dislodging your hand from his mouth. “He’s already gone, babe. “He passed me on my way in. It’s just me and you.”

You let out a relieved sigh, “thank the lord.” Turning back to your work, you start to shelve the books from the full cart at your side.

He crowds into your space again, backing you up against one of the stacks. With one hand on your jaw, the other resting on your tight-covered thigh, he trails his way up under your skirt. He kisses you hungrily, tongue tracing your bottom lip until you open and tangle your tongue with his.

Giving into it for a moment, you get lost in the kiss before you’re pulling away, pressing your hand to his chest. “Babe, we can’t. I need to finish closing up.”

You want to. You really really want to, but you can’t help but be nervous. The relationship with Eddie was still pretty fresh, finally made official after a year of being best friends.

But you wanted him so badly, all the time. The things you wanted to do with him made you feel hot all over, uneasy at your very core at the thought of him judging you for it. You had always been pretty shy and quiet, having trouble voicing what you want.

So, you had stuck to sweet, almost chaste make out sessions, your nerves always stopping you before you went any further.

Eddie pouts, hand falling from your thigh as he nods. “No, you’re right. I—sorry.” He steps away, hands fidgeting with his rings.

“No! Don’t apologize”, you say, grabbing the sleeve of his jacket. You take a deep breath, trying to be brave. “Maybe you could help me put these away, then we could…y’know?”

His eyes widen, sputtering out a, “yeah, okay”, before grabbing an armful of books to put away.

Three minutes later Eddie returns, arms empty as he rocks back and forth on his heels impatiently. “I’m all finished.”

“And they’re all in the correct spot?”, you ask without turning away from your task.

Eddie puts his hand on his chest in mock offense. “Well, of course I did”, he promises.

You shoot a questioning look over your shoulder at him.

He sighs, “fine. I’ll fix them later.”

“Thank you”, you say, turning back to the shelves. “I’ll be done in a second.”

Moving in behind you, he wraps his arms around your waist as he buries his face your neck, pressing messy kisses there.

You try unsuccessfully to stifle the shiver that runs through you at his touch, Eddie chuckling into your ear as he pulls you back into his chest.

When he grinds his growing erection into your ass you gasp, pushing back into him. He groans, spinning you around to face him. His hand cups your jaw, fingers threading themselves into your hair.

You laugh when he accidentally jostles the frames of your glasses, now sitting crookedly on your face. He reaches up to pluck them off of you, folding and placing them on the shelf over your shoulder.

Pulling you back in, he grips your thigh again, fingertips dancing up up up until he’s palming your ass under your skirt.

Before you know what’s happening, Eddie’s hoisting you up to sit on the book cart, shoving his way between your legs to slot his hips against yours. He kisses you, rough and desperate, making your head spin.

You can’t help but groan loud and needy into his mouth at being manhandled, the way he just placed you exactly where he wanted made your core throb and weep.

Eddie files the sound you make away for later, focusing on getting you undressed for now. His hands slip underneath your sweater, inching up your back to rake his nails softly over your skin.

Shivering at the touch, you pull him in closer, hand fisted in his threadbare Iron Maiden shirt. Once he’s as close as possible, you get your hands under his shirt, muttering “off” against his lips until he pulls it up and over his head.

He does the same to you, hands bunched in the hem of your sweater, pausing for a moment to give you time to protest. When you don’t, he pulls it off quickly, discarded on the worn carped.

Eddie’s hands are all over you once your sweater is off, fingers trailing up your sides, over your rib cage, scratching softly at your back before hovering over the clasp of your bra.

“Okay?”, he murmurs, breaking the kiss to mouth at the hinge of your jaw.

“Yeah”, you confirm breathlessly, pulling him back in to kiss him hungrily.

He unhooks your bra, easing the straps down your arms until you’re left bare, only for a moment before Eddie’s big, warm hands are cupping your chest.

Moaning into his mouth when his thumb circles your nipple, you gasp when he rolls and pinches it between his fingers.

He fucks his tongue into your mouth when you open wide to gasp, curling it against yours as he ruts into the apex of your thighs.

You can feel him, hot and hard against your core. Skirt rucked up around your hips, his bulge presses directly into the crotch of your tights, the wet spot there growing by the minute.

His lips travel down to your neck, kissing and licking your throat down to your collarbone before leaning down and circling a nipple with his tongue.

Your chest heaves as your practically shove his face into your tits, crying out as his stubble scrapes against your sensitive skin.

Your fingers thread through his hair, holding on tightly. “Eddie, please”, you whimper.

His mouth detaches from your nipple with a soft pop, looking up at you with those brown eyes that make you melt. “Please, what?”

Inhaling shakily, you take your hand and cup his jean-clad bulge, “please, want you.”

Eddie groans, hips bucking up into your hand as he leans in to kiss you feverishly.

“You’re sure?”, he asks, pressing one last kiss to your lips before pulling back to look at you.

Nodding, you smile softly. “M’sure.”

A wide grin spreads across his face, hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb tracing your cheekbone.

“I wanna take care of you first, if that’s okay?”

Letting out a bark of laughter, you nod. “I’m not going to say no to that.”

With one last peck to your lips he’s pulling away, grabbing the band of your tights and pulling them down your legs slowly, knocking your boots off in the process.

He falls to his knees and looks up at you, making sure to catch your eye before placing a soft kiss to the inside of your now bare knee. Holding eye contact, he kisses slowly up your thigh until he’s inches from your clothed pussy.

Eddie’s tongue flicks out to lick at the growing wet spot on your panties, and you buck up into his mouth before you can stop yourself.

“So needy”, he chuckles, tongue wetting your panties further as he nudges your clit with the tip of his tongue through the fabric.

“C’mon”, you whine, trying to get him to take them off and lick you properly.

He laughs into the meat of your inner thigh, glancing up at you playfully. “Say please.”

“Please”, you ask sweetly.

Eddie nods, fingers wrapping around the band of your panties. “Good girl.”

The moan that rips it’s way from your throat is involuntary, the second you hear yourself your cheeks go red, face throbbing with embarrassment.

He freezes, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “Yeah?”, he asks as he rids you of your panties, parting your lips with his thumbs. “You wanna be my good girl?”

“Mmhm”, you hum, eyes not quite able to meet his gaze.

Eddie dives in, burying his face in your cunt, sucking and licking and moaning against your slick folds.

Your head falls back, jaw going slack as you get lost in the pleasure.

His tongue circles your clit before he wraps his lips around the bud to suck, pulling back to spit on it before doing it all over again.

It’s so fucking dirty, you want to cringe and squirm away but you can’t. This is everything you’ve ever wanted, everything you’ve wished you were brave enough to ask for.

The lewd sounds of his lips and tongue slurping up your wetness echoes through the large room, and you’re grateful your manager had left before Eddie had accosted you. There was no way you’d have a job if he heard the sounds you two were making.

His mouth leaves your clit, replaced with his fingers as his tongue fucks into your dripping hole.

You’re rocking down onto his tongue, voice already hoarse with use as you moan and pant and plead for him to make you cum.

“Fingers”, you beg. “Need your fingers. Wanna cum.”

Thankfully he listens, two fingers curling into your hole as his mouth settles back onto your clit, sucking and nipping at the swollen bud.

You cry out, rocking against his face as your orgasm builds and builds until it crashes over you, legs quaking as he licks you through it.

Once you push him off, overstimulated and trembling, he stands and undoes his belt and buttons, shoving the front of his boxers down to free his cock.

He wraps his hand around it with a groan, hissing when his fist finally meets the base where he squeezes firmly to calm himself.

Once you’ve stopped shaking, your hand reaches out, hand wrapping around his on his cock.

“Please”, is all you can say before he’s sinking into you, pace slow and deep and quite possibly the best thing you’ve ever felt.

He buries his face in your neck, moaning as he fucks into you, hips grinding once he’s all the way inside.

You pull him in for a messy kiss, teeth and tongue meeting as you struggle to breathe, chest heaving with how good it feels.

Suddenly he lifts you, hauling you up into his arms as he backs you up against one of the large bookcases, legs wrapping around him as he thrusts into you.

You wail, nails raking down his back and shoulders as he fucks you against the stacks, moving with every thrust.

“I knew you liked this”, Eddie growls into your ear. “Knew you got off on being manhandled. You like being thrown around and used exactly the way I want?”

By now your shyness is out the window, nerves gone as you take his cock, hot and hard, so deep inside you’re going to be feeling this for days.

“Yes”, you cry, head falling back to smack against the row of hardcovers. “Throw me around. Use me, I’m yours. Just a fucking hole for you to use.”

“Jesus fuck”, Eddie laughs breathlessly, hips snapping into you harder. “You’re fuckin’ perfect. Such a perfect slut for me to use.”

He can feel you clenching around him, pussy gripping him so tight it’s hard to pull back out before thrusting back in. “You getting close?”

All you can do is nod into his shoulder, whimpering as you feel your muscles seize, your orgasm seconds away.

“Cum. Be a good girl and cum.”

You’re gone, back arching, legs and arms tightening around him as you let out a silent cry, pleasure ripping through you so violently you’re scared for a second you’ll pass out.

Though he does slow his thrusts, he doesn’t stop, fucking your spasming cunt until you can’t take it.

“Stop”, you gasp, untangling your legs from around Eddie’s hips, trying to get down.

He sets you down onto your feet immediately, eyes full of concern as he asks you what’s wrong.

“Wanna taste you”, you murmur as you sink to your knees.

The sound Eddie makes when he understands what you mean is pathetic, a loud, broken whine escaping his chest as he thrusts up into your mouth as soon as it slides down around his length.

“Oh fuck. Fuck—baby. So fucking good. You’re so fuckin’ good”, he babbles. His hips rut up, forcing himself deep until your nose touches the thatch of curls at the base of his cock.

You bob up and down on his length, pulling back now and then to spit on the tip of his cock, smirking when Eddie groans particularly loud.

His hands are on your shoulders, trying to pull you up. “Baby. Babybaby—gonna cum.”

You hum, long and loud, to let him know you’re aware and you’re not stopping, and that’s all it takes for him to cum, spurt after spurt of cum sliding down your throat.

You lick and suck until he’s spent, his softening cock falling from your lips with a soft pop.

Eddie laughs, loud and booming, so suddenly that you startle from your spot on your knees on the dingy library carpet.

He shoots out a hand to haul you onto your feet, pulling you in for a kiss that he chuckles through.

“Where the fuck did that come from?”, he asks.

Laughing sheepishly, you lower your head as you turn away.

“Nope. Uh-uh. You can’t get shy now”, he says, turning you back around to face him. “I was unaware my girlfriend was such a freak.”

Your mouth opens to answer, but you’re interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing, having fallen from the book cart earlier.

The screen flashes Eric’s and you accept the call, rolling your eyes as you smile at Eddie. You put the phone on speaker, grabbing your clothes to start dressing.

“Are you done?”, the booming voice of your manager rings through the room.

“What?”, you ask, confused.

“You cannot be this fucking stupid”, he sighs. “There are cameras in the library. Just leave now and I promise not to save it for my personal collection.”

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ash5monster01 · 10 months

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I Can See You

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of smut, language, lust, mentions of heart break

Summary: Based on Taylor Swift’s Speak Now vault track I Can See You. In layman’s terms, you can’t deny your attraction towards Charlie despite your best attempts not to and you can’t seem to stop yourself from imagining the two of you together.

word count: 2,506

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Welton had a strict rule against relations between male and female students. Ever since Welton had become co-ed there was absolutely no tolerance for any funny business between the students or the school will no longer allow the different genders intermingle. Yet that never stopped Charlie Dalton. He still did his best attempt at flirting with each and every female student in his age range. It was Gods gift when they allowed female students his freshman year. Nothing like being at the butt end of puberty and having a sea of females to choose from.

You had been the first to catch his eye, he liked how you had long hair that swayed across your entire back despite Nolan having a rule of three inches past the shoulder and nothing more. The long hair a clear sign of disobeying rules and he adored you for that. Even more when you went without pantyhose and Mr. Mcallister had to give you detention. As much as you hated to admit it you liked Charlie Dalton too. You had become friends after telling yourself to avoid him at all costs.

Charlie wasn’t ever really a friend though, and everyone knew it. You’d study in the library, knees touching even though you had an entire table of space. Nolan may of had a rule of no relations and you had followed it, truly, but if anyone saw the way you two looked at each other they all knew not a thought behind those eyes went along with that rule. So you had to settle for soft glances, quick brushes, and all the words you wanted to say wrapped up into a single look, and pray to God that the other knew exactly what you were saying when your eyes met.

It was like this for a while, that’s was until Molly Kepler. You were on your way to study with Charlie, excited to pass him a pencil so your hands could touch, yet you were met with an empty table. So you dropped your things and began to search the stacks for the boy when you saw a flash of the short blonde curls, and manicured hand wrapped possessively around your Charlie’s neck. A small gasp met your mouth and both heads snapped towards you, tears filled your eyes but you knew it was no use letting them fall. After all he was never really yours because it was against the rules. So you ran away, grabbed your things, and never studied with Charlie Dalton again.

It hurt that Charlie never tried to speak to you. It felt as if he had given up completely because he found someone willing to go against the rule despite mucking it up for everyone if they got caught. The boys never said anything either, you figured they knew he would mess it up at some point. So you went back to the way life was before him. You tried to get over him, really, but no other boy in the school had yet to cast your attention. So when he passed in the hall, eyes locking with yours, your heart would clench every time, even though it had happened Freshman year. Going into Junior year you told yourself it wouldn’t be that way, you wouldn’t allow him to have that affect

Then you saw him, but his eyes never met yours, they ignored you completely, and suddenly his shoulder was brushing past you, an electric touch igniting you and seemingly doing nothing to him. You figured he thought you couldn’t see him. Turning you watched as he walked away, immersed into a conversation with Knox, and even though everything between you had been unspoken you could still see him. You still knew exactly who he was, and longed for the things you wished the two of you could share. You wondered what he would do if you tried to touch him now, wondered what he would do if you could guarantee they’d never catch you, what he would do if you both never made a sound?

The students in the hallway cleared out, moving into classrooms, hustling to avoid demerits, but Charlie and Knox had stopped, their conversation flowing freely as Charlie leisurely leaned against the wall, a demerit not even on the forefront of his mind. Before you could stop it an image of you two pressed up against that exact wall, his fingers curled through your own, hot breaths fanning across each other, quickly you closed your eyes and moved into a classroom, missing how Charlie glanced down the hall and noticed your departure. He wondered what you would do if you knew he could see you too.

You had tried to keep thing’s professional between you two. You really did, that’s why you never made a move freshman year. Now you were older, the attraction clearer and more desperate. You worried you couldn’t fight it any longer. Something had changed and you liked it, which made it so much harder to avoid. Thing was you were never really good about following rules. Now Charlie was in your head, consuming you completely, and you weren’t sure you could pass the semester like this. It had already been a month, him ignoring you every time you passed, and it was all you had thought about, schoolwork not even a concern.

So you went for a walk, trying to clear your head, while the other students studied together or in the library. The quiet halls once a safe haven before you had an image of you and Charlie pressed against the wall to taint it. As if you summoned him he appeared in your sight, about to brush past, and avoid eye contact at all costs. Yet as if you weren’t in control at all your hand gripped his wrist, stopping him in place. Maybe it was just because you were alone, or you were crazy, or maybe you just needed a reason to get him out of your head, but you stopped him anyway.

You both stood there for a moment, facing directions of where you should just walk away, play it safe. Yet the part of you that lusted after him made you turn your head and for the first time this year you locked eyes, heart thumping quickly. As you searched each others eyes you both saw it, the longing for one another. You could still tell exactly what he was saying with just one look. You figured you were about to get an answer to the question of what would he do if you touched him now?

“Are you sure?” his raspy voice asked, deeper than it was freshman year and hungry with need for you.

“It's best that we move fast and keep quiet” was your only response and he nodded, tucking his bottom lip in as you tugged him down the hall. You knew the teachers kept a watchful eye over you but it was possible. There was the 5% chance you could sneak away into a room without getting caught.

“I thought you didn’t want to risk getting caught?” Charlie always assumed despite your feelings you’d never do anything with him, you needed to stay at the school more than you needed him. He was wrong.

“I thought you weren’t worth the risk but now I know I was wrong. I can’t stop seeing us together, you won't believe half the things I see inside my head” you earnestly told him as you tugged him into the coat room. Luckily the weather was still warm enough in Vermont, the chills of October bound to come by the end of the week, but still warm enough to not need a jacket.

“Wait 'til you see half the things that haven’t happened yet” Charlie said, shrugging his uniform Jacket on the floor. Your head tipped back against the wall, you tried to calm your heart rate because you had imagined what that looked like and now it was happening right in front of you.

What would you do if I went to touch you now?

What would you do if they never found us out?

What would you do if we never made a sound?

“I’m interested in what you saw in your head?” Charlie asked, sauntered towards you until he pressed flush against you. You let out a soft hum, trying not to let your thoughts run wild as he asked you this question.

“I saw you waitin' down the hall from me and I could see you up against the wall with me. I could see you throw your jacket on the floor. I could see you make me want you even more. I could only see you” at your admittance a sly smile crossed the lips of the boy, his hands curling up behind your head as his pelvis leaned his full weight against you on the wall.

“I can see you too” then suddenly his mouth was on yours, a sharp inhale between the two of you, breathing in the others air like it was the only way you could properly breathe. Your hands tugged him by his tie closer as his own ran through your hair. His lips were softer than you expected, brushing across yours light as feathers but their touch heavy with pleasure. You took a moment to experience each sensation, the soft press of his hands on the back of your head, the small hums of contentment that left his mouth, how his uniformed shirt scratched against your own. You should’ve broken the rules sooner.

You had imagined kissing Charlie hundreds of times. Back when you were just two innocent kids in the library to now. If you asked Freshman you she’d never guess it happened hidden away in the coat room with tension you could cut with a knife. As Charlie’s tongue dipped inside your mouth a small squeak left your lips and he promised he’d memorize it, because you were the only girl really worth kissing around here. The only girl he ever really planned on kissing. He wished every day he could tell you that Molly Kepler had come into him, that he was looking for a book Neil told him you might like. That what you saw gave you the wrong idea, but how could he when he wasn’t really sure if you two were ever a thing.

“I never thought this would happen” Charlie muttered, pulling back, his lips trailing down your throat. You gave him a small slap as he nipped a bit to hard, you were nervous he’d leave marks. He only chuckled at the action, enjoying it a bit too much.

“Me either” you finally told him, your hand leaving his neck tie to run through his champagne brown locks.

“What made you change your mind?” Charlie asked, pecking small kisses on your face, finishing at the tip of your nose.

“You ignore me in the hall. You used to look at me but now you just brush past as if I was nothing. I don’t like how that feels” you told him, his hands leaving your hair to hold you by your waist.

“I don’t look because it hurts too much. I hate myself for still missing you after all this time. I told myself that if I stopped longing after you I could start to move on” each word wrapped tightly around your heart, squeezing it in a hug, warming your bloodstream.

“They’re watching us, so keep quiet, don’t get caught, and keep your hands off other girls” you told him after the words finally settled and you seared them permanently into your heart.

“Are you claiming me as your own?” the boy teased, face moving towards yours.

“You always were Charlie” you grinned at him and at that he had all the more reason to kiss you again, loving how you tasted like strawberries but smelled like roses. His forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden, and he was going to do anything he could to keep you.

Suddenly the bell rang and quickly you unlocked your lips from his, eyes wide. Charlie admired how your lips were swollen pink, eyes slightly glossy, and hair a bit frazzled. He wished he could take a picture and keep it forever. Then you were rushing out his arms and towards the door. “Wait”

“Charlie the bell rang, we’ll get caught” you whispered and he groaned, hand holding your wrist.

“Please, one more minute?” he pouted like a child but you shook your head, removing his grip from your hand.

“We’ll be caught, until next time” you quickly pecked his lips, hands straightening your hair and uniform, and slipping out the door before he could protest anymore.

Finding alone time without getting caught was deemed impossible. At least you had started to study together again, your knees brushing having to hold you over. You weren’t as daring as Molly Kepler to make out in the stacks. So you had to settle for even the shortest of moments, a small peck when everyone’s head was turned. Then Friday rolled around and as Charlie walked into the classroom, handsome as ever in his uniformed suit and tie, a note slipped onto your desk. You looked up to see a devious grin as he continued to his seat as if he did nothing at all.

‘Meet me tonight

coatroom

-Charlie’

Your heart sped up, nerves prickling at your skin, but excitement bellowing in your stomach. You hadn’t expected that reaction. The risk of getting caught giving you an adrenaline rush. It made you regret not doing this sooner. The excitement surrounding sneaking around was more fun than you had read in your books. So you kept the note on you all day, anxiously waiting for lights out so you could make your way to the coat room. You worried how Charlie would sneak out considering the boys had to get past the watch dog. Yet he still appeared, quiet as a mouse in the darkness of the coat room.

“You made it” you whispered, a smile covering your face. Charlie smiled right back, hands curling around your own.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” then he was kissing you and he knew you would never tell, a secret pair of lovers.

“I could see you being my addiction” you whispered, eyes still closed from the perfect kiss. “It’s like I’m your secret mission”

“As long as we hide away I will start behaving” Charlie told you, taking a step towards the door. “Do you trust me?”

“I always have” and then he was pulling you out the door, into the hall, smiles and silent laughs shared between you both as you ran outside. Heading in the direction of the Indian cave you smiled because you were so thankful you could see him.

Thankful that he knew you could see him, because you knew that what he would do was claim you as his own.

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