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munsonsmixtapes · 12 days

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Something More

fuckboy!Eddie x fem!reader

summary: you and Eddie have been hooking up with each other for a while and have unknowingly been falling from each other. After overhearing him talking with his friends, you’re convinced that he only sees you as a hook up, but he’s more than willing to show you just how down bad he is for you.

based on a comment from this post!

cw: hurt/comfort

If anyone had asked if you liked Eddie Munson romantically, you would have easily said yes, gushing about how sweet he was despite his reputation for being an asshole. You told anyone who would listen. Everyone besides Eddie, that is. You had been afraid to tell him even though your romantic attraction to each other had only gotten stronger every time you hooked up.

You could tell he was becoming interested by the way your hook ups when he started out by kissing you instead of it all just being penetrative. With the way he held onto you gently as he slowly thrusted into you, nothing but encouraging words falling from his lips.

You and Eddie had also been hanging out outside of hooking up, catching a movie here and there or just cuddling in his bed to watch a tv show. You were falling for him fast and hard and this time, you didn’t want to stop. You didn’t want to run away like you usually did, but you still couldn’t get yourself to mention it to him.

Eddie had invited you over to watch yet another movie and you accepted, finally deciding that you were going to tell him how you felt. Sure, you were terrified of rejection, but you were pretty confident that he felt the same way.

You opened the front door that Eddie unlocked for you, but stopped when you heard other voices. Just by listening, you could tell that it was the usual suspects since Eddie wasn’t really close to anyone else. You were about to close the door and wait out their visit since you didn’t want to intrude, but you stopped when you heard your name.

“What about y/n?” Jeff asked. Your ears perked up at that. What about you? Why had you even been brought up in the conversation? You were just one of Eddie’s many hook up’s, right?

“I don’t know. She’s different.” That statement could have gone either way and you weren’t sure which one he was going to be.

“Different how?” Gareth asked and you stepped closer to hear better.

“I can’t explain it. Sex with her is just…different.” Now he was talking about your sex life with his friends? How often did that happen? Thinking about it made your stomach churn.

“Different, huh? Falling for her already?” Doug teased and you watched Eddie shove him.

Maybe you were wrong and all of the nice things he said were just to get you back into bed with him. That did seem just like him. But maybe it didn’t because you think you knew him well enough to know he wasn’t that kind of guy, no matter what people said.

You went to shut the door, thinking that you had heard enough, but your foot got caught on the step leading into the house, causing you to fall into the foyer with a loud thud. All four pairs of eyes turned to you and Eddie was quick to rise up from the couch.

He rushed to you and helped you to your feet, making sure you were okay and didn’t need any bandages. Once you brushed yourself off, you turned to leave, not wanting Eddie to see the tears that were welling up into your eyes.

You raced out the door and Eddie was hot on your heels, reaching out for you, but you were just out of reach. He called after you as you headed to your car and you stopped as you opened the car door.

“Hey,” he said softly, reaching out to wipe away your tears, but you beat him to it. “What’s with all the tears, hm?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” You turned away from him, staring at the driver’s seat, the idea of leaving sounding very inviting.

“It’s not nothing if you’re upset, darling.” The name that usually made your heart flutter now made your stomach feel sour. How dare he call you that after what he had said about you?

“Don’t call me that,” you pointed at him before slamming the car door and standing in front of him. “You don’t have the right anymore since I overheard you talking with the guys.” Tears were welling up in your eyes again and now you weren’t going to stop them.

Eddie honestly had idea what you were talking about. What had you thought you heard? He hadn’t said anything that would have hurt your feelings. At least, he didn’t think he did.

“What did I say?” He was desperate to know so he could fix it. Seeing you cry was like a stab to the heart and he really couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted nothing more than you pull you into his arms and comfort you as long as you needed it.

“You were going to tell Doug that you don’t have feelings for me. Now if you’ll excuse me,” you turned back to your car, but Eddie grabbed your wrist and turned you around to face him. He pulled you to his chest, his brown eyes turning into that honey color you admired.

“I was going to tell him that I have feelings for you.” So you were right. All of your suspicions had been correct and you had been upset for nothing. Now you were beginning to feel stupid.

“You were?” Your lips parted and your eye widened in shock, still in disbelief.

“I was. I’m in love you with.” Your mouth fell open at his words and then a wide grin broke out on your face as you threw your arms around his neck. For once in your life, your feelings were actually reciprocated.

“You are?” Your words came out as a whisper but Eddie could hear you loud and clear.

“Completely and totally,” he breathed, his arms wrapping tighter around your waist. As soon as the words left his mouth, you pressed your lips to his, pulling him in for a kiss.

Eddie let out a gasp but quickly melted into you, moving his lips with yours. You smiled into the kiss and he couldn’t help but smile as well, the both of you laughing into each other’s mouths, your teeth clicking together.

“In case it wasn’t obvious, I love you too,” you told him, pressing another kiss to his lips.

“And thank god for that,” he replied, slotting his lisp between yours, that being one of many kisses to come.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson hurt/comfort

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harmfulb1tch · 5 months

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The Sleep Over

Part 2

Summary: things get revealed at a sleep over with Eddie

Ship: Eddie Munson x Henderson! Reader

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I’m thinking of writing tomorrow a smutty second part for this, what do y’all think?

Your little brother Dustin wanted to host a sleepover d&d party for him and his friends while your mom was out on a business trip. You hated this idea because you would have to take care of three children, but you couldn’t say no to his idea because he had to put up with the “girls night” you hosted with Nancy and Robin. That is until you learned that it wasn’t just going to be Mike and Lucas, it was the entirety of the Hellfire Club. You had a huge crush on the Dungeon Master of the club. Your friends always teased you about liking the “freak”, not because you liked the school’s “freak” but because you two were too good for each other. You didn’t remember when that crush for Eddie Munson had started, it’s as if you have always liked him.

Right now, you were preparing everything for your brother’s sleepover while he prepared your basement for the d&d game. You were placing crisps in their corresponding bowls when the doorbell rang.

“Helloooo Y/N, you look nice today” said Lucas when you opened the door, leaning on the doorframe.

“I still haven’t forgot about last time Sinclair. I’m still pissed at you for breaking my AC/DC vinyl.” You said, flicking his forehead. Mike and Lucas the proceeded to come into the house.

“Hey Y/N!” Gareth was next to greet you, followed by Jeff and Doug.

“Hey guys come in!” You greeted them.

“Hey Y/N, how are you?” You eyes started to twinkle at the sound of the boys voice. Eddie said leaning on the doorframe like Lucas but towering over you. You blushed at this.

“H-hey Eddie” you said looking down and smiling like an idiot, very unlike you.

“So, you’re not gonna join us in the campaign, sweetheart?”

“Um, no I don’t think so. I don’t want to interfere with my brother’s sleepover. I don’t think he would like that” you said.

“Oh come on… Hey Dustin, do you mind if your sister joins us?”

“What?! You want to join?! Please join us!” Your brother shouted from the kitchen.

“Ok then! I’ll join” everyone cheered at that.

The campaign started off pretty nicely until Gareth rolled a nat 1 and received a critical hit from an orc. You tried to protect Gareth but got hit yourself, that is until you rolled a nat 20 killing two orcs at the same time with only one arrow.

“Good job, sweetheart” Eddie purred with a wink, making you blush. Your brother looking at the two of you weirdly.

When the game finished, you all cheered when you won the final battle. You all even congratulated Eddie on the amazing campaign. You then all order pizza and ate it on the basement. After that, you set sleeping bags on the floor all scattered around to simulate a camping site. Once everything was set, you all went to sleep.

While everyone was asleep, you couldn’t help but think about Eddie. He was always so nice to you and you always felt like he flirted with you, but you couldn’t shake the thought that he treated every girl the same way. You tossed and turn on your sleeping bag.

“Hey sweetheart, you awake?” You heard Eddie whisper. You knew he was referring to you because of the use of his nickname for you.

“Yes, I can’t sleep Eddie” you said, turning to face him.

“Come here then princess” he whispered, making you blush with the use of the new nickname. Thank god everything was dark enough that he didn’t see. You went up to him and laid by his side, outside his sleeping bag

“don’t be silly, come inside” he said opening up the sleeping bag. You obliged. Once you were settled, Eddie held your face by the chin softly for you to look up at him “what’s got this pretty mind of yours so worked up hm?l

“I-it’s nothing really. Don’t worry about it, it’s stupid” you said flushed for getting caught.

“Come on sweetheart you can tell me” his warm smile edging you to say something.

“It’s just that I like someone, but I don’t know if they like me back you know?” You said, watching Eddies smile falter.

“Yeah, I get it. It’s not stupid at all. Who’s the lucky gentleman huh? Do I know him?” You felt his mood shift from playful to sad.

“Oh yeah, you know him. He’s super nice and funny, he always treats me so well too. The thing is, I don’t know if he is flirting with me or if he just treats me like everybody else you know?” Again, you saw his gaze grow sad at your words

“Well, whoever he is, he’s a very lucky guy. Anybody would be lucky to have you Y/N” he pulled away from you and laid on his back, looking at the ceiling. You

You knew what was going on. He thought you liked someone else and not him. In a moment of braveness you propped yourself up, put your hand on his chest and kissed him deeply. After the initial shock, he kissed you back and placed a hand on your waist. He then moved to his side again and placed his hand where it was before, under your chin, deepening the kiss.

“Hey” he said pulling away, making you laugh.

“You’re an idiot Eddie Munson” you said laughing.

“Oh but you love me”

“That I do, yes”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #stranger things #romance fanfic #fanfics #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn x reader #fluff #fluff fanfic

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grey342 · 6 months

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Bathroom

Phil Wenneck x reader

synopsis - Reader has been avoiding Phil so he pulls her aside at a party to talk..

warnings - MDNI 18+ content, semi-public sex, Phil being kinda dominant, fingering, use of names (slut), edging (kinda) and unprotected sex.

authors note - *insert 'Bathroom' by Montell Fish* This was the winner from the poll, I really hope you guys like it. Thank you for being so patient, you have no idea how much it means to me! I'm going to attempt to get one fic out per week but no promises. So sorry for the wait but I hope you love it <3

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

He's been eyeing you up all night.

You’re celebrating Stu's promotion. He’s been waiting five months for this and you’re so happy that he finally got it.

You and the guys decided to do a surprise party for him with his friends, co-workers and family. You’ve been trying to distract yourself all night and keep your distance from him but, the tension hanging in the air doesn’t go unnoticed.

A couple of months ago you and Phil made a mistake. An amazing one but still, a mistake.

The group went out for their weekly hangout this time, in a bar. You had just broke up with your fifth boyfriend of the year and to say you were feeling depressed was an understatement. Phil was recently divorced and couldn’t be fucking happier. And what better way to celebrate than getting shitfaced with his best friends.

You were wearing a short green dress that showed off your cleavage and it was taking everything in Phil to not tear it off you right there and then. He was wearing his classic black button-up shirt, not done up all the way, and a pair of slacks with a bulging print in them. You had to keep your legs tightly pressed together whenever you looked at him. At one point you swore you drooled a little.

Neither of you would ever admit the sexual tension that hid in the cracks of your friendship. But it was there and it had been since high school. Moving on, a few too many drinks were had and the next morning you woke up not in your bed and not alone. Flashbacks of the night before ran rampant through your mind, you didn't want to face it so you got up and left.

You didn't speak for a couple weeks after that incident. Eventually, it came up when you had a moment alone at Doug and Tracy's:

You wait until you're one hundred percent sure everyone else is out of earshot.

"We need to talk." You say direct.

"Yeah, we do," he inhales, "i'm gonna be straight with ya' that was the best sex i've ever had." You open your mouth and close it, like a goldfish. Out of the list of things you had expected him to say, that didn't even make top 50.

"I-uh, come again?"

"No I haven't since then unfortunately." He smirks.

"Phil," You sigh disappointedly.

"C'mon, you're telling me that wasn't the best sex of your life? Hm?" He stares into your eyes. You would never admit it to him, but it really was the best night of your life. You remember the way he used his hands and mouth. How he made you scream with only two fingers. You were awakened from your daydreaming by his chuckling.

"That's what I thought."

"Phil I have no idea-"

"Yeah sure you don't now listen, I had a good time, you had a good time. Both of us just got out of a relationship so we're not looking for anything too serious. So I propose a friends with benefits agreement."

"What?" You say, almost too loudly.

"Lower your voice, I mean I don't see the big deal. All it would be is meaningless sex, anytime we want. NO strings attached. And we could break it off at any point. What do you say?" He puts out his hand.

"Really? We're gonna shake on it?," his expression doesn't falter, "fine. But we have to agree to not catch feelings and if we do we must break off the agreement immediatley."

"Sweetheart, don't take this the wrong way but that's not gonna happen." He nodded towards his hand and you shook it, not realising what the hell you just got yourself into.

Back to the present moment, you were talking with some of Stu's work colleagues when you felt a presence behind you:

"Sorry guys do you mind if I steal her for one second?" A voice you would recognise in a crowd of screaming people says. All the men nodded as you felt a strong hand grip your arm and drag you away.

He pulled you into the bathroom, shoved you against the door and locked it. You try to avoid his gaze but he grabs your chin forcing you to look at him.

"Why are you avoiding me?" He grunts.

"Avoiding you? I'm not avoiding you."

"Don't lie to me." He hardens his grip, squishing your cheeks together. You thighs clamp together.

"I'm not lying to-" Your cut of by your own moan as his hands reach under your dress and rub over your clit through your panties.

"What was that? Hm?" He prompts but your mind is too fogged with the pleasure he's currently giving you.

He moves his other hand from your face down to your breasts and begins fondling them, playing with your nipples through the fabric. Your head is spinning.

"What, you like that?," he scoffs, "of course you do." Your eyes are screwed shut but you know he has a cocky grin on his face.

He stops his actions completley and before you can protest, he pulls down your panties and shoves his two fingers inside you, curling them also. You let out a loud moan, aware that anyone passing by would've heard it.

He must've seen the slight panic on your face because he says: "Don't be shy baby, let them hear how much of a slut you are for me." You moan in response.

You hear his belt being undone as well as his fly, you look down seeing his bulging dick through his pants. You move your hand, pull him out and begin to slowly pump your hand up and down. He moans loudly as you start to kiss his neck. He moves his fingers faster, bringing you to the brink of an orgasm. Your pace quickens as you look up at him he places his mouth on yours, sharing breaths.

"Shit, i'm close." You squeak out. Hearing this he stops his movements. You open your mouth to curse at him when he silences you by thrusting into you, you wrap your legs around his hips and claim his mouth.

The pair of you fight for dominance in a clash of teeth and tongues. He ultimately wins, thrusting up into you at a pace that has you moving up and down the wall. You break away to catch your breath, he bites your bottom lip and pull on it lightly. You let out a whimper and claw at his back.

"You like that? You dirty little slut, this is what you get for avoiding me.." He speaks deeply. You can feel yourself getting close.

"Phil.." You warn, tears forming in your eyes.

"Scream my name baby, let everybody know who's fucking you this good." His hand moves down to rub harsh circles on your clit.

"Oh shit.."

"That's it let it all out, cum for me baby.." He groans, he leans down, kissing and sucking your neck. You moan in unison, he finds your sweet spot and bites down.

"Fuck!" You scream out the pleasure exploding over you, your legs begin to shake.

"Oh shit, oh shit!" Phil whimpers, shooting his load inside of you. Once you calm down and your legs stop shaking, he places you on the ground. You look at yourself in the mirror and fix your appearance as an attempt to look presentable. After he pulls his pants up, he grabs your panties and puts them on for you. Raising to your level he says:

"Now your gonna go back to that party with my cum still inside you," he kisses you, "meet me outside at 9. We're not done yet." He gives you one last kiss, a slap on the ass and opens the door for you.

You walk out the door with a huge grin on your face and Phil's cum trickling down down your legs.

#bradley cooper #bradley cooper x reader #phil wenneck #phil wenneck x reader #the hangover #x reader #smut #tumblr polls #friends with secrets

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heckyeahhm64 · 5 months

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HM64 Ann is the granddaughter of HMSNES Ann. Given his red hair, Doug is presumably SNES Ann's son. Why doesn't he know that Ann got her rough ways from her grandmother? Is Doug not the son of SNES Ann? Did he even know SNES Ann?

Actually the more I think about it, SNES Ann being the mother of Ann's mom makes some sense. Ann and Gray's mother died sometime before the game begins. It's not stated how long ago, but some of the dialog suggests that it's been quite a long time, so she was relatively young when she died. SNES Ann has also died before HM64, and her grandchildren don't seem to remember her personally, so maybe she died quite young as well.

And, we know that Gray used to ride Cliffgard, but for some unspecified reason, he is no longer able to. Is it possible that there's some genetic issue, like a bad heart, or something, running in the family?

I made myself sad.

#harvest moon #harvest moon 64 #hm doug #theory

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commsroom · 1 year

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eiffel returning to earth and encountering people and places and things that he's known so closely for years - that some part of him might even instinctively feel he should recognize - but without the ability to consciously remember them vs. lovelace returning to earth and seeing all those familiar things and knowing them, and knowing how they've changed in her absence, but being unable to shake the part of her that keeps telling her she's seeing them for the first time. how both of these could be used as an exploration of trauma, and returning to a place (that hasn't changed at all; that's changed too much) that you no longer fit into; that rubs up against the changed shape of your life in raw and uncomfortable places.

#wolf 359 #w359 #doug eiffel #isabel lovelace #not quite sure how to articulate this but. mm.#eiffel having burnt his bridges before he ever left vs. lovelace's family already having mourned her ... hm.#i'm going to keep saying if eiffel gets his memory back it should be through an Eiffel Version of change of mind #i'm never going to be able to tell that story the way i want it to be told but it makes so much sense to me.#and there's a lot i think you could tell in a post-canon story about how. being on earth is going to add new angles to personal issues #they thought they'd mostly resolved. ie. minkowski's identity as commander is something she's learning to let go of by the finale #but once they get back to earth? she's going to feel responsible for eiffel and hera #and it's going to be something she'll have to work through again.#and determine who she is to them and how she fits into their lives #and whatever happens with koudelka... it's been a long time and she's a different person. it's complicated.#and i won't even start talking about hera here because that's an infinite can of worms. they are all really going to need each other

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talesfrommedinastation · 9 months

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My redneck neighbor Doug's interpretations on various 'Bad Batch' characters

So, it turns out my neighbor Doug, who lives next to me, is a MASSIVE Star Wars nerd. Hooray! Found this out earlier during a snow storm. He was thrilled when he found out my kids and I watch this show together, and had some...brilliant...insights on how he interprets the show. I'll be dropping some of the wildest descriptions here from time to time.

This was months ago, but damn it, it was so wild how this chubby Cajun Boomer described the show. I'm going to drop some of his best gems that he's texted me since January:

Crosshair: "So that there's Daddy Warcrimes. All you need to know is he lives on beer and Slim Jims, has more guns then Jesus got faith, and that he does your mom on the weekends, and then you thank him for his service."

Hunter: "Aw man, we got Rambo up in this place. Daddy Rambo. He looks like he's got some hot wife with a huge butt who makes amazing biscuits, but he only showers on the weekends for reasons he won't tell you."

Wrecker: "I know, I KNOW, he's got some cool Star Wars name, but in my head, he's Julio. He looks like a Julio, ya know? Every Julio's been the nicest guy with a truck and a million friends. I swear. I bet he's a contractor and lays pipe like you wouldn't believe." ::winks::

Tech: "Hm, yeah, I know him. That's Ryan-from-Accounting, somebody's hipster dad. You know, everyone knows a Ryan who works in accounting, he's quiet, only drinks IPAs, and has a bitch wife named Laura who drives a Kia and is always yelling at him. Poor man. I hope Julio saves him from his bitch wife Laura."*

Echo: "Eh, Toaster Strudel. Homeboy looks like his daddy had an affair with a convection oven on shore leave and forgot to pay child support."

Omega: "Little Orphan Blondie. I hope she gets real parents or something besides those freaky alien things running the mall on the ocean."**

Admiral Rampart: "I hate this smarmy jack-ass already. He looks like my asshole nephew who got some fancy degree but can't keep a job in corporate because he's such a little ass, he talks down to the janitors and always leaves at 2 pm 'to beat traffic'. He's MBA-Rob."

*=I can't emphasize the vitriol Doug had in his voice when describing 'bitch wife named Laura'. I am so deeply concerned for Ryan-from-Accounting, wherever he is.

**= 'The mall on the ocean' describing Tipoca City sent me. That is how I refer to it now.

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breadandblankets · 5 months

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"So are you too locked in or can I make a request?"

It would never, ever, get old: watching a man the size of a mini van jump a foot in the air and straight out of his skin. The flash of steel catches the blinding supermarket lights in his ghost vision.

Wisely, Duke steps out of the way of the knife going for his stomach.

"Duke what the fuck!" Jason whisper yells when he realizes. (Duke barely suppresses an eye roll, who else has the invisibility powers required to make a holographic jacket stealthy.)

(Cass probably, Duke's mind provides.)

"I could have hurt you!"

"It's nice for you to think that," he consoles with as much condescension as Duke could muster. (A lot, for your information, he learned from the best, and also Batman.) "Anyway answer the question."

"No," Jason grumbles, trying to straighten his list where it got crunched in his deathgrip. "Planning d-"

"Day was yesterday, yeah, I had a math test yesterday."

Jason's eyes narrow.

"Does B have more trackers that I don't know about?"

"Hm? No," assures Duke. "I took Tim's notes."

"Tim's notes that have like a billion layers of security?"

Duke snorts.

"His notes that have two passwords, a thumb scanner, and a retinal scanner." He rolls his eyes for real this time to display his clear disdain.

"That Babs can't hack through?"

"You and I both know that Babs' concept of 'can't' is much more flexible than her concept of 'won't'"

"Fair that's on me for this very stressful afternoon you are putting me through," Jason snipes.

"Think of it as exposure therapy," Duke says, patting Jason's shoulder, which, to Duke's extreme delight he doesn't flinch from. "And I'll show you how I hack Tim's shit when we're not in public."

Jason grumbles, which is good as gold in Jason speak.

"Make your request," Jason begrudges, in that tone he has that indicates he will be judging your choice.

"Jalapeno cornbread, and you show me how you make it my dad wants the recipe."

Jason's head snaps up and he smiles.

"Oh man if it's for Doug you can request anything you want!"

"Eighteen million dollars," Duke jokes.

Jason pretends to think on it for a beat.

"Make it 14 and you have a deal."

Duke sighs dramatically.

"You drive a hard bargain but I'll accept... I guess."

"Shut up flashlight," Jason laughs. "Come on, I need cornmeal now."

#duke thomas #jason todd #idk where this came from #but now i have headcanons about duke and security tech #tim drake #sorta kinda in spirit #id tag babs but that would be mean to babs #batfam #bread talk #my fic #i will make a separate post about duke and thumb scanners but i gotta go home now woooo

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telekineticseance · 1 year

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politely asking for munch remer with like a thigh kink or smth. just all over the readers thighs All the Damn Time :)

HAIL TO THE KING

pairing: doug remer x afab! reader

summary: remer comes home late after a few away games

genre: smut

word count: 1045

cw: cunniligus, fingering, just remer doing remer things, no pronouns but reader has female anatomy

author’s note: KING OF MUNCHVILLE

As much as you loved your boyfriend Doug Remer, his biggest con was his need to be in between your thighs. Whether it be in the morning, at night, before a game, after a game, whenever he had the time he would find his place there.

It was around 3am when you heard the front door open and quietly shut shortly afterwards. You knew Remer would be coming home late from an away game so you just assumed it was him as you turned back over and closed your eyes to go back to sleep. Shortly afterwards you heard the bedroom door creak open and felt the bed sink next to you as Remer started kissing your bare shoulder gently, his nose grazing your skin as he sank lower down.

You let out a soft hum, still not being able to see him in the dark room as you opened your eyes softly, turning over to face him. You caressed his face gently, letting your thumb stroke the stubble on his cheek as you kissed him. He kissed back, grinning in the process. “Hm, I missed you.” He mumbled against your lips, his large hand running down your body. You smiled at the sound of his voice and the feeling of his hands on yours, “It’s only been a week.” It had been a week, almost longer if he had chosen to stay the night in a hotel and head home the next day, but he ditched the team to come home earlier, to come home to you.

“A week is too long for me. You know that.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss on your neck. His hand was now on your thigh, his favorite body part of yours, as he pulled your leg over his waist. You let out another hum, letting your hand run into his hair, feeling his curls tangle around your fingers. His hand moved up your thigh, pulling at your panties to bring them down to your knees. “What do you think you're doing?” You giggled down at him. You felt his hair tickle your chin as he moved his head to look at you, “But babe..” He whined out, his hand stroking your thigh.

You let out a sigh, knowing he’d continue to whine until he got his way. His lips pressed against your jaw, “I’ve really missed you.” He whispered, his hand moving to your core. You let out a gasp as he inserted his middle finger in between your folds, causing him to let out a small chuckle. “I’ll stop if you still wanted me to,” He spoke as he inserted another finger, curling them once they hit a sensitive spot. You rolled your eyes, curling your toes as he continued pumping his fingers.

Remer rolled you over to your back as he pulled up your shirt with his free hand and started kissing down your chest and stomach. He kissed your thighs, pulling out his fingers and you felt him taking his time with your thighs. Kissing, sucking at them, licking the spot before moving in more to your inner thigh and repeating the process. You felt him spread your legs before sliding himself in between them, putting one over each shoulder. The feeling of his hair tickling your thighs made you squirm under his touch slightly, causing his grip on your thighs to get tighter.

His fingers were practically digging into your thighs as he pinned you down, blowing cold air against your clit causing you to thrust your hips up slightly towards his face. “Patience.” He whispered, letting out a chuckle. “Remer come on,” You let out a groan of annoyance, as he brushed his nose against your slit.

He ran his tongue along the edge of your slit, causing you to close your eyes tightly. His thumb rubbed circles as he kept his grip on your thighs, continuing to run his tongue along your slit, you could almost feel his smirk as you let out small whimpers from the feeling of his tongue. He removed one of his hands from your thigh and inserted his fingers once more, as he placed his lips around your aching clit. You let out a moan, throwing your head against the pillow as you gripped the sheets under you. You tightened your thighs around his head, causing him to let out a moan which sent vibrations through your core. You moaned out his name, moving your hands to his hair.

He curled his fingers to hit your g-spot, his tongue flicking at your clit. You could feel his eyes staring at you in the dark, probably trying to imagine your face as much as he could, wishing he had turned on the lights beforehand so he could see it. See the reaction he caused, as he took his place between your thighs. His throne he’d call it as he called himself the king of what he knew best, making you feel like a queen.

His free hand reached up under your baggy tank, gripping your breast as he massaged it between his fingers. You arched back, the grip on his hair tightening as you felt yourself slowly reach your peak. “F-Fuck Remer..” You whimpered out, as he pulled his mouth away from your clit, pumping his fingers faster. He leaned up, pressing his lips to yours before pulling away, “I wanna taste you on my lips.”

He inched back down your body, pulling his fingers out as his hands went back to gripping your thighs, his face burying into your hole. His tongue flicked rapidly, as you started grinding against his lips and nose, releasing your fluids against his face. He let out a groan in response, lapping up your mess like it was a necessity. You breathed heavily, feeling your chest rise and fall as he pulled himself away, lifting himself up to your face again.

“Fuck I missed you,” He whispered, reminding you once more. You let out a small laugh through your heavy breathing, Feeling him curl up next to you, his head resting against your chest, and his arms draped over your waist. You wrapped your arms around him, stroking his hair as you did so. “I really missed you too Remer.”

#my favorite remer genre #i watched army of darkness earlier so i uh....got the name from that #doug remer #doug remer x reader

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Why didn't i kiss you sooner? | Doug remer

Genre: smut. fem!reader.

Warnings: cussing, praise kink, size kink, tall Doug, even if your tall, hes a mountain dw angels, a lil bit of degrading, smoking weed, beer/ drinking, awkward hand and thigh appreciation, unprotected sex. smut? Idfk

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It was never quiet around Remer, he knew how to keep the conversation rolling, especially with the help of a few beers and a joint or two. To his left sat coop, and you sat comfortably to his right, his arm resting on the back of the couch, so close to your shoulder that your hair stood up on the back of your neck. A lit, joint sat in his other hand, smoke freely travelling around the three of you as he handed it to coop and turned to you, his curls landing on his face in a way that made your wind wander. His eyes were slightly red and half-lidded as they stared into yours, he must've said something but you didn't catch a word of it.

"y/n?" he asked, nudging your shoulder with the hand over the couch, letting it rest around you, it felt like his large arm engulfed you, sending a short shiver through you as you responded with a "hm?"

"Tell coop that his psyche out was great, he's all panicky" he consoled and patted your shoulder, thumb brushing over your skin. Moving your vision to Joe, you smiled "It was great coop, pass" You held out your hand and they both laughed a little as coop handed you the joint. "See dude! It was great, stop your bitching" Doug scoffed, his eyes lingering a moment longer than a friend would as you inhaled the smoke. Joe huffed and nodded, checking his watch before springing up.

"I told Jenna i'd meet her for dinner, I'll see you later" He nodded at you both and rushed out. "why is he always late" You asked, puffing out smoke and remer chuckled, shrugging. "Cuz were slackers" he joked and squeezed you closer to him, smiling as you laughed a little. You held out the smoke for him and he shook his head, leaning back against the cushions as you put it out. Sighing, you stood up, removing yourself from his grip and stretching a little.

"Where ya going?" He asked, lifting his head back, almost panicked, but fuck he looked good, splayed out, man spreading, one hand on his thigh and the other where you used to be. "We shouldn't sit around all day, playing Nintendo, we'll end up total losers" You teased and he scoffed.

"We already are losers, babe" He stood up. Babe. He walked over to you, ruffling your hair and looking down at you, a small smirk and his face as his eyes traveled over your expression. He towered over you, you had to look up to make eye contact with him, always feeling like you were giving him fuck me eyes, but he didn't seem to mind. He broke the eye contact as he walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge "Beer?" He asked.

"If your offering" You smiled and followed, hopping onto the kitchen counter, stealing one of the chips that had been originally put out for some football game you didn't even want to care about. He turned around with two beers, popping both their caps off on the side of the counter before handing one to you, his hand brushing against your own.

"Gonna need you to get some more of that weed, that shit was good" He stated, referring to the new strain your dealer had gave you. You nodded, taking a sip of your beer, it was amazing, the buzz still running through your head and your legs. "I know, lemon sorbet, its grown with pollen or something" you laughed a bit and he smiled, standing infront of you as he drank some of his beer. His free hand rested on your knee, it wasn't rare for him to get so close but it was like your feeling were stronger than ever. His hand making your blood rush as you noticed it covered your knee and spread over your thigh, the veins spreading up his arms more prominent because of the beer.

"You obsessed with my hand or something?" He snickered, taking another swig from the bottle as his eyes gazed over you. You looked up to meet his eyes and felt the heat rise to our cheeks as you shrugged and smiled. "No, you've just got..good looking hands?"

"Good looking hands?"

"yeah, women love hands, especially ones like that" You nodded towards his and he furrowed his brows. "Like what?" "like..defined, i dunno?" He then gripped your thigh a little his hand looking more, defined, as you described and you swear you almost pounced on him at the feeling. He must've noticed as he breathed out a small laugh, putting his beer down, his hand snaking up your leg, thumb rubbing over your thigh gently as he looked at you, maybe it was the beer, or the weed, but he looked so fuckable right now. He seemed lost in thought as he stared down at your thighs, squeezing gently at the plush of them. "Men like thighs"

"Alot more pervy than hands"

"Oh yeah, i'd argue the opposite, god knows how often your staring at my hands" He wasn't wrong. "Shut it, remer"

"Nono it's okay, i stare at you alot, thought you had noticed, always wanna grab you, so fucking pretty" He mumbled, still looking down, hand gripping at your thigh, thumb brushing small circles into your thigh. It was out of character, well from what you knew, he had never acted this way to you before but fuck was it hot. His eyes traveled back up to meet yours, he still looked high, but so were you.

"Your so tiny, i feel like i could just pick you up, throw you over my shoulder and-" He cut himself off, picking up his beer and taking a sip, still looking into your eyes with his deep orbs. And? it drove you mad, and really you weren't that little. You stayed silent, speechless even as his hand traveled up to your waist, squeezing and pulling you closer to him with ease, resting on the edge of the counter, as he pushed himself between your thighs, his body flush against yours.

A choked breath escaped you as you looked up at him, inches away. He, once again, put the bottle down, his hand reaching to cup your cheek. "Can i kiss you?" He abruptly asked, and you nodded, because who wouldn't, he had you wrapped around his finger and you prayed to god this wasn't some sick joke.

He leaned down until his lips pressed against your own, his hand snaking to the back of your head as yours reached up to wrap around his neck. He hummed in pleasure as you deepened the kiss, hands falling into his hair, tugging at some of his shorter curls. He groaned a little and the sound sent a rush over you, he pulled you closer, if it was possible and rolled his hips against yours before pulling away fo a breath.

You smiled shyly and looked at him as he chuckled lightly. "Fuck, i've wanted to do that for so long" He huffed and moved both hands to sit on your wait, caressing the skin slightly as you nodded in agreement. "So have I"

"So were both total pussies then" He joked and you scoffed, nudging him. He just smirked and nipped the skin of your waist a little before he looked around. The second he was facing you again, you were kissing him, desperate for more, rolling your hips against his. Both of you letting out, quiet, muffled noises into the open-mouthed kiss as he pushed you back, leaning you over the kitchen counter, his large hands splaying over your ribcage as you bit his bottom lip lightly.

He pulled back and pressed a few short kisses onto your neck, making sure to nip at the skin, a few whines falling out of you aas your legs squeezed his hips, pressing his hips against yours.

"Fuck" He mumbled, his hands smoothing down your body, he looked at you as his fingers curled around your waistband, as if asking for permission. Instantly, you nodded and he tugged them down, kissing at your chest, his hands brushing over your thighs, thumb lightly pressing your heat over the thin material of your underwear. He gasped lightly at how close he was to you, as you whimpered at the feeling of him circling your clit. "Remer..please"

"What baby? You want me to touch you?" He teased, his other hand, rubbing your thigh in a comforting way. Desperately, you nodded and his excitement grew, pushing your underwear out of the way, finger teasing your cunt, head tipping back as you felt his finger push inside of you, curling at just the right spot. "Shit, remer" You breathed out, gripping at his arm as he began to rhythmically curl his finger, fingering in and out of you, deeper than you could've ever got with your own.

"Fuck, you like my finger so much, wonder how you'll act with my cock in you baby" He smirked and you moaned out, nails digging into the skin of his shoulder. His hand soothed your thigh while the other fucked into you with such power you had never felt that you felt your orgasm already building. "good girl, thats it..cum on my finger" He spoke, his voice patronizing and deep. Within seconds, you were coming down from a high, hips moving a little against his hand as you came, moaning his name. "So fucking hot." He murmured.

As you took a moment, you heard him undoing his belt and sat up, looking up at him, this time, purposely using your best fuck me eyes, he groaned as he looked at you. "You look amazing baby, so good all fucked out" And with that you were hopping off the counter and climbing onto your knees, reaching up to help him tug his jeans down.

You loved the way he was treating you, talking to you like you were a specialty. It was clear how much he was enjoying this, by the bulge in his boxers. he shuddered as your hands brushed over it to pull his boxers down. His cock looked desperate, leaking precum. Slowly, you stroked it, looking up at him for approval as he gasped a little, looking back at you. You haphazardly, licked the tip before taking him into your mouth, noting what got a reaction out of him and what didn't.

His hand went to the back of your head as you took him, deepthroating him for a brief moment before sticking to moving back and forth on his cock, making sure to swirl your tongue over his tip, hollowing out your cheeks. Groaning, he pulled at your hair and bucked his hips a little. You held eye contact despite the tears welling up in your eyes at the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat, He seemed nervous to move until you nodded and he began to fuck your face gently, allowing him, you rested your hands on his thighs, occasionally scratching nails over the sensitive skin.

"Fuck, thats it, so good" He moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he rutted against your face. "Your amazing baby"

Suddenly, he stopped and pulled you back by your hair, taking the chance, you breathed out. "Holy shit, I'll cum if i don't stop, wanna feel your cunt babe" His voice was much raspier than before. You nodded and carefully stood up, smiling at him as he pressed a short kiss to your lips. You bent over the kitchen counter and he breathily moaned at the sight "So good for me" He mumbled, moving behind you. You felt his presence behind you, his hand resting on your hip as the other guided himself into you, teasing at your hole again, making you whine out. "Doug..please"

"Fuck..only cuz you asked so nicely baby" He joked and slowly pushed himself into you, he stretched you out a little and you found yourself gripping at the edge off the counter. Moaning at the feeling of him fully inside you, you could hear the low noises from him and they only turned you on more. He began to pull out before almost slamming back into you again, your body moving against the counter, him being stronger than he looks. He began to fuck into you, his cock repeatedly hitting your g spot, sending signals throughout your body, you could smell his cologne and feel his hands gripping at your skin as you hit the counter, knowing you'd have some proud bruises later. "Feels s'good remer" you whined out.

"Your squeezing me so well princess, so fucking tight" His thrusts grew more sporadic and his hands squeezed tighter at the plush of your waist as you felt a tightness in your core.

"doug, im s'close"

"Me too, baby, me too" He panted, if you could see him, you'd see his hair falling over his face like earlier, an insanely dirty sight. He let out a few higher moans as he came inside of you, coating your insides in his cum. His hand reached forward to rub at your clit, head leaning on your back as you released all over his cock. Both of your bodies were worn out, you limp on the counter and him on you.

"Why didn't i just kiss you sooner?" He asked, breath heavy and you laughed a little.

"I'm asking the same thing"

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I apologize for typos my keyboards acting so funky rn, but either way, i finally made a new acc to write this. Hope it isn't to short my loves.

#doug remer #matt stone #doug remer x reader #doug remer smut #matt stone smut #baseketball #baseketball smut #matt stone x reader

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