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「 ✦ FAERIEEMETAL’S KINKTOBER 2024 ✦ 」

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hello and welcome to my kinktober of 2024! there’s gonna be a fic every two days and they’re all listed down below. with that being said, let’s get into it!

please take note that some fics may contain taboo themes such as age gap, somno, etc. each fic will have their own warnings once posted.

NAVIGATION // MAIN MASTERLIST

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ WEEK 01 — MARVEL ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

₊˚⊹♡ OCT 1 — praise | best friend’s brother!pietro maximoff x reader ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 3 — brat taming | dom!miguel o’hara x bratty!sub!reader

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ WEEK 02 — STRANGER THINGS ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

₊˚⊹♡ OCT 5 — overtimulation | bucky barnes x reader ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 7 — high sex | argyle x goth!reader ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 9 — dacryphilia | older!mechanic!eddie munson x shy!reader ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 11 — fingering | steve harrington x reader

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ WEEK 03 — OTHER CHARACTERS ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

₊˚⊹♡ OCT 13 — size kink | geralt of rivia x reader ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 15 — corruption kink | thomas shelby x naive!reader ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 17 — manhandling | luke alvez x reader ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 19 — somnophilia | levi ackerman x reader

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ WEEK 04 — BANDS/MUSICIANS ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

₊˚⊹♡ OCT 21 — marking | vampire!chris motionless x witch!reader ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 23 — body worship | vinny mauro x reader ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 25 — choking | ricky olson x reader

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ WEEK 05 — REQUESTS ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

₊˚⊹♡ OCT 27 — TBD ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 29 — TBD ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 31 — TBD

© 2024 faerieemetal. do not copy, repost or translate.

dream a little dream of me.

sleep demon!eddie munson x afab!reader

cw: SMUT. breeding kink, monster!eddie, readers body is “changed”(I think thats it?)

You’re tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep thanks to the ache between your legs. You already tried getting yourself off to no avail, so sleeping it off was your plan b.

You didn’t know why you’d been so horny lately. All day you’d be thinking about being taken over your work desk or in the coffee shop bathroom. Wet dreams plagued your mind every night of a beautiful man making love to you had left you with wet sheets from how hot and bothered you were getting even in your sleep.

But no matter how much you tried to satisfy yourself, it just wasn’t enough.

Just as you were about to drift off, the mattress dipping caught your attention. You lived alone, besides your cat, so you just assumed it was them joining you in the bed. That was until it continued to dip, pushing down deep indicating that whatever was on your bed was much heavier than your cat.

You froze in fear, trying to regulate your breathing to make it seem like you were still asleep. Your mind raced as you tried to think of what to do.

“I know you’re awake.”

You stopped breathing. You felt your heart pounding on your chest as you panic.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m not here to hurt you,” the voice said, sounding less distorted and more like the voice of…

Slowly you turned to look behind you. Sitting on the edge of your bed was the man of your dreams. His soft eyes met yours, his smile turning toothy when you realized it was him.

Were you dreaming right now? It didn’t feel like it. Maybe you were lucid dreaming?

You didn’t have much more time to think about it as he placed a hand on your cheek. It felt as if he really were touching you, and you felt conflicted with that fact.

“I missed you, sweet girl,” he coos at you. “I hate it when you leave me.”

He leans down, stopping just short of kissing you. His eyes flash for a moment, looking almost red compared to his normal color.

When you don’t protest, he closes the gap between you, letting your lips slot together perfectly in a deep kiss. His mouth moves against yours and you reciprocate, feeling as if its the natural thing to do.

As the kiss deepens you feel his hands slowly start to roam your body. He feels you up, his hands landing on your breasts, squeezing and fondling until you hum against his lips. The man smiles against you.

He pulls away, lidded eyes stating down at you as his lips start to kiss down your jaw, your neck, between your breasts, down, down, down, until he’s positioning himself between your legs.

“Mmm such a pretty sight,” the man says, looking at your pussy with lovesick eyes. “Prettiest I’ve ever seen.”

He runs a finger through your folds, making you gasp at the sudden contact. He takes his finger to his mouth, his tongue wrapping around it to lick off your juices.

“Mmmm, like the divine nectar,” the man hums. You watch in anticipation as he brings his face closer to your pussy. His long tongue darts out again, your hands flying to his hair as he gets to work opening you up.

All of the times he’s spent with you in your dreams gave him plenty of practice to know exactly how you like it. He lets his tongue flick and rub against your clit as his fingers work diligently inside you. You feel your legs start shake as he brings you closer and closer to your peak.

Just as you feel yourself tipping over the edge, his tongue and fingers switch places. The pads of his fingers rub against your clit roughly as he sticks his long, thick tongue inside you. The muscle penetrates you deep, until you feel him hitting against your cervix.

Your vision goes white, little stars dancing behind your eyes as you cum hard on his tongue. In your blissed out state, you almost dont feel the way something is pushed deeper inside of you. It feels like a slight pinch, but almost immediately after your body feels like it’s on fire.

Whatever the man put inside you with his tongue begins to spread over the walls of your womb, coating it in a thick lining. Any arousal you had in your body was turned up to a hundred as you turn into a bitch in heat. Slick begins to pool on your bedsheets as it leaks from your pussy.

The man watches your body’s changes with delight. He licks his lips at the sight of you, his sharp teeth suddenly very noticeable to you.

“How do you feel?” He asks you, eyes still settled on your soaked cunt.

“H-hot?” You stutter, looking up at him with pinched brows. Was he always naked? Or had you not noticed his huge, hard cock until just now?

“That’s normal,” he says softly. He gently places a hand over your womb, his pointes nails grazing your skin. “How do you feel here?”

You look at his hand on your lower stomach. It’s huge when compared to the size of your body.

“Feels fine, maybe a little crampy?”

He coos down at you, leaning in to give you a kiss.

“That will get better once I’m inside,” he assures you. His hand leaves your stomach to cradle your face lovingly. You lean into his touch, nuzzling against his large palm.

“What-what did you do to me?” The last word came out as a squeak as you feel the tip of his cock slid through your folds.

He leans into you, his hot breath on the bare skin of your neck as he rolls his hips. Once he’s satisfied with how wet you’ve gotten his cock, he finds your entrance and slowly begins to push it inside of you. He feels even bigger than he looks, and you start to panic as he continues to stretch you out. You grab at his broad shoulders and he shushes you.

“It’s okay,” he says, “your body will sense my size and adjust accordingly. Give it just a moment.”

There’s a slight strain in his voice that wasn’t there before. You can see his brows pinching together as the head of his cock nestles against your cervix. He pauses, looking down for a moment to observe how little of him your body had yet to take.

Suddenly, you feel a tingle between your legs, and a wave of slick pushes out of you. Your body felt like a raw nerve, becoming sensitive to even the smallest shift that the man makes. You begin to squirm beneath him out of desperation, seeking any bit of friction to give you some relief.

“Oh, fuck me,” the creature moans above you, watching the way you try and fuck yourself on his cock.

“Can I move?” He whines. “I need to fuck you.”

You realize you’d been staring down at where the two of you connected. When you look up to the creature’s face, he looks just about as fucked out as you feel.

His disheveled hair falls around his horns and into his face. His mouth is slack, his long tongue hanging out between his parted lips. He’s staring right at you, waiting.

“Please.”

You realize he must not be able to move unless you give him verbal permission. So when you manage to squeak out a “yes,” the creature lets out a sigh of relief. A devilish grin spreads across his face as he gets himself situated.

He pulls out of you agonizingly slowly, before thrusting sharply back inside of you. Your legs straighten at the sensation, his cock hitting your sensitive spot with ease and sending a shock wave through your body.

Suddenly you were cumming on his cock, never feeling a sensation like that before. He continued to move, fucking you through your orgasm without slowing down.

Dark tendrils of hair clouded your vision as he brought his lips to yours again. His long tongue began to lick into your mouth, filling it until you felt it trying to breach your throat. The size and thickness of it had you sucking on it out of instinct. The creature seemed to enjoy this, moaning into your mouth in response.

It was almost too much to be so full of this monster. The haze of lust made it hard to tell where your body began and his ended. Every thrust felt like a spark of lightning through your body that traveled to your finger tips.

When the creature pulled away from you, you audibly whined at the loss, even while gasping for air. He leaned back, angling his hips in a new way that had you seeing stars. Your back arched off the bed as you began to cum again.

“Dammnit,” the gruff voice of the monster breathes out. “You’re like a vice around me.”

“Feel so good,” you say breathlessly.

“Mmm, told you I would make the pain go away.”

You couldn’t think straight, let alone understand what he was talking about. All you could think of is your monster lover and the way he was moving inside of you.

And cum.

The thought of him cumming inside you became all consuming. The need for him to breed you was overwhelming to the point where you began bucking your hips into him again in a feeble attempt at expediting the process.

“Mmm you’re getting so needy aren’t you?” The monster cooes above you. You nod loosely, head bobbing but your eyes lazily fixed on the creatures deep brown ones, pupils big and wide enough you can see your own reflection in them.

“I never did tell you what I did to you, did I?” He says, still moving at a brutal pace.

“Nuh-uh,” is all you manage to say, gasping again at a particularly sharp thrust.

You look down at where the monster and you meet. For a brief, lucid moment your eyes go wide as you see the monsters cock fully disappearing inside of you, a small bulge pressing against your abdomen with every thrust the monster makes.

“I think you can tell by now that I am not like you,” he says. “But, the only way my kind can reproduce is with humans.” His hands roam your body, almost in awe of your form as he continues to speak.

“The only problem is that your kind,” he places a hand above your womb, “are only compatible if we…make it that way.”

Your cloudy thoughts make small connections between his words and his actions. If you were in a right state of mind, you’d probably have loads of questions you wanted answered. But right now, you only had one goal.

Grabbing the monsters arms, you use all of your strength that you can muster and manage to flip him completely only his back. The confident, sure creature becomes wide eyed and blushing as he stares up at you in a state of shock.

“Wh-what are you—“

“Shhh,” you shush him. “Want you to cum. Please?”

You waste no time as you begin to bounce up and down on his hard cock. He was deeper than you could ever imagine possible, but there was no pain. If anything, you couldn’t hold yourself back from cumming again and again.

“Holy shit,” the creature says, mesmerized at the way you use him for your own pleasure.

“Name.” It doesn’t come out as a question, rather a command.

“Wh-wha-You want to know my name?” The creature stutters.

“Yes, yes, please!”

“Eddie! It’s Eddie!”

“Oh, fuck, Eddiieeeeeeeee!”

That pushed the creature over the edge. His large hands grab at your hips to hold you in place. Hot ropes of thick cum begin to fill you up until you start to feel it leaking out of you.

When you can finally open your eyes, you find the creature—Eddie—tongue out and panting as he catches his breath. Before your eyes you watch as he shifts from his monstrous form back into the man you’ve been seeing in your dreams.

If everything wasn’t so real, you’d almost think you were dreaming after all. But the slow circles that Eddie was rubbing into your hips was confirmation enough that all of this was very real.

“Hi,” Eddie says with a dimpled grin when you land next to him in the bed.

“Hi,” you say, looking at the handsome man next to you.

“You okay?” He asks, caressing your cheek.

“Yeah,” you sigh, turning to fully face him. “I just have a lot of questions.”

thanks for reading!

Older!DinerOwner!Eddie x Fem!Reader

This is for my 1.6k celebration based on the prompt “make me” requested by @gri959 ❣️

Summary: You’ve been fucking your boss for almost a year now and he still won’t make it official, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. Wk: 1.5k

Warnings: Age gap(Eddie is early 40s reader is mid 20s), jealous/possessive Eddie, spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, breeding kink. 18+MNDI!!

You were driving Eddie absolutely insane, and you knew it too. It was like somehow your little work dress seemed even tighter tonight and the way you were walking around swinging your hips, leaning down on your hands in front of customers faces, giving them a nice little peek at your perfect tits.

It didn’t help that you were being extra flirty with the new line cook, Alex. He was your age and he honestly kind of reminded Eddie of himself when he was younger. Why would you want him when you could have the newer model? But despite his insecurity that was rearing its ugly head, Eddie knew he had you wrapped around his thick ringed finger and that you were just doing this to rile him up.

“When you’re done with this table, come talk to me.” Eddie brushes past you while you’re taking an order, leaning down to whisper in your ear. You make eye contact with him just long enough for him to see you roll your eyes as he’s walking off.

“What’s up?” You walk over to where Eddie is standing behind the counter near the register and look up at him all innocently, which you are far from.

“What’s up? You know exactly what’s up, I know what you’re doing, quit it out.” Eddie looks down at you through slanted eyes, his tone a gruff whisper.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about? I’m just doing my job.” You raise an eyebrow at him and set your lips into a mock pout.

“Drop the innocent act. You’re trying to make me jealous, just admit it.” He smirks at you and leans down further than is probably appropriate for a boss and employee, but he honestly doesn’t give a fuck, it’s his diner, he can do whatever he wants.

“Why would I be trying to make you jealous? There’s nothing going on between us, right?” You turn your head slightly, lowering your voice even more to make absolutely sure only he would hear. “It’s just physical, right? So why would you be jealous?”

“You know what?” Eddie’s jaw ticks as he exhales through his nose. “I want to talk to you in my office after we close.”

“Yeah? About what? I have plans.”

“And I don’t care. I’m your boss and I need to speak to you about something regarding your job. Now get back to work.” He walks off, not giving you time to argue further.

“Okay, what’s the deal?” You walk into Eddie’s office, pushing the door closed behind you and stand in front of his desk with your arms crossed.

“Are you serious?” Eddie scoffs, abandoning the document he was signing on his desk in favor of glaring up at you.

“Umm yeah? You told me to meet you here and you didn’t say why so I’m asking what you wanted? Pretty normal if you ask me.” You shrug and Eddie swears he can make out the faintest hint of a smirk on your lips.

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t play games you know you’ll lose.” Eddie chuckles, pushing up from his chair to come around and lean against the desk in front of you. “You really thought you were being sneaky? Prancing around here like that, bending over right where I can see, flirting with my employees, did you get a new bra? I’m not blind, baby.”

“Like I said before, there’s nothing going on between us… so… why would you be jealous?” You fully smirk at him now and god he wants to wipe it off your pretty little face.

“Just admit it, you were trying to make me jealous.” Eddie returns your smirk with one of his own as he leans back on his hands and crosses his legs. He’s so hot in those black Dickies work pants and his non-slip converse. He has on his restaurant manager shirt that accentuates his toned chest and shows off his thick tattooed arms. His hair is in that low bun that you love to rip out when he goes down on you and his facial hair is just a little longer than usual. Fuck.

“Why don’t you just admit that you were jealous then?” You give him a pointed look and he exhales through his nose because he’s about at his limit with your attitude.

“You know what? Bend over the desk.” He steps to the side, patting his hand against the wood.

“Why don’t you make me?” You roll your eyes, a dry chuckle escaping your lips, and that’s his final straw. He closes the distance between you and laces his fingers through your hair, pulling your face so it’s inches from his as his glowers down at you with his honey eyed stare.

“I said bend over the fucking desk.” He says your name through gritted teeth as his grip on your hair tightens, causing you to whimper, your bratty facade already breaking. “I’m not going to ask again.”

“Fuck, okay.” He releases your hair and you whine as you walk on already semi shaky legs over to his desk, laying your top half across it, causing your dress to ride up and show off a sliver of your panties. “If you weren’t jealous you wouldn’t be all worked up like this so maybe you should just -“ your sentence is cut short when a harsh smack lands on your ass, making you yelp.

“Drop the attitude, doll.” Eddie’s hand pushes your dress up to reveal your plush asscheeks and tiny lacy underwear that barely cover anything. He pushes himself against you, his already hard cock brushing up against your barely covered pussy. His hands grip onto the globes of your ass, kneading it and shaking it in his palms. “I don’t know why you’re walking around here trying to act like this ass doesn’t belong to me, you know it does.”

“Maybe you should just get over yourself and make me your girlfriend then.” Your snarky tone earns you another spank, rougher than the last.

“What did I say about the attitude?” Both of his hands come down on your ass, his rings stinging against your skin causing you to moan. He does it again. And again. Until he starts to see faint welts from his rings and the marks of his handprints.

“This ass is mine.” One of his hands travels down to cup your pussy, thrusting the heel of his palm against your clit. “This pussy is fucking mine. Say it.”

“Admit you were jealous then.” Your voice comes out way whinier than you’d hoped, it practically sounds like you’re begging him as you subconsciously grind down against his hand. “Say you’re mine too.”

“You want me to be yours, baby, huh?” He pushes your panties to the side and runs his fingers through the slick lips of your pussy before bringing the tips of his fingers to your clit, circling it. “Tell me who owns this pussy then. Tell me and I’ll give you this dick.”

“It’s yours, Eddie, it’s all yours, m’yours.” You sound cock drunk already and he’s barely even touched you but you don’t even care. You want him so bad. You’re putty in his hands and he knows it.

“Yeah, that’s right baby girl, I fucking own you.” You hear the clanking of his belt before you feel the tip of his cock running through your folds, he collects your wetness, using his hand to jerk it along his shaft. He pushes his tip in, pulling it back out a few times before slamming into you. He starts fucking into you at a brutal pace, the desk sliding against the floor, your hips slapping together.

“Fuck, fuck yes, feels so good.” He’s so deep from this angle, practically bullying your sweet spot as your hips dig into the wood of the desk.

“Yeah, that’s right, take this fucking dick baby. This is my pussy, you’re so fucking tight, damn.” One of Eddie’s thick inked arms laces around your shoulders, pulling you up so your back is flush against his hard chest while his other finds your clit, his thumb rubbing quick circles against it.

“Oh god - fuck, fuck Eddie, I’m gonna cum.” You’re practically drooling as he plows into you from behind, he shoves his hand down your dress and into your bra, expertly finding your nipple and tweaking it between his fingers. “Shit, I’m cumming, tell me you’re mine Eddie, please, need to hear it.”

“I’m yours baby, this dick is fucking yours, pussy feels so fucking good squeezing me like that.” Eddie buries his face in the crook of your neck, placing sloppy open mouthed kisses there. “Gonna fill this pussy up, paint those pretty little walls, maybe I’ll knock you up, then everybody will really know who I belong to.”

“Yes, fucking fill me, fuck a baby into me, want it so bad.” Eddie groans, his hips still against yours as his cock twitches, ropes of his cum spilling inside you.

“Fuck, baby doll, fuck.” Eddie breathes heavily as he pulls out of you, grabbing onto your hips to flip you around. He reaches down between your legs, gathering the cum that dripped out so he can push it back inside of you. “Wouldn’t want any to go to waste, would we?”

Divider is by @strangergraphics & older!Eddie edit is by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

you win, i lose

we’re back with these two pathetic little weirdos, who cheered!! another follow up to gimme a hand, bump n’ grind and truth or dare or can be read as a standalone! i think i’m gonna give these two a break for now and work on some other things including some lovely requests i have<3

18+. mdni! smut with a little bit of plot this time! female!reader x eddie munson. no use of y/n. modern au i guess but it is so not mentioned or relevant

eddie sighs, a long, guttural sigh that on reflection, made him sound like a sad little dog.

“what the hell was that for?” barely looking up from your phone to talk to him.

he debates even saying it, terrified that you’d have his balls chopped off for uttering the words.

“don’t you think we’re boring now?” voice wavering as the words come out.

after six months of officially dating, your relationship had started to slow a little. no more making him cum in his pants or sneaky blowjobs in the bathroom at parties. it was sex or it was sleep.

the transition from best friends who shouldn’t be doing this to same old couple had been jarring, especially over the past week when eddie’s felt his dick was on overdrive.

“boring? huh? i don’t think we’re boring? we literally went to a gig tonight,” baffled by his insulting suggestion.

“not like that,” leering up at you from his side of the bed, “i mean.. when we have sex, it’s kinda boring,” shrugging, as if to lessen the blow of what he’d said.

your face crumples, both offence and perhaps a little hurt flash through your features. “wow, thanks eds. no, i actually didn’t think that at all.”

it’s in that moment that he realises, he’s fucked up. majorly.

“w- i’m- shit, no,” shoulders slumping, “you’re taking it the wrong way,” as if there were any other way for you to take it.

“i don’t think so, you couldn’t have been clearer actually,” sending daggers through his skull, “alright,” you place your hands on your hips, “you don’t get to touch me for a week, no kissing, no cuddling.. definitely no sex,” pouting slightly, “since that’s how you wanna be.”

“what?” eddie sits up, at full attention now, “you know i didn’t mean it like that,” fumbling to turn this around.

“i don’t care, you said it,” standing strong, “now you have to live with the consequences.”

his head rolls back against the headboard, immediate regret for anything he had just said.

god only knows if he’d live to survive the week.

-

that night in bed, eddie turns, huffing his frustrations into the pillow. it hadn’t even been twenty four hours yet and he already felt like he was going crazy.

his hand sprawls out over the mattress, edging to touch you, though he stops just before.

“you wanna give up already?” you taunt, staring though the darkness to throw another jab at him.

“no, i don’t. i just wanna cuddle my girlfriend in bed, is that too much to ask?”

“i told you the rules, no.”

“fuuck,” grumbling to himself, “this is stupid,” pouting to himself, in his self-inflicted drought.

“maybe don’t say stupid shit and this won’t have to happen again,” smug and self-righteous as you turn away, leaving him to yearn for just a brush of skin.

-

the party had been a bad idea from the start. eddie had never been so pent up in his life and it had only been three, long, miserable days.

you’d made sure to wear that tiny black dress, the one he really liked. struggling to even keep his eyes on the road on the drive over.

a few beers and a no-contact order could only mean one thing and he was dreading it.

you were adamant on making eyes at him across the kitchen counter all night, driving him literally insane. any other time, you’d have snuck off to the bathroom or gone home early but he knows there is a slim chance of that happening tonight.

you sidle up to him, mischievous glint in your eye as you slide something into his pocket before slinking off again, faster than he can compute.

he reaches into his pocket, pulling out the lacy fabric just enough to realise what it was. quickly spinning on his heel so as to not let anyone else see.

your fucking panties. wrapped around his fingers for everyone to see.

there’s no hesitation about it, excusing himself to the bathroom before anyone could ask what he was doing.

holy shit. you’re fucking crazy. on another playing field completely. eddie almost wishes that he’d asked for your panties earlier, far before you’d decided to play these brutal games with him.

he slides them from his pocket, not before making sure the door was locked for the second time, holding them to his nose, like the freak he truly was.

oh god.

he misses you so bad. he’d take the most boring, uneventful missionary for the rest of his life if it meant you’d never deprive him of this ever again.

it takes a moment for him to regain enough consciousness to rejoin the party, keeping his fingers wrapped tight around the lacy material as argyle prattles on about some crazy new strain he’d discovered.

your eyes sparkle, waiting for him to meet your gaze. but he’s not giving you that. not allowing you the satisfaction of ruining him so badly.

-

the second the van is far enough away from the house, eddie wails loudly in despair.

“that wasn’t fair!” he whines, throwing his head back against the seat of his van, gripping onto the steering wheel for dear life.

“it’s totally fair,” you refute, smiling away to yourself.

“no it’s not,” huffing like a petulant child, “i can’t give you my boxers to sniff.. it’s not equal.”

“i’m sorry- you sniffed them?” flabbergasted, “you’re a pervert,” collapsing into a fit of giggles.

“yeah i fucking did,” proud of his perversions, he was the most sexually frustrated he had ever been, sniffing your panties was nothing compared to what he felt like doing.

“weirdo.”

eddie wants so badly to reach over, slide his hand underneath your dress and really take advantage of the no-panties situation. he was getting hard just thinking about it.

it’s crazy how much you insulting him was actually turning him on more.

“please just let me touch you,” he pleads, “i’m sorry for what i said, i need you,” there had been a time where eddie had to make do with getting to feel your touch every couple months, he’s not sure how he ever survived.

three days and he felt like he was about to implode.

not only had he dreamed of your pussy, it had been haunting him in his mundane life too.

stuck under some dusty old car at work, only thinking about how good you felt, ignoring any of the actually important things he had to do.

“nuh-uh, you made your bed, now lie in it,” propping your feet up on the dash, causing your skirt to slide even higher.

eddie couldn’t believe you’d be so evil and cruel, even in his darkest hour you were depriving him of you.

-

at some point in the night, eddie’s brain must have decided that enough was enough. his half-asleep, dream filled mind doesn’t really comprehend what he’s doing, hand snaking around your waist, using your body as leverage to pull himself closer, pressed against your ass.

“eddie.. eddie,” you hush, shaking his arm. “you’re cheating,” voice still hoarse and sleepy.

“i give up,” he grumbles, slowly grinding his hips against your ass, “you win, i lose,” admitting defeat at long last. if only he had sucked up his pride enough to do this four days ago.

“four days.. four fucking days,” you scold, though make no effort to move away from him, “you can’t even last a full week, you loser,” chastising him was music to his ears.

“mhm,” he grumbles into the back of your neck, “keep being mean to me, i love it,” spare hand creeping down to shift your shorts to the side.

you laugh into the pillow, moving your hips backwards against his crotch, “you’re so pathetic,” you goad, only firing him up more.

“oh god,” he groans, still rutting against the soft fabric, “i’m gonna cum right now,” whining into your ear.

“if you cum without fucking touching me, i’m gonna be so pissed off,” your grip tightening on his forearm, almost pinching him.

he huffs into your hair, slowing his rhythm to a complete stop, hastily tugging on your pajama shorts, eager to get them off and his dick wet.

this can’t have been any better on you, really, not only were you punishing him, but yourself too.

your shorts rest somewhere around your ankles as eddie struggles to get his own boxers down, grunting in sheer desperation as his cock aches for you.

his hand slides underneath your tee, pulling it up with his arm, gripping onto your boob for leverage. eddie’s never been one to take control but if he hadn’t, he’s not sure you’d have ever touched him again.

wasting no time in hoisting your leg higher, his already leaking tip nudging your sopping entrance. confirmation that you’d been just as eager for it as he was.

“‘m so hard for you,” pushing himself between your folds, shuddering at the overwhelming feelings jolting through his limbs.

“shit,” you breathe, placing your palm above his as it gropes your fleshy skin.

“need you-oh god.. so bad,” senselessly thrusting his hips, slamming against your ass while the bed begins to rock, thanking his lucky stars that wayne was still at work.

“yeah? tell me, tell me how bad you need it,” gasping for air, your soft, angelic pants fill his tiny bedroom.

eddie groans, aching to please you but also unable to fathom the correct words needed to truly convey his feelings.

“y-you’re all i think about,” tightening his grip on your skin, “at work..” panting his words out between rhythmless thrusts, “at home- fuck oh fuck,” squeezing his eyes shut, hoping to make this last at least a few minutes longer.

nothing had ever felt so euphoric, frying his nerve endings, sending his brain into a hazy state that he just may never recover from.

“fuck,” you grit, clawing at his hand, “missed you so bad,” rolling your head back to rest on his shoulder, showing no mercy to his neighbours with your echoing moans. guaranteed to receive disgusting looks from david across the way for the rest of his life.

at this point, eddie becomes an incoherent babbling mess, eyes pressed shut as his stomach flips and turns in all directions. is now the time to start thinking about having kids?

“let me.. let me cum in you,” driven wild by the thought of filling you up over and over. a rare treat that really only lead to a week of stress for you both, but so incredibly worthwhile.

chanting his name right into his ear, other hand stuck between your thighs, circling your clit with an animalistic ferocity. you’d wanted this just as bad as he did, only you were clearly more strong-willed than he’d ever be.

not a second of this had been boring or anything he ever wanted to miss again. swearing to himself that he’d never be so to open his mouth foolish again.

“y-yeah,” nodding encouragingly, “please,” nearing your own, overdue orgasm.

eddie had been clued on to all the little signs for months now, tightening around him while your moans turned more into whimpers, jaw slack and your eyes rolled back.

“shitshitshit,” he rushes, certain he’d left indentations in your skin, “gonna cum- gonna cum in you,” making sure that you know what you’d signed up for, not that he had much choice.

his orgasm rocks his body, juddering as he paints your walls, howling as the overwhelming feeling washes over again and again. four days of built up energy all coming out in one.

you shriek, “oh god,” your body turning to putty between his arms, trembling as you cum, “mine.. all mine,” cradling his arm in yours, placing half-assed kisses to his neck.

he was, unashamedly so. no one had nor could ever come close to the way you make him feel. dragging him to the lowest levels of his pride just to boost him right back up when you said shit like that.

eddie doesn’t let go, scared that you’ll come out of your haze and get mad about his failed temporary abstinence.

you shuffle round under his grip anyway, face burning and your hair resembling a birds nest, though completely content as his release drips down your leg.

your palm slaps his cheek playfully, “don’t you ever call me boring again,” squishing his flaming hot skin between your fingers, “because you’ll never touch me again,” unsure of whether you were joking or not.

“yes ma’am,” running his fingers down your side, until they reach the curve of your ass, “that’s a promise.”

truth or dare

18+. mdni. smuuuut. yeah man it’s really just smut. eddie munson x female reader.

a/n: not sure if i really like this but i wanted to post something while i work on this other long ass thing that may never see the light of day el oh el a continuation to gimme a hand and bump n’ grind or can absolutely be read on it’s own!

steve and robin had made the right call, leaving a few hours ago before the storm really hit.

eddie’d stupidly offered another joint, not wanting to let you go so soon. optimistic that maybe something would happen after those two had cleared off.

you’d been darting around it all evening, watching the movie with your hand under the blanket, stroking his thigh. inadvertently, or perhaps purposefully, making his cock shift with every length of your hand.

you peer out of the window, clicking your tongue against the back of your teeth, “i don’t think i can drive,” turning back to face him, “it’s really comin’ down out there,” a hint of satisfaction in your voice.

“i’m sure wayne won’t mind if you crash here,” shrugging softly.

you used to stay around a lot when you were slightly younger, back when touch was innocent and there weren’t all these complicated layers to your relationship.

“can you handle that?”

his eyes roll back, “shut up,” sitting back in his spot on the couch. anticipating spending the night here rather than in his bed, desperate to prove that he could handle it.

“whatcha wanna do?” you sing, pursing your lips.

“i dunno,” he shrugs, “we could watch another movie?” knowing that ultimately, another movie would lead to you touching his thigh until he came or something.

“that’s boring,” scowling at his suggestion, “i mean.. we are stuck in here,” biting on your bottom lip, “let’s play a game,” you propose, cocking your head, “truth or dare.”

eddie groans, an unwilling participant in your silly little games.

“come on,” offering zero incentive for him to play, “it’ll be fun,” taking another swig of the surely luke-warm beer. “truth or dare?”

there is not a single bone in his body that wants to play with you. no doubt you’d have him confessing to something embarrassing or doing something dangerous or stupid.

“dare,” he says flatly, hoping you’ll dare him to jump out of the window or something.

“i dare you..” you ponder for only a second, “to take your shirt off.”

“wh-,” he starts, mouth falling open, “well i dare you to take your shirt off.”

“it’s not my turn, idiot,” pursing your lips, “off.. now.”

pouting your lips, watching carefully as he lifts his shirt off, tossing it to the other side of the room.

“alright,” honing in on this stupid game, “truth or dare?”

“dare.”

eddie’s eyes light up, “take your shirt off,” immediately getting his own back.

“you’re supposed to say i dare you before your dare,” tutting at his impatience, though you do as he says.

lifting your shirt over your head, revealing the lacy bra you had most definitely chosen on purpose. maybe this was your plan all along, waiting to get him alone to inflict your cruel wrath upon him.

he ogles just enough to not have you mention anything, diverting his attention back to whatever drivel was on the tv. desperate to just get over this dancing around each other and get to the inevitable.

“truth or dare?” you ask again, poking his leg with your foot.

“do we have to play?” eddie whines.

“yes.”

“okay truth,” he spits, leaning back against the cushions.

“why didn’t it work out with you and chrissy?”

he groans again, already sick of this, “we wanted different things,” different things being you, he means.

“like what? i thought you were testing the waters or whatever?” mocking him with his own words.

“you. you jerked me off and ruined my life forever, is that what you wanted me to say?”

you ponder in silence for a moment before that god awful smirk creeps onto your face, “actually yes, that’s exactly what i wanted you to say,” crossing your legs, all self-righteous and smug.

it’s not like you didn’t already know this, it was fairly obviously to anyone with eyes and two brain cells to rub together.

“your turn,” smiling pointedly at you, “truth or dare?”

you hum, contemplating your options, whatever you picked, he was surely going to make it worth his while.

“dare.”

“alright,” eddie sits up straight, poking his tongue into his cheek, “i dare you to run around outside in your underwear,” if you wanted to play stupid games, you could win stupid prizes too.

your smile grows, taking over your entire face, “fine,” standing from your spot on the floor, shimmying out of your jeans right in front of him.

he jumps up, rushing to the door as you bound outside, filling the silent trailer park with your squeals and squeaks.

eddie watches in quiet amazement, more focused on the way your tits move with every bound, your lacy panties framing your jiggling ass perfectly. he’s close to drooling, turning into a slobbering mess at the sight of you literally frolicking in your panties. he was a pathetic man, and he knew it.

you turn, running full speed back into the door, teeth chattering and your hands trembling from the cold. barrelling straight past him, back into the warmth, lashes coated in tiny, intricate snowflakes.

“fuck!” you screech, “you asshole,” picking up his discarded shirt to slip on instead of your own. he wishes you hadn’t. seeing you half naked in his shirt was far worse than seeing you actually naked.

eddie snickers, closing the door all the while trying to keep his composure.

a smirk erupts onto your face, something ticking away in your brain before you stomp over, grabbing his cheeks with your ice cold hands, grinning with pure self satisfaction.

he hollers, grabbing your wrists in defence. it becomes a flailing sort of dance, with you trying to keep your cold hands on his face and him fighting to get you away. a mixture of expletives fill the trailer, screeching over one another as you move around the room.

you trip over one of the discarded bottles on the floor, sending you flying back onto the couch, still breathlessly cursing him out.

eddie takes the only logical step, pouncing on top of your flailing body, bounding your arms together at the wrist, heaving for breath.

he freezes, the realisation that for once he had all the power dawning upon him, unequipped for the sudden change in dynamic.

he can feel you, underneath him, pressed into the couch by his body, sending shivers down his spine.

“you gonna do something or what?” you snark, no longer trying to wriggle free, accepting and even pleased in your defeat.

“yeah,” he adds meekly, despite not making an attempt to actually do something.

your brows thread together, knee sliding up the side of his body, spreading your legs further as his cock perks up in response.

holy fucking shit.

this was it.

or it could be it if he can gather his raucous thoughts enough to make a move.

eddie’s had sex before, multiple times in fact. he doesn’t understand why his hands aren’t doing the thing they should be, why he’s frozen in place, waiting for something to happen.

“we don’t have to, you know?”

fuck. he was going to fuck this up through sheer stupidity.

so instead of letting his brain worm his way out of what would probably be the best moment of his life, he thinks with his dick.

pressing his lips to yours in a hasty, rushed kiss. letting your hands free from his restraint, allowing you to weave your fingers through his hair just like he’d thought so much about.

his hands crawling underneath his shirt, touching your skin for what felt like the first time ever, gliding over your waist, appreciating the soft feel of your skin, lingering for too long.

he doesn’t want to take it off, how many times could he say he’d have sex with you with his shirt on?

you’d already stripped him out of his clothes, leaving nothing to the imagination as his hips grind down against yours, breathing shakily into your mouth.

your lips latch onto his, tongue sliding into his open mouth while your fingers pull gently at his curls.

even when eddie thinks he’s fully in control, you still take charge. rutting your hips upwards, separated by the thin layer of lace and his boxers that most definitely had a hole in them.

there’s a fifty percent chance that he’ll cum right away, already incredibly hard, teetering on the edge.

it’s genuinely incomprehensible that after months and months of longing and edging, this was finally happening. too caught up with trying to keep to your pace to really think about the implications on your relationship too much.

he hopes that this won’t change anything, at least not negatively anyway.

your hand slides down the tiny space left in between your bodies, toying with the waistband of his boxers before slipping in. unable to contain his groan from slipping out and into your mouth.

tugging the fabric down just enough to let his cock out, giving him no time to recover before your fist wraps around the base of his cock, pumping your fingers around the sensitive skin.

“fuck,” he breathes, bottom lip still latched onto yours. no hand had ever come close to yours, filling his thoughts since you’d touched him for the first time.

wayne’s ratty old couch wasn’t exactly the romantic location he’d envisioned this happening in, but beggars can’t be choosers and eddie certainly wasn’t going to complain.

he’s so dumbfounded that any of this is even happening, clumsily fumbling with the lace hem of your underwear, tugging them down haphazardly, with no care or grace.

his previous displays of desperation made sure you didn’t care about his composure, or else you wouldn’t be here.

your lips collide, all teeth and tongues and spit. eddie too focused on the feel of your hand around his cock to care.

he can feel your body shift from underneath, manoeuvring his cock to your soaked entrance, letting out the most ungodly noise as the tip glistens with your slick.

pressing your sweaty forehead against his, begging for his full attention, “look at me,” you insist, running your fingers around his cock, withholding him from full satisfaction.

he does as you ask, finding your wild-eyed gaze, holding it just long enough to slide into your slick cunt, grunting into the hot air that hung around the room.

“fuck,” you bite, weaving your fingers through his hair, tightening your things around his waist.

it’s dizzying. feeling you envelope around him just as he’d imagined countless times before. you’re so warm and so wet, so so wet. eddie can’t help but wonder if this is how you’d felt when you were grinding against him.

nothing could’ve ever prepared him for the fuzzy haze that’d encapsulate his brain, thoughts only of you and your body and your pussy.

his balls slap against your ass, slow and steady, hoping not to bust five seconds in. keeping his eyes on yours, encapsulated by the way they flit between his eyes and his lips.

heaven wouldn’t be too far off this, he thinks.

his rhythm is neither here nor there but he was trying, filling you to the hilt and then pulling back out again.

every soft, melodic gasp and cry you made was echoing through his brain, spurring him on to make them louder.

purely intoxicated with your pussy, gasping for more as he slams against your hips.

this wasn’t going to last long but he sure as shit was going to make it worthwhile.

you writhe underneath his body, fingernails grazing against his scalp, gentle and yet demanding.

“sh-shit eds,” you pant, jaw slack with your tongue practically lolling out of your head.

just hearing you moan his name has detrimental effects on his brain chemistry. his eyelids struggle, fluttering open just enough to meet your glossy eyes, pupils blown out and crazy. this was going to wreck him for the rest of his life, cursed forever by the image of you and your parted lips. the way you wail his name becoming a tune he’d revisit constantly.

he’d love to capture it, one day, if you’d let him.

no one would ever come close to you, your cunt and your god forsaken sighs. eddie promises to himself that if there’s a next time, he’s not leaving until you cum. unsure if he’d be able to control himself but more than willing to take that risk.

his thrusts become sporadic, losing his grip on reality as he teeters closer and closer to the edge. you can see it too, tugging gently on his hair to bring him back to this reality.

pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his mouth, too high off of your own pleasure to aim for accuracy.

eddie’s not sure if he prefers your goading or this softer touch, honestly neither were helping him not to bust his load right now.

“yeah?” you breathe, in response to his hoarse grunts, succumbing to the tightening pressure in his stomach, “you gonna cum?” sighing against his mouth.

he doesn’t want to, not really. hoping this’d last forever and ever because god knows if you’d ever let him touch you again.

hoping desperately to have not wasted his one and only time buried inside of you by cumming in five minutes flat.

but he is going to cum, in fact, he’s dangerously close to doing so immediately. the way you squeeze and tighten around him only accelerating the inevitable, his toes curling and mouth running dry.

he was seeing stars, dancing around the inside of his eyelids. woozy on adrenaline as he pathetically ruts his hips into yours for a final few lousy strokes.

“oh fuck,” eddie rushes, “no- fuck i’m cumming,” his cock slides out, thick ropes of his release covering not only your inner thighs but the couch too. collapsing atop of your perfect body, pinning you to the cushions as he attempts to gain some sort of semblance of control.

his face finds your chest, heaving for breath between your tits, his shirt pulled up just enough for your bra to peep underneath the hem.

“jesus christ,” words vibrating against your skin, almost purring at your fingers combing through his hair.

nothing he could ever dream would match up to that. the neurons in his brain had been frazzled, never to work or compute the way they should, ever again.

he places a measly kiss to your chest, looking up at you through his lashes, an insignificant gesture of appreciation that he felt he owed.

“you good?” you ask, lips twitching into a smile, unsure if you’re mocking him or genuinely concerned. either or would be fine.

“not really,” still floating up above the clouds.

“shut up,” definitely mocking, pulling tufts of his hair back to have him meet your eye fully, “you liked that?”

he nods enthusiastically, pining after your approval like the lovesick little loser he truly was. incredibly, you hadn’t run off into the storm, so maybe you had too.

“good,” abruptly letting go of his hair, his head falling back onto your chest, “get off me, i need a shower,” attempting to peel him off of your body.

eddie knows, or at least hopes, that your snippy, sarcastic comments were made out of love. you showed affection by being a bitch and he showed his by being a stumbling, pathetic loser.

if that was all he had to endure to get anywhere near your pussy again, he’d do it in a heartbeat. each and every time.

-

wayne’s knuckles wrap against his bedroom door, waking eddie from the already broken sleep he was suffering with, far too excitable to settle down properly. instead he’d spent his hours between drifting in and out of sleep and watching your dreamy face, trying to match his breaths to yours.

he slides out of bed, careful not to wake you, treading carefully to avoid the mountains of crap strewn across the floor.

“what the hell?” wayne whispers angrily, gesturing back to the living room he had neglected to clean. too caught up in you being in his shower and in his bed with his shirt on to care about empty beer bottles and discarded clothes.

“sorry,” eddie squirms, knowing he couldn’t exactly worm his way out of this one. “we had a few beers.. you know,” shrugging coyly. his uncle wasn’t stupid, he definitely did know.

wayne’s eyes narrow, flitting behind eddie to you, sleeping soundly in his bed. thankfully covered by the blanket as you slept in just his shirt.

“what happened there?” raising his brow at his inconspicuous nephew.

he shrugs, and then he grins. that great big toothy grin that wayne couldn’t mistake.

wayne shakes his head, tutting to himself as he backs away from the door, “clean that shit up before i wake up,” before disappearing into his own room.

eddie smiles to himself, sliding back into bed when you stir, humming softly, displeased to have been woken up so early.

“is he mad?” you mumble, muffled by the pillow.

“no.. no, not really,” eddie hushes, turning on his side to face you.

you’re still dozing, not bothering to open your eyes though he didn’t mind, you were peaceful this way, far calmer than your usual self.

“good,” settling into the pillow before slinging your leg over his thigh, pulling yourself closer, “he loves me too much to do anything anyway,” nestling your body into his side.

if the world ended tomorrow, eddie would die a happy man.

bump n’ grind

a lil continuation to gimme a hand wherein our lovely reader helps eddie out after an embarrassing mistake.

18+ mdni. again, mostly just smut. maybe some angst towards the end i guessss. eddie munson x female reader.

eddie’s on cloud nine.

his head floating well above the pretty pink room he was currently in.

not entirely sure how he ended up here but also not at all angry about it. a night of rum and beer had lead him to this.

sarah.. savanna.. something, sits atop of his lap, bouncing off of his thighs like a jacked up rabbit.

he’s clawing at her back, trying and failing, to keep a steady grip on her wild body. appreciating the soft squeaks that left her mouth with every bounce.

and before he can really think about it enough to stop his mouth, he says it. wanting to dig his own grave the second his lips spread.

a long, drawn out iteration of your name.

she stops, immediately. breathless as she grips his shoulders, “what’d you say?”

his cock aches and his cheeks burn, any hope that she’d just ignore it and continue had flown out of the window, “what?” acting clueless, “i didn’t.. didn’t say anything.”

eddie knows full well what had slipped out of his loose lips, muscle memory from the embarrassing amount of times he had whined your name while imagining that it was your hand wrapped around his cock instead.

“you said somebody else’s name,” she frowns, sounding far too close to a possessive girlfriend rather than the one night stand that she actually was.

“did i? i don’t really remember.. does it matter?” with full sincerity, wondering if she was going to stay on his dick or climb off and throw him out.

“if i’m having sex with someone, i at least expect them to know my name,” she scowls, clambering from his lap to the empty space next to him.

“shit,” he mumbles, head in his hands, “fuck. i’m sorry,” sobering up instantly, embarrassed by his blunder.

she sighs, taking pity on his pathetic self, “is she your ex or something?” re-dressing herself with an old t-shirt, rightfully putting an end to their encounter.

“no..” eddie frowns, shaking his head, “she’s my.. my friend.”

best friend actually. making it all the more confusing and complicated. he’d spare her of all the gory details, for her sake.

“oh,” the girl gawps, stifling her laugh. “you should tell her,” leaning over to grab her phone, no doubt to tell all of her friends about eddie’s embarrassing freudian slip.

he’d deserve it.

-

eddie perches on the end of your bed, not daring to move any closer for fear of losing it and touching you like he dreamed of doing.

it had been four months, two weeks and five days since you’d jerked him off in that tiny bathroom.

not that he was counting.

and still nothing more had happened between you. a few instances where eddie had thought you were close but nothing of any real consequence.

nevertheless, a day hadn’t passed since where he hadn’t thought about it at least once.

he’s memorised every single frame of that video, all the times you pant and twist your hand. the exact second his phone falls onto the counter and the video changes to an image of the back of his head.

every. last. detail.

you jab your foot into his back, peering over your phone screen to frown at him, “what’s wrong with you?”

eddie sighs, letting his shoulders slump, still staring at the torn ac/dc poster he had ripped off the wall for you. it reminds him too much of times where things weren’t so complicated.

“i hooked up with someone the other day,” he states monotonously, uncaring anymore about telling you what had really happened.

“okay?” you jab him again, “why are you sad about that?” confusion echoing.

“i’m not sad.”

you sit up, the mattress shifting behind him, “then what the fuck’s your problem?” leaning forward to rest your chin on his shoulder, in that similar position you were in all those months ago.

sometimes he wishes you’d never touched him. that he had just settled with chrissy and you had never been an option. not that you really were now, still unobtainable, taunting and teasing him.

“i said your name,” he exhales in one big breath, “i said your name while i was having sex with her.”

his shoulders felt lighter now, despite you still resting on them. something about the relief of finally letting you know how he felt. embracing his stupidity.

“really?” your mouth falls open, “holy shit, that’s funny,” he can feel your hands creep up his back, sending shivers over his skin.

eddie shakes his head, at a loss for words. he could see how you’d find it funny, but he couldn’t see the humour in it himself. in fact, it was a marker for the absolute desperation he felt towards your new complex relationship. not only had you taken over all of his waking thoughts, but you’d somehow subliminally crept into his intoxicated mind thoo.

“what were you thinking about? when you said it,” you pry, head twisting around to look at him.

“you.”

“me?” you rasp, right into his ear. “what about me?” feeling your breath against his cheek, transporting him straight back to wayne’s cramped bathroom.

his eyes fall shut, like he’s in some humiliation ritual, getting off to the way you teased him so.

“that video.. that stupid video,” he whispers, tuned in to every twitch of your fingers on his back, your soft breaths in his ear.

“oh,” he can hear the smirk in your voice, unwilling to open his eyes to see it again, “is that it? just the video?”

he doesn’t understand why you’re asking so many questions. obviously enjoying the way he squirmed under your touch, antsy and reluctant to say anything.

“i was.. picturing you were her,” he squeezes out, blood rushing to not only his cheeks, but his cock too.

“aw,” you coo, hand sliding higher, “tell me how it felt,” voice thick with desire, fingers circling around his shaking shoulders.

“good..” his eyes squeeze together, feeling his jeans shift uncomfortably, “not as good as you did,” almost begging, pleading for it.

you hum, your other hand finding the top of his thigh, dangerously close to the tent in his jeans.

if you kept this up, he’d cum all over his fucking pants.

you squeeze the skin, a low grumble from yours lips, “what position were you in?”

oh god.

“w-why?” eddie chokes, seeing stars behind his eyelids.

“i just wanna know, eds.. so i can picture the scene.”

his head tilts back, allowing you the opportunity to creep into the crook of his neck, traces of your lips just barely touching the sensitive skin.

“please tell me,” you mumble, vibrating against his trachea, making his toes curl, grounding himself with the rough carpet.

“she was on top,” he spits, balling his fist around your blanket.

it didn’t feel real between his fingers, poorly substituting your body for the cotton.

“oh,” you shift, the bed frame creaking as you clamber into his lap, resting atop of his thighs. “like this?”

he doesn’t open his eyes. can’t, not without cumming his pants right there. but he can feel you, perched just below his crotch,

“what’d she do now? hmm?” dragging your nails down his chest, your fingers prod at his skin, forcing him to flop back against the mattress.

the space allows you to shuffle upwards, your cunt brushing against his aching cock, leaving him no choice but to turn into pure mush beneath you.

“fuck,” he breathes, daring a glance in hopes to keep the image ingrained in his mind forever.

your hips begin to grind against his crotch, groaning softly with your palms flat to his chest.

“you like that?” you purr, rocking back and forth on top for he rough denim of his jeans.

“i need you.. fuck, please,” he keens, fingertips so firmly pressed into your waist that they’d leave indentations for days.

you don’t respond, sighing softly as the friction between you grows stronger, cruel and twisted in the way you tease him.

he doesn’t understand what all of these almost-encounters mean. it’s like you want him but not fully. holding yourself back for the right moment or perhaps just trying to keep him going until somebody else came along.

his hands slide around to your ass, moving with every jerk and cant of your hips. gruff, frustrated sighs leave his mouth, mixing somewhere in the air with your whiny moans. need and urgency ricocheting around the walls of your room, yet neither one of you prepared to take it all the way.

“jesus eds, are you gonna cum?” you breathe, as much as this was for his benefit, you were getting off as well.

that alone makes this other worldly. even if he was doing absolutely none of the work, you were writhing and gasping just as he was.

it’s almost incomprehensible how much you using him to get off was frying his brain.

eddie was about to combust, the closeness of it all, so near and yet still so far apart. two layers of clothes felt like a million miles. finally brave enough to open his eyes, hoping to keep this image seared into his brain forever.

“yeah.. yeah i’m gonna cum,” he whines, jerking his hips up to meet yours, rocking against each other in perfect rhythm, “please.. oh fuck- fuckfuckfuck,” his cock positioned perfectly between your folds, covering your pajama shorts with your slick.

“good boy,” you breathe, fingers twisted into his shirt, tugging at the fabric, not letting up on your torturous grinding.

your tone is somewhere between mocking and sincere, but he doesn’t care. doesn’t have the brain capacity to if he’s honest.

his cock twitches against his boxers, hips shuddering into the air as an uncomfortable warmth overtakes his crotch.

“oh god.. shit,” the sudden realisation of the mess in his pants, how grotesquely down bad he was for you, hits all at once.

your lips curve, shuffling down to the top of his thighs. you don’t exchange words, just a sly glance that erupts into giggles. leaning down to peck his lips as your hands let go of their hold on his chest.

eddie’s hands don’t move, gripping onto your hips, hoping you’ll stay there for the rest of eternity. not only had he cum in his pants, he had done so at a disturbingly fast rate. a few minutes of what was essentially dry humping had left him sticky and full of shame.

“are you ever gonna let me fuck you?” he asks, practically begging for your mercy, needing to know for his own sake.

he likes to think that if you said no, he’d be able to walk away with his dignity, to never let this embarrassing display for pathetic yearning happen again.

yet deep down, he also knows that that’ll never happen. you could string him along forever and ever and he’d never do a thing about it other than cherish the moments you let him touch you.

your laugh topples over, slinging your leg over his waist to kneel beside his lifeless body, “one day,” kneeing him softly in the side, “go get changed, i’m hungry,” climbing off of the mattress, disappearing from his eyesight.

his head flops back onto the bed, sweaty and exhausted, ignoring the feel of his boxers clinging to his skin and the inevitable wet patch seeping through to his jeans.

an insatiable churning in his stomach for more, for you.

but eddie is eddie, so instead of doing any of the things that he really wanted to do, he rolls off of your bed with a sigh, shimmying out of his jeans just as you’d asked him to.

gimme a hand

okay so i saw a silly tiktok abt how guys take nudes wrong and thought our lovely best friend reader could help eddie take some !! i am a little tipsy so pls excuse any mistakes

mdni. 18+. smut. like, literally just smut. fem!reader x eddie. modern au

“so.. how are things with you and.. whatshername?” clicking your fingers in his face.

eddie scoffs, batting your hand away, “chrissy is her name,” correcting your childish behaviour, “and it’s good, we’ve been.. texting a little,” shrugging nonchalantly.

you and eddie had been best friends for years, though these hang outs were few and far between now. both too busy with the perils of adult life to sit around and smoke weed all day, like you used to.

that meant that your relationship had skewed a bit, no longer as close as you once were. though you still tried to feign an interest in his, mostly nonexistent, love life.

he understood though, your life was far too interesting to care about the very small roster of girls he was seeing.

“texting?” you exclaim, stubbing the embers of the joint out into the ashtray, “so you haven’t seen her since?”

eddie shakes his head, realising that what he had thought was an exciting update, was actually just a pathetic retelling of a long text thread.

“i think we’re just.. testing the waters,” brushing off your disappointment. he contemplates even telling you anymore but what kind of a best friend would he be if he didn’t at least tell you all the details. “she sent me pictures the other day,” wriggling his eyebrows.

“pictures?” a slight mocking tone to your voice that he doesn’t like, “what kinda pictures?”

his face scrunches up, cheeks flaming red, as if it wasn’t obvious. “you know.. naughty ones.”

you whistle, blowing the air from your cheeks in the most sarcastic manner, “naughty pictures.. wow eddie, you’re really moving up in the world. did you send any back?”

his head dips, regretful of ever sharing this with you. you had never had a lack of choice for guys lining up for you. even back in high school. of course you wouldn’t understand.

“no..” shrugging again, “i don’t.. don’t know how.”

“you don’t know how to send nudes?” utter shock rippling through your voice, “didn’t i teach you anything?”

“not how to send nudes!” he hits back, getting increasingly frustrated that you’d rather mock him than help him get laid for once.

“i can help you if you want,” you offer, “i don’t have to watch.. i can just.. guide you?” proposing the question as if it were a completely standard conversation for you two to be having.

“really?” his eyes bright and full of hope.

eddie really liked chrissy, she was sweet and the times they had hung out, they got on well. he just wasn’t equipped to match her flirting, afraid he’d overthink himself into losing her.

“sure,” you smile, grabbing his phone as you stand from the couch, “come on,” beckoning for him to follow you down the corridor to the bathroom.

you bundle into the trailers tiny bathroom, poised in front of the mirror with his phone in hand.

“you stand here..” you instruct, guiding him by the shoulders, “you need to get hard,” grinning as you look at him through the mirror, “i’ll stand outside and just.. tell you what to do, okay?”

eddie’s too high for this, wondering how you’d gone from a joint and a couple of beers to now helping him sext the girl he liked.

you disappear outside, shoving his phone into his chest, the knob clicking quietly as the realisation of what the hell he was doing sets in.

“so..” he poises, swiping onto the camera, posing himself in the dirty mirror, “pull my pants down, right?” wanting to make sure that he got nothing wrong.

“yeah, but not all the way, just like.. a little bit.”

okay, he thinks. tugging his sweatpants down just beneath his balls, his boxers following suit. he was getting hard just thinking about it, the fact that you were instructing him what to do wasn’t helping.

his fingers wraps around the base of his cock, pumping his fist a few times, stifling the groan that had settled in his throat.

this was already weird enough, he didn’t need to make it weirder.

“okay..” his voice quivering, “what now?”

you tut, “pull your shirt up.. or off, it looks bad otherwise.”

eddie does as you ask, taking his shirt off and tossing it into the floor with the rest of his dirty clothes. he peers at the image through the screen, inwardly cringing at how stupid he looked.

“i don’t know,” though his dick was already stiff, aching for him to continue. “i look stupid,” he frowns, attempting to position the phone differently, although nothing seemed to help his pathetic stature.

“no you don’t,” your voice rings through the door, “now you gotta pose it.. make it look good, sexy.”

his eyes squeeze shut, wishing you’d stop talking with that low growl in your voice. this was for chrissy’s benefit, not his. getting off to the sound of your voice while trying to arouse another girl was not the plan.

eddie exhales, opening his eyes to reposition the phone, closer to the mirror. his fist begging to move and finish the job.

nothing helped, in fact, it looked worse than before. chrissy’d block him if he dared sent anything like this.

fuck, he felt like a pervert. this was wrong. twisted.

“have you done it?” you call.

“no,” he gulps, frowning at the image of himself in the mirror.

you huff, knuckles wrapping against the door, “i’m gonna come in, okay?” giving him no time to think before you appear next to him in the mirror.

your eyes fall straight to his cock, widening every so slightly, “wow.. okay,” chuckling awkwardly as you snap back into it. “you have to..” your hand lowers his phone, straightening the camera position for him.

his breath is jagged, on the edge of exploding and splattering all over his bathroom. whatever buzz he had had from the weed had dissipated, replaced by the hazy tingly sensation of your hand near his cock.

“and then..” you look to him, in person this time, not through the safety of the mirror, before wrapping your fingers around the ones that were still lingering around his cock. “do this..” voice trailing off into a low whisper, using his fist to pump his already leaking cock.

a strangled gasp leaves his mouth, heat searing through his body. mind too fuzzy to truly comprehend the shit he was seeing and feeling.

the heat of your body presses against his back, delicate fingers still travelling the length of his cock, “film it,” not once letting your eyes fall from the side of his face while his stay firmly on the mirror in front.

maybe this way he could pretend it wasn’t real, that he was just watching some video and you weren’t actually jerking him off by-proxy.

eddie, ever obedient, presses the record button, sighing into his phone as your his hand continues to move.

his knees almost buckle, kept afloat by the sound of you panting into his ear. it was almost too much, his brain collapsing into itself as your hand takes over, ignoring the phone in his hand to continue making him whine and quiver like that.

the weight of your body presses him into the cold china basin, eyes travelling from his face to his dick and right back up again.

you could’ve told him to jump right now and he would’ve. other hand reaching around to grab onto whatever part of you he could get a grip on.

your lips trace against his neck, lingering against the skin. he couldn’t keep the phone straight, the video would just be some big blur of him groaning and the sink. not that it matters. not while you’re touching him.

“is this good?” you ask, breath tickling against his ear.

eddie nods rapidly, “good.. so good,” fingers twisting around your shirt as his eyes flutter closed. “fuck,” he gasps, the phone slipping from his hand onto the counter when your thumb circles the tip of his dick. an otherworldly feeling he had never been able to feel before.

“yeah?” you grit, pulling his hand, signalling for him to turn. his bones were jelly, body mailable and under your control. his back now pressed against the sink, foreheads pressed together.

one hand holds onto your hip while the other finds your cheek, lazily trying to connect your lips. your knee slides between his legs, spreading them just enough for your other hand to creep between and grab his balls.

“ohh shit,” eddie wails, kissing at your bottom lip, sucking at the skin.

nothing felt real, waiting for his alarm to pull him out of this fucked dream to a sticky puddle and a new perspective on your friendship.

your expert fingers fondle his balls while the other fists his dick, pre-cum making your fingers glisten and move with ease.

his throat squeaks, the most pitiful noise a grown man could’ve made, his bottom lip still latched onto yours.

ten years of friendship and yet the two of you had never even kissed before. wishing you wouldn’t have wasted so much time on actually doing it. a newfound adoration for the sweet taste of your lips and the friction of your palm rubbing against his cock.

“i’m gonna cum,” he babbles, stomach flipping, waves of pleasure crashing through his tingling limbs.

you don’t respond to his whining, your nose brushes over his as his breaths become shallow and staggered. a iron clad grip on your shirt as he teeters over the edge, hips stuttering into your palm.

“ohh fuck,” eddie mewls, bursting all over your hand, “shit.. fuck, oh god,” your eyes dark, gazing down at your hand still wrapped around him, somewhat proud of what you’ve achieved.

he lets go of his hold on your body, hurriedly trying to find the counter to ground himself. his head a million miles away on mars, his lack of thoughts disrupted by the sound of the water running.

chest still heaving as he braves a look at you, watching his release swirl down the drain. you’re chewing on your bottom lip, a sudden realisation that you had just made your best friend cum maybe. he doesn’t really want to ask. hoping you won’t regret it.

eddie picks up his phone, stopping the recording, his thumb shooting straight to the tiny trash can until you grab his wrist.

“don’t delete it,” a fire within your eyes, twisting the screen in your direction, “i wanna watch.”’

his finger hovers over the play button, looking to you though your eyes are trained on the screen, waiting for him to press play.

the video starts, shaky footage as the audio of his pathetic grunts and gasps fill the tiny bathroom. eddie can’t bring himself to watch, forcing himself to watch you rather than the video.

you’re smiling to yourself, smug at the sight of you making him crumble. he wants to be embarrassed, can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and yet, he doesn’t turn it off.

“maybe don’t send that..” you remark, finding his eye, that mischievous sparkle that eddie hadn’t seen in years, reappearing.

he needed to feel you, in the way that you had felt him. cock already reawakening when your lips twitch into a smirk.

shit.

tw: 18+, pillow humping, voyeurism, exhibitionism, fem!reader

eddie watching you hump your pillow..

he makes sure to hide beneath the sill of your window. you can’t know that he’s there..at least not yet.

after he finished with hellfire, he made his way to your place, as he has ever since the two of you met. you were only friends..friends who hung out almost daily..who shared longing glances and stolen touches here and there. but friends nonetheless.

he didn’t expect for your window to be locked shut. it never is. you always make sure to leave it cracked open for him.

his eyes wandered throughout your room to search for any sign of you, until they landed on your bed. you were completely naked, facing the foot of your bed, pillow between your legs, a look of pure bliss etched across your face.

it took him a minute to fully process the sight before him. your hips glided effortlessly against the pillow, effectively mesmerizing him. he took in your taught nipples, the way your breasts bounced with each thrust you made, your head tipping back as your clit brushed against the fabric of your pillowcase. he couldn’t hear your moans but he could bet they sounded just as hot and sexy as you looked.

he began to imagine what got you horny enough to do this. was it him? did you think of him trailing his fingers along your skin? his cock nestled nice and deep within the warmth of your cunt? making you his over and over and over again?

you move even faster and he figured you were close. he whispered words of encouragement only he could hear, “that’s it, baby. you’re doing so good. cum for me, pretty girl.”

as if you understood, your lips parted and head tilted back, legs trembling underneath you. your orgasm hit you hard and fast, and eddie couldn’t bear to tear his eyes away.

you slowly dragged your clit against the pillow, wanting to draw out the euphoric feeling that washed over you for as long as you could. when you finally, and unfortunately, started to come down, your eyes flitted towards the window, catching a wide-eyed eddie staring back at you through the glass.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

♡

When The Rain Starts To Pour: Series Masterlist [ongoing]

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader): It's November 1992 and you're suddenly in need of a new place to live. Luckily for you, Robin—your old pal from summer camp who now lives in NYC—must find a roommate before she loses her apartment. During a not-so chance encounter at The Ugly Mug, you find that Robin isn't alone; she comes along with three unlikely friends. Namely, Steve and Eddie, who Robin met in high school and now lives just across the hall from. As you adjust to your new life and job in New York, you revitalize your friendship with Robin, find a new friend in Steve, and eventually, find something entirely unexpected with Eddie.

The Taste Of The Divine [3.2k]

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader): You get high with Eddie for the first time. |smut, 18+ ONLY|

SCARS [3.0k]

(Eddie Munson x GN!Reader): About three months after the demo-bat attack on Eddie, the scars left on his body by the bats remain a source of great insecurity for him. You try to convince him of his beauty in any way you can. |light smut, 18+ ONLY|

You Get Me Closer To God [2.3k]

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader): Your best friend sleeps over. |smut, 18+ ONLY|

Knee Socks [2.7k]

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader): Eddie has a thing for his best friend's thighs. She catches him jerking off and Eddie’s dreams become reality. Part 2 to this blurb (though this can be read independently). |smut, 18+ ONLY|

Cherry Flavoured [3.0k]

(Eddie Munson x GN!Reader): Riding bikes down Hawkins backroads with your new boyfriend, Eddie, you continue to adjust to your new relationship. You knew what he was like as a friend, but as a boyfriend, Eddie is far cheekier, protective, and tender with you than ever.

Jam [2.9k]

(Eddie Munson x GN!Reader): Eddie has the whole Hellfire gang over (including you) after the completion of a very successful campaign. You and Eddie haven’t been friends for very long, so you’ve never seen his trailer before tonight. A combination of curiosity and a desire to get inside Eddie’s mind lures you into his bedroom to snoop.

Meet Me in the Air [1.7k]

(Eddie Munson x GN!Reader): Eddie doesn’t talk about his mom very often and when a certain pop song comes on the radio, you find out why Eddie hates pop music.

♡ Blurbs Masterlist

*kisses you while you're in the middle of infodumping* Sorry, you're just being really sexy right now. Continue.

you ever watch porn and get absolutely enraged because not a single man on there knows how to eat pussy

Scare Cute - Eddie’s Night

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: You visit a haunted house attraction with friends and there’s one particular scarer who seems determined to give you a fright.

Contains: fluff, allusions to feelings of arousal, blood (fake), weapons (fake), flirting, allusions to smut

Word count: 1.6k+

Masterlist

A/N: this is based on the time I went to a haunted house and the scarer couldn’t scare me because I was too busy recovering from when he growled at me lol (he got me in the end though) dedicated to my Betty Spaghetti 😘 and a thank you to my beta readers @lilthbunny @probablyin-bed and @tylevx you guys are wonderful

I do not give permission to have my work copied, translated, rewritten, put into any AI programs, or reposted

The interior of the building was dark and loud as it filled with eerie music, screams of fright, and the chattering of voices who waited for their turn to witness the terror inside the infamous Hawkins Houses of Horror. It was Hawkins' most popular attraction during the fall season and the only reason you made the 40-minute trip to the small town. It was a tradition for you and your friends to visit their annual haunted house together to ring in the spooky season.

The town had put together multiple haunted houses, all with their own theme. There was The Dollhouse of Dread, The Manor of Souls, The Witches Curse, and your favorite the Massacre at the Farm. You always started with the Dollhouse first before you made your way through the others, knowing it was the least intense of all of them. You were never an easy scare, using horror movies to help you sleep at night.

As you waited outside the first house you saw a few scare actors wandering the main area and trying to scare those waiting in line. There was one actor in particular who seemed rather skilled at it. He always seemed to pick the perfect time, always catching the poor bystanders off guard. But you saw him coming.

He slammed the head of his scythe on the ground beside you, making a loud clanking sound. Your friends flinched and one of them even yelped. But you merely looked at him, taking in his appearance. A burlap sack made into a mask was over his face, blood smattered across it with the mouth stitched shut. His overalls were torn up and covered in fake blood as well. He leaned in close to you, hay poking out of his sleeve with long-fingered hands reaching for you but never touching. The horrific scarecrow before you stared you down, deep brown eyes barely visible from behind the mask. But you stood your ground, with a smile on your face.

“Hi,” you beamed at him. His face was now inches from yours. So close you could feel his hot breath on your face. No scarer had ever gotten so close to you before. Just as you were about to say something else to the looming figure a guttural growl slipped past his lips.

Your heart picked up in tempo, but you weren’t scared. Your eyes widened for a second as your thighs instinctually clenched together. As heat rose in your cheeks he pulled away, eyeing you over once more before he went on his way to scare more people. You sighed deeply through your nose once he was gone. Your friends didn’t seem to notice your reaction to the scarecrow man, and you were thankful for that knowing the relentless teasing they would unleash onto you if they did.

You went through the Dollhouse, your friends getting spooked when a kid who you didn’t see coming crawled across the floor in front of you, asking you to play. But you remained unphased and joked that you already had plans. The next house you got through relatively quickly and moved on to wait in line for the third, the Witches Curse. You and your friends chatted amongst each other as you waited your turn to enter.

Then you saw him out of the corner of your eye. He approached you slowly, but you remained still and kept looking towards your friends to let him think you hadn’t noticed him yet. He came up right beside you and suddenly got in your face, slamming his scythe on the ground once again to make you jump. You turned to him, giggling lightly as you said, “Oh you’re back!” He responded with a snarl, long fingers curling by your face almost brushing your cheek. You shivered from the proximity.

“See you at the Farm,” he whispered. Your breath hitched in your throat at his voice, deep, smooth, and full of warmth. For a moment you could have sworn he winked at you. Then he was gone again, sneaking up behind an unsuspecting man and making him scream in fright.

“Poor guy,” one of your friends tutted. “All he wants is one little scare and you won’t even give him that.”

You merely shrugged, trying to catch your breath from hearing his voice.

You and your friends made it through the third house. Your mind was in another place during your trek through it, trying to decipher his tone when he said he’d meet you at the farm. It was both vaguely threatening and flirtatious. A combination you were not used to. With the strangely attractive scarecrow man clouding your thoughts you barely paid attention to the scarers in the Witches Curse. One curly-haired boy in particular looked rather disappointed with himself when he didn’t scare you by jumping out at you.

The scarecrow still did not leave your mind as you waited in line for the last and final house. The Massacre at the Farm. This one was infamous. The scariest of them all. But you were far more concerned with what the scarecrow meant when he said he’d meet you here, and what you would do if he growled at you again.

You didn’t see him among the other scarers who stayed in the main area. That only made you more anxious as you stepped into the last house with your friends.

The walls of this house were designed to resemble that of an old farmhouse. Blood splattered across the walls and family portraits. The corpse of an old farmer laid across the couch, his head missing from his shoulders. As you continued through the house you entered the kitchen. A woman in a bloody apron and a ghastly scarred face wielded a knife as she rushed over to you, rambling on about the taste of your flesh and how tender you would be. Your friends jumped slightly, not expecting her approach, and quickly pulled you through that room and into a bedroom.

A young girl stood in the corner with a wicked smile on her face, her red hair pulled into pigtails while she clutched an ax in her hand.

“Papa got what was coming to him, mama said!” She shouted as she ran up to you. She raised her ax at you, but you didn’t flinch. She laughed menacingly when she saw one of your friends did. Just as you were about to leave, a man with his mouth sewn shut jumped out of the closet at you, making all your friends scream. You merely laughed along with the two scarers who chuckled diabolically as you and your friends hurried out of the room. You went down a long and dark hallway. It was so dark you could barely see your friends in front of you. The hallway led you to the final room which looked like a back porch to a farmhouse.

The ceiling was made to look like the night sky and ahead of you was a hallway whose walls were made from walls of corn stalks. It was an incredibly narrow space, so much so that you and your friends decided to go through it in a single file line. You slowly made your way through the twisting maze when a sudden rumbling noise had you whipping around in the direction of it. But there was nothing behind you. When you turned back around your friends were gone.

“Guys?” you called out to them, but there was no response. You continued down the narrow path, your hair stood on end from the sudden disappearance of your friends. For the first time, you started to feel uneasy, not understanding where your friends had gone. Once you saw the end of the maze you quickened your pace. At the end of the maze was a room made to look the center of it. A scarecrow sat in the center strung up on some t-shaped planks. Your mind was brought back to the scarecrow man from the waiting area. You hadn’t seen him since his mildly threatening promise. It put you on edge, but you decided not to dwell on it when you saw the exit sign in front of you.

But before you could make it a figure came out from the shadows suddenly holding a large object over your head, your back hit the wall as you cowered and let out a scream. Your arms went up instinctively to cover your face, but a chuckle had you pulling them down and opening your shut eyes.

The scarecrow man from before loomed over you.

He pulled his mask off his face. His forehead glistened with sweat, bangs sticking to his skin as his brown eyes looked down at you. His lips spread out into a mischievous smirk.

“What’s wrong darlin’?” he teased, putting his hand against the wall above your head as he leaned into you. “You scared?”

“You asshole!” you pushed him away by his shoulders and he laughed as he stumbled back. “You can’t do that!”

He grinned at you, pushing his sweaty bangs off his forehead. “Couldn't let you ruin my reputation as the best scarer,” he winked at you, causing a flutter in your chest.

“Now, what do you say you give me your number and the next time I growl for you I won’t be in this silly costume.”

You hummed, sliding a finger under one of the straps of his overalls. “I don’t know,” you shrugged. “I kind of like the costume.”

“Yeah?” He replied, his voice low and quiet. “I get off in 10 minutes. Meet me in the parking lot?”

“Will you wear the mask?”

“Fuck, I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

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Yandere! Steve Harrington Headcanons

Bro treated you like a child for a very long time

It was rather annoying

Thinks you can't take care of yourself and you need him

Sees dirt on your face and is quick to lick his thumb and rub your cheek

"Ugh, what the hell are you doing?"

"There was dirt on your cheek"

"Hey, stay still!" He grabs your arms, causing you to stay still, "I'm trying to do something," He'll fix your hair and your clothes

He will restrain you by sitting on you if he needs to. He'll fuckin manhandle you if you don't listen

He's very protective of you, especially after everything that happens

It gets to a point where he will lock you in his car if he feels like you wouldn't be safe if you get out

It gets to a point where he gets really high anxiety worrying about you

If anything happens to you, he'll blame himself. You got a bruise from falling downstairs? He should have been there to catch you. You stub your toe on a corner? He should have made you wear shoes. You accidentally hit a counter corner? He should have put fluff on it, so they weren't so sharp

He is incredibly quick to jealousy, especially if you're talking to fucking Billy or Jason

He can get pretty violent if he's pushed far enough

Doesn't mean he'll win, but damn if sure doesn't fucking try

He doesn't think, he just starts throwing punches

You'll have to patch him up after

He'll apologize to you for embarrassing you

You tell him you're not embarrassed just annoyed

Whenever you're upset, he offers Ice cream, which caused you to glare at him, but you do take the ice cream

He wasn't the best boyfriend at first, but he does get better

You want him while he's at work? He'll take a quick break and take you to the back

How could he say no to you?

Eddie forcing you to hump your pillow while he watches and fucks himself with his hand.

“Such a pathetic little thing, you will do anything to cum won’t you baby?” He says while stroking his cock to the beautiful yet pathetic sight next to him.

“Please let me cum” is all you manage to get out, you’ve turned into a brainless little fucktoy for him which is just the way he likes it.

“Not yet, if you wanna cum, you’ll do it with my cock in your mouth” he says before pushing just the tip of his cock between your lips and making you suck on it while you continue to hump your pillow to orgasm.

eddie munson giving your clit a butterfly kiss with his cute little nose before he abuses it with his lips and tongue until you're sore and crying

Something A Bit More

Imagine:

Being paired with eddie and during the project you've expressed your displeasure with your boyfriend and wanting someone a bit more..... toxic.

"Oh I know what you mean like if you were mine I wouldn't even let you out my sight, I'll follow you home and make sure you get home safe I would make decisions for you and wouldn't let you hangout withother men unless you have my hickies all over your neck"

HALLOWEEN DAY 5: Spooky parties - Multi!Muse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multi!muse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of drug use, alcohol, pretty much anything messy at parties. A little bit of nsfw but nothing severe

Type: Blurbs

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Spooky parties with them

Notes: I have no hopes for my own doing of these things.

Jason Voorhees: Doesn’t really like parties, but is always dragged to them by you. Loves Halloween ones though, so there’s not much pouting coming from you. He’d let you dress him up to match costumes with him. Jason keeps himself occupied at the sweets table while you’re around saying hi to everyone. Terribly shy when you would introduce him to your friends, but would try to smile with a mouthful of cupcakes. He kind of becomes a favorite at the parties, participating in games from time to time. 

Michael Myers: Also not a fan of parties, but would follow you to them. It’s usually how it goes though, everywhere. He kind of just sulks everywhere behind you, turning his head to stare at whoever is staring at you both. Everyone tries to avoid you two the most they can, but you seem to be too fun to be around, so you’re still invited. You are at least, you and your plus one. After all, Michael does add onto the spooky aura of the party though. The plus side is that if anyone is causing trouble at the party, Michael easily takes up the security roll.

Tiffany Valentine: LOVES Halloween/spooky parties. Always wants to dress up for them and is even willing to dress you up as well. Tiffany always wants to match with you, whatever you want to be, whatever she wants to be, you always come down to an agreement. The more parties there are, the more costumes/outfits you both can put together. Getting ready is one of Tiffany’s most favorite activities. She’s so fun at the party, drinking, singing and keeping her arms around you, she’s definitely a crowd favorite.

Billy Loomis: Also kind of loves Halloween parties, he’d go to every single one he knows is available, always dragging you with him of course. Billy would drag you to every house party, drinking and smoking with you by his side. Sometimes things get a little too hot between you two. Billy would drag you into a room with him “just to make out” but most of the time it escalates. Either way, parties can be fun with Billy, though if you’re always needy for his attention, perhaps parties wouldn’t be so fun. Billy would keep you on his lap, but maybe pay more attention to the current topic at hand.

Stu Macher: Also loves Halloween parties and becomes a crowd favorite within time. Sometimes he even hosts the parties, bringing in all kinds of alcohol, allowing all sorts of drugs and whatever kept the party going and happy. Sometimes Stu would be a little blind to the way things work, not able to pick up directly on your discomfort. Still, Stu is always drunk, always singing at the top of his lungs and dancing lazily across the room. You’ll never be bored with him and his foolery often at times. 

Patrick Bateman: Kind of a fan of parties, just maybe not the house ones. His coworkers would host events celebrating the Halloween vibe to the atmosphere. You’d insist on going in costumes, but Patrick wouldn’t be exactly too thrilled about the idea. Shockingly though, he manages to get some blood splatter on his coat to which then he decided to just keep it, then go to your room telling you to “fix it” but then deciding the would be the perfect costume and no matter what you say,  he thinks this would be the best costume. To those who love to talk, Patrick definitely would be a favorite to them.

Leatherface: Also has fun at the party like Jason, he’s very innocent with what he likes and what he tends to enjoy. More childlike than anything; he is prone to being timid as much as possible, but when he discovers the sweet, he becomes a child. There’s chocolate all over his lips and fingertips, he looks at you with a mouthful, smiling and waving from afar. Bubba doesn’t talk to anyone, instead just keeps his head down and waits for you to come back from your karaoke session.

Harley Quinn: The queen of Halloween parties, can always whip up the best last minute Halloween costumes. It’s settled that no Halloween party is complete without the one and only Harley Quinn. She kind of overshadows you, but when does she never? Still, she always does her best to keep you included, bringing you on stage with her or to the center if you were having a dancing session or a karaoke session. Harley would for sure wear you down to the bone during these nights. Not to mention, she would be the type to go party to party to party back to back, so it’s best you keep up!

Poison Ivy: Not entirely fond of any kind of party. Ivy would gather socially with her beloved villainous friends, but nothing too extreme. Still, if you really wanted to go, she wouldn’t fight you. She’d throw on her best red silk dress and big Hollywood curls, elegant as always, even if it was a costume party. “I’m a rose-” She’d explain as she would click on her last earring, fixing her dress as she’d turn to you. Ivy would drink a glass of wine or whiskey while you dance along or sing along, admiring you from a far, just as when she first met you.

Bruce Wayne: This man was notorious for parties, though not the kind you were going to in order to actually enjoy yourself and have fun. While he would prefer to keep the night to yourselves, if you insisted, he’d deliver. Bruce rather be by your side more than anything, plus seeing you in costume could be fun. No matter where you two would end up, Bruce’s hands and eyes just can’t stay away from you. Not in a sexual or possessive manner but in a way where he truly is enjoying himself.

Jason Todd: Similar to Bruce, though he’d rather keep the party between you two, Jason would love to go out with you. Halloween parties downtown at different bars and house parties of friends of his would be such a great time. You knew you could truly have fun and let your guard down around Jason. Lots of watching you dance, drinking and letting loose to loud music and neon lights. Wouldn’t leave you for a second, even if you had to take a piss.

Billy Hargrove: So excited for any kind of party, ever. Not the kind to dress up though, but would encourage you to if you wanted. “No Billy, I can’t go dressed up if you don’t.” You’d shy away as you took off the bunny ears, but he’d insist you looked cute in a bunny costume, kissing your cheek and pushing your hair behind your ear. Whether you wanted to keep your costume or not, he wouldn’t mind, after all, most of the time, he’d want to go home early with you. Billy kind of grew out of parties when he fell in love with you.

Steve Harrington: Loved all kinds of parties before, would even host half of them, but it’s no fun when he keeps getting pulled away from you or interrupted by others while he’s with you. Of course there would be times where you two could hide, but then what’s the point of even hosting a party? Like Billy when he fell in love with you, Steve also kind of grew out of parties. Still, one or two Halloween themed parties wouldn’t kill you two, he does agree to match your costume after all. Maybe nothing too out there for him, but anything subtle, he’d be down for. And of course, all his attention is on you throughout the whole night.

Steve Rogers: Also not the biggest fan of parties, big ones at least, but he would be willing to go if all his teammates were going or if you insisted on going with him. You wouldn’t have to beg, the second time he’d bring it up, he wouldn’t hesitate. Also would go dressed up with you if you wanted. Steve’s shoulders would kind of drop when he’d see the costumes you picked out for you both. Your immediate pout would change his mind instantly. “No no, sweetheart, I love it. I’ll wear it! It just looks a little uncomfortable, but anything for you, you know that.” Steve wouldn’t stray away from you once, talking with his teammates and mingling with others as he’d drink and have his arm around you. If you wanted to sing or dance, there he went with you.

Bucky Barnes: Not a huge fan of parties either, the only reason he’d go at all is because you wanted to go or Steve did. He’d be a little bit more reserved with costumes, but he’d accommodate with you. Bucky would even give you suggestions, helping you put outfits together and even helps you with your makeup before the party. Like Ivy, he stays in the back, watching you from afar, drinking and with eyes locked on you and only you. Bucky would agree to taking pictures with you to add to your scrapbook and they’re probably the cutest ones from all year.

Wanda Maximoff: Depending on her social mood would depend on how she would react at the party and how much she’d dress up. Of course Wanda would match you, being genderbent versions of certain costumes to match the couple costumes. Without question would help you with your makeup. Her favorite couples costume would be the vampires, sultry and fun, intimidating but so enticing. No matter her mood, she’d dance with you if you wanted, letting you take pictures of you both. LOTS of bathroom pictures and overall she reflects with you on how much fun she actually had that night.

Loki Laufeyson: You’d have to be the one to invite him to even have him consider going to any party, spooky party or not. Either way, like Wanda, he’d help you with your makeup, wiping off the excess and making sure your eyeliner is sharp and ready to strike fear into the hearts of those around you. For sure would go as the vampire couple as well or even a Victorian ghost costume. Hands down you both would be the most stunning at the party, which doesn’t help Loki’s ego at all. He’d watch you from afar, not really one to be dancing too much, maybe he’d join you for a dance or two, but would rather watch you sing in amusement and awe.

Cloud Strife: Not another event you’re dragging him to again. Still, this kind of seems a little bit more fun to him than anything else you’ve made him do before. Doesn’t really want to dress up in any costume. MAYBE will go as the matrix with you but that’s about all. Cloud would be too shy for anyone that would come up to him trying to talk to him, instead looking for you. You said you were only going to be gone a couple of minutes. Still, would drink with you, keep himself from getting drunk so he could keep an eye on you. After all he was the one taking you home.

Aerith Gainsborough: Has honestly never been to a Halloween party before, but is super interested in them. Kind of excited to dress up for it too. She’d go as a fairy or an elf of some sort and would love for you to match with her. You two would hands down win the cutest couples costume. Aerith would have so much fun meeting new people and singing and dancing with them as well as her best friends that she already knew. Pictures of this night would be perfect to keep them in a scrapbook for memories. Honestly kind of the most fun to go to a Halloween party with.

Sebastian Michaelis: It’s kind of routine to have the Phantomhive household either host or participate in some sort of Halloween party themselves. Even if you insisted Sebastian would refrain from dressing up in costume at the own household. “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m still the butler and dressing up as a rabbit would not seem appropriate-” Only to be interrupted by Ciel who would ask him to follow through with your request. Well, there goes that.

Spencer Reid: Always down for any kind of Halloween party, anywhere. Him and Penelope would be the first ones in, planning out costumes, what they were going to bring, there would be too much excitement for one person to handle. Of course Spencer would constantly brainstorm what costumes you two were going to wear, no matter how ridiculous it may seem for others, it would be thrilling for him. Spencer always wants to appreciate the holiday as much as possible and that includes Halloween parties. Would do drunk karaoke and swing around as his excuse for dancing. Lots of videos of these moments would keep his embarrassment immortal.

Masterlist

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Steddie:

The Pull - Steddie x Succubus!Reader masterlist (complete)

You’ve been alone for as long as you can remember, floating around for decades and moving from place to place, never letting anyone close. But that all changes when you decide to move to Hawkins Indiana. You were expecting a quiet life in a small town, but that all changed when you arrived and immediately sensed them.

Sugar and Spice - Steddie x PastelGoth!Reader masterlist (ongoing)

Steve has massive crush on you, Eddie’s childhood bestfriend who just came home from collage. The only problem is you despised him in highschool and he’s pretty sure Eddie’s in love with you.

Steve Harrington:

American Idiot - King!Steve x GothFem!Reader

Steve Harrington had it all. Money, popularity, the perfect girlfriend. He had his whole life planned and laid out for him, and he accepted that. Working for his dad and marrying his collage sweetheart wouldn’t be so bad, right? That’s what he thought at least, until he got paired to do a project with you and you turned his world upside down.

Eddie Munson:

See You Again - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Fem!OC

Your girlfriend surprises you with tickets to see your favorite band, Corroded Coffin for your birthday. You and her spent one magical night with the lead singer over a year ago before they made it big. Will he remember you? (He definitely will.)

Beer and Bunny’s - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie can’t seem to get himself to make a move on the new bartender at the hideout he has a crush on, but one night you decide to take matters into your own hands and he sees something that he just can’t resist.

Licking his boots (blurb)

Fic recs

One Cat to Rule Them All

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Summary: Eddie comes home with a kitten.

Word Count: 0.4k

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, Eddie and reader become cat parents

AN: this is the product of watching too many tiktoks about the cat distribution system. I hope you all like it!

You heard the front door open from where you stood in the kitchen making yourself something to eat, “Hi, Eddie!”

“Hi.”

His voice sounded off to you, not in a bad way, like he was upset or hurt, but just off, like he was hiding something. You walked out of the kitchen to see him standing by the door, his leather jacket zipped up all the way, and his arms crossed over his chest.

You looked at him with suspicion, “What’s up, Eddie?”

“Nothing…absolutely nothing of interest going on over here.” He flashed you a smile in hopes that you wouldn’t investigate any further.

“Eddie, I can tell when you’re lying you know that.” You looked at him with amusement.

“Like I said, there’s nothing going…” a quiet meow came from inside his jacket and Eddie cringed, “on.”

You walked over to him and unzipped his jacket to reveal a little grey kitten, “Eddie what did you do?”

“Before you say anything, the rules of the cat distribution system are very clear.” He gently pulled the kitten out from his jacket and you watched it stretch and yawn and melted instantly.

“Aww! He’s so cute!”

“I know right, I found him when I was leaving the garage. I looked around to try and find his mom, but I think he was alone.”

“Poor little guy,” you scratched the kitten’s head and it began to purr, “should we keep him?”

“Like I said, the rules of the cat distribution system are very clear,” he smirked, “he’s our son now.”

 “Well, we have the cutest son on the planet, yes we do!” you continued to scratch the kitten’s head and spoke to him in a baby voice, “I guess we’ll need to run to the pet store tomorrow to get food, a litter box, toys.”

“What should we do in the meantime?”

“Well, we can give him some milk, and I guess we could empty out one of the boxes in the closet and let him sleep there for the night.”

“Sounds good.”

“What should we name him?”

Eddie took a moment to think, wracking his brain for a perfect name, “How about Gandalf?”

“Yes!” you took Gandalf from Eddie and held him up to your face, “one cat to rule them all.”

Eddie let the inaccuracy slide as he looked at you adoringly, “I love you.”

“I love you too, but just know that if I could only save one of you from some type of impending doom, I’m saving our son.”

Eddie laughed, “I would expect nothing less.”

Yandere Peter Ballard

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Peter Ballard X gn!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, dark, manipulation, stalking, obsession, possession, violence, killing, murder, blood, forced relationship, lying

Whether you're one of the "prisoners" there, whether you're an outsider, or Martin's child... you are his obsession now. The moment his hateful and venomous eyes meet with your innocent gaze, something snaps inside him. He doesn't know exactly what his feelings are, but he realizes how much he cares for you when he saw himself that he hasn't faked the caring friend role he's played so far when he's with you. Everything he says is true and his smiles are sincere. He can't believe himself, and mostly you. Who were you?

No matter how sincere his feelings and actions are towards you, he still isn't completely honest. There is a manipulative predator lurking behind his sincerity, and his gaze at you is as if he's looking at some poor prey. It was like you had walked with your own feet to the table of a hungry wolf and expected him to feed you. Listening carefully to his soft voice is proof of how naive and easily fooled you are. You widen your eyes and look at him with your separated mouth. You really are silly, aren't you?

Believing everything he says and being enchanted by his caring voice makes his job much easier. He manipulates you with his words and actions every second he spends with you. He doesn't condition himself "I have to manipulate" when he's with you, it just happens. While you're having time with yourself, he sits next to you and slyly tells you everything he wants to get into your weak mind with a smile on his face. He knows how to get you closer and bond with him. From the stories he tells to the advice he gives, you listen with interest because he's a very understanding and kind person. A good man who is beyond your dreams. Infact, he may be the only one you need for the rest of your life!

That's not all. He closely monitors your interaction with those around you. He makes sure you don't talk to anyone and warns you not to trust anyone. They will all try to hurt you, stay with him and just trust him. He can be the only friend you need. He makes you believe that you are in need of protection, whether you have powers or not.

He brings you everything you might need, you need, want, or think you'll love, even though you don't want him to do. He takes great pleasure in providing you, making him feel like you're under his control and depended on him for everything. He wants to place in your mind the question "Will he bring something for me today" so that you can think of him as your provider. This way you'll see how well he takes care of you and want to live a life with him. It's very important for this relationship that he guides you into this rather than forcing you. He doesn't want to do the hard way no matter what.

His patience really allows things to go the way he wants them to. When a question mark arises in your mind, he talks to you maybe for hours to clear it up. He can spend all his time making you completely believe him. His patience doesn't run out and he never lets down his innocent mask. You can't see his true color unless you try to seriously hurt him.

He learns your interests quickly and uses them while spending time with you. He shows you how much he cares for you in every possible way and at every opportunity. It would take you a long time to realize that someone who cares so much for you is a very powerful and dangerous person.

He takes very good care of you when you hurt yourself in some way. He's the one who take care of you unless otherwise necessary, and he always asks if it hurts before and after he bandaged you. He doesn't want you to move and wants you to stay in bed. It's almost like giving orders. But then he quickly smiles and says if you get out of bed it'll upset him a lot, so you do as he says and rest. Although he tells you not to go anywhere as if he can't be with you all day, he stays with you almost all day. He reads you books, tells stories and memories, asks questions to get to know you, and entertains you. Seeing you hurt and crying deeply disturbs him. It's not in his plan for you to get hurt. He doesn't stop until he finds out who or what caused it.

The day he takes you in a safe place and tells you to stay there, you'll figure out everything. The screams coming from outside take you out of that room and you run until you find him. Blood and dead bodies scare you so much that you almost faint. You think he'll protect you when you find him, but the moment you witness him killing the boy who bullied you, danger bells ring all over your mind. Maybe a long time ago you suspected his obsessive interest in you and you wanted him to leave you alone, maybe you liked it and wanted him to stay, it doesn't matter. Once you find out that he's a ruthless murderer who has incredible powers, you want to escape from him forever. But he's very convincing.

His cold voice gives a chill down your spine since you didn't listen to him and left there, but it softens after he turns to you. He tells you that he did everything for you and that they were the real enemy. He smiles as he caresses your cheek with his bloody hand. He still refuses doing the hard way. He knows how sensitive you are in that moment, and he's trying to get you to his side, despite all the murders he's committed. He knows that if he does the hard way, your feelings for him are almost certain to change permanently, and he never wants that. You expect destructive and cruel behavior from him, but he never gives it. He refuses to take his mask off. Maybe he's not wearing a mask when he's with you, or maybe the fear of losing you is stitching the mask on his face. All he knows that he doesn't want you to afraid of him.

made a mess — e.m.

pairing: perv!eddie munson x f!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY, minors dni!!, smut, bj, perv!eddie, kind of degradation, kind of dubcon (its not idk just to be safe), praises, nicknames, just p*rn without a plot

summary: in which perv!eddie can't help himself on a movie night (wc: 1.7k+)

a/n: hi HII, i kind of hate this but i wanted to post it so bad bc i love perv!eddie omfg, no dividers and i didn't proof-read ignore the mistakes plss

it was wrong.

it was very very wrong for eddie to want to do this.

especially when you were in his living room, waiting for him to come back so that the two of you could continue watching whatever it was that he was supposed to be watching.

but eddie couldn't help it, he couldn't help but be consumed by the thoughts of you.

he couldn't help but not excuse himself, when you were sat next to him, your chest rising up and down when you got scared by the villain popping up in the horror movie eddie was supposed to be watching.

he couldn't help but feel his cock twitch when your soft hands squeezed his calloused ones, your head dipping into his shoulder while you had a firm grip on him.

his overprotectiveness of you was apparent when he wrapped his arms around you, a sly smirk tugging at his lips as he attempted to comfort you, laying kisses on your hair.

and it was driving him crazy, the way you just stood there, lips plump and still glossy as you watched intently, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from you. thinking about how pretty your lips would look wrapped around his cock.

he felt sick. but he couldn't help himself, not when your thighs looked that good as you wore that tight little skirt.

he couldn't help but not lose his mind when he felt your hand land on his thigh and you panicked when a scary scene came on, and the blood was quick to rush to his cock.

he was unable to hide his raging cock when your tits were brushed up against him, your tiny top leaving little to his imagination, especially when they were so tight on your body, exposing your nipples.

and that sight alone almost made eddie groan, he wanted to suck on them, bite them, and kiss them forever.

that's when he excused himself to go to the bathroom, his mind filled with you, he could hardly think of anything else when you were around.

as soon as he entered the bathroom, he stripped out of his pants, tossing them on the ground, hurrying so he could return back to you without raising any suspicions.

he wondered if you'd still want to be his best friend after learning how much he wanted you, how much he was hooked on you, and how sickly his thoughts were when you were around.

he wanted you to catch him, as perverted as that thought was, he could imagine the shock on your face, your mouth agape as you stood in shock.

would you offer to help him out? would you pout those pretty little lips as you knelt down in front of him, begging to have his cock in your mouth, warming your throat?

he let out a ragged breath just at the thought of that, his boxers straining his angry cock, he bowed his head, slipping out of them.

his erection sprang out of his boxers, pink tip oozing with pre-cum, he sighed at the sight.

the things you were doing to him should be illegal, he thought.

he closed his eyes quickly as he fisted his cock, throbbing and twitching as it grew harder at the thought of you again.

he was quick to run his thumb over his slit, wiping away the pre-cum which was only a small amount of his semen that was begging for a release.

'jesus, f-fuck.' he cursed out, his vein throbbing as he started imagining you.

he wished to have you walk in on him, wished to have you on your knees, your soft eyes looking up for him as you feign innocence, and he knows you are anything but.

he imagines your mouth watering at the sight, ready to take him down your throat, wanting him to fill all of your holes.

it's all he can think about, lust is oozing in his blood, every second of every day, ever since he met you, he had been a horny mess, pumping his cock more than he did when he first discovered what an orgasm was.

he groaned when he imagined your eyes flashing with desire as you peppered his cock with messy kisses, giving him kitten licks as his hand squeezed his cock roughly.

fuck, he wishes more than anything to have your heart-shaped panties to wrap around his cock right now, but all he has is the image of you, on your knees as you lap up his cock like the good girl you are, and eddie decides that's more than enough to get him to finish.

he pictures your eyes darkening with lust as you blink up at him, your plump lips sucking on his lengthy cock, and eddie strokes his length harder at the thought, messy groans leaving his plump lips.

'just like that, peach, take my fuckin' cock.' he moans huskily, tugging desperately as he prays that you won't hear him.

your eyes are never leaving him in his imagination, bobbing your head up and down, he imagines your eyes fluttering, and your thighs rubbing together, he wonders if you would be dripping with just him filling your mouth.

'such a good fuckin' girl, you like havin' my cock in your mouth, don't ya sweets?' he asks, not being able to hold himself as a sly smirk plays on his lips.

he imagines your head nodding quickly, manicured nails digging into his skin, trying to take all of him into your pretty little mouth, but not being able to do so, you add your hands, tugging at whatever part was left that you couldn't manage to suck.

his thighs shudder at the thought of you whimpering with his cock inside of your mouth, he visualizes how pretty you would look sucking him down, imagining his hands fisting your hair as he guides you for more.

'my lil' cock sleeve, warmin' up my cock.' he whimpers, so loudly, that he's afraid you're going to come into the bathroom and ask him what's going on.

but he can't help but be loud when he imagines you gagging around his cock, his stroking is so rough that his knuckles turn white.

he pictures you drooling and gagging around his member, saliva dripping down from your pretty lips as your mascara is smudged. you're so fucking perfect that the thought alone is engraved in his mind forever.

'your mouth is so fuckin' perfect, princess, fuck. s'fuckin' warm.' he is babbling as he envisions you, his hand desperately palming his cock, roughly as he knows he has to finish soon, or you might grow suspicious.

he imagines your eyes watering when he slams into your mouth harder and harder, cursing out. his thumbs gently padding away your tears as he enjoys the sight, 'm gonna fill this, slutty fuckin' mouth with my cum, peach.' his voice is low, he knows he's getting closer.

your hot mouth is still gagging around his cock when his grip on your hair gets rougher, he presses you against his pelvis.

he imagines you slurping around his shaft as your hands are palming him, he growls at the thought, his movements are getting sloppy.

he is pumping his fists harder when he imagines you sucking on his cock harder, hollowing your cheeks as you swirl your tongue around his veins, his head falls backward as he grunts.

his cock is pulsing and he knows he's close, as much as it kills him to finish this fantasy early, he knows he can't hold it in much longer.

's-shit, fuck, so fuckin' good, baby, i'm gonna fuckin' cum.' his breathing was shallow, and he shuddered as he imagined exploding in your mouth, smiling at the thought of his warm cum shooting out of his cock and painting your throat white, he growled huskily.

and he envisioned you tasting every drop of his cum, sucking the life out of him as you swallowed every drop that shot down the back of your throat.

and with few slow pumping of his cock, eddie finally came to himself, eyes widening quickly before he looked down at himself.

you weren't there, of course, and he was covered in his sticky hot semen, white globs of it covering every part of his thighs.

he groaned as he looked at the mess he made, the mess he made because of you, and the reality of what he did, finally hit him.

he felt sick, and he felt perverted.

'e-eddie?' your meek voice caused him to freeze in his place, his head cocked in your direction quickly.

the door was slightly open, and there you stood, cheeks hot and thighs rubbing together, and a sick smirk plastered onto eddie's face immediately, not only were you watching him getting himself off to the thought of you, but you enjoyed it, so much so that he could bet that you were soaked under your pretty little panties.

his mind swirled with the thoughts of you, excitement taking over his body as he realized you did what he always dreamed of, catching him in the act.

'sweetheart?' he called out, still not knowing whether he was imagining or not, voice soft as he didn't want to startle you, but your eyes were washed with lust as you slowly entered the bathroom.

'i've made such a mess here, baby.' he cooed, pointing towards himself, and your eyes widened at the sight of his hardened cock, despite cumming mere seconds ago.

your entire body felt hot, both from embarrassment and the unfamiliar feeling of lust oozing through your body, you needed him like never before and eddie was teasing it out of you.

'want me to help you clean up?' the words that slipped past your lips caused eddie's brain to short circuit, he babbled some curse words as he almost yelled out a 'yes!' causing you to smile over his excitement, walking over to him and dropping down on your knees.

eddie's head almost exploded at the sight in front of him, his visualization seconds ago could never compare to the real you, drooping to your knees, mouth agape as you looked up at him all doe-eyed.

he cursed when you started lapping up his juices, 'jesus— fuck, fuck oh shit— princess, you're doin' so fuckin' good for me.' he praised immediately.

'don't worry, i'm gonna take care of you, eds.' you murmured as you kept giving him kitten licks, and eddie almost passed out at the spot, you were perfect, so fucking perfect for him.

𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

❤ all works are nsfw 18+ ❤ eddie munson x reader ❤

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↳ The "Yes" Policy | singledad!mechanic!eddie x fem!reader

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↳ ex-con!linecook!eddie x roommate!reader coming soon!!

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↳ Truth or Dare?

Summary: Eddie Munson is a walking rain cloud of sarcasm and a not so sunny outlook on life. If you ask him he likes it that way, it keeps people at arms length and makes it easy to go through life with the select group of friends he’s had since high school. All of that seems to change when he runs into you at a Metallica concert of all places, you stand out like a sore thumb in your sundress and heart shaped sunglasses but he can’t help but feel drawn to you like a moth to a flame. You have no idea who he is but you’re always happy to make new friends and that’s when Eddie realizes he’s seen you around town, you’re Steve Harrington’s sister and maybe…just maybe you’re the sunshine to his cloudy day☀️

Type of Story: Mini Series

Trope: Opposites Attract

Status: Complete (but open for requests)

A/N: This idea was given to me by a lovely follower and I figured it would make a great quick and easy mini series✨

Tag List: Open

Instagrams: Here

Conversations: Here

Extras: Here

*This is mainly a texting mini series so you’ll find everything below in the correct order*

Part 1: I’m Worried

Part 2: Polite

Part 3: Lunch

Part 4: Busy? Bonus convos when Eddie gets to the party here

Part 5: Proof

Bucket of Sunshine Part 1: I’m Worried

Masterlist: here

Tag List: @aheadfullofsteverogers

A/N: This is going to be a fun and quick mini series and I’m so excited to get it started, hope y’all enjoy✨

*Steve just doesn’t think it’s a good idea but he also won’t cancel his plans*

Bucket of Sunshine Part 2: Polite

Masterlist: Here

Tag List: @aheadfullofsteverogers @robyn-118 @emma77645

A/N: This is a mini series so there’s only 3 parts left so hope y’all enjoy this intro into Eddie’s personality☀️

*Eddie needs you to know he’s not a nice guy but you’re just not buying it*

Bucket of Sunshine Part 3: Lunch

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A/N: Eeeekk only 2 more updates left, I feel like Eddie is slowly softening up what do y’all think?👀☀️

*Eddie just wants to know where you’re at but of course you have to be difficult*

Bucket of Sunshine Part 4: Busy?

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A/N: I got asked specifically for this scenario to happen and be the turning point to when Eddie realizes he might not mind having you around…enjoy! Also the next part is the last in this series☀️

*You didn’t mean to bother Eddie but he also isn’t taking no for an answer*

Hello 🥰 I have been going through a couple of your series and I just love them so much! I really love the latest update to Bucket of Sunshine ☀️ I was curious about the conversation she had with Eddie when he came to the party for her—either at the party or the Benny’s date (because yes that is totally a date). Thanks so much in advance!! 🖤💗🧁

Hiii babes!! Awe I’m so glad you enjoyed the newest update!! I’ll gladly give you a conversation t for both, one for when Eddie got to the party and one while at Benny’s and I think this fits in perfectly for Fluffy Friday! So enjoy💖

-find all things Bucket of Sunshine here✨

*Eddie didn’t realize what all he was signing up for when he agreed to hang out with you and take you to Benny’s*

“What…are you wearing?” “Eddie remember it’s rude to start a conversation with a question.” “I’m here to recuse you from a house party and you’re giving me a lesson on manners?…really?” “That’s three questions in a row…wanna toss in one more to make it an even four?” “What are you doing?…with…that?” “That’s technically two but I’ll let it slide…now to answer you I’m wearing a sundress and I’m holding your hand…anything else you want to know?” “Uhm why…why are you holding my hand…like that?” “Oh sorry is interlocking the fingers too much? You said you don’t like walking into parties alone so…I figured this was how you wanted to walk in?” “I was just uhm…uh joking…about that.” “Oh okay…well then after you.” “You don’t…have to…let it go…it’s fine..uh it’ll actually make it easier to keep my eye on you if you’re uhm…attached to me…” “worried I’m going to run off huh?” “Not run…more like dance away from me.” “I do like to dance…now come on I’ll introduce you to Henry and Nick.” “Uh how about let’s skip that and go find the real party on the back porch?” “The real party?…” “oh…you’re cute when you’re clueless…come on you’ll be fine.” “Okay…oh look there’s Steve…where are you going?” “I’ll be right back…I have to talk to your brother really quick just…stay here.” “Okay..what’s wrong?” “Uhm…I need…my hand back…” “oh sorry…”

“You uh…have whipped cream on…your lip.” “Oh thank you..that always happens I think it’s because I drink it so fast but I just can’t help it they make the best milkshakes…Eddie why are you looking at me like that? Is there more?” “What? Oh…sorry what did you say?” “Are you okay? Do you need-” “I don’t need to eat if that’s what you’re about to ask me…” “it’s rude to just watch someone eat…” “I’m not watching someone…I’m watching you…there’s a difference.” “Whatever you say…you’re really not hungry?” “I promise I’m fine okay? Now…uhm..how was your day?” “It was good! Stevie took me to the library to return some books I got on how to start a garden…I’m trying to grow sunflowers and they are being a bit tricky.” “Did you just call Steve…Stevie?” “Yes? That’s what I’ve always called him.” “Oh god that’s fucking great! What does he call you?” “Most of the time he calls me sister…or sis.” “Sister? Really?” “Yes like when he comes home he shouts ohhh sister! I’m here! He’s very dramatic.” “Is he uhm..is he nice to you?” “Nice to me? Oh he’s the best…he does get kinda irritated with me at times but yes he’s nice to me…why?” “Just wondering…” “how was your day?” “Why are you so nice to everyone?” “Excuse me?” “Why are you so…nice to people you don’t know or legit assholes who don’t deserve a single second of your time…why are you nice to them?” “I just…I don’t know? I guess because if I’m nice to them they’ll be nice to me and…I just enjoy making people smile.” “I wasn’t nice to you.” “You weren’t mean to me.” “Yes I was…” “no…Eddie you think you’re mean but you’re really not…anyone who takes the time can see it’s just an act you put on…I know you’re not really an asshole.” “Yeah well i sure as shit tried to be and uhm…I shouldn’t have been…so rude.” “It’s okay.” “Are you cold?” “A little…sundresses are all cute and fun until the sun goes down…” “here…” “i need to get a jacket like this it’s so comfy and warm.” “You like it?” “Yeah it’s nice…you sure you don’t want any of my fries?” “Stop trying to feed me.” “Sorry…it’s a habit…”

Bucket of Sunshine Part 5: Proof

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A/N: Here it is, the last part to this mini series! I’ve hoped you’ve enjoyed it and don’t worry you’ll still be able to request things for these two if you want to check in on how they’re doing. I liked this series a lot and thanks for reading it☀️✨

*Eddie is annoyed while you’re just a little lost*

stranger things masterlist !!

smut is marked with *

one shots !!

POLY!STEDDIE:

blood lust - ghostface!steddie *

↳ some people had trouble understanding that you were theirs, so your boyfriends felt the need to remind them, as well as you.

STEVE:

truth or dare *

↳ you finally admit to the sexual tension between you and your best friend when you play truth or dare.

pretty little thing - ghostface!steve *

↳ your boyfriend steve wearing a ghostface costume to a halloween party turns you on a bit too much…

EDDIE:

talented hands *

↳ eddie is a talented guitar player, but you’re curious to know what else he can do with those fingers.

drabbles/blurb !!

EDDIE:

painting each other’s nails

eddie comforting you

eddie with a breeding kink *

having more tattoos than eddie

overstimulating eddie while riding him *

eddie forgets your birthday

headcanons !!

STEVE:

as your boyfriend *(only at the end)

waking up next to steve

EDDIE:

as your boyfriend *(only at the end)

some nsfw hcs about eddie’s rings *

JOYCE:

nsfw headcanons *

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