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“Goodnight, Ed’s.”
Eddie Munson x female reader
summary: you’re stoned and drunk, so you suck eddie’s dick.
warnings: oral make receiving, language, smoking of weed, drinking.
You loved late nights like this. Drunk, stoned and watching tv. Pizza boxes and Chinese food piled up on the counters. It was almost four in the morning, the living room was glowing with the illumination of the tv playing Poltergeist, a smoky steam and the smell of weed and booze strong and prominent.
You and Eddie were sat side by side, watching, giggling together, stoned out of your mind. You hadn’t said anything in hours, just enjoying the company of each other. You’d been through so much together. High school bullies, the trauma of both of your childhood’s. You had shared that with him, and he, you. Vecna. What you both had become after Vecna.
You shifted your neck and looked over to him, smiling softly. His eyes were dropping. He was getting tired. You lifted your arm and played with the back of his hair, twirling the curls and watching him relax under your touch. He closed his eyes and hummed, too tired to thank you.
You rubbed at his neck, scratched his skin lightly and circled the area behind his ears, giving him all the attention and affection you could give. You stifled your own yawn, leaning over and swooping his hair over to expose his neck.
You gave him a sweet, soft kiss behind his earlobe, scooting close so your legs touched his. You kissed and caressed his neck slowly and softly, moving up to his chin and back down. He groaned happily when you nibbled on his skin.
“Baby,” He barely opened his eyes, peeking over at you. “You know I’d love to, but I’m…so tired.” He fought off a yawn.
You pulled away, turning him toward you with a single finger under his chin. “Then let me do the work, darlin.” You pecked his lips with a wet sound, not so gracefully falling to the floor in a heap at his knees. You weren’t near as drunk as he was, but the effects of the marijuana had you dizzy and giddy, and more importantly, ready to suck his dick.
You struggled to take his belt and jeans off, and he was too out of it to be of any help. His hands fumbled with yours, and you slapped him away so you could do it yourself, eyes squinting in the poorly lit room. Once you got his belt undone, you pulled his pants down to his ankles, and his boxers were the next to go.
Once finished with removing his clothing, you sat up on your knees and leaned over, pressing a kiss to his thigh, then switching to the other. You could feel him watching you. You licked his skin with your tongue, the sound of someone screaming behind you on the tv. The light of the screen made him look angelic, eyes slouched and red rimmed, shoulders hunched over, cock hard and ready for you to suck dry.
You looked up at him. His arms were folded behind his head, leaning back with a small smirk on his face. “Well?” He asked.
You blushed at the deepness of his voice. It made your pussy throb. “Just waitin’ for you to ask me nicely, Ed’s.”
He pushed air out between his lips, rolling his head back till it hit the sofa. The couch had seen better days. It was covered in stains of all kinds. “Please, honey?”
You hummed happily, tossing your hair back and twirling your hands against him. “Sure, honey.”
You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking and puckering so hard he nearly jumped clean off the couch. “Ah,” He whined, gripping the cushions beneath him. “Oh, baby,”
You took his length in your mouth, moving down his shaft until he hit the back of your throat. You wrapped your hand around the base, moving up and down slowly, puckering him with your lips.
Your other hand kept you held upright with his thigh, your head going up and down in a steady rhythm. He held your hair, wrapping your locks with his fist to guide you where he wanted. He sniffled, tilting his head to look down at you.
“So good to me, baby, god,” He whimpered, his thighs tensing underneath you. “That feels so good.”
You swirled your tongue against the prominent vain along his shaft, hollowing your cheeks so you could get every inch of him inside of you.
“Fuck, baby, keep doing that.” He squinted his eyes closed, his hand dropping from your head to fist the sofa cushions. “Yeah, y-yeah, that,”
He panted, looking up to the ceiling as he felt his balls tighten. “I’m gonna cum, baby,”
You did what you knew best and paid special attention to his tip, the space beneath and massaged him with your tongue. He cried out, spilling himself down your throat with a salty taste.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He cursed in cries, biting his hand with his pearly teeth. You sucked him dry, taking in everything he had to offer.
You smiled, wiping the corners of your mouth. His eyes were closed, chest heaving with pants and his arms cast lazily at his sides.
“Goodnight, Ed’s.”
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MAKE ME CHOOSE
⌊ THEWAAYWETALK ASKED: WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS OR BRIDGERTON?
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Eddie, at first, gets a jacket with lil chains on the sleeve for the aesthetic but Steve uses it as a way to subtly hold onto him in public so he starts wearing it all the time, even when it's too hot, so he can pretend they're actually holding hands
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“I love you.”
Eddie Munson x female reader
summary: a night of bad dreams leads the both of you into the each other’s arms for comfort.
warnings: smut, angst to the max, mentions of blood and guts.
“Baby, please, wake up! Y/n, y/n! Oh, God, please, God, no! Wake up! Wake up! Don’t you dare leave me!” He couldn’t move. He was sure he was paralyzed. Your eyes were closed. Were you dead? He couldn’t get up to see. Covered in blood and guts, he laid their, screaming for you, crying.
The bats would be back again soon. He’d have to play dead, but he wondered if he would be dead by the time they got back. He flexed out his fingers as hard as he could, trying to reach you. You had blood seeping from your head. “Y/n, please! Please wake up, baby! Oh, God, help! Help us, please!” He continued screaming. A scream you didn’t hear unless you were watching a scary movie, the blood curdling kind, until Steve, Nancy and Robin found you both.
Eddie was awake. Again. He wondered if you were, but your back was to him and your breathing seemed to be steady. You were asleep. Good. You needed it. His head was propped up with a pillow, his body halfway sitting up. The window was open, a steady draft of wind that was cool against his bare chest. The moon shone a precious gleam that made him look angelic, highlighting the muscles of his torso. The sheet laid rested on his legs, though lay tangled with yours.
Another round of nightmares and deep thoughts, another night of thinking he’d lost you. It had been almost two months, but it hadn’t seemed to have gotten any easier. Eddie thought you had died that night. He’d eventually passed out from the blood loss, and when he’d woken up in the hospital, you were his first thought. When he found out you were alive, critical, but alive, he’d sobbed, completely broke down and thanked God.
Nobody was there. No nurse, no doctor, no Eddie. You were screaming, hand on your stomach, twirling around the hospital floor at three in the morning, demanding to know where he was. Was he dead? Was he alive? You could barely remember what happened. The bats. Oh, god, the bats!
Wayne had found you first, and when you found out he was alive, critical, but alive, you fell to your knees and threw up. You had looked up, face covered in vomit and tears, and thanked God. The nurses had demanded you get back into bed, hooked you back up to your iv and oxygen. It was a miracle you were alive.
Your eyes were glued to the window, staring at the light of the moon, a pale, silvery color that reminded you of your mom’s set of pearls she’d given you. The wind was cold on your face, but it soothed the burn in your chest. Another night, another nightmare. The burn of the memory that you couldn’t forget. You wondered if you ever would. You could tell Eddie was asleep. His breathing was even.
Your relationship had taken it’s toll that night, but it brought you closer together. He thought you’d died. You thought he had died. It created something so grave, so treacherous inside you that only the other could understand.
A tear slipped down your face. You needed to see him. With a shuffle of the blanket, you rolled over and turned your neck to look at him, only to find he was already looking at you with his own teary eyes. He knew what you were thinking. You knew what he was thinking.
You both stared at each other before you climbed over his lap slowly, caressing his face as you did so. You kissed him deeply, your hair falling over his own curls. Your tears blended with his, your bodies hoping to feel anything but pain for one night.
He took off your shirt, leaving you naked before him, and took your nipple in his mouth. He took his time, caressing each and every part of your chest. You sighed in content, thinking. God, where would you be now if you had lost him? You couldn’t bare the thought. He moved up to your neck, his hand cupping the heat of your sex, finding you wet and ready, aching for him to take you.
You pulled at his hair and brought his mouth back up to yours, kissing him desperately and needfully, pouring all your thoughts and feelings into him. He did the same to you, gripping and pulling at you. It was passionate, full of love and sorrow.
He pulled out his cock beneath you, hard and ready and slipped it inside your cunt with ease. You both kept your eyes locked together as you slowly slide up and down his length. He held your hips, guiding you. You couldn’t help it, but you let out another tear, a fat one that rolled down your face so quick he almost missed it.
“I love you.” You cried, rocking yourself against him, the friction building a satisfying pull in your abdomen.
He caught your cry with his mouth, wrapping an arm around your back to pull you flush together, helping you move quicker, faster. He kissed back the words I love you.
The pressure built up in your stomach, growing tighter and tighter, his cock full and prominent up inside of you. He groaned underneath you, pressing his face to bury himself between your breasts. “I love you.” He husked, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. “God, I- love you.”
You were gushing all over his cock within seconds, and he was following quickly after you as he came undone. You collapsed and laid atop of him, feeling blissful, free of thought and torment. He was still inside you, wrapping an arm around your back, he kissed your forehead until you eventually fell back asleep. “I love you.”
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The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923
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if there’s one thing about eddie, he WILL throw a fit
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EDDIE MUNSON in STRANGER THINGS | 4.08 Chapter Eight: Papa
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Making me feel like a housewife waiting for her husband (wife) to come back from war✋🏻
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I also make that face when I take off my jacket
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PEDRO PASCAL as SILVA
Strange Way of Life (2023) dir. Pedro Almodóvar
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PEDRO PASCAL as SILVA
STRANGE WAY OF LIFE
dir. Pedro Almodóvar
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Pedro Pascal as SILVA & Ethan Hawke as JAKE
STRANGE WAY OF LIFE (2023) dir. Pedro Almodóvar
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Silva (Pedro Pascal) and Jake (Ethan Hawke) have dinner in Strange Way of Life (2023), part two
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Silva (Pedro Pascal) snoops in Strange Way of Life (2023)
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petplay w/ joel would go crazy. thinking about how he called somebody over in the show by whistling? dude. him patting his lap n telling you to come here <33 awwruff wrufrufruff
UR SO RIGHT UR SO RIGHT
anatomical terms: cunt, t-dick
*whistle*
Having been scoping out the pantry for a snack, your head snapped in the direction of the sound. Its source was your roommate with benefits Joel, lounging on the living room couch, manspreading like a motherfucker. Having gotten your attention from the other side of the apartment, he slapped his thigh twice. “C’mere.”
You could guess what he had in mind. Not one to look a gift horse(cock) in the mouth, you started to strut your way over to him, but he stopped you.
“Nuh uh. Not like that.”
He snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor.
He wanted you to crawl. To get down on all fours and debase yourself like a fucking animal.
And you did it without a second thought.
You dropped to your hands and knees and scuttled across scuffed-up floorboards until you landed at his feet.
“Christ. Ya really fuckin’ did it, huh?” Joel scoffed, then reached down to ruffle your hair. “Good boy. Good li’l doggy.”
You practically purred at the pleasant touch, leaning into his hand absent-mindedly. Calloused fingers tangling in your hair, blunt nails scritching at your scalp, it was all just perfect. Perfect for you to rest your head on his thighs and just enjoy the sensations. Then, he asked,
“‘f I tell you to bark, you gon’ do that for me, too?”
“Mmm, ruff, ruff…” You sighed, a halfhearted attempt at what he wanted, you knew, but he didn’t specify. Maybe he’d let you get away with a sleepy puppy bark.
“Look at me, pup,” Joel tightened his grip on your scalp and yanked your head up. He looked… unimpressed, to put it mildly, staring you down like he had expected so much more from you. The pressure was on. “Bark like you mean it.”
You could feel your cunt throb at his instructions. Naturally, you’d do whatever he said, self-deprecation be damned. “Woof woof! Woof!” You barked, now with the energy of an overexcited puppy, wiggling your ass like you were trying to wag the tail you didn’t have.
Joel snickered, “Aw, good boy… That’s a good boy.“ He let go of your hair and went back to petting you, even leaning over to pepper your forehead with affectionate smooches. “You really like bein’ my little doggy, huh?”
Yes. Yes you did. It felt safe, comforting to know that you had a big strong man to look after you. You nodded, a giggly mess, and answered with another, “Woof woof!”
“Yeah, thought you would. Alright, boy. Y’wanna act like a dog?”
Joel kicked one of his legs in between yours, wedging his calf right up to your crotch and putting an unfair, obscene amount of pressure on your t-dick, even through so much clothing. You squeaked, giving him just the leverage he wanted.
“Then hump my leg like one, bitch.”
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