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Honey Don't Feed It, It Will Come Back
Pairing: Reader x Venom
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: alright got lots to cover; dubcon/coercion, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, tentacle fucking, DP, anal, praise, a little size kink here and there, pet names, unprotected monster sex, creampie, overstimulation, forced orgasm - I think I got everything also a brief moment of harassment at the beginning and like standard venom level violence oh and there's mention of food habits so ya know
Genre: Smut... just smut and it's like... almost a dark fic
Summary: Venom takes an extreme liking to you because of your kindness after he saves your life || “Don’t let it in with no intention to keep it Jesus Christ // Don’t be kind to it // Honey don’t feed it, it will come back” ~ It Will Come Back by Hozier
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You huff to yourself as you shut off your computer. You've been working all evening and if you don't make a point to leave and get something to eat now you might skip dinner by accident. Again. You quickly dial your local Chinese takeout place and order your usual as you lock up your apartment. You figure by the time you walk there to pick it up, it'll be ready. You get your food pretty soon after you get there, and wish the workers goodnight before you head back home. It's kind of cool outside tonight, especially for the summer and you're enjoying your walk through the city.
"A pretty lady like you should really avoid walking around alone so late." A voice snarls from behind you. You roll your eyes and keep walking, intent on ignoring the catcaller.
"Hey sweetheart we're talking to you!" A second voice chimes in and you try to subtly increase your pace as you steel your nerves. You gasp when a hand grabs your arm and yanks you backwards.
"It's rude to ignore people." The first voice sneers in your face, his grip tightening on your bicep.
"Let go of me." You huff trying to pull your arm out of his grasp.
"Not a chance."
"HEY! YOU SHOULD PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!" A voice growls and you stumble back when a large shadow plucks the man holding you away from you.
"Oh my God." You gasp falling against the wall behind you. A large shiny creature dangles the one man high in the air.
"IT'S NOT NICE TO GRAB LADIES WALKING HOME!" The monster scolds him.
"H-hey man, we weren't doing nothing." The man tries to appease the giant while the second guy finally snaps out of his stupor and takes off in the other direction.
"HEY! GET BACK HERE! I DON'T LIKE CHASING MY FOOD!" The monster stretches something resembling a tentacle towards the second guy, grabbing his ankle and pulling him back to hang next to the first.
"S-she's fine, see?"
"ONLY BECAUSE I CAME." What you assume are the creature's eyes narrow at them both. "YOU DIDN'T GRAB HER, BUT IF I EVER SEE YOU BOTHERING SOMEONE AGAIN I WILL EAT YOUR BRAIN!" The creature drops the second guy and he practically trips over his feet as he scrambles away. "YOU I WILL EAT NOW!" The creature says to guy one, dangling him over his mouth. The man lets out a scream that is cut off suddenly as you watch the creature bite off his head.
"Holy shit." You whisper. The monster tosses what's left of the guy down an alley and you vaguely hear his body clunk against something, likely a garbage bin.
"ARE YOU OKAY?"
"I- I'm fine. Thank you."
"YOU'RE WELCOME."
"Who are you?" You ask quietly.
"WE ARE VENOM."
"We?" You frown. Black tar-like goo slowly retracts to reveal a man's face.
"I'm Eddie. The- black goo is an alien, Venom."
"What like that body snatchers movie?"
"Not quite, I'm still in control here. We work as a team." Eddie explains.
"Well- thank you for, helping me with those guys but you didn't have to eat that one."
"It's how I appease the big guy. He gets sustenance from some chemical only found in brains and chocolate."
"Phenethylamine?" You ask.
"You know what it is?"
"Well yeah I- I work for a chem lab." You tell him. He's quiet for a moment before he sighs.
"Venom is insisting we offer to walk you home. If you're okay with that." Eddie says.
"I wouldn't want you to go out of your way I mean-"
"WE WANT TO! WE CAN MAKE SURE YOU'RE SAFE!" Venom reappears, swallowing Eddie's face behind black goo and stark white eyes.
"Alright well, it's only a couple of blocks. I suggest you, de-alien though I think people would freak out seeing an eight foot mass of black goo."
"I AM SEVEN FEET AND SIX INCHES! WE MEASURED!"
"Still you'd draw way too much attention to yourself like that."
"FINE." Venom relents and retracts into Eddie.
"That is so- fascinating." You mutter.
"Trust me, it loses its novelty." Eddie says. "Lead the way." He adds.
"Have you been this way your whole life?" You ask as you walk with him towards your apartment.
"What? With the alien? No, no this was an unfortunate accident. I simply can't get rid of him now." Eddie says.
"Do you not get along?" You frown.
"Not always. It's like having a roommate you can't hide from in your room when you're annoyed with them."
"Huh- so where does he, go? Like when you're out here... where is he?"
"That's a complicated question." He scoffs. "I never got your name." He looks at you.
"Sorry! It's y/n. I guess the whole scientist's curiosity thing got the best of me." You mutter.
"No need to apologize." He shakes his head. Eddie walks you all the way up to your apartment before attempting to part ways.
"Would you- like to come in?" You ask before you can chicken out.
"I wouldn't want to impose. It's late and-"
"It's the least I can do. You basically just saved my life. I'd like to thank you." You say.
"Well Venom wants to stay so I guess it couldn't hurt." Eddie says.
"Great! Make yourself at home. Would you like anything? I don't have brains but I certainly have a bag of chocolate if Venom would like any." You offer as he follows you in.
"Abagof chocolate? Stocking up early for Halloween?" He jokes sitting on your couch.
"No not yet. I have a coworker that has one hell of a sweet tooth and I recently learned that he works best when incentivized so, if ever we're working late chocolate actually helps him stay focused. But if we're not careful he'll tear through the whole bag in like three hours, it's kind of impressive actually." You laugh.
"Oh if you think that's impressive wait til you see what V can do. He'll tear through it in like three minutes. If he stops to take the wrapping off anyway. Usually though he just chucks the whole thing back and then- spits back up the trash like a cat with a hairball." Eddie scoffs.
"Well- that's... compact at least." You muse pulling the bag of candy from your pantry.
"That's one way to look at it."
"Did you want food by the way? I was out picking up Chinese in the first place. There's definitely enough to share." You say grabbing plates. You usually order enough to have leftovers so you can definitely give some to your guest, you'll just not have as much left over.
"Oh I'm not all that hungry but-"
"I'LL HAVE THAT CHOCOLATE PLEASE!" Venom's head emerges from behind Eddie to chime in.
"Of course. Eddie are you sure you don't want anything?"
"HE EATS BEFORE WE GO OUT AT NIGHT." Venom tells you.
"Well I feel weird eating if my guests aren't so you'll have to have something. You want chips or pretzels or something?"
"HE LIKES CHEESY SNACKS. DO YOU HAVE ANY OF THE CORN TRIANGLES?" Venom asks.
"Corn triangles?" You frown.
"THEY'RE ORANGE IN A RED BAG."
"Doritos? Sure I have some."
"HE'LL EAT THOSE."
"Venom I said I wasn't hungry." Eddie grumbles.
"AND SHE SAID SHE WON'T EAT IF YOU DON'T SO EAT THE CORN TRIANGLES." Venom glares at him.
"You guys argue like a married couple." You giggle. You grab the bag of chips, the bag of chocolate, and a plate before joining them on your couch.
"Honestly we aren't too far off." Eddie chuckles taking the chips from you. A slimy black appendage wraps around the chocolate and pulls it almost out of view entirely.
"Oh- are you guys in a relationship?" You ask curiously as you dump half of the takeout box onto your plate.
"Something to that effect. I mean- he's kinda inside my body like all the time. No such thing as privacy with him around." He shrugs.
"So- does your diet affect his, or vice versa?" You ask between bites of your dinner.
"Only psychologically."
"What?"
"The first few times you eat another person are kinda traumatizing but you get used to it. We have separate digestive systems so- I'm technically not consuming human brains."
"HE NEARLY HAD A PANIC ATTACK THE FIRST TIME I ATE SOMEONE BUT I WAS SAVING HIS LIFE." Venom chimes in and you realize the full bag of candy you gave him is now just a ball of trash.
"Venom." Eddie rolls his eyes.
"You know I feel like a brain eating vigilante would draw attention- even in a city like New York." You frown.
"I'm careful." Eddie says.
"Oh yeah? I don't think tossing that guy in what I assume is a dumpster tonight screams careful."
"V got carried away. We'll take care of it before anyone sees it in the morning."
"I'M ONLY ALLOWED TO EAT BAD GUYS. NO ONE CARES IF YOU EAT BAD GUYS." Venom says with what you think is a smile.
"Not quite, cops still care but that's we we're careful about it." Eddie tells him.
"WE COULD EAT THE COPS!"
"It'd be hard to eat all of the NYPD I think." You muse.
"I COULD TOTALLY DO IT."
"No we are not eating cops. Bad guys, remember?" Eddie sighs.
"Depending on who you ask cops do fall under that category." You shrug.
"REALLY?!"
"Don't rile him up." Eddie points at you in warning while you laugh.
"I wasn't trying to I promise." You say with a wide smile that makes it hard for Eddie to keep his stern expression.
"Sure. I'd love to stay but we do have to take care of that creep in the dumpster before sunrise so- we should probably head out." Eddie stands.
"Of course. Thanks again for your help tonight." You say standing with him to walk him out.
"Not a problem. Thanks for the snacks."
"You're welcome. If you need anything, door's always open." You smile.
"BYE Y/N! WE'LL SEE YOU AGAIN." Venom says before disappearing.
"Have a goodnight." Eddie nods before turning down the hall. You lock your door and finish your food with thoughts of the curious duo staying at the front of your mind even as you get ready for bed that night.
"I REALLY LIKED HER." Venom declares to Eddie.
"Yeah, she was nice."
"WE SHOULD GO SEE HER AGAIN TOMORROW."
"No. We can't just pop up at her place for no reason."
"WHY NOT? SHE SAID THE DOOR WAS ALWAYS OPEN."
"She did not mean it literally it's just a nice thing people say V. We're not going back there tomorrow. End of discussion." Eddie says and when Venom doesn't respond he assumes he's relenting. He's not actually, but Venom is learning to pick and choose his battles when it comes to Eddie so he'll keep his plans to himself for now.
The next night a knock on your window surprises you while you're watching a movie. You gasp when you see Venom smiling and waving frantically at you. You rush to pull the window open and he climbs inside quickly.
"Venom? What are you doing? Is everything okay?" You frown.
"EVERYTHING IS FINE. I JUST WANTED TO SEE YOU AGAIN." He says looking down at you. His gaze makes you conscious of the fact that you're in a small tank top and a pair of shorts.
"You know you could've used the front door. Right?" You ask walking to your kitchen to put distance between you.
"I THOUGHT I'D DRAW TOO MUCH ATTENTION WALKING INTO YOUR BUILDING." Venom shrugs looking around your apartment.
"You would but Eddie wouldn't."
"HE WOULDN'T COME IF I ASKED HIM."
"So- wait you basically dragged him here?"
"SOMETHING LIKE THAT. HE SAID WE COULDN'T JUST COME SEE YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU SAID THE DOOR WAS ALWAYS OPEN."
"You guysarebasically an old married couple." You laugh. "You ate the whole bag of chocolate yesterday but I did run to a corner store today and pick up a Hershey bar so- you can have that if you'd like." You tell him.
"I DIDN'T COME HERE TO GET CHOCOLATE." He says with something in his voice that you totally miss while rumaging through your fridge.
"Really? I figure with your size you're like always hungry." You muse turning towards him. It's then that you realize how his eyes are focused on you in a way you can only describe as predatory.
"I WANT SOMETHING ELSE FROM YOU." He says practically boxing you in the kitchen.
"Unless you're here to eat me I don't have a brain lying around to give you." You quip trying to slow your increasing heartrate.
"I WILL EAT YOU, BUT NOT YOUR BRAIN."
"What?" You breathe out, the fear you're feeling now mixing with confusion and lust you try to tamper down.
"YOU DON'T FEAR ME LIKE OTHERS DO."
"In general? No I don't fear you but- right now I'm unsure how to feel."
"WHY? I WON'T HURT YOU."
"You just said you're going to eat me."
"IN A WAY YOU WILL ENJOY." Venom cages you against the counter, and you shrink back
"Venom now wait a second-"
"I'LL TREAT YOU VERY WELL."
"That's not-"
"YOU WANT ME- I CAN SMELL IT. WHY DENY IT?"
"You can smell it?"
"OF COURSE I CAN."
"Oh-"
"JUST LET ME HAVE YOU Y/N. LET MEDEVOURYOU." Venom says. You pause for a moment to consider your options.
"O-okay." You say quietly and his arm wraps around you immediately crowding your space. You gasp when he pulls your shorts off so fast you're surprised they didn't rip. He lifts you up onto his shoulders as if you're a bag of feathers and his tongue snakes out of his mouth and between your legs before you can prepare. Venom laps at your cunt with fervour, your legs squeezing around his head at the way pleasure builds between your legs. You're pressed up against the cabinets as he slurps up your juices like he's dehydrated.
"TASTES SO GOOD." He growls out as his tongue thrusts in and out of you eagerly. His tongue is thick and long, almost impossibly so as it fills you so well. You squirm against his mouth chasing your release that you can feel approaching quickly.
"Venom- I'm, fuck I'm close." You whine.
"DO IT. LET ME TASTE YOUR RELEASE." Venom orders and the way his tongue moves against you as he talks is enough to send you over the edge with a cry. You barely realize Venom lowering you from his shoulders and you hardly have a moment to recover before he's impaling you on his dick. Your back arches at the way he fills you.
"Fuck!" You moan out and Venom practically roars when your walls contract around him.
"YOU'RE SO TIGHT." Venom groans. He tightens his grip on you and sets a pace, raising and lowering you on him with ease.
"God you're big." You whimper falling forward against him as he uses you like a human fleshlight. You claw at his arms, trying to ground yourself while he fucks you open. Tentacle like appendages suddenly appear and wrap around your breasts, teasing your nipples.
"SO PRETTY." He smiles at the way your face contorts with pleasure and bends down enough to kiss you. His tongue invades your mouth in an overwhelming way, swallowing your moans. You can hardly tell where he ends and you begin, it's like he's everywhere at once. More tentacles appear, one teasing your back entrance while another toys with your clit. He pulls away from your mouth as he continues to prod at your ass without slowing his pace. "I WANT YOU HERE TOO, YOU'LL LET ME HAVE YOU HERE, WON'T YOU?" Venom asks while rubbing tight circles against your clit. You're drowning in pleasure and barely able to register is question as another orgasm builds inside you. "COME ON MY LITTLE MORSEL. TELL ME I CAN DO IT." Venom coaxes, fucking you harder, teasing you more.
"Yes! Fuck yes Venom! You can do anything! Fuck!" You cry out shaking as he rips your second orgasm from you. At that moment, Venom thrusts into into your ass and another scream falls from your lips. If you thought he was everywhere before, now it's even more overwhelming as he fucks you onto his dick in time with the tentacle moving in your ass.
"YESSSSSS." He hisses out.
"V-Venom 's it's too much." You whimper, every part in your body feels too hot.
"YOU CAN TAKE IT. YOU SAID I CAN DO ANYTHING TO YOU. I'M GOING TO RUIN YOU." He says. His tongue snakes out of his mouth and slithers down your chest, lapping at one nipple while a tentacle continues to work the other. It's too much and the speed with which your third orgasm starts building scares you. He very well might actually devour you at this rate. "YOU'RE TAKING ME SO WELL. YOU WERE MADE FOR THIS."
"I- I- please Venom- fucking hell-" Your whimpers are hardly coherent as pleasure threatens to consume you.
"I CAN FEEL ANOTHER ORGASM COMING. LET GO FOR ME MORSEL. GIVE IN." Venom beguiles, his touch returning to your clit to push you over the edge. With the way he works every part of you there's no stopping your release when it gushes from you. "SO GOOD. ANOTHER." He commands.
"I- wait Venom wait- too soon." You plead breathlessly.
"I WANT ANOTHER I'LL TAKE ANOTHER."
"I can't- n-not yet."
"YOU CAN BECAUSE I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU." He declares as he continues rubbing against your too sensitive clit. You try to squirm away from his ministrations but with him filling your holes you're unable to run as he plays with your most sensitive areas.
"S-shit Venom please I-"
"JUST ONE MORE. ONE MORE AND I'LL LET YOU HAVE A BREAK." He promises and it's enough to send you over the edge a fourth time with a weak whimper. Venom lets up on your clit, focusing now, on his own release. He drives into you, little whines still falling from your lips as exhaustion sets in. "I COULD STAY LIKE THIS FOREVER." He declares with a grunt as he floods your walls with evidence of his orgasm. He stands there holding you for a while, wondering if moving you would break you. Eventually, he moves you to the couch and lays with you on top of him. Now that he's experienced this, knows the warmth of you, it's something he refuses to go without again. Whether you want this or not Venom is yours now and will always find his way back to you.
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Summary; You're feeling a little bit shitty and being sick always makes you clingy, Eddie snaps at you while he's planning Hellfire not realising the reason why you're so clingy.
Warnings; Kinda mean Eddie, then soft Eddie, fluff, the reader is sick (headache), minors dni
Don't copy, reuse or repost my work 💕
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Since you woke up this morning you had been feeling out of sorts, a pounding headache made you feel nauseated and it made you crave cuddles from your boyfriend Eddie.
When you were sick you always wanted cuddles, more affection.
Eddie was planning a massive campaign for Hellfire and normally you would never bother him during this time but you were feeling like shit and you just wanted Eddie to hold you for a little while.
Even though he had graduated now he still loved doing the campaign with his friends and you loved to join them sometimes, whether it was Eddie teaching you how to play or joining in on the campaign.
When you go to the drama club he's deep in planning for the campaign, scribbling notes and making sure everything is set up perfect.
"Eddie?" he briefly looks up and smiles.
"Hey princess" You kiss his cheek and cuddle into him. He stops what he's doing for a second, presses a kiss to your lips then manoeuvres around you to continue planning out the campaign.
"How's the planning going?" he nods barely taking his eyes off the notes he's wrote.
"Fine" you whine as he moves and you just want five minutes with him and walk up to him nuzzling into his chest.
You tug on his shirt and frustration gives way on his features.
"Jesus H Christ! The guys will be here any minute and I have so much to do. What is it?" he snaps and you wince at his annoyed tone as move away.
"You know what, it's fine. Sorry for bothering you" you reply hurt and he pauses, his irritation wavering.
"Princess, this is my big campaign it's important" The rest of Hellfire come in and you fake a smile, feeling even more shitty that Eddie snapped at you.
"I'll see you later Eddie, have a good campaign okay?" you smile at the guys then rush out before Eddie can call you back.
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The campaign was a massive success, he had spent a lot of time on it and he was pleased everything went so well.
However, all through Hellfire, he felt guilty that he snapped at you, the way you tried to hide how upset you were caused his heart to ache.
The truth was he was still getting used to being with someone this long, he only really had hook ups and brief relationships.
Nobody really caught his eye until you came along, no one made him want to commit to something...more until you came along.
He loved you so much and it scared the shit out of him at first at how deeply he loved you, he was less scared now but he was still navigating having a busy love life with his social life.
Before you all that took up his time was Hellfire and band practice but now he was getting used to having an amazing partner who now took up a pretty large part of his thoughts.
You rarely ever bothered him during the later stages of planning a campaign, except when he taught you how to play when you expressed interest in attending a few meetings.
Something must be bothering you and he curses himself that he doesn't know what's wrong. He didn't even give you a chance to explain.
The boys and Erica loved you as well and Erica was very vocal about the fact that he had messed up.
Unbelievable. He was told off by an eleven-year-old.
He's anxious to speak to you now and hopes you went back to his trailer as per the usual after Hellfire night.
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When Eddie gets home, Uncle Wayne is waiting for him.
"Hey, Wayne. Is Princess here?" Wayne nods.
"You know your girl is sick son, she's stubborn as a mule and tried to pretend she isn't but I ain't falling for it" he freezes.
You were sick? Shit! he immediately hurries into his room and finds you fast asleep on his bed.
Very gently he settles down on the bed and your eyes flutter open.
"Eddie. How was the campaign?" he gets into bed with you and holds you close.
"It was great sweetheart, you could have stuck around" you sigh and shake your head.
"Didn't want to bother you" he feels his heart clench painfully.
"Babe..."
"You were planning Hellfire, you were already grumpy" he winces remembering his response to you wanting to cuddle.
"I was a big douchebag, a complete butthead sweetheart. Yeah, the campaigns important but you're my girl and much much more important to me"
He kisses your forehead.
"We've only been dating for a few months and it's not an excuse it's just Hellfire used to be the most important part of my life, and now you are but I still love Hellfire and sometimes I get lost in my own head about it"
This softens you a little bit and you snuggle deeper into him.
"Eddie, I never ever want you to apologise for what you love. It's so lovely seeing you get excited about Hellfire. I love that, I just needed some extra Eddie cuddles that's all, was feeling shitty"
He nods and rests his chin on top of your head.
"Yeah, Wayne told me you're sick. You're also very stubborn. However, Doctor Munson's orders are bedrest, cuddles and lots of soup"
You peer up at him and pout adorably.
"Kisses too?" he grins, feeling his heart melt at that pout. Fuck, if his friends could see the big bad Dungeon Master reduced to a puddle over a pout.
"Yes, Princess and my famous hot chocolate" you beam.
"Before all that tell me a little more about the campaign. I want to hear about it?" he settles down and chats to you excitedly, ready for a night with his girl.
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#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson angst#mean eddie#Kinda#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x y/n
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Headcanon where spencer takes forever getting ready? Yes. I believe so.
“Spence, we’re gonna be late!” She called, standing in the hallway of their shared apartment. Spencer took forever getting ready, which tracked. “You’re gonna make us late!”
“Relax, sweetheart,” Spencer huffed, stepping out of the bedroom as he buttoned the top of his shirt. “It takes us exactly thirteen minutes and seventeen seconds to arrive, including the streetlights, stop signs, and possible traffic.”
“Curse you and your big brain, Spencer Reid,” You playfully chided, kissing his cheek as you grabbed your keys. “Ready?”
“Let me grab my shoes.”
“Jesus H. Christ, Spencer!”
#♡☆ 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙮'𝙨 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 ☆♡#spencer reid is my comfort character#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader fluff#spencer reid drabble#criminal minds
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Always On My Mind - Steve Harrington
A/N: omg! I have no idea how this happened 😊 I finally got this out and I really, really hope you like it as much as the first one! thank you so much for all the love (and for the patience!)
Warnings: reader is hurt (like badly hurt) but it's only mentioned at the beginning, I think that's it but let me know if I missed anything. also, this is a sequel to You Keep Me Hanging On so I would advise you read that one first (link at the bottom)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :) gif isn’t mine :D
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Always On My Mind
If I made you feel second-best
I'm so sorry I was blind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were trying extremely hard to focus. It was over. You had made it. You were back at Hawkins and you made it to the hospital. Max was hurt. And so was Eddie. Although his injury wasn’t as bad because you ran out to help him. You saw the nurses take Max one way and Eddie the other way. You turned around and saw Robin comforting Erica and making sure they would check her as well since that idiot Andy basically attacked her. And on the other side, you saw Steve. He was trying his best to calm Lucas and Dustin down. You blinked a few times and you tried to make your way to them but…
“You’re bleeding!” you heard Nancy’s voice next to you. You opened your mouth to say something but blood came out. “Oh my God!” Nancy grabbed you when you were about to hit the floor. “STEVE!”
You tried to stay up with Nancy’s help and you saw Steve, Dustin, and Lucas look your way. Steve felt his heart drop the second he saw you. You had blood on your stomach and you were trying to hold yourself up. You heard him screaming your name as he ran over to you, to help you keep you up.
“Sweetheart, look at me!” he said, placing his hand on your cheek while you heard Dustin and Lucas screaming for someone to help them. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt? I asked you if you were hurt!” he said with a few tears rolling down his cheeks.
“I’m s-sorry” you before your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you almost collapsed on the floor but Steve quickly held you, screaming for a doctor to help as you passed out in his arms.
“HELP!”
Steve jumped awake on his bed and felt he was sweating cold. He placed his hand on his chest and he could feel his heart beating incredibly fast. He sat down on the bed and grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand to calm himself down.
It had been a few weeks after they came back from the UpsideDown. Max was still at the hospital, and you and Eddie had been staying with him. Mostly because Eddie was still kind of lying low since a lot of people still thought he was a murderer. And you, because your parents were out of town with his parents and cared about just as much that their daughter was in the hospital. He ran a hand through his hair and got out of his parents’ bed. He walked over to his room where you were staying and silently opened the door, sighing in relief when he saw you peacefully asleep. He closed the door and walked downstairs to the kitchen, where he found his other guest.
“Munson-”
“Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie jumped a little, turning around to see Steve. “You scared the shit out of me, man” he said, placing his hand on his chest as he held his crutch on his right hand.
“Um, what are you doing?” Steve asked confused.
“Well… I was just… a bit hungry” Eddie explained.
“Are you high?”
“Uh… would you be upset if I was?”
“No” Steve shrugged.
“Then yes, I am very much high, Harrington” he smiled politely at him. “You want some?” he asked, pointing at the joint on the counter.
“You know what? Yes” Steve said, grabbing it and taking a hit.
“Alright, now it’s a party” Eddie chuckled when Steve coughed a little. “You okay there, man?”
“Yeah, it’s just… been a while” he said. “Let me grab those for you” he said, walking over to the cabinet where Eddie was trying to reach for the chips.
“Thanks” Eddie said grabbing something to drink too and the brownies you had made earlier before the two of them walked to the living room. “So, what’s up?”
“What?” Steve asked, confused.
“Why can’t you sleep? Did you have another nightmare?”
“Yeah” Steve said, drinking his soda. “You?”
“Yep” Eddie said, grabbing the chips. “Those fucking bats really made a number on my leg man” he said, looking at the cast on his right foot. “You know… I may have not made it if it wasn’t for her, right?” Steve silently nodded. After you were taken by the doctor, Dustin confessed that you had gone out to help Eddie and the bats attacked you instead but you kept insisting he had it worse. “Was your nightmare about her?”
He had never talked about that moment after it happened. He had been glued to you the entire time, never leaving your side and taking care of your every need. He didn’t speak while you were out, which was about a day. And when you woke up, he yelled at you. He was so angry for you running out to help Eddie and he told you how reckless and careless you were. The two of you hadn’t spoken since, except for Steve letting you know you’ll be staying with him and asking every now and then if you needed anything.
“She fainted in my arms, man” Steve said. “There was blood coming out of her mouth and… her body and…” he closed his eyes. “I thought she was dead” he said, with his voice breaking a little. “I didn’t notice” he continued. “When we got to you and Dustin, she just said to help you and that you were bleeding horribly and that we needed to bring you back and then Max was even worse and…” he sighed. “And I didn’t see she was in pain” he said, sitting back. “How could I have been so stupid? And then when she wakes up instead of being glad that she’s gonna be okay I yelled at her!”
“Yeah, that was probably not your best move” Eddie chuckled as Steve placed his hands over his face and rested his elbows on his legs.
“She probably hates me now and I wouldn’t blame her” he said, brushing a hand through his hair.
“Seriously? You have to be dumber than I thought, Harrington” Eddie laughed. “She doesn’t hate you” he insisted and Steve looked at him. “Do you honestly think she’ll still be here if she hated you?”
“Well she’s hurt and-”
“And she doesn’t give a fuck about that. You and I know her well enough to know that she does whatever she wants. I told her to stay back and she didn’t listen to me. You told us to stay on the boat when we were at the lake and she didn’t care. Do you think she would stay here just because you told her to? She could go to Wheeler’s or Robin’s-”
“Maybe it’s because you’re here too. She’s worried about you-”
“Yeah, because that’s who she is. She would rather help get me and Max to the hospital before saying she was hurt too. Trust me, Harrington, that means nothing, man” he said, taking another puff of the joint.
“Well, since you seem to know so much and I don’t, why don’t you enlighten me, Munson, and tell me why you think she’s here” Steve glared at him a little.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he said, letting the smoke out. “Because of you” he simply said.
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Well, maybe, and I’m just thinking out loud here, she was waiting for you to tell her that you love her back?” he said, making Steve choke on the soda he was drinking.
“H-how do you-?”
“Know about that? She’s my friend, man. Unlike you, I didn’t yell at her and told her she was stupid for doing what she did. I thanked her for helping me and we talk all the time” he explained. “Unlike you, who has been avoiding her like the plague” he laughed.
“I have not!”
“Seriously, dude? Other than, ‘Do you need anything?’ and ‘Are you hungry?’ you’ve barely spoken to her” he explained.
“I was… trying to give her some space” Steve tried to reason with him.
“She doesn’t want space, man! God, you are so stupid!” he said, getting closer to him and hitting the back of his head.
“Ouch!”
“Snap out of it, man! I mean it! We went over this I told you when we were on the UpsideDown. For some reason, which, believe me, for the life of me, I still do not understand, that girl loves you. She loves you, man! She told you even though she thought you still loved Wheeler, do you understand how brave that shit is? And you still haven’t told her? You’re running away dude, and, do you know who never, ever rushes into anything and instead runs away from shit?”
“Cowards” Steve said, feeling even worse.
“Exactly. And whatever I’ve called you in the past, Harrington, you are no coward. So, what the fuck is it? Are you seriously still hung up on Nancy Wheeler-?”
“No! I am not in love with Nancy, okay?” Steve snapped.
“Then what the fuck is your problem, Steve?”
“Ugh!” he grunted. “I can’t believe I’m discussing this with Eddie Munson” he sighed.
“I’m gonna choose to take that as a compliment” Eddie smirked.
“Why do you even care? Wouldn’t you want me to screw up so you can be with her?”
“Whoa, dude where did you get that idea? We’re just friends” Eddie insisted.
“Really? Because the two of you seemed really close when we were on the UpsideDown, and you said ‘If I were you, I would not take her for granted, man. 'Cause that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen. And if you let her go, someone else might not be so stupid’” he said, mocking Eddie’s voice.
“Okay, now I do take offense. I don’t sound like that” Eddie glared at him. “Look, I’m not blind. She’s pretty and she has a kickass personality. If she weren’t totally hung up on you, I might even think that I may have a chance and go for it. But it’s useless. She wants you for some reason. And it’s not like I’m in love with her like you are” he shrugged.
“Stop saying that!” Steve complained.
“Why? Aren’t you?” Eddie smirked. Steve took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair again.
“Look, the last time… I said that to anyone” he started. “It just… it didn’t go well” he told Eddie. “Like at all” he said sadly. “And I guess I’m just… scared that… she’s also going to realize that she can do a lot better than me and the same thing is going to happen” he said, sadly. “Maybe that’s it. I’m not meant to be with anyone. I don’t really deserve it-”
“Alright, stop being so dramatic” Eddie said, rolling his eyes. “First of all, I’m flattered that you think I’m a lot better than you” he smirked.
“I didn’t necessarily mean you-”
“And secondly, as much as you know that I hate to admit it… Dustin’s right man. You are a good dude. Trust me, I experienced first class of the asshole that was King Steve” he said, making Steve glare a little at him. “But, I don’t really see that guy anymore. I mean, you even took me in” he said. “You drive the kids every day to see Max. You drive Robin wherever she needs to go. You helped at the whole donation thing Mrs. Wheeler asked you to. You’ve come a long way, Stevie. And trust me, I’m not the only one who’s noticed” he said, making Steve smile just barely. “Stop being so hard on yourself, man. You deserve to be happy. And so does she” he told him.
“Thanks, man” Steve said, putting his drink up so Eddie would toast with him.
“Sure” he said, getting back to his seat. “Also, if you screw it up, I’m waiting a few months to make a move. Just letting you know now” he chuckled, making Steve glare at him but he laughed a little. Who would thought that King Steve and Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson would have ended up being friends?
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“Hey” Steve heard your voice as you walked into the kitchen where he was making breakfast. He smiled when he saw you were wearing his yellow sweater.
“Good morning” he smiled nervously.
“Um, I hope you don’t mind I borrowed your sweater. I got cold in the middle of the night” you explained, sitting on one of the counter chairs.
“Let me help you-” Steve said, noticing your pained expression but you stopped him with your hand.
“I’ve got it” you smiled a little. “Thanks” you said. “So, where’s Eddie?” you asked, confused. He was usually up by now.
“Oh, he’s still asleep” Steve informed you and you simply nodded.
Not only were they up very late last night, Eddie said, he would give them some space so he could finally talk to you. He was exhausted but there was no way he wouldn’t be there to help you.
“You know, I had no idea you knew how to cook” you said, all of the sudden. He had been mostly ordering food for the three of you. And you had cereal or frozen waffles for breakfast, unless Eddie was in the mood to cook, who was actually not that bad.
“Um, full disclosure, I have no idea if they’re gonna be any good” he laughed nervously.
“Would you like some help?”
“No-!” he quickly said, turning to you. “Um… you should be resting. I’ve got it” he insisted. “Do you need anything?” he asked, going back to the food and cursing himself for repeating the same question he asked you all the time as Eddie pointed out.
“Um, I’m okay” you told him. “I was actually wondering if um… maybe you can take me to my house later today?” you asked, making Steve drop the spatula in his hand and he turned to look at you.
“Y-you want to go home?” he asked, feeling his heart breaking. Had he missed his chance?
“If you can’t take me is fine. Is not that far. I can probably walk-”
“No!” he said, walking over to you and grabbing your hands in his.
“No?” you asked, confused. Steve looked like he was about to cry. Or throw up. Or both. “Steve, are you okay?”
“Okay. Here it goes” he said, looking away. “I’m sorry” he blurted out. “I am so sorry about everything I did. I am the stupidest man on Earth for making you feel like you didn’t matter to me” he continued. “I am so sorry for yelling at you when you woke up. I was just so angry at myself because I didn’t notice you were hurt. And you didn’t feel like you could tell me and I am so sorry for that!”
“Steve-”
“No, please, let me finish” he interrupted you. “Look, I know that you were upset about the whole Nancy thing and you have every right to” he said. “But, I need you to know that I don’t have feelings for Nancy. Not anymore. She’s just my friend” he insisted. “And…” he sighed. “D-do you remember the first time I called you? And asked you if you could come get me and you stayed with me?”
“I remember” you nodded.
“I wanted to call Robin” he admitted and you frowned, confused. “I have no idea why but I dialed your number and… I felt really embarrassed because I didn’t want you to see me like that. But you came and… you stayed with me and… I knew then” he said in a serious tone.
“Knew what?” you asked, still confused about this whole speech.
“I knew that I was falling for you” he admitted, making your heart flutter. “I know that I was an asshole in high school and that you didn’t like me, even if we’ve known each other our whole lives. And then, I finally got the chance to actually get to know you, and… you were the best person I met. You were there when I broke up with Nancy and when Billy Hargrove beat the shit out of me. You were always there. You stayed with me after the Starcourt thing because you didn’t want me to be alone and you helped me whenever we had job interviews and… you always make me feel like I am worth something and I am so sorry if I ever made you feel otherwise because… you are the most important person in my life. And I am so sorry that I didn’t tell you this sooner” he kept going, not noticing the small smile that was forming on your face. “I’m sorry I yelled at you when you woke up. I know I already said that but… I was just so scared, I thought I had lost you and… I honestly don’t think that I could live without you in my life” he said, with a few tears running down his face.
“Steve-” you said, placing your hand on his face.
“I love you” he finally said, feeling an enormous weight being lifted off his shoulders. “I love you so much, sweetheart. And I am so sorry it took me so long to tell you I was just being a coward because…” he sighed. “You know what happened when I said that to Nancy” he said, looking down at your linked hands. “It destroyed me and… if it’s possible, I love you so much more but… I didn’t think that I was deserving enough of you so… I was running away” he said, looking back at you. “I love you so much and I am so sorry. If you’ll still have me, I would love to be with you, but… if you still want to go home, I respect that too” he said, smiling sadly.
“What? Steve, I was just asking if you could take me home to get more clothes” you explained with a sweet smile, making Steve widen his eyes.
“W-what?”
“But now that I know that you love me” you smirked a little at him and he laughed a little, throwing his head back and you saw him blush.
“Well, I don’t care. I said it. I love you” he repeated.
“I would like to jump over this counter and kiss you right now, but I’m pretty sure you would get mad and say that I’m hurt and that I shouldn't-” you were cut off by Steve walking over to you and leaning down to kiss you.
You had kissed Steve before but it wasn’t like this. Something was different. You didn’t know how it could but it was even more perfect. His arms wrapped carefully around your waist, bringing you closer.
“I love you so much” he repeated, smiling when he saw the look on your face.
“I love you too” you said before he kissed you again. “And, for the record, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was hurt” you admitted. “I didn’t think it was that bad” you told him.
“You still should have told me” he said, brushing your cheek with his thumb.
“I know” you smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry I scared you” you told him. “And that it’s making you have nightmares” you said.
“How did you-? Did Eddie tell you?”
“No” you smiled. “I know you, Steve” you said, as if it was obvious.
“How have you been sleeping?” he asked, worriedly.
“Well, if I’m being honest… I think it would be better if… maybe… you could stay with me?” you asked with a small smile. “If that’s okay?”
Steve hugged you closer to him and kissed your temple. “Whatever you want, sweetheart” he said, kissing you again.
“Not that I’m not loving this moment, but I think the food is burning” you said, making Steve let go of you instantly.
“What?”
“Are you two still figuring shit out or are you together already? I’m hungry!” you heard Eddie’s voice coming from the stairs, making you laugh.
“You can come down, Eddie” you said, as he hopped over to the kitchen with his crutches. “Although as for the food, it doesn’t look good” you said, as Steve tried to salvage what was left of the breakfast he was making.
“Aw, Stevie, you went through all this trouble for me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Munson” he said, tossing the ruined food. “So… who’s in the mood to go out to eat?”
“This is who you really wanna be with, princess?” Eddie asked you, making you laugh as Steve glared at him, and punched his arm.
“I think it’s sweet that he tried” you said, smiling at Steve.
“Thank you, love” he said, kissing you.
The End
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[Part 1]
A/N: sooo, I really hope you loves like it, and there is a tiny chance that I might do another version where the reader chooses Eddie, but no promises! xD
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Behind the Wheel
Summary: Times when Ghost's driving (& piloting) gets the team in trouble.
Warnings: Descriptions of violence, injuries and drinking (but not really). Mentions of death. Mentions of throwing up.
Pairing(s): Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader (Platonic), Task Force 141 x Reader (Platonic)
Word Count: 1,642
Note: No use of (Y/N)
a/n: hey hey! so sorry that this is late! school just started for me and i've been doing job interviews as well. finally got some time tonight to finish this. sorry if the ending felt rushed, my brain didn't know how to word. might post another fic/headcanons this week though! also, thank you so much for 100 followers! and another thanks to @thoughtfullyhauntedchild for inspiration :3
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Las Almas
Seeing the truck almost brought tears to your eyes. You were exhausted to say the least, also pissed off with Graves and Shepard and even more that you got shot. It was not your day. But during the darkest hour, that running truck was the ray of light you needed.
After exchanging shots with the remaining Shadows in the area, Ghost rams through the blockade without warning. Still sitting up from covering the men in the front, the forward momentum launches you out of the backseat, body moving towards the already broken windshield.
If it weren’t for Soap's quick reflexes, it would have been the second time you’ve been thrown out the window during a mission. Thankfully he grabs the back of your vest to slow you down. But instead of glass, your face hits the dashboard. The pain was blinding white, tears threaten to spill as Soap pulls you back and you cradle your face in your hands.
You missed Ghost’s eyes widened with shock (and slight amusement) as yours was still closed to stop the tears from leaking out. Soap’s eyebrows furrow with concern as he gently tilts your chin up and carefully slides the balaclava down your face, a chain of "owies" leaving your lips.
“Sorry Lass, I’m just gonna feel if it’s broken, okay?”
“As long as you let me whine about it.”
Using his pointer finger and his thumb, Soap makes small squeezes down your nose. You mutter curses as he does so. “Fuck, dammit! Oh Jesus Christ, shit!” Soap mumbles back apologies, keeping his hand steady as the truck drives through the uneven ground. He pulls back, giving your face another inspection.
“Definitely swelling but nothing feels broken to me.” You give him the okay sign. Moving back to your seat, you gently maneuver your mask back on.
Ghost can feel your eyes burning holes on the back of his head. Maybe he did feel a little bad but it really wasn’t his fault that you slammed your face on the dashboard. He just hopes your nose isn’t broken or else he won’t hear the end of it. But still, he kind of apologizes.
Giving you a glance through the rearview mirror, he acknowledges you. “My bad, Sargent.”
Fighting the urge to roll your eyes and feeling like this is the most he’s going to say, you let out an audible sigh.
“It’s cool, LT."
Moscow
Whenever the team goes out after missions, you were almost, if not always the designated driver of the group. It started as a “rookie responsibility” but honestly, you liked taking care of others. It reminded you of your college days, dragging your friends back to the dorm building, feeding them goldfish and water before tucking them in bed and leaving them some painkillers for when they wake up. Now, you do the exact same things but with taller military guys that claim to have high tolerance.
However, tonight’s a little different. Nikolai piloted the team to safety and as a thank you, Price promised to buy everyone's drinks. You initially declined the offer but Soap’s question made you reconsider.
“Don’t you wanna try real Russian Vodka?” He grins at you. He watches you open your mouth before closing it, eyes deep in thought. Sensing your hesitation, Soap looks over to their Lieutenant that was in the back of the group.
“Hey LT, can you drive us back tonight?” Soap shouts at him. Ghost narrows his eyes. “Please? Crash has always driven us back!”
Ghost doesn’t respond but you do instead. “Don’t worry about it LT! I won’t drink tonight, I’ll drive everyone to the hotel.”
Soap lets out a whine, disappointed and even Gaz looked a little bummed. Clearly annoyed, mostly with himself for giving into peer pressure (and not wanting to deal with Soap’s bitching for the rest of the night), Ghost lets out a sigh, “Oi, Crash.”
Watching your head turn back at him, he opens his hand. “Keys,” He demanded. You raise an eyebrow at him, silently asking “Are you sure?” He just nods. Fishing the keys out of your pocket, you toss it towards him.
A few hours and many shots later, the group piles back into the SUV. Nikolai sits up in the front passenger seat, giving Ghost slurred directions back to the hotel, while Soap and Gaz laying passed out in the back row. You and Price are in the middle, him telling you a story from his past and you, not really comprehending, nodding along.
The car makes a slight jump when hitting a bump on the road, the movement not helping your stomach. It’s becoming more frequent now, along with the addition of the sharp turns. Looking away from Price and to the driver in front of you, your brain was slow to process what was going on. The bumps continue, eventually waking the two men in the back seat. Even with your hazy mind, you notice a pattern during the beginning chaos. Slide, bump, slide, bump. Glancing out the window to confirm your suspicions, you watch the tires going over every curb you see.
Ghost was annoyed again. Nikolai’s instructions were sudden, therefore making his movements jerky. The safer option is to slow down but Ghost wanted everyone in bed.
“Jesus, Si. The fuck you haulin’ ass for?” He hears your voice call out. "Fuckin' driving like a teenager, hitting curbs and shit."
“The girl is right. Wouldn’t want the police to show up,” Nikolai comments. As if he had been blessed with the gift of prophecy by Apollo himself, Ghost catches the sight of red and blue lights flashing behind him.
“Oh fuckin’ hell."
Swiss Alps
One of the pilots is dead, the other was putting pressure on their arm that was sporting a gunshot wound, the aircraft itself was spinning out of control and you were panicking. Honestly, everyone was panicking but you’re the only one showing it.
“Oh man, why am I forgetting my training for this?” You questioned, mostly to yourself. Price keeps a tight grip on your shoulders, trying to calm you down from your ramblings. Constant beepings and warnings are heard throughout the helicopter. Gaz, already bracing himself while Soap frantically looks around for anything useful.
Ghost, looking unbothered, shoves the body aside and takes a seat. He glances over at the injured pilot. “You’re going to instruct me to land this thing.”
“Crash landing to be more accurate. Look for big snow piles,” They yell out. Ghost nods, grabbing hold of the cyclic and quickly scans for snow mounds. Finding one that looks big enough, he leads the helicopter towards it. It was supposed to be simple, just crash on the fluffy snow and call it a day. However, trying to stabilize a malfunctioning aircraft wasn’t as easy as he thought. Though, upon seeing the pile of safety, he gives out a breath of relief.
Ghost on and off the field is a machine. So when he completely misses the snow mound, he lets out an audible gasp. Along with the loud beeping, Soap and Gaz join’s your screaming.
“HOW DID YOU MISS?! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU MISS THE-” Your yelling was the last thing he heard before blacking out.
141 Task Force Base
Waking up in the med bay was something he wasn’t expecting, along with being alive in general. The lights were dim, his eyes adjusting his surroundings quicker. Wiggling his fingers, he was relieved to feel them touch the cotton sheets. Unsure of what injuries he had, Ghost slowly lifts his hand up to his face. He lets out a quiet sigh when he feels the familiar fabric of his balaclava. Suddenly his mind races to his team, to Soap, to you.
The last thing he recalls was blurs of trees and everyone screaming.
“Hey! LT’s awake!” A familiar Scotts voice rings out, followed by someone shushing him and what sounds like a slap on the head.
The lights turn a smidge brighter, as if to not hurt Ghost’s eyes. He watches the team walk into the room, looking a little more rough than usual. His gaze lingers on the shortest member of the group. A couple bandages cover her face, along with a frown. Arms crossed and eyes refusing to meet him.
Price explains to him that after the collision, he, Gaz and Soap had to drag you, him and the other pilot out. And also the helicopter exploded. They watch him run a hand down his masked face.
He looks at you again, “You’re pissed.”
You meet his gaze this time, “No shit.”
Sensing some tension, the team spreads out through the room, not wanting to get in the way but also wanting to see you go off on the Lieutenant.
“Your driving sucks ass, LT! Like Cher from Clueless! Hitting curbs like a teenage girl. Holy fuck, my guy.” You start. All Ghost could do was stare at you, more amused than angry. “You almost broke my nose in Mexico with a freaking break check, I threw up in front of police officers- wasting eighty dollars worth of good vodka! And now this!” You point at your face. “My face is all jacked up!”
That last comment made him chuckle, out of all the things you were concerned about, it was your appearance that mattered. He inspects your face, besides having new scars, everything else looks the same. All he could do was shake his head in disbelief.
“Crash, you are such a girl.” He gives you a smile. You couldn’t see his mouth but his eyes expressed it. “I’m just glad you’re alive.”
That comment caught you off guard, feeling heat coming up to your cheeks. You were speechless.
"Also, it really wasn't my fault."
"YES IT IS!"
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hiiii uhhh joel drabble based on my daddy dick appointment yesterday
warning: rimming, intox (poppers and weed), oral, squirting, erectile dysfunction (real old man dick enjoyers know wassup), toys, overstimulation, daddy kink obvs
anatomical terms: cunt/pussy, clit/cock/dick
It’s not that you had daddy issues.
Or that he had a framed picture of him and his daughter on the shelf.
Or a throw pillow with the word DAD sewn onto it, clutched against your chest as he messily ate you out on the leather sectional in his one bedroom apartment.
No, he was just hot. A hot older guy that hit you up on Grindr for the ol' smoke and poke, a quick hit of some blunt and cunt. That’s it. That’s all this was.
He was just a hot older guy, and nothing more.
Not a daddy.
The picture of his daughter was not staring you down while you blew him, much too rigorously for his liking.
“Easy, easy there, easy. Slow down, baby. I don’t wanna cum yet. Just- Just lick my balls for a little bit. Nice and slow, good boy.”
You did as he said, slithering your tongue across and smothering your face in his massive balls, trying and failing to fit even just one in your mouth. You did not want to think about how that girl in the picture frame was once swimming around in them.
And you definitely were not wondering if his daughter’s mother ever ate his ass out like this. With how tense he was, you figured probably not, but he opened up beautifully once you lubed up your fingers. Hell, he even took that buttplug like a champ.
“Oh, Jesus Christ… Ngh…”
“You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good… Just gotta… Mmm, just gotta get used to it, sweetness.”
Maybe his ex was kinky. Maybe she’d been the first one to touch his prostate. Or maybe it was his doctor just a couple weeks ago. Maybe it’d been revelation, divine knowledge bestowed to him while bent over on the exam table, and he’d been experimenting ever since, trying to make lightning strike twice.
You were not trying to guess whether he was divorced, a widower, or a cheater. Hopefully not the third, because nothing will kill an orgasm faster than a vengeful spouse and a loaded handgun. But hey, that’s not your problem. Not yet, at least, and hopefully not ever.
Just a hot older guy. Decades of experience, and it showed. He surely knew his way around a pussy, liquid proof dripping from his mustache. He knelt down in front of you once more, hoisted your legs onto his shoulders, and yanked your butt off the edge of the couch.
“Got the poppers, bud? Y’wanna hold ‘em up for me?”
You uncapped and held the small bottle to his nostril and watched him take a five second inhale, then a breath, and another five second inhale.
Fuck, he was hot.
You barely had time to bring the poppers to your own face before his went down. His tongue pressed and flicked, swirled and licked your fattened clit. Two long fingers shoved up your pussy, and one snuck up your ass, all three reaching much deeper than you could do yourself. They pumped in time with his mouth, at first. Steady, deliberate motions intended to open you up for something more. He rose to his feet, bringing your legs up with him, and feverishly pumped his half-hard cock. Brows knit in unwavering focus as he tried to get it all the way up.
“Shit… won’t stay up. Hol’ on. Where’s the damn…?”
He grabbed a rubber ring off the coffee table and slid it onto his cock, tugging his heavy balls through the loop. You watched, entranced, having no frame of reference for what that might feel like. You tried to imagine it on your own cock: a tight pinch, forcing all that blood into it, all that pressure. It sounded heavenly on its own, but to be fair, you had much less dick to fill. The ring seemed to be doing the trick for him, though. He finally got it up, poked it against your cunt, and shoved it in. No time to waste, and no time to adjust before he started coring you out on the couch.
For about three thrusts, and then he fell out.
“Son of a… Fuck it.”
In a fit of sexual frustration, he fell to his knees and plunged his face into your pussy once more. All tact and any shred of restraint he had left was gone. He was an animal, and devoured you as such. He sucked your tiny dick up into his mouth, tugging at it like he was trying to tear it off. The three fingers went back into your holes as if they'd never left, finding your sweet spots in a matter of seconds. He jackhammered them, forcing you to bear a ruthless, brutal onslaught of pleasure. The speed had your entire body shaking, even down to your voice.
"F-F-F-u-u-u-u-u-c-k-k, o-o-h-h-h-h, y-y-y-e-e-e-e-e-s-s-s..."
It sounded like you were moaning into a desk fan, the sobs of ecstasy being intercepted by his hand. His wrist did not falter, not for a moment. Not even when every jab of his fingers got him splashed with cum. Every. Jab. You honestly didn't even know you could physically squirt this much. Hell, you couldn't stop squirting. Not that you'd want to, but still. He just took it on the chin, quite literally, snarling with sadistic satisfaction as he drank it all down. When his thirst was finally quenched, he pulled back, his face glistening with your juices.
"Sorry I couldn't get hard, darlin'. I dunno if it was the poppers or the pot or what... Usually doesn't happen to me."
The fuck? The man sucks your soul out of your body, gives you an industrial-strength orgasm, and the first word out of his mouth is sorry? Your cunt was still buzzing a good 30 seconds after he stopped and he thinks to apologize? Is this guy for real? You shut that shit down right away.
"No, no, no, oh my god, you're... you're fine, don't worry... Shit... That was... You're fucking amazing... Thank you..."
"Aw, pleasure's all mine, sugarplum. You taste fuckin' incredible, y'know. I could-"
*RING*
"Shit, it's my daughter. I gotta take this."
Saying the quiet part out loud, it seems.
#there's no fucking shot the dilf i boinked yesterday has tumblr let alone him finding my shit so i think im good#im good to just straight up plagiarize irl sex#tlou#tlou x reader#tlou smut#the last of us#the last of us x reader#the last of us smut#joel miller#joel miller headcanon#joel miller imagine#joel miller x reader#joel miller smut
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Lovers Rock: Rodrick Heffley x F! Reader
Author’s Note: Special thanks to @celootaku1 for telling me I should write this :) Hope you enjoy! Sorry it’s like months late though…
Summary: A panic attack in the school cafeteria leads to a chance encounter with none other than Rodrick Heffley.
Warnings: anxiety, panic attacks, probably OOC Rodrick don’t hate me. Otherwise lots of fluff <3
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You were certain this was the worst day of your life.
As soon as you woke up, the impending doom of the day seemed to loom over your head, your brain repeating over and over how bad today was. Your head felt fuzzy and confused, your body shaky and riddled with random jolts of anxiety.
It all came to a climax during lunch time, when the smells, sounds, and godawful fluorescent lights of the cafeteria all become to much for you, and you bolted. You grabbed your lunchbox, excusing yourself from your table, and bolting out to your car in the parking lot. The school was well aware of your condition, and all you had to do was nod and they let you out.
You slammed your door shut, the panic setting in. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. Your breathing cycled over and over, rounds of seconds of holding and exhaling.
Unbeknownst to you, was the guy sitting in the van parked right next to you. Rodrick Heffley had decided he did not want to go so Spanish that day, instead choosing to take a nap in the back of the van. He was rudely awakened however, by slamming doors and the loud beeping of the car’s lock system.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
Rodrick climbed to the front of the van, looking at his window at the commotion. He noticed you sitting in your front seat, breathing in and out as tears flowed down your cheeks, smearing your mascara down your face. He felt a little bad now, panic attacks were something he’d dealt with a lot in middle school. He took a deep breath, opening his van door, and knocking on your window gently. You jolted up, and he winced. You took another deep breath in, before rolling your window down.
“H-hi?” you said, voice weak and shaky. You were absolutely confused as to why Rodrick Heffley was knocking on your window, much less doing so in a nice way.
“You okay?” he asked, shuffling a little as he leaned down to your window.
“Not really,” you sniffled, wiping your eyes.
“Do you want to talk?”
“There’s really nothing. I had a panic attack over nothing.”
Awkward silence between you both. Rodrick because he wasn’t quite sure what to say, and you because while you appreciated his concern, you really did not feel like talking at that moment.
“I can go if you want…”
“No!”
Rodrick looked at you, slightly puzzled. It didn’t seem like you wanted him to be there, but your outburst was strange.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to yell, I just…”
“Nah, I get it.”
“You can get in if you want.”
Rodrick opened your car door, sliding into the passenger seat. You leaned your head back into your seat, continuing your breathing slowly and gently.
Rodrick sat, watching you. You were always such a fun-loving person, caring and kind, smiling like nothing was ever wrong.
Your heart started to settle down and your head cleared slightly. You checked your phone, seeing a few texts from your friends asking if you were alright. You smiled, but set it down. You would reply later.
“Thanks for sitting here,” you said, turning towards Rodrick. “I really appreciate the concern.”
“Yeah, anytime. You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, just sometimes I wake up with the worst feelings of anxiety for no reason. Today was one of those days. Cafeteria was just too much today.”
“I get it. In middle school, I used to get super anxious all the time. But my way of coping was just to not care, I guess.”
“I wish it was that easy.”
“It was hard, but that’s when I started to drum too. Helped me with the nerves and shit.”
You giggled a little, wiping your eyes. You pulled down your mirror, groaning at the raccoon eyes look you were pulling off right now.
“I’m a mess!”
“Hey, no worries, I have an idea.”
Rodrick bolted, rushing into the front seat of his van for something. After a few minutes of sifting through not done homework and fast food bags, he grabbed a small bag. Sitting back down in the seat, he opened it and pulled out an eyeliner pencil. You cocked your head, looking at him with a “what the fuck” look.
“I wear it for gigs sometimes. I carry it around just in case any pretty girls need it.”
Your heart fluttered at that comment.
“Close your eyes,” he said. You obliged, tilting towards him. He lined it around the top of your eyes, smudging it a little with his fingers.
“Okay, open.”
You did, and then he drew a small line underneath the bottom of the rim of your eye. Taking his pinky, he smudged it, wiping away the flakes of mascara along with it.
“Alright, done.”
You flicked your mirror down, examining his work. You smiled in astonishment, you looked wicked cool and totally smudged on purpose.
“I love it!” You squealed. “I look awesome! Thank you so much!”
“Anytime.”
You sat in silence, examining it. You looked so…not you, and it was so sick. You checked your phone again, seeing it was almost time for lunch to end.
“Crap, I gotta go,” you said, sighing. Instead of pocketing your phone, you handed it to Rodrick in a bold move.
“Can I get your number?” you asked, “Just in case?”
“Huh…oh OH yeah, um of course!”
You giggled again at his shock, handing him your phone as he put his number in. Rodrick handed your phone back, his hands so shaky it was endearing.
“Thanks again, Rodrick. See you soon.”
You exited your car, bolting back inside. Rodrick shut your car, staring at you walking inside. See you soon. His heart fluttered a little, something that hadn’t happened since Heather Hills sat next to him in class several years ago.
Later that evening, Rodrick felt his phone ping in his pocket, picking it up he read a text from your presumed number.
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He opened it to see a picture of you holding an eyeliner pencil in the makeup section with a smile on your face.
Another text from you that said:
had to get my own since i looked so cool! thanks again <3
His heart fluttered again, this time at an alarming rate. He typed out a response, palms sweaty and hands once again shaking like a leaf in the wind.
of course, pretty girl <3
From the other end of the phone, you felt faint. You set your phone down, letting your brain formulate a response. You typed it down, breathing in and out before sending:
do you want to hang out this weekend?
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A/N: Request from @hargrovesangel. Gods, I managed to write this in one freaking hour. Record time, seriously! We truly love jealous Billy, don't we?
Words: 1861
Warnings: jealous!Billy, violence, maybe hints of a toxic relationship?
It was already dark out when you stumbled across the trailer park, tears worsening your sight. One streetlamp, two streetlamps, three streetlamps… Eddie’s trailer came in sight. You sniffed, another sob echoing through the crisp air.
You knew that Wayne was at work already. You let out a sigh of relief when you spotted the light coming through the window of the living room. Eddie was home then, probably jamming away on his beloved guitar.
You rushed up the stairs, knocking as hard as you could. For a few seconds, it remained quiet, then, you could hear the footsteps nearing the door. When Eddie saw your tear-stricken face, his lips parted.
“Jesus H Christ, what happened?” You shook your head. Before you could utter a response, you were interrupted by another sob and threw yourself into his arms.
Eddie had been your best friend since middle school. He was quite literally your comfort person—and you always had each other’s back.
“We… we fought…” you choked out. Eddie held you tightly. This wasn’t the first time you were at his doorstep, crying over your relationship with Billy. And without fail, you argued over the same thing over and over again: Eddie Munson.
Billy was an impeccable lover. He was passionate and intense, he was protective and always looking out for you. It had taken him months to prove to you he was serious about you, that he liked you more than a fling and you were so in love with him it physically hurt. But he was also jealous. Unpredictable and dangerous.
He’d never been fond of the idea of your best friend being a guy, let alone someone like Eddie Munson. He’d promised he’d accepted it but the expression on your face whenever you told him you’d go and hang out with the town freak spoke volumes.
It was quite ironic that you were currently in Eddie’s arms.
“Come inside, sweetheart. Let’s get you warmed up, you’re ice cold.”
“Y-yeah, I walked here.”
“You walked?” Eddie’s eyes widened as he closed the door and led you over to the couch.
“Wanted to get away from him as quickly as possible,” you murmured.
“Shit… You want something to drink?”
“A… hot cocoa?” Eddie’s hot chocolate was the best in the world. Maybe it was the cheap and somehow charming sachets Wayne bought, maybe it was the way Eddie prepared it—he’d one day started replacing the spoon with a slim chocolate bar and it always lifted your mood.
Eddie nodded. He gave you a smile and went to heat up some milk in the microwave before he went to work. A few minutes of silence later, he returned with a mug that had the Iron Maiden logo on it and sat down with you. He loved that mug. He only let you use it when you were feeling down—just like right now. You took a sip, savouring the sweetness of the hot chocolate.
“So… what happened?”
“The same thing as always. Billy hates you, he doesn’t want me near you, he’s jealous. I just don’t know what to do anymore. I keep telling him that we’re just friends but it’s like he doesn’t want me to talk to any other man but him.”
“Oh, sweetheart…” Eddie pulled you close so your head was resting on his shoulder. You sniffed.
“Can I stay the night? I bet he’s on his way to my place right now but I just… I don’t wanna face him again tonight.”
“Of course you can. Do you want me to talk to him? I’ll talk to him. Tell him we’re just friends and that I don’t want to steal his girlfriend. Maybe even let him know about my crush on Chrissy to calm him down too?”
“No! No, don’t do that! You know how… aggressive he can get. I don’t want him to hurt you.”
Eddie tilted his head, clearly concerned—not for himself. For you.
“Let’s… can we watch a movie? I need a distraction.”
The metalhead sighed. “Yeah. Yeah, we can do that. But… listen… there’s something we need to do about this eventually.”
You gave him a small nod. “Tomorrow, okay?”
Eddie got up in defeat and walked over to the small TV. There was a messy pile of VHS tapes next to it. Eddie let his ringed finger glide over the titles. “How about Nightmare on Elm Street?”
You chuckled. Horror movies were your thing. Whenever a new one came out, you’d stock up on popcorn and watch it together. Right… Billy was jealous at that too even though you two regularly had movie nights together as well—the only difference was that those usually ended in fucking. One time, you’d even done it in the cinema. That’d been way hotter and more exciting than you had initially assumed.
You sighed. You already missed him—yet at the same time, you couldn’t bear being near him right now.
Eddie put on the movie and then returned to you. You cuddled up to him, allowing him to put his arm around you like he always did. It was then someone knocked on the door. Frantically. Loudly. As if they were about to punch through the wood any moment.
You froze, knowing exactly who it was.
“Open up, Munson, or I swear to god I will kick in the fucking door!” Billy roared.
Eddie and you looked at each other, contemplating. Neither of you had any doubt that he would do so. You bit your lower lip when Eddie got back up and opened the door with a deep breath. Billy stormed in, pushing him aside.
His chest was heaving as he barged into the living room, staring you down. You hadn’t been here long. He must have turned the streets into a racetrack on the way here.
“I fucking knew it. Of course you’d run straight into that freak’s arms.” His expression was murderous. You could practically feel his anger.
“Billy… please, calm down.”
He didn’t. Instead, he turned to Eddie who, with widened eyes, seemingly feverishly calculated his next move.
“Fucking bastard. I told you to stay away from my girl, Munson!” You flinched, jumping up when he grabbed him by the collar, shoving him against the wall. Eddie groaned.
“Billy! Billy, stop!”
“Woah, woah, listen, man, we didn’t…” He didn’t get any further. Billy’s fist connected with Eddie’s face. His head was forced aside, blood pooling on his lower lip. “I’m gonna show you what happens when you don’t do as I say. This shit has been going on for long enough.”
You stormed forward when Billy took another swing, catching his elbow only a second before he could throw another punch.
“Billy, please! Please, stop!”
Billy threw you a glance. He narrowed his eyes at you, panting, but kept his fist ready to hit Eddie yet again.
You swallowed. “Billy, if you touch him one more time, I’m breaking up with you.”
He scoffed but hesitated. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me. Touch him again and we’re done.”
Billy’s nostrils flared. He was on the verge of exploding with anger as he took another menacing step towards Eddie. “What did you tell her, Munson, huh? I’ll be damned if you take her from me. I love this girl more than I love my fucking self, alright? She’s mine. I’m not losing her to the town freak of all people!”
I love this girl more than I love my fucking self. You gasped for air, letting go of Billy’s arm. You turned his face to you, cupping his cheeks with your trembling palms.
“Billy. Please. Please stop,” you whispered, tears swimming in your eyes.
One second passed. Then another. Billy was still breathing heavily. You looked him deep in the eyes, begging him silently. And then, finally, he released Eddie who instantly took a step back along the wall, relief apparent on his face.
What happened next you would have never expected.
“I’m sorry…” Billy muttered.
Your lips parted. Never… Never ever beforehad he apologised to you for expressing his jealousy. You knew this was a big thing for Billy, an overcoming that took all of his willpower. He was trying to be better for you. You’d never expected him to change, hadn’t expected that you could change him because you had fallen in love with him with all of his flaws but this… this was huge. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his middle, hugging him tightly. You closed your eyes when you felt him put his arms around you.
“Come back home with me. Please, doll.”
You took a shaky breath, looking up at him. “Billy… we can’t keep fighting about this. Eddie is my best friend. I’ve told you, times and times again that we’re just friends.”
“Yeah… and I’m into Chrissy Cunningham who currently doesn’t remember that I exist,” Eddie decided to throw in, pressing the ball of his thumb against his bleeding lip.
“Fuck, I’m jealous, alright? That what you wanna hear?”
“And I get that… but… you have to trust me when I tell you that there’s nothing between us, Billy. There never has been. I love you.”
Billy took a deep breath and pressed the side of your face against his chest, stroking your hair. You knew without seeing it that he was glaring at Eddie who cleared his throat.
“If I may interject, she always talks about you when we’re together. Like, all the time, man. She does love you.”
Billy stayed quiet for a moment. “Let’s get you home. Back to my place. Let me make it up to you, alright?”
“Promise me that this was the last time you lashed out because of this. Please, Billy.”
“Fine,” he spat. “I promise.”
“Then let’s go. Eddie… I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
“You sure you two are gonna be okay?”
Billy narrowed his eyes at him. “You implying I’m gonna hurt her, Munson?”
“Just making sure she’s good with it, man.” His brown eyes were on you as he said that and he nodded as if to mutely ask the question yet again. You nodded as well.
Billy interlaced his fingers with yours, pulling you outside with him with gentle urgency. He led you to his car whose engine was still running. He opened the front passenger door and fastened your seatbelt for you. Once he was in the car with you, he breathed out so loudly it even drowned out the sounds of the rattling engine.
“My mom looked at my dad the exact same way you looked at me today. Begging him to stop hitting her… and me,” he suddenly said. “I’m sorry,” he repeated then. It was the moment you saw it for the first time since you got together. The open wound eating away at his heart, the scars that he was so desperate to hide from the rest of the world… except you.
“I already lost one important woman in my life. I’m not gonna lose another.”
“It’s alright, Billy. You won’t lose me.” You reached for his hand. You’d get through this somehow. Together.
A/N: Check out my blog for more Imagines and my original novels! ♥
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𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲
this thought was occupying my mind so I went ahead and wrote it. so...yeah.
warnings.
smut!!, error: plot not found, tit fucking, oral (m receiving), face-fucking, cock-gagging, no use of y/n.
word count: 624
** eddie wants to fuck your tits and you let him. **
“Jesus H. Christ...”
You squirm under him, grinning softly as Eddie squeezes a big glob of lube from the bottle, letting it drop down in the valley between your bare breasts. He’s buzzing with excitement and anticipation, hands smoothing the cool lubricant over your warm flesh.
“Mm, how long have you been fantasizing about this?”
He chuckles, giving your tits a squeeze and quick smack.
“Too long.”
His cock is hard already, hot and throbbing as he moves up a bit on your torso, settling himself just over your ribcage. His length drags over your slick skin and he lets out a soft grunt at the feeling.
You smirk softly, pushing your tits together around his shaft. He gasps quietly, biting his lip as his head tips forward and he looks down at his shaft enveloped by your shiny breasts.
“Oh fuck...” he breathes, drawing his hips back before pushing forward again. “Mmm, shit...”
He's rutting his hips desperately after mere seconds of experimental thrusts, knuckles white where he’s gripping the headboard for dear life as he does so. With every thrust comes a soft moan or grunt from his lips.
You’re unable to peel your eyes away from him, so taken with the look of pure pleasure on his face. He’s looking down at you too, when his eyes aren’t squeezed shut.
“God, I love your tits,” he groans, batting your hands out of the way and grabbing your breasts, pushing them together tightly as his hips speed up. “Fffuck, I’m already close, not gonna last fucking these pretty tits...”
“Go ahead baby.”
Suddenly, he pulls back, panting softly and looking down at you. His mouth pulls up into a small smirk.
“Open that slutty mouth.”
Your jaw slacks immediately and he scoots up a bit, tapping the tip of his cock on your cheeks, your lips, then pushes his shaft into your mouth, moaning as he does so.
“Ohhhhmygod,” he moans, hands cradling the sides of your head. “Fuck yes, take it...”
You moan around him as he pushes deeper and deeper inside of your mouth. His tip hits the back of your throat soon enough and you gag, but he doesn’t pull back. He knows you can handle it, his good girl.
His hips thrust quickly, desperate to reach his peak.
“Mmm baby, such a g-good little mouth.”
Tears swell in your eyes the more you gag around him. You can barely see him anymore, eyes blurred with the streams of tears running down your cheeks. But you could care less, all you want is to pleasure him.
Eddie’s whimpers and moans only increase the burning in your core and you’re tempted to try and reach down to ease the ache, but you know he’ll take care of you after he’s finished. He always does.
You can feel him starting to twitch and throb in your mouth, and you moan around him to push him even closer to the edge. It definitely works.
“Fuu-uuuuck, ‘m gonna cum,” he moans, hips losing their rhythm. “Gonna fuckin’ cum—!”
His dark thatch of trimmed hair tickles your nose as he shoves his bittersweet spend down your throat, letting out a series of gutteral groans as he does so.
“S-Sweetheart…” he breathes as he w down, pulling away slowly. “Mmm, you’re so good to me.”
“I know.”
You chuckle, humming softly as his lips press against yours. He looks down at you with a dopey smile, eyelids still heavy with the high of his recent orgasm.
“Meanie.”
He crawls down your body, kissing along the center of your body. Your eyebrows raise slightly.
“Whatcha doin’ down there?”
Eddie grins, knocking your legs apart.
“Just returning the favor.”
And boy oh boy, does he return it...
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Just learned about vibrating tongue piercings and now I can't stop thinking about getting one and surprising Randy with it, overstimulating him n shit like turn it on and press it to the underside of his tip
YESSSS a genius level request thank you!!! hope you like it and sorry its short :o!!!
Randy Meeks x GN!Reader
WORD COUNT: 638
WARNINGS: nfsw, blowjob, vibrating tongue ring, oral (amab receiving), the slightest bit of face fucking but by accident, implication of overstimulation and crying, kinda proofread
Randy grins down at you as you sink to your knees, pulling his jeans and underwear off with a sly smile. “What? What’s funny?” He asks with a tilt of his head as you giggle, spitting into your palm before wrapping your hand around his dick. He sighs, body relaxing under your touch as you jerk him off slowly. You shrug.
“Nothing. I just have a surprise for you that I know you’re going to like,” you respond playfully, swiping your thumb over the tip of his cock. You grunts, hips bucking into your touch; the head of his dick was the most sensitive part of him and touching him always pulled the sweetest moans from him which meant you had no problem doing it over and over again until he cried from overstimulation.
“A surprise?” He asks, the corner of his lips curling upwards. “It’s a sexy surprise, right?” You roll your eyes but nod, twisting your hand, and his eyes half closed. Clearing his throat and ignoring the heat in his face, he keeps looking down at you. “You gonna show me?”
You respond by taking your hand off of his cock, narrowing your eyes in concentration as you open your mouth and, much to Randy’s confusion, begin to fiddle with your tongue piercing. Randy loves your tongue piercing. You were one of the first people he had met who had one, if not the first, and the second he saw it he imagined what it would feel like on his cock. Sure, he felt bad about the thought the first few times he jerked off to it, knowing that you were his friend and that he shouldn’t, but after the fifth time he lost the ability to care much. And then he actually got to be with you and he sometimes wishes he had a time machine because if he had one, he’d go back and relive the moment he felt the metal glide along his cock as you stared up at him from your knees a hundred times over.
Randy hears a small buzz as you stop messing with the tongue ring, but before he can ask you what it is, you’re wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock, tongue flat against him. Your piercing is right on the underside of his tip, and a moan is ripped from Randy’s chest as he feels the vibrations. “H-holy fuck,” he moans, his hand coming to grab onto the back of your head, holding you there. You keep your eyes focused on him as you drag your tongue to the side, swirling it around his tip, and he whimpers, chest shuddering. “Jesus Christ, i-is this the, god, is this the surprise?” He asks, stumbling over his words.
You answer with a hum, the added sensation making his hips jerk forwards, his cock plunging down your throat. The tightness of your throat around him, the vibrations of your gag and the piercing, the drag of the cool metal against his shaft, it’s all too much for Randy. He moans, his cum shooting into the back of your throat, his grip on the back of your head tightening slightly as he shallowly thrusts his hips.
He pulls off of you and you grin, staring up at him. “Guess you liked it,” you tease as he snorts, catching his breath as he falls back onto the bed. His eyes are closed and you take the opportunity to reposition yourself in between his legs.
“Fuck!” He yelps as your mouth envelopes his hardening cock, the vibrations intense against his sensitive flesh. “What, fuck, what are you-”
“My surprise wasn’t finished,” you say, pulling off of him for just a moment, a hungry look in your eyes. “The surprise was how fast I could make you cry with this.”
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bat outta hell
chapter one: eddie munson always knew he was metal. or at least that's what he thought until he ends up in an alternate dimension fighting satanic bats and a certain hawkins sweetheart comes to his rescue.
warnings: swearing, s 4 spoilers, fluffffff <3
Notes: as if this is my first eddie fic omg.
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Eddie Munson was metal.
He was the leader of the Hellfire Club, he played in a hardcore band, he had some sweet tatties. Yeah, he thought he was pretty darn metal if he said so himself.
That was until he watched two ladies jump headfirst into a freezing lake after Steve "the hair" Harrington without hesitation. Until he found himself surrounded by what he could only describe as bat-like creatures that seemed hellbent on eating the four teenagers alive.
"God damn it shit." He shrieked as he swung the oar clumsily at one of the creatures, the wood snapping clean in half as it made contact.
"Come on you son of a bitch!" He shouted as he held the broken oar up, his eyes glued to the sky as the bats continued to circle.
"Eddie watch out!"
Eddie turned just in time to see a flap of wings and sharp teeth gnashing and all he could do was squeeze his eyes shut as he prepared for the inevitable pain he was about to endure.
But it never came. Instead, an anguished squeal reached his ears followed by a slick thud as something hit the ground in front of him. He peaked an eye open to see the creature that was about to cause his demise lying dead at his feet, an arrow protruding from its chest.
Eddie stumbled back, his eyes wide as he watched arrows sail through the air, the red lightning illuminating them as they each found their targets with deadly precision.
Eddie's eyes darted from the sky in time to see another bat aiming for Steve, who was completely defenceless as he tried to get up onto his feet.
"Duck!" An unfamiliar voice called out.
Steve ducked instantly, just in time as an arrow wizzed over his head and lodged into the left wing of the bat, pinning it to the ground.
Eddie whirled around in time to see a figure run past him towards Steve. A baseball bat rose up into the air, metal encased fingers glinted back at him as they brought the bat down with full force. A squelching noise intermingled with the whining of the creature rung out.
Then, silence.
"Steve! Are you ok?" Nancy was at Steve's side in a second as the stranger extended a hand to help him up. Steve barely even registered Nancy's voice as he stared up at his saviour, his eyes wide as her soft hand enveloped his and tugged him up.
"Jesus H Christ!" Eddie shrieked, his chest heaving as he threw down the broken oar, his eyes scanning the sky. The sound of a soft chuckle made Eddie turn around once more to see that the anonymous stranger had finally turned around to face him.
His lips parted in surprise at the sight of a girl about their age, staring back at him. Her hair matted and down to her shoulders, dirt and grime smeared all over her face and body, with a backpack slung over one shoulder and a bow over the other.
They locked eyes as she slung the bat up to rest on the back of her shoulder blades, the end of it glistening in the blood of the bat creature. Ringed fingers curled around the handle tightly as an amused smirk remained on her features.
A spark of recognition coursed through him as he studied her face. She looked so achingly familiar but he just couldn't place it, he knew her, somehow.
All eyes were on her, wide and in shock, Steve, Robin, Eddie and Nancy's chests heaving up and down at an uneven rate as they combed every inch of her body. They all mentally reached the same conclusion. They'd been saved by a badass.
"*yn*?"
Their saviour turned to face Nancy at the sound of the name.
Then it clicked for Eddie. *yn*, as in *yn* *yln*. The editor of the school newspaper, captain of the volleyball team, on track for class valedictorian, all round Hawkins sweetheart.
He'd heard her name mentioned a few times in the hallways of Hawkins High but never bothered to really put a name to a face. He'd had more important things to do, like run Hellfire Club.
But now as he stared at her in awe, Eddie wondered why the hell he had never taken the time to notice her before.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing Wheeler." *yn* answered, brows raised in surprise.
"How did you-"
"Listen, while I would love to have a little catch up, there are a lot more of our little friends on their way so I strongly suggest we find cover."
"I'm sure we can take them." Steve answered her.
Nancy opened her mouth to also protest when a screech in the distance made all five teenagers jerk their heads around. Eddie froze when a black swarm of bats rose up through the red clouds, rising over the top of them and approaching fast. There must have been hundreds, if not thousands.
"I recommend the woods, personally." *yn* breathed out as her grip on the bat tightened.
"I endorse that recommendation, yep." Robin nodded her head frantically.
"Woods sound like a sweeeet idea to me." Eddie murmured.
"Good." *yn* nodded calmly. "Then let's go."
Eddie watched as she took off in the direction of the woods without as much as a second glance behind her. It was as if they didn't have demonic bat creatures hot on their heels, like she was just off for a morning jog before heading to school.
Yeah outside D&D, Eddie Munson was not metal.
*yn* *yln* though? Yeah. She was fucking metal.
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*yn* tried to catch her breath as she watched the bats fly overhead, having thrown them off their scent in the thick undergrowth. Her body was aching and her lungs were screaming as she pressed her back against the cool rock surface. She could feel Eddie Munson's hair brushing against her shoulder every so often as the five huddled together under Skull Rock.
The eternal senior, the leader of the Hellfire Club, band member of Corroded Coffin, part time drug dealer and full time social outcast. The self titled freak. Eddie "the freak" Munson's reputation proceeded him. Even if you lived under a rock like this one, you knew the name Eddie Munson.
However, *yn* had never paid much attention to him, she was far too busy to worry about some drop kick, too focused on getting into her dream college. She definitely never thought that she'd save his life and then be squeezed in next to him while they hid from alter-dimensional bats.
"Ok, I think we're good." Robin breathed out after a few moments as she slowly crept out from their hiding spot.
"We should be ok for a while now, it takes a lot to get their attention." *yn* explained as they all rose to their feet.
"Steve?" Everyone turned to see Steve slumped against the side of the cave, gripping his abdomen tightly.
"I'm fine." He squeaked out, wincing as he slid down to the ground.
"No, no, no. No you're not, you're losing blood." Nancy panicked as she crouched down in front of him, examining his wounds.
"Here, I've got bandages and antiseptic." *yn* spoke as she dumped her backpack on the ground.
Eddie peered over her shoulder to see the bag was full of supplies: arrows, bandages, water, food.
"Woah. You are fully stocked." He observed as she pulled out a roll of bandages and ointment.
"I have more back at my camp, not sure how much good it will do us though." She sighed as she handed the supplies to Nancy who quickly thanked her before beginning to dress Steve's wounds.
"Do you guys think these bats have rabies?" Robin murmured as she studied Steve's injuries.
"Cause like getting rabies is my number one fear and I really don't think I could handle it if Steve got rabies and went feral and all that stuff." Robin continued as *yn* took a seat and pulled out more bandages.
"I think we are in the clear for rabies, unless I've been foaming at the mouth and you guys haven't informed me." *yn* joked lightly as she patted her leg just underneath where her denim shorts ended, drawing everyones attention to the blood stained bandage wrapped around her thigh.
"Shitheads took a good sized chunk of me when I first got here."
"How long have you been here exactly?" Nancy queried.
"Well, I went to go check out the sight of Fred's murder the day after it happened and that was..." *yn* trailed off, her brow furrowing as she tried to piece together how long it had been. That was when she realised that she didn't have an answer. There was no day or night wherever they were, she had no way of telling how much time had passed.
"Three days ago." Robin interjected causing *yn*'s brow to raise.
"I've been in this shithole for three days?" *yn* let out a low whistle. "Thank god my parents are away or I would have been so grounded."
"You are scarily calm for someone who has been trapped in another dimension for three whole days." Robin observed as *yn* peeled off the blood soaked bandage.
"I'm good at compartmentalising." *yn* shrugged, "I'm sure once we get out of here I'll be in intensive therapy for the rest of my life but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
Eddie studied her in disbelief, both simultaneously confused and incredibly impressed at just how calm she was being. It made him feel rather stupid about his several tantrums and freak outs since they'd gotten here.
"How the hell did you get here anyway?" Steve asked, wincing as Nancy applied some antiseptic to his wounds.
"Well after Fred got murdered I went to check out the site, see what I could find out. I thought the whole thing was strange, especially when my best reporter who'd been with Fred the day he died didn't show up for work, y'know?" *yn* explained, nodding her head towards Nancy.
"And that was when I saw this weird hole that was moving, like it was alive almost. Anyway, obviously I had to see what was on the other side and then-" *yn* gestured around. "Here I was. And I thought not only had I found the best front page story that Hawkins has ever seen but my god would this be a great story for my college application letters. I thought I couldn't be more lucky." She chuckled humourously, shaking her head at just how wrong she had been.
"But then you got stuck..." Robin murmured to which *yn* nodded as she gritted her teeth and pulled the fresh gauze tightly around her thigh.
"Yep, those little vermin guard that gate like their lives depend on it. But hey," She shrugged as she finished securing the bandage, "now you're all here maybe we've actually got a shot at getting out of here."
With that she rose to her feet and dusted herself off, surveying her surroundings with a determined glint in her eye. Eddie took this opportunity to scale a rock, his mind racing as he took in the dreary environment.
Robin wondered back over to Steve and Nancy, her eyes wide as she studied *yn*.
"Who'd have thought *yn* *yln* would be such a badass?" Robin whispered to them.
"Yeah..." Steve trailed off, his eyes glued to *yn*'s imposing stance in awe as he replied. "You'd think we'd be used to the unexpected by now, huh?" Steve continued before grimacing as Nancy unexpectedly pulled the cloth tighter, grating against his open wound.
"So uh, this place is like Hawkins but with monsters and nasty shit?" Eddie asked, glancing down at the others.
"Pretty much, yeah." Nancy nodded, getting up once Steve's wound was dressed. "Watch out for the vines." She warned as Eddie went to step down from the boulder. "It's all a hive mind."
"A what?"
"All the creepy crawlies around here dude." Steve chimed in. "They're all like one or something, you step on a vine you're stepping on a bat, you're stepping on Vecna."
"Who or what is a Vecna?" *yn* butted in, her brow creased as she glanced around the group.
"Oh boy." Eddie let out a low whistle. "Do you have a lot to catch up on sweetheart."
"What am I missing? Did you guys know about this place before?" *yn* asked, her eyes narrowing as she studied Nancy's face. "Have you been holding out on me Wheeler? This could be the story of the century!"
"Ok look I promise I'll tell you everything, but right now we've got to figure out how to get out of here." Nancy responded.
*yn* bit her tongue, forcing down the onslaught of interrogative questions she had waiting in her arsenal. "Fine." She nodded, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she racked her brains for a solution.
"Well I haven't dared to venture far from the woods while I've been here, just a few houses on the outskirts to get supplies." *yn* explained. "But if everything is the same in this version of Hawkins, theoretically we can go to the police station or something and grab more weapons to take on those bats guarding the way out of here."
"Oooh, grenades!" Robin exclaimed.
"I highly doubt the Hawkins PD has grenades Robin but guns, sure." Steve nodded.
"Well we don't have to go all the way down town for guns. I have guns, in my bedroom." Nancy revealed.
"You." Eddie began as he jumped off the boulder. "Nancy Wheeler, have guns. Plural. In your bedroom?"
"Full of surprises isn't she?" Robin beamed.
"I don't know what's more surprising, that revelation or that the valedictorian can take down monsters with a bow and arrow." Eddie responded, an amused smirk on his lips as he glanced at *yn*.
*yn* quirked a brow up at his words, opening her mouth to retort back when the ground suddenly shook from underneath them, loud bangs echoed all around them.
*yn* stumbled, her back smashing into Eddie's front as they toppled over. Eddie was quick to react, ensnaring her in his arms to shield her from the fall as they fell backwards. He gripped onto her tightly, his ringed fingers digging into her side as he covered her body with his as rocks fell around them.
Almost as quickly as the earthquake began, it ended. As the ground stilled and *yn* and Eddie sat up, the loud bellow of an unseen monster rung out from afar. It was enough to make the hairs on their body stand on end.
Chills ran through *yn*'s body at the sound. She knew they were all thinking the same thing. No one wanted to stick around long enough to find out what made that sound.
"Uh, so guns sound like a good idea to me." Eddie swallowed.
"Yeah, me too." Robin breathed out.
It was then that *yn* realised that one of Eddie's arms was still looped protectively around her waist. His fingers pressed firmly into her skin as he held her against him. She swallowed thickly as she studied him, this was the first time she had been this close to him, to really take time to appreciate his features. Then his big brown eyes were on her too and *yn* felt her composure wobble ever so slightly.
In that moment *yn* wondered why the hell she had never taken the time to notice him before.
"So what are we waiting for?" Steve spoke up, his eyes darting between Eddie and *yn*.
Steve's voice caused *yn* to tear her gaze from Eddie and scramble to her feet. "Lead the way."
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"So I'm going to take a wild guess that you didn't actually kill Chrissie Cunningham?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" *yn* continued, mild panic sweeping over her when she saw the look that crossed Eddie's face at the mention of the cheerleader.
"No no it's ok." Eddie waved his hand dismissively as he recouped his emotions. "I was there when it happened, the cops are right about that, but I didn't kill her."
"I'm sorry." *yn* repeated, "that must have been awful."
"Yeah it wasn't the greatest experience of all time. Might have to join you in that lifelong intensive therapy you were talking about." Eddie's words made a wry smile appear on her features as she gripped the strap of her backpack.
"I'm sorry about Fred too, I know he worked on the paper with you." Eddie continued.
"It's ok, we weren't that close." *yn* let out a small sigh at the thought of the shy boy.
The pair fell into silence as they continued to treck through the woods. Eddie swallowed as his eyes darted to *yn*'s face, studying her for a few moments before looking back ahead of him.
"You still play in Corroded Coffin?"
Her question made Eddie come to a sudden stop, his eyes lighting up at the mention of his bands name.
"Hell yeah I do." A disbelieving smile spread across his lips as he stared down at her. "I'm surprised you've heard of us."
"Of course I have." *yn* laughed. "I wrote a review of you guys for the paper... sophomore year I think."
Eddie racked his brain for a few moments, searching through his memories for one involving an article about his band.
"Oh shit yeah!" He exclaimed, his grin widening as it hit him. "About our set at the Spring Carnival. You gave us a rave review."
His words made *yn* tilt her head back and let out a laugh, one that made his heart flutter slightly. "I don't know if I'd call it a rave review" She answered as the pair began to walk again, "I think I said that while you were no Metallica, you were pretty damn good for a Hawkins bread band."
"You know Metallica?" Eddie queried, the backhanded compliment going completely in one ear and out the other as he stared at her.
A confused expression crossed her features as she looked at him, "doesn't everyone?"
Eddie had to withhold a squeak of excitement, calming himself down by inhaling deeply as he walked instep beside her.
"No they definitely do not." Was all he mumbled in reply, his head swimming with thoughts as they followed after the others.
"Listen, I still haven't had the chance to say thank you for saving our asses before." He spoke up after a few minutes of silence had passed.
"I mean that was a real Ozzie move you pulled back there."
It was only when he said it that he realised *yn* probably didn't have a clue what or who he was talking about. He opened his mouth to explain when her soft chuckle cut him off.
"I don't know if I'd go as far as biting a bats head off, but thank you."
She got the reference. This had to be some sort of mistake. A cruel, sick joke that the universe was playing on him.
"Well it was very metal of you, that's all I'm saying. Totally badass." His compliment made a small blush appear on her cheeks.
"Maybe my new nickname can be the Princess of Darkness." She grinned, her words almost making Eddie stop in his tracks again.
Another Ozzy reference. Had he died and gone to heaven?
"You like Black Sabbath?" This was a test. He couldn't get ahead of himself just yet, he had to be sure.
"They're no Led Zepplin or Deep Purple but yeah, they're cool." *yn* nodded.
Eddie thought he might pass out.
*yn* *yln*, the smartest girl in school and was probably, no, definitely was the prettiest girl in school, liked metal music. Liked his band. Was a bow and arrow using, baseball bat wielding, monster slaying badass.
Eddie had never believed in any of that soulmate crap before, but holy shit, maybe he needed to rethink that. Actually, maybe he needed to rethink everything he'd ever squirrelled away in his own personal Munson doctrine. Because right now, he was pretty convinced that he was staring down at someone who had been crafted right out of his own personal fantasies.
She smirked and raised a brow when she noted the stunned look on his features, "people like me can like metal too, y'know."
Her voice made Eddie break out of his thoughts, panic overwhelming him as he scrambled for something to say.
"It's not just reserved for self proclaimed freaks." She continued, enjoying seeing him squirm under her gaze.
"Uh shit yeah no of course I just-" Eddie began to ramble, running a hand through his unruly hair as he tried to think of a way to pull himself out of the grave he'd just dug.
"Hey *yn*! I'm bored, come here so I can catch you up on everything Vecna and Upside Down to pass the time." Robin called out from ahead of them.
Eddie had never been so grateful for Robin Buckley and her inability to stop talking.
"Saved by the bell." *yn* teased him.
"Yeah coming!" *yn* called back to Robin before glancing up at Eddie once more.
"Here." She extended the baseball bat out for him to grab. He studied her momentarily before cautiously taking the bat from her, a quizzical expression on his features.
"To replace your oar." She explained as she let go of the handle.
"Try not to break this one." She smirked, before jogging to catch up with Robin.
"I won't oh great princess of darkness!" He called out to her. The use of the nickname caused her to let out a laugh and turn around just in time to watch him bow dramatically, his mop of curls sweeping against the floor.
"I'll protect it with my life." He shot her a huge grin as he rose up with a sweep of his hands.
"I'll hold you to that Munson." She grinned, sending him a wink before turning around once more.
Eddie let the bat drop to his side, bringing up a clenched fist to his mouth to stifle the low and pining whine he let out as he watched her go.
"Jesus H Christ." He breathed out as he brought his other hand up to clutch over his heart dramatically.
"Marry me, *yn* *yln*."
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I've really been on fire lately I have to say because I fucking love this fic so much. Potentially one of my favourites of all time, big call I know but!!! I just love writing for Eddie he's such a great character!!! Also feel like there could be a part 2 potentially or a stand alone fic so love that. As always, feedback would be super super appreciated and you can give it back HERE!
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AU, 5 years later, Eddie and Chrissy // I will find you again (part 1 / part 2)
She disappeared the day after prom, the day after she kissed him in a yellow cocktail dress, the day after all her options changed after a joint, a pepperoni pizza and a night in his arms... and not because of an alter-dimensional beast but because of monster made of flesh and bone that she calls 'mother'. “You ruined her! I could perceive that devilish smell of you and your hellhole on her,” Laura fucking Cunningham spat when Eddie asked where Chrissy was. “Far away from Hawkins. That’s what she needs!”
Oh, he tried -tried to talk to her father (a hollow man) or her brother (Eddie felt so sorry for him), but... no name, no place. Nothing. But he tried so hard. Because it was Chrissy, that little 6th grade girl that had smiled at him with genuine care and told him “good luck” with all her heart... Jesus H. Christ! he loved her since that second. And he had to say it to her no matter what. So he searched for her, leaving Hawkins and Indiana without looking back.
But even the most determined mind pales facing reality. An absence. Hers. And the absence of leads and hope. After 3 years, somewhere in the middle of Illinois, Eddie gave up. He parked his van on the roadside, hands tightened on the steering wheel, still, a terrible pop song on the radio, and shed tears of mourning he had refused to shed for years...
#i don't know what is this#angsty angst#BUT HAPPY ENDING OF COURSE#chrissy cunningham#eddie munson#AU#eddissy#hellcheer
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Second Choice
could you write angst to fluff where eddie told his friends he thought Chrissy was super beautiful but a few months later he ends up falling in love with the reader(who is Chrissy's best friend) so they start dating and when he’s telling his friends they start to make jokes about how he couldn’t get the girl he wanted so he settled for her bestie instead and reader overheard and her feelings get hurt?
Requested by anon
Warnings; angst to fluff, soft Eddie.
Like, comments and especially reblogs are very much appreciated 💞. I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.
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The Hellfire table was lively at lunch, talk of the next campaign was in full swing but the only person who was unusually quiet was Eddie.
Who was currently staring at the cheerleader table at none other than Chrissy Cunningham.
Garreth notices him staring and rolls his eyes.
"Dude". He nudges Eddie who comes out of his reverie.
"Chrissy is super beautiful don't you think?"
Dustin and Lucas smirk at each other while Mike joins Gareth and shakes his head amused.
"Yeah, yeah, you say that like every week man change the tune". Jeff chuckles and Eddie glares at them then finds his eyes trailing back to the cheerleading table.
Beside Chrissy is her best friend y/n, his heart skips a beat. How had he never noticed her before Jesus H Christ she was beautiful. She catches his eye and smiles at him.
He thinks that even his cynical heart could melt at that smile and suddenly Chrissy is driven out of his mind.
All that fills it now is y/n's beautiful eyes and pretty smile.
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The first time Eddie comes up to her is at her locker, some stare at the two of them and whisper scandalised.
Idiots y/n huffs. She's never had a problem with Eddie or thought him to be a freak like Jason and the others did.
In fact, she thought he was really sexy, she loved how he didn't conform to others' expectations, he was funny and those brown eyes of his? Gorgeous.
She kinda always had a crush on him but he always had eyes for Chrissy. Was he here to ask her about her best friend? Disappointment fills her.
He surprises her.
"Hey, uh I know you're probably going to say no but would you like to go out sometime? Watch a movie? Some shit like that?".
His cheeks are tinged pink and it's so fucking cute because rarely has she ever seen Eddie nervous. In drama, he was always the star of the show.
"I'd love to Eddie". He gapes a little then smiles all dimples.
"Great, so we can go after school? It will be totally metal princess". Her heart flutters at his cute name for her and she watches him walk away with a giddy feeling in her stomach.
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Eddie was very aware of the way that all of Hellfire was staring at him stunned, it was hard to focus on what was bothering them when he was thinking about y/n.
For two months they had dated and Eddie was in love. Crazy right? His cynical heart had melted from the minute he started hanging out with y/n.
Dates involved watching movies at her house or his trailer, she cooked the most incredible meals for her and him always saving some for Uncle Wayne who adored her.
They'd have nights where they would have sex and afterwards he would jam on the guitar until she fell asleep or they would work their way through the Hobbit and Lord of the rings.
He loved it and he loved her. Today he was going to tell the Hellfire boys if they would just stop staring.
"What?". He asks growing annoyed and Dustin gulps a bit but presses on with his question.
"Well, it's weird man, you haven't gushed about Chrissy in months". Really. That's why they were staring?
"Because I'm with someone Henderson, y/n, she's amazing".
Jeff frowns. "Isn't she like Chrissy's best friend?". What are they getting at?
"Yeah, and your point is dude?" He doesn't realise y/n approaching the table with a beaming smile on her face.
Gareth laughs. "Come on man, admit it. You were crushing on Chrissy for months. Oh, she's so beautiful blah blah blah and now you're with her best friend? You couldn't get the girl you actually want so you settled for her best friend?".
Eddie's stomach tightens in anger.
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She walks over to Eddie's lunch table. He was deep in conversation with the rest of Hellfire Club.
They had discussed telling his friends last night and hers. She had already told Chrissy and Robin who were both ecstatic for her and she was heading over to tell Eddie about that.
She stops when she hears his friend Gareth laughing.
Come on man, admit it. You were crushing on Chrissy for months. Oh, she's so beautiful blah blah blah and now you're with her best friend? You couldn't get the girl you actually want so you settled for her best friend?".
Dustin doesn't look impressed.
"Dude are you dating Y/n to get closer to Chrissy because that's not cool".
"Can't get the girl of your dreams so you date her bestie? Good one dude". Jeff sniggers.
Eddie really did like Chrissy? He thought Chrissy was super beautiful? Why was be with her then? Is what his friends were saying true?
Her heart shatters and she feels very hurt and seriously pissed off.
"Is that true Ed's? That's the only reason that you're dating me? As a second choice?". Eddie's head snaps up at hearing her voice, his eyes widen and he stands up.
"No, no the guys don't know shit. Jesus H Christ, I'm besotted with you princess". She sniffs wiping the tears away.
"But you did have a crush on Chrissy before?". He nodded and she shakes her head.
"So I am the second choice then?". He gapes but she rushes away before he can say anything or she hears him chew out his friends.
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"You morons". He yells at his friends who look guilty as hell.
"Eddie we...". Jeff begins to apologise.
"Shut up dude seriously. I gotta go find my girl and convince her that she's the only girl for me. I love y/n. Have been smitten since the moment I laid eyes on her. I'm over Chrissy completely. Y/n is the one for me".
With that, he storms off and goes to find y/n, luckily she hasn't gone far. She's in their spot deep the woods.
She's crying, his heart aches at the sound and he approaches her, kneels and takes her hands in his.
"Go away Eddie". He shakes his head and gently wipes her tears away.
"Sorry, princess. No can do. Gotta explain to my sweetheart that she's the only girl for me, the most beautiful, girl in the world and Yeah, I had a crush on Chrissy but I'm 100% over her. Have been since the minute I laid eyes on you".
Her crying stops and she peers up at him.
"You mean it?". He nods and kisses her forehead.
"I'm in love with you and only you. You're the only girl for me". She cups his cheek and he cuddles her close to him.
Her tense body relaxes and she sighs.
"I love you too Eds and hey I told Chrissy and Robin about us, they were really happy". He grins and strokes her hair.
"That's great princess. Now how about I introduce you properly to those dumbass friends of mine". He pulls her up and they walk hand in hand back to the school.
The boys apologise the minute y/n sits down which she accepts but doesn't want to hash it out, she would rather move past it and form good connections with them.
"Hey, why don't you guys tell me about the totally metal campaign Eddie is doing? I've helped him with bits and pieces of it. What do you all think?".
Settling on Eddie's knee she listens intently as the chatter grows animated and she's invited to her first ever Hellfire club.
For a second she's drawn to the way Eddie is gazing at her. Full of love and utter devotion.
She's his queen after all.
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hi i saw an ask you had that said “i made a guy cum 5 times” and you wrote something with eddie WHICH GAVE ME AN IDEA,, i was giving a guy head and it was his first time, he asked “can you lick my balls” so i did and i can just imagine inexperienced eddie asking the same thing and just being a fucking mess like head thrown back just going through it
of course babes!! I kinda changed it to make it flow but I hope you enjoy it :)
warnings || smut, oral sex, praise kink, 18+ only
Eddie’s van felt impossibly warm—the windows fogged with each passing breath that releases from his lips.
“F-Fuck, that feels so good, sweet girl.” His lip is in between his teeth as he watches your tongue drag from his swollen shaft to his precum stained tip.
A tease, you are.
His long, dark hair was splayed out along the cheap patterned blanket on the van floor. His head was lifted slightly so he can see you—he needed to see you.
His hand tightens around the back of your neck, while your eyes never leave his—not for a second. The van floor digs into his shoulder blades, but he didn’t give a fuck.
“Oh fuck, baby, jesus h christ—” You hollow your cheeks around his ruddy tip, your hands tightening around his thighs in anticipation. “my-my sweet girl—”
His hips sputter into your hot, wet mouth. His brain is practically on autopilot, the thoughts and feeling that pillow themselves below his stomach and anything and everything you.
“I’m not—” His breath becomes shakier. “I’m not gonna last, you’re so fucking good.” He says it with so much pride that butterflies swirl against your chest.
You let him go and he lets out a disappointed grunt—maybe even a little whine. He was so close. “Baby, please.” He begs.
He wanted to release his hot seed down your throat and watch you swallow every single drop. He could feel his cock twitch at the thought alone.
He didn’t have time to complain, though. Your lips drag along his balls, teasing, before you take one of them in your mouth.
He lets out a gasp, not expecting that in the slightest. “Oh, fuck—” but he spoke too soon.
Your tongue swirls against the sack, and then your hand reaches for his shaft. You press your finger just along his slit, and suck impossibly harder on his ball.
His head is thrown back and he fists his shirt in his hand. He can’t help it, it’s all too much. Your mouth, your tongue, the way you choke on his fucking balls—it’s too much.
“I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”
His hips buck involuntarily as waves of pleasure crash through him, chanting your name over and over like it’s the only word he’ll ever know.
His cum leaks onto his stomach, your hand, even your hair. It’s sticky and warm, but you don’t stop. You fuck him dry until there’s not a single drop left.
“I—I—” He’s shaking uncontrollably, eyes still practically rolled in the back of his head.
You move your lips over to the pudge of his tummy, maneuvering your tongue to lick his spilled seed.
“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me. Oh my god.”
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fanfiction#stranger things#eddie munson smut#stranger things smut#stranger things fanfiction
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Okay gang!
I just finished the final episode of the second arc of The Wizard, The Witch and The Wild one.
Spoilers I guess
Listen Ame awaking the Spirits at the Cottage was beautiful and the last bit with Suvi rushing on her own airship to get to the North Pole was amazing. Right now I want to talk about the scene that made me ugly cry at work for 10 minutes.
Eursulon and Kalaya’s Reunion? Jesus h. Christ. Brennan really said ima make these bitches cry. For me when Eursulon got to the tree I knew what was going to happen. He and Kalaya would reunite and it would be amazing. What I wasn’t ready for was Old Kalaya?! Holy shit. I think why it hit me more than anything in the last episode was because like Kalaya I lost my brother as well. In 2022. There is nothing I would want more is to jump through a portal and find him again. I would love to be an old woman laying on my death bed and him showing up young and strong and know that all my searching wasn’t for nothing.
Kalaya’s reaction to seeing Eursulon again was beautiful, I can’t find the exact quote but the line “I thought there was a world where I was too late.” And fuck that did it for me I was bawling. Like Brennan is a menace. I cannot wait for the next fireside I KNOW @quiddie was crying though that as well lol!
Now that it’s on break, I’ll be starting back at the children’s adventure!
#worlds beyond number#eursolon the wild one#wizard sky#ame the witch#brennan lee mulligan#aabria iyengar#erika ishii#lou wilson
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for the blurb event you’re, could i get a smutty robin one? (preferably with dom!robin and maybe a vibrator?)
Ugh, Robin!! I love her!
warnings: smut (minors DNI), use of vibrator, Robin has bit of a mouth on her, reader is called baby and good girl
“I want to try something new,” Robin quickly got up from her position of kissing you and made her way over to her dresser. “I went to a store the other day and I may have gotten something that the both of us would enjoy thoroughly.”
Your interest peaked as you watched her dig around in her drawers before she pulled something out. When you saw exactly what it was, your jaw dropped and the tips of your ears were surely turning red. Never did you expect Robin to go out and buy an actual vibrator.
“I-,” you cocked your head to the side, looking at the shape of the toy. It was shaped like a microphone, but it was far from that. “You want me to use that on you or?”
Robin shook her head and let out a raspy laugh, “oh no, baby.” She made her way over to the bed and sat behind you. “I’m gonna use it on you.”
Every feeling in your body sunk right into your pussy. If you weren’t wet before, you surely were now. You were intimidated by the size of the toy, but Robin would never do anything to make you uncomfortable. Absent-mindedly, your naked thighs spread and you leaned your back against her chest.
“Look at you,” you felt her soft lips press kisses to your neck, her teeth nibbling here and there. “You’re already getting so comfortable, aren’t you?” Her lips moved right by your ear and your body shuddered at the feeling of her breath against it, “I’m gonna take good care of you, promise.”
Just her words had you letting out the tiniest whimpers. Robin had never been in this much control of you and you were loving every minute of it. “God, Robin, I really want you.”
“You’ll have me soon enough,” you heard the vibrator turn on as she flipped the switch. “Just be patient.” She trailed the toy up your thigh, just barely ghosting over where you ached for her most.
The second she placed the vibrator against your swollen clit, your back arched. “H-holy shit.” You giggled at the pleasure before you moaned way too loud for the small room. “That feels so good.”
“Baby, I can tell that it does.” She used her free hand to spread your thighs, applying more pressure with the vibrator. “You’re shaking.” Robin laughed when you dug your nails into her arms, leaving behind crescent-shaped marks.
You were already so close to orgasm, your whole body on fire. “I can’t take much more.” Your hips bucked into the vibrator, causing Robin's name to fall off your lips like a prayer. “P-please let me cum!”
“You wanna cum baby? Hmm?” Robin moves the vibrator in a circle, not stopping until your breathing gets all ragged. “That’s it, be a good girl and make a mess for me.”
Her words set you off and you couldn’t control the shake of your body. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your toes curled into the blanket. “F-fuck, Robin!” Your orgasm hit you hard and you felt yourself drip onto the blanket below you, making a huge mess. “Jesus Christ.”
Robin held the vibrator still against your clit for a couple of moments longer before pulling it away. She groaned at the sight of your mess stringing to the toy. “Look at that.” The vibrator was set to the side and she used her soft hands to massage your still very shaky thighs. “You did such a good job for me.”
You couldn’t really speak, still trying to catch your breath. Instead of saying anything, you gave her a thumbs up causing you two to grow into a fit of laughter.
“Don’t want you to think we’re done just yet,” she pulled your head to the side and captured your lips in a wet and sloppy kiss. Her tongue massaged over yours as you two groaned into each other's mouths. “We’re just getting started.”
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