Please can you write something sweet with Eddie making reader a pink sleeved Hellfire shirtđŽâđ¨đĽš
cute, cute, cute. thank you for the request!
again, clearing some requests out so my apologies for taking so freaking long! all my love đ¤
((a thousand points to your Hogwarts House if you know where the title is from))
pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader
fandom: Stranger Things
word count: (she's a shorty!) 2.4k+
note: author is burnt out! author's blood is coffee, weed, and nicotine!
warnings: i think there's cursing, but outside that, it's short and sweet and Eddie's a bumbling mess 'cause you're so pretty. #facts.
đ none of the following content is appropriate for minors đ â all taglists are discontinued đŤ i do not give permission for any of my work to be posted, copied, translated, or uploaded to any other platforms đŤ
"That looks... Uh, interesting, Eddie. New color scheme?" Dustin rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah, man, really, uh... Creative?" Mike tried to copy, staring at the newest shirt in Eddie's hands.
"Glad you're being true to yourself, my man," Lucas beamed, nodding in approval with an encouraging thumbs up; making all of Hellfire look at him with bewilderment. "What?"
"What're you talking about?" Gareth chuckled, offering a pinched look at the Freshman.
"I mean," Lucas looked around nervously, "aren't we talking about the shirt Eddie's holding?"
"We are," Jeff confirmed.
"Well, if Eddie's into wearing pink, I'm just saying, we support him," Lucas defended hotly, looking offended by his friends. "Well, I support you, man," he directed at Eddie.
"Dude," Eddie chuckled, "'s not for me."
"Okay? Who's it for then?" Lucas wondered, earning another round of disbelieving looks. "What now!?"
"Are you just messing with us?" Gareth chuckled, looking to Dustin and Mike. "He's messing with us, right?"
"He is," Dustin covered, "because it's obvious that the shirt's for Y/N... Right?" He looked to Eddie.
"It is," he relented, making the Freshman sigh a collective breath of relief. "I was thinking of making her an official member of Hellfire. Any objections?"
Jeff scoffed, "Yeah, 'cause we're gonna say no to your girlfriend joining the club?"
"She's not my girlfriend," Eddie rushed to explain, his ears burning brightly under his embarrassment and long locks.
"I mean," Gareth laughed, "you made a shirt just for her..."
"So?" Eddie sighed, glancing to the shirt in his hands, then to all the present members of Hellfire. "So what?"
"Where'd you get it?" Mike wondered.
"I made it, not like we have shirts for girls laying around..."
At his revelation, the boys all hollered, "Ho-Hoooo! Yeaaah!"
"What?" Eddie groaned, slouching into his throne; tossing his legs over an arm rest, "What're you guys on about now?"
He sounded exasperated, but Jeff knew he was desperately curious. So, he relented, "Dude, you stayed late every day last week to use the sewing club's machines."
"So?"
"So!" He laughed, "We know you're into her!"
"You literally made her a custom Hellfire shirt," Mike smirked. "I mean, the pink sleeves are a nice touch."
He shrugged, "She has a black-sleeved one."
"You mean she has one of yours," Dustin teased, snickering to Mike and Lucas as Jeff and Garth watched from across the table as Eddie sighed and pinned them with a stony look.
"So what?" Eddie eventually asked. "She likes pink!"
"It's cute, leave him alone," Jeff eventually sighed, smirking at his Dungeon Master. "Is she coming tonight?"
"I asked her to," he nodded with a small smile, not meeting any eyes. Then, as if he couldn't help himself, Eddie was asking, "You think she's into me?"
He wasn't expecting them all to burst out in laughter - like, genuine laughter. Where Gareth smacked the table and Dustin almost doubled over, kind of laughter.
"What? What!?" Eddie rushed in alarm.
"Dude!" Lucas snickered, "I've never seen anyone so smitten. Girl's got it bad for you - but you're not really any better."
"Really?" Eddie asked, much more sheepishly. It was such a turncoat from their usually charismatic leader, that the boys settled down before sharing fond, yet mischievous looks.
"Dude," Mike nodded, "she's definitely into you. Should ask her out."
"Nah, maybe not," Eddie shook his head.
"Why not?" Dustin wondered in earnest. "I mean - you're you! She's into you! C'mon, man!"
But Eddie admitted, "She deserves someone better than whatever I'm offering. Know she got into Princeton? And Stanford, apparently."
"Shit," Mike looked at Lucas with sadness; but only for the limited timeframe you two faced, and not because you got into college. They understood that most teenagers were frothing at the mouth to get their college acceptance letters - you even went as far to pay for early admission - simply because it would get you guys out of Hawkins faster.
"Doesn't matter, you guys still have the rest of the year," Dustin covered, nodding with enthusiasm now. "And prom! You haven't gone before, now you can go with Y/N!"
"Who's Y/N going to prom with?" You asked as you entered the room, smiling at the guys as you shut it behind you. "Oh, am I late? I'm so sorry, you guys!"
"No, no, we're still setting up," Gareth assured, clearing his throat. "Here, we saved you a spot," he nudged Jeff and together, they shuffled down the table to free the spot right next to Eddie.
"Thanks, guys," you smiled, patting their shoulders as you took your seat. "Hi," you directed at the others, glancing at Eddie.
"Hey, N/N," Lucas cooed. "Say, that's a nice shirt. Is yellow your favorite color?"
You glanced at your button-up, "Oh, no, my mom just thinks it's a nice blouse. I had another college interview today."
"For which school?" Dustin asked with curiosity.
"Oh, it's for Indiana State," you shrugged a bit. "Figured I'd check a few in-state schools out, in case I choose to stay close to home."
"Awh," Dustin cooed.
"But to answer your question," you nodded at Lucas, "my favorite color is this light shade of pink. It reminds me of my Nana's flower garden."
"Oh, that's nice," Jeff assured. "Hey, Eddie? Didn't you have something for N/N?"
Your attention turned, smiling at an obviously uncomfortable Eddie. "No, hey, it's cool - "
"No, no, they're right," Eddie rushed, clearing his throat after. "Y/N, you've been playing Hellfire with us for a few weeks now, and I thought it was time we invite you into the club," he presented the shirt, adding, "officially?"
You cooed loudly, unable to restrain your excitement as you took the shirt and opened it to look at it in full. "Eddie!" You gasped, "This is amazing! Oh, my God!"
You missed the way his cheeks flared brightly then, shifting in his seat to try and lessen the feeling of embarrassment as you leaned over to gush at the modifications he made with Jeff and Garth.
Eddie caught Dustin's eye, watching the Freshman nod encouragingly at you. He sighed and flipped the kid his middle finger, getting started with his prep before the game started. But a quick glance around the table had you standing, "I'll be right back, I'm gonna change really quick!"
The boys watched you rocket out of the room - truly intent to take as little time as possible, since you knew Eddie to be (decently) punctual when it came to starting games. When you were out of sight, all of the boys rounded on Eddie with harsh glares.
"What?" He snipped.
"What're you waiting for?" Lucas asked.
"Seriously, dude!" Mike whined.
"GO!" Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Gareth, and Jeff all shouted; making Eddie flinch to his feet, mumbling about their 'loud voices' as he scurried out of the room. As he turned down the hall, you were slipping from the girls' bathroom, admiring your new shirt.
"Hey," Eddie smiled, earning your attention.
"Eddie, hey, hi," you beamed in return. "This looks too cool, thank you!" You admired the shirt with pink sleeves again, petting over the material. "You all right? Isn't the game about to start?"
"Yeah, uh, inna sec... I just wanted to ask you... Uh, something..."
"Eddie, you all right?" You asked softly, only a foot between you both as the deserted hallway seemed to stretch around you in all directions. You were only focused on his eyes, and Eddie's breath caught in his throat a few times.
"Yeah," he breathed. "Listen, uh, I-I just wanted to tell you," he nodded, watching you smile patiently, "that the past few weeks we've been hanging out has been... Uh, you know, really great."
"Yeah, it's been fun," you agreed.
"Yeah - great - fun!" He nodded, blinking a few times to clear his mind and get back on track. "W-Which is why I wanted to ask, you know, um, if you're free, and only if you wanted to, uh, because no pressure, you can totally say no, and, um, I would understand, I mean, I would be pretty bummed, but I'd understand - "
"Eddie?"
"Yeah?"
"You're rambling, honey," you smiled brighter at him, nodding slowly as you reached for his forearm. "You wanna pause and, just, breathe for a sec?"
"Yeah, okay," he chuckled, clearing his throat as he glanced down at your hand. Thinking he didn't like it, you removed your hand. "Um, I just, look," he sighed, "I like you... Maybe more than I should," he chuckled to himself. "And I wanted to ask if you wanted to, maybe, go on a date with me?"
He was avoiding your eyes, making you smile lightly and reach for him again, "Hey, Eddie? Wanna look at me real quick?" When his eyes flashed up to meet yours, he only found a pleasant expression on your face, your lips looking far too soft for his sanity, assuring, "I'd really like to go on a date with you."
"You would?"
"I would," you chuckled, letting your hand fall to his hand. "I've kinda liked you for a while."
"You have?"
You laughed a little louder, "I have. Since your first senior year, actually."
"Oh, my God," he laughed, his hand naturally conforming around your own. "Oh, wow, okay, yeah, so, cool, cool! Really cool."
"Totally cool," you smirked.
"Yeah - really cool - totally cool, yeah," he repeated nervously. "S-So you like the shirt?"
"I do," you assured, squeezing his hand. "It was very thoughtful, thank you so much, again."
"Yeah," he breathed, "no problem... Call it a happy little accident."
"You were trying to do laundry again, weren't you?"
His cheeks flared brightly, "Maybe."
"What was it?"
He shrugged, "Wayne's Nationals tee shirt in with some of my white shirts."
"Oh, honey," you laughed. "Well, it is a happy little accident, and it really works in your favor, so, thank you. Oh," you looked down at your hand when something felt slick, "Eddie, y-your fingers are bleeding!"
"Shit," he hissed, pulling his hand away, "sorry, sorry, fuck, that's so embarrassing, fuck, I'm sorry, fuck."
"What happened to you?" You asked, tugging him with you back down the hall and into the deserted girls' bathroom to run his hands under water. He winced some when you pumped soap onto the raw injury, you repeating your question.
"These might be battle wounds from me fighting the sewing machine making your shirt," he chuckled, relaxing some as the initial sting wore off until the water ran clear again.
"You're so fucking cute, oh, my God," you giggled a bit, pulling a paper towel down to blot at his hands. "You handmade this?"
He nodded sheepishly, wiggling his ringed fingers at you, "Got the wounds to prove it."
"Thank you," you whispered, smiling up at him as you dried his hands slowly. "Might be the nicest thing someone's given me. It's really thoughtful."
"Anything for you," he whispered, your faces hovering over one another as his eyes sucked you in before holding you hostage. Not even knowing when his hands left yours, they were suddenly pressing into your waist to draw you in closer, forehead gently meeting yours to ask, "This okay?"
"Mhm," you agreed softly, lifting your chin to lightly skim your lips over his; waiting for his move. You didn't wait long, as with your next breath, he was descending upon you; searing a kiss to your lips as his hands tightened to bunch your new shirt slightly.
Lost in the motions, your own hands rose to latch around his neck; soon sliding your fingers into his long locks and tightened. By the way Eddie's breath picked up, you figured you were doing something right, and pushed onto your toes to lessen the distance between you. Eddie's body then pressed you into the sink, and all known thought was lost...
Until...
bang - bang - bang
"Y/N! You in there?" Dustin called from outside the bathroom after banging on the door.
"Yeah, what's up, Dusty?" You answered after pulling away from Eddie, pushing a finger to his smirking lips. He instead drew you closer, making your bottom lip roll between your teeth to fight your giggle when he nuzzled your neck.
"You seen Eddie?"
"Uh," you smirked, "no?"
"Oh, well, we're set up when you're ready! I'm gonna go look for him."
"Check out back, he might be having a cigarette!" You called, Eddie's teeth raking over sensitive skin as you fought off your laughter.
"Thanks!"
You heard his footsteps rocketing down the hallway, laughing into Eddie's lips when his found yours again. "C'mon," you giggled, unable to resist another kiss - or three. "C'mon, c'mon, they're waiting."
"You're right," he sighed, pecking your lips again. "Or... We could blow tonight off?"
"Is that a serious offer?"
Eddie paused, then sighed, "No, not really, c'mon."
You giggled as your hand laced with his as you moved for the main bathroom door, "Thought as much!"
Only when you exited, Eddie's eyes staring at you as he giggled with you, before you both came to a squeaking halt - finding all the members of Hellfire filling the hall, arms crossed as a barricade.
"Mhm, don't know where he is?" Dustin repeated like a disappointed mother catching you sneaking around with the town' delinquent. Which, wasn't entirely far off...
"Um, right, well..." You trailed off.
"Aht, aht!" Mike barked. "We don't wanna hear your excuses! We've been waiting for 10 minutes now! March to the room, you two!"
"But - "
Mike cut Eddie off, pointing down the hall, "March!"
"All right, Mom, chill, geez," Eddie teased, tugging you with him to head down the hall finally - your laughter echoing around them as you had to jog slightly to keep up with his long pace.
"They're cute," Lucas sighed, head cocked to watch them go.
"Glad they worked it out. This is gonna be good, you know?" Jeff agreed, the lads all turning to watch your two head down the hall together; hands tangled together.
"You know he's not gonna give her special treatment in the games, right?" Mike checked.
"Oh, that's what you think," Gareth giggled with Dustin, the two moving after you and Eddie down the hall.
"Oh, no... What have we done...?" Mike muttered to himself, only moving when a snickering Lucas clapped him on the shoulder.
What happens when the dilf you're trying to hit on is actually a father
i have request for perv!bestfriend!eddie x innocent!reader who has an oral fixation:
reader and eddie are hanging out as usual and readerâs oral fixation starts getting bad. eddie notices it and helps her out.
(sorry if this isnât a lot to go off of, this idea came into my head and i had to request it immediately)đđ
to request ⢠E.M. Masterlist ⢠main masterlist
Swollen Lips
perv!bestfriend!Eddie Munson x innocent!reader
warnings: smut, pet names, some dark themes, oral fixation (explicit warnings below the cut)
chapter summary; youâre hanging out with your best friend Eddie and youâve got an oral fixation, instead of letting you chew on your lip or nails, he takes matters into his own hands and helps you out <3
wordcount: 2.2k
explicit warnings: oral (m receiving), finger sucking, coercion, ball sucking, cum play? Eddieâs such a pervert guys.
Thank you for requesting!! I love writing requests so much
âQuit it.â Eddieâs voice was soft, faux annoyance as he slapped your hand away from your mouth, saving the nail of your thumb from being bitten until it bled.
Your hand dropped to your chest and found the pendant on your necklace that Eddie had gotten you for your birthday, you fiddled with that instead of chewing your nail.
Eddie watched you for a moment before returning his attention back to his notebook where he was messily writing out ideas for the next campaign. You sat next to him on his bed, legs thrown over his lap and a book in yours. His room was warm but not uncomfortable, stuffy from having his door closed, Wayne was home today.
You turned a page and read quietly, absentmindedly pulling your bottom lip into your mouth. You soaked the skin with your tongue for a while before you began actually sucking on it.
You let your soft lip drag over your teeth over and over, red and swollen your lip got, warm, only making it more satisfying to lick and bite. You werenât even paying all that much attention to it until Eddie tsked and pulled your lip from between your teeth with his thumb on your chin.
âGonna hurt yourself if you donât knock it off babydoll.â He dragged his thumb over your lip and basked in the way you jutted it out further against his thumb.
âSorry Eds.â You smiled sweetly and went back to your book. He wasnât mad or anything, you knew. He was aware that you had a habit of sticking things in your mouth, it wasnât ever deliberate and he thought it was beyond cute. He loved watching you suck your thumb or countless lollipops. He didnât love watching you bite your nails raw or chew your lip till you bled, didnât love watching you put choking hazards and breakable objects in your mouth. Although he thought it was terribly funny when you chewed your pen until blue ink exploded in your mouth.
You rested your head on his shoulder and he hummed softly, deep in his chest. It soothes you, and you didnât notice yourself bringing the necklaceâs charm to your lips. First just pressing the cool metal to your bottom lip, pouting against it.
Eddie hadnât paid any mind to you yet this time, heâd pull it away from your mouth once he noticed, you knew. You tried staying like that, metal on the outside of your mouth rather than inside. But like it was against your will, your lips closed over the chain and your tongue rolled against the metal that was heating up from your spit.
You hummed, very content, the sound got Eddieâs attention. He looked at you with a raised brow and suddenly rolled his eyes. He hooked his left arm behind you, under your arm and pulled your necklace from your mouth, replacing it with his index and middle finger.
You were surprised a moment, looking up at him just to see he looked completely normal, so you decided it was normal and gently placed a hand on his wrist, holding him there steady and nuzzled your head into his shoulder.
His writing became even sloppier. His fingers were just resting in your mouth, heavy against your tongue. But it was enough. Warm and wet. And you had no idea that it was distracting him in the way it was, and that made it even hotter to him.
He adjusted to it after a bit, continued writing as normal. Then you had to go and shut his brain down again. Lips pressing against the bases of his fingers, tongue rolling slightly before it flattened against them. He watched your face now as your cheeks hollowed out and his breath got stuck in his throat.
He pulled his fingers back just slightly before returning them to your tongue. He pulled them back again, but this time you sucked them back, cheeks hollowing further and tongue holding him tight.
He exhaled shakily, notebook and the campaign being brought to life inside of it were forgotten beside him. He switched hands, pulling his left from your mouth and holding your neck with it instead, damp fingers dancing across the column of your throat. He watched the goosebumps cover your skin as the roomâs air cooled your spit.
He didnât waste time pressing the index and middle fingers of his right hand into your mouth, all the way until your pillow lips rested just above his knuckles. You didnât mind, even as he could feel the slope of your tongue leading back and down your throat.
He let his hand get comfortable, thumb pressing into your jaw, pinky and marriage finger holding your face, you let him. This wasnât just for you anymore heâd decided.
You couldnât read your book anymore, his arm in the way and his hands taking control of how much your head could move or look around. He moved your book away for you, he was so sweet to you, so kind. He moved his legs so that yours would shift down, slide up until they were resting over his crotch. You didnât notice the bulge in his jeans, you didnât feel his hardened cock pressing against the backs of your thighs.
He was hot. What kind of idiot wears a black long sleeve shirt and baggy jeans in the middle of summer. What kind of idiot shoves his fingers in a mouth of which heâs jerked off to the thought of countless times. The mouth of a girl heâd been obsessed with for ages but swore to himself heâd never give into his perverse temptations.
He didnât feel guilty. He knew what he was doing, and he knew that you didnât know what he was doing. He probably shouldâve felt some guilt, but he didnât. Heâd reflect on that later.
He slowly thrusted his fingers in and out of your mouth, watching the way you took it peacefully, head resting against his fingers holding you up. You sucked his fingers into your mouth and whined softly, contentedly, but the sound almost made him bust in his jeans.
He knew youâd like head. If you knew what head was, youâd love to give it. Heâd figured that about you for ages. He thought about it a lot, you giving head. you giving him head.
Eddie, donât. âBaby?â His voice almost shook. You hummed in question around his fingers and he felt the vibration in his wrist. He wanted it to be his cock. âHow âbout you suck on somethinâ else, hm? Fingers are gonna get pruny real soon.â He laughed softly to cover up him almost moaning when you let his fingers go with a wet pop of your lips.
âLike what?â You looked up at him with your big wet eyes, pouty wet lips, face still resting against his hand.
He struggled to find the words, his hand fell to your thigh and squeezed. âNeed you to move pretty girl, lay between my legs okay? On your tummy?â He spoke and you didnât respond, not verbally. He almost groaned, watching you wordlessly comply, immediately moving to lay on your stomach between his thighs just like he asked. His girl, always so willing to please.
He palmed his bulge through his jeans, and you watched curiously. He loved the look on your face, wonder and curiosity, no timidness or arousal, this face he loved and molested himself to ritualistically.
He messed with his belt distractedly and unzipped his jeans, pushing them along with his boxers down past his balls. His stomach tensed when you tensed, flinching at the sight of his aching dick springing up to life.
His tip was pink and swollen, only a few inches away from your intrigued eyes. His long fingers curled around the base of his shaft, holding his cock steady. He hadnât even gotten to say anything to you before you were wrapping your bitten lips around his head, tongue flitting against his slit.
You hummed at the taste and he groaned at both the sight and feeling. You gasped softly and pulled back wide eyes meeting his blown out ones. âDid I hurt you?â You asked with a tilt of your head, voice already filling with guilt.
He shook his head, âNo, no baby.â His hand cupping your face gently, swiping a thumb over your cheek. âIt just felt so good.â You watched him swallow nothing and he laced his hand in your hair, gently guiding you back. âYou can keep going baby.â
Happily, you complied. Continuing on, taking his tip back into your mouth. It rested on your tongue heavier than his fingers had, you loved it. You loved the sweet, salty taste that graced your tongue as you sucker softly.
He avoided making too much noise or moving too much, he didnât want to startle you again. But as you got more comfortable, so did he. Soft sighs falling from his mouth that made you feel a way you couldnât understand. You hummed again around him and he couldnât help himself, his hand tightened in your hair and his hips pushed up, forcing you to take more of his cock in your mouth.
Relaxing your throat, he pushed in a little further until you rested your hand on his thigh, a silent signal to slow down. He complied, petting your hair and whimpering softly under his breath.
Hollowing your cheeks around him, you got more used to the weight of him in your mouth, flicking your tongue over the underside of his head, having him push his hips lightly, slowly thrusting in and out of your mouth.
He was in heaven, your warm, wet, beautiful mouth around his cock, happily taking him almost all the way without a care in the world. He knew you didnât understand the sexual nature of what you were doing, but that fact almost made it better for him. His stomach ached with flaming arousal and his toes curled behind you, hand twitching in your hair.
You swallowed around him and his hips bucked slightly, a loud gasp that broke into a whimper and he threw his head back against his pillows. He was about to cum in your mouth. âF-fuck.â He gasped as you pulled your mouth off of him, wet lips still pressed against the underside of his shaft, a loose kiss.
He took his dick in his hand, jerking it slowly. He couldnât believe you edged him, of course you hadnât meant to, but still it stole his breath and thoughts. âIt feels good?â You asked and he nodded quickly. âThis is my first time that Iâve ever seen one.â You blushed, watching him. He already knew that. He didnât get to respond to you before you were asking another question. âHave you shown other people before?â You asked and his cock jumped in his hand. His sweet and innocent girl asking questions about the dirty things heâs done.
âYeah, I have.â His voice was shaky, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. He didnât miss the way you pouted, it made his stomach churn with heat. The pout wasnât there long before you got distracted again. Heâd expected another question from you.
Instead, you lowered your head and slotted your open wet mouth over his balls, sucking one of them gently into your mouth.
âFuck! Feels good- shit, good girl.â He moaned loudly, reminding himself that Wayne was home and he had to shut up as he jerked his dick faster, an orgasm hurtling toward him.
He wasnât sure when him helping you with your habit turned into you helping him cum, but he didnât mind as he felt his cock throb between his fingers.
âShit- sâgood babydoll shit-â he groaned and his hips shook, you hummed in satisfaction, thrilled by the praise. It sent shocks of vibrations that he couldnât handle and soon he was cumming in his own fist, thick and warm, dripping over his fingers.
His stifled moaning got your attention and you lifted your head in time to watch him cum just inches from your face. It was mesmerizing.
âWhatâs that?â You asked timidly and he laughed softly as he caught his breath. He made sure it was all on his hand before he fixed his jeans, grabbing your arm with his clean hand and pulling you up to him so youâd sit back in his lap like you had before.
âItâs cum baby, means you made me feel really, really good.â He kissed your temple. And you pulled his wrist up closer to you, looking at it closely.
He desperately wanted to go clean his hand, but more than that, he wanted to have his cum in your mouth. His heart beat heavily against his chest. âDâyou wanna taste it?â He asked and you were nodding before he finished speaking.
He grinned crookedly and pressed two fingers wet with cum past your swollen lips. You hummed and sucked it off his fingers, head lolling against his shoulder.
He kissed the crown of your head. âSee? âS all better now, huh.â He spoke, to himself as well as you, holding you adoringly against his chest. He didnât understand what happened, how he got you with his cock down your throat, but in no way was he complaining.
thank you for your support <3
Oh Him? Thatâs Just Eddie Part 3: Responsible
Masterlist: here
Tag List: @akiratoro420
A/N: Enjoy Eddie being a total menaceâ¨
*You took Eddieâs emergency pillow and Eddie is annoyed*
different upside down đ
(shop updating 5/27! đ)
warnings: cnc (kinda), overstimulation, name calling
Eddie has made you cum so many times that you saw stars. Your body felt like absolute jelly, so much so that you could even hold your head up. He didnât care though, he wanted to see you break.
You tried to push him away, but he was too strong for you.
âNo, no.â He slid his cock deeper inside you, watching as your face contorts in a mix of pain and pleasure. Your eyes begin to water, but that only pushes him more. âYouâre gonna keep taking my cock like a good slut, yeah?â
As much as you wanted to say no, you couldnât. The pleasure overpowered the pain, and you craved more of it, as you always did when it came to him. âY-yes, I want more.â
Eddie swiped his thumb at some of the tears falling from your eyes and leaned down to press a soft but chest kiss to your forehead. âThatâs my good girl.â
Vanity Fair Lie Detector Interview w/ Jamie Campbell Bower and You
hello! I've had this idea for like almost a year now lol. this is very dialogue heavy, there's not much description, but I felt like it kind of had to be, since it's just back and forth questions? idk, it's not my best work, but the idea is sickeningly cute and I needed to get it out. anyway, hope you enjoy it! <3 warnings: none! just fluff, ST4 costar!reader, gender neutral reader (pls let me know if I missed any gendered terms!)
---
As part of your Stranger Things press tour following the release of Vol. 2, you and your co-star Jamie were appearing on the lie detector interview. Entering the set, it was dark, with just a single overhead light hanging above a metal table. You and Jamie sat in chairs in front of the table as you filmed the intro for the video.
"Which one of you would like to go first?" The producer asked off camera.
You both turned to look at each other, nervously smiling. You shuffled your feet against the floor.
"Uh...I guess I'll go." You shrugged. "I'll just rip the band aid off."
The camera cut and the polygraph examiner set up as you and Jamie took your places on either side of the metal table.
"I feel like I'm looking at 25 to life or something right now." You chuckled as the polygraph examiner finished hooking you up to the machine.
"Are you nervous?" Jamie smiled at you from across the table.
"I'm sweating!"
Jamie cleared his throat, adjusting his posture to sit up straight, smirking as he tried to look intimidating. Your lips scrunched into a thin line as your eyes widened, showing your anxious anticipation.
"Okay...first question: is today June 8th, 2022?" He read from the cards in his hands.
"Yes." You stated.
"Were you in season 4 of Stranger Things?"
"I was." You smiled.
"Did you always want to be an actor growing up?"
"Uh...y-yeah. I would say yes." You nodded. "One of the things I wanted to be, anyway."
"What else would you have wanted to be?"
"Uh, well I still do music, but I wanted to be a famous musician. For a hot second I wanted to be a museum curator." You smiled.
"Have you ever googled yourself to see what people think of your work?"
You laughed and then hung your head. "I have! I need the validation..."
"I'm British, and you're American. Do you think I do a good American accent?" He chuckled.
You paused, sucking in a breath jokingly before smiling. "No, I'm kidding. You do have a decently good one, actually. Yeah."
Jamie gave you a side eye and looked at the polygraph examiner, who sat still staring at the paper and moving dowels. He looked back at you and nodded judgingly.
"Do you remember your first celebrity crush?" Jamie smiled.
"Yes."
"Who was it?"
You let out a breath, a slight smile flashing across your lips. "Um, I think it was like, Orlando Bloom?" You laughed. "Man, him as a blonde elf, y'know?"
Jamie chuckled at your answer before glancing down to his cards and looking back up. He smirked. "Do you have a current celebrity crush?"
"Uh...yes." You pursed your lips, taken aback by the question slightly.
Jamie cocked an eyebrow, leaning closer over the table. "And who is your current celebrity crush?" He smirked.
Your eyes went wide and you felt your cheeks immediately blush. You glanced over to the polygraph examiner, laughing nervously. It was him. Ever since the day he walked into the table read, you were enamored with his beauty, inside and out. You were secretly so excited to be paired with him for these press events, despite not having much screen time with him. You hoped your feelings wouldn't be obvious, but now, being hooked up to a lie detector, you felt like you weren't able to hide it at all.
"Oh god...haha...uhh..." You looked back at Jamie, eyebrows high, biting your lips slightly. "Well...uh, all I'll say is... they're in the room currently..." You smiled shyly, averting your eyes.
You could feel the warmth of Jamie's smile that grew across his face. "I didn't know you felt that away about the polygraph man." He chuckled.
You looked up, seeing his cheeks lightly blushed. You giggled, looking over at the smiling polygraph examiner. "I'm glad I could finally let him know." You looked back to Jamie.
"Well...I'm sure he's absolutely flattered." He held your gaze for a moment before taking in a deep breath and looking back down at his cards. "Okay, last question... Would you say you're cooler than your character in Stranger Things?"
You laughed. "Oh god... Absolutely. They're much cooler than me, yes."
"Did you lie at any point during this interview that we didn't catch?" He asked, narrowing his eyes and leaning forward.
You grimaced, looking over to the polygraph examiner. "I don't think so, no. I didn't lie."
He gave a thumbs up and you jokingly exhaled a sigh of relief. The camera cut, and the crew came around you, setting up the next shot for Jamie to be in the hot seat. There wasn't much time for conversation as they worked around you, which you were slightly thankful for, given your admission. Though, you both did exchange a few soft glances and warm smiles, which made you feel less embarrassed. The two of you switched seats and the camera started rolling as the polygraph examiner hooked Jamie up to the machine.
"You're right, this is very surreal." Jamie laughed, looking at the equipment put on him.
"Are you nervous?"
"Maybe...I don't know yet." He smiled, settling into the seat with the wires now on him.
"You should be." You winked and brought the cards up in front of you. "Alright, is your name Jamie Campbell Bower?"
He nodded. "Yes."
"Were you born in London, England?"
"Yes."
"You played Vecna in the new season of Stranger Things, as well as a member of the Volturi in Twilight. Would you consider yourself a good villain?"
Jamie's face twisted into a thought. "Oh wow. I mean...I don't think me, personally, as a villain. I try not to be! But I suppose the villain is fun to play, definitely. I guess I play the villain well, yes."
"You've been in a number of cancelled projects. Do you think you make bad career choices?" You tried to hold back your laughter.
He laughed out loud. "Thanks for bringing it up, love. Uh...no. I think they were all projects I really believed in and felt a connection to. I chose them because I enjoyed them. So no, I don't think that."
"You have made music with bands The Darling Buds, Counterfeit, and as a solo act. Would you want to be a full-time musician if you weren't an actor?"
He thought for a moment. "I suppose, yes. But I really couldn't imagine one without the other. They're both so deeply part of me. So...yes and no?"
"Do you secretly hate the Duffer brothers for making you go through 8 hours of prosthetics to play Vecna instead of just making it CGI?"
Jamie laughed again. "No! I don't!" He looked over to the polygraph examiner.
"He's telling the truth." He said flatly.
"Phew...I still have a job, good." He jokingly wiped his brow. "No, I think the choice to have it be almost entirely practical effects really made all the difference for you know, my scene partners, as well as for my own ability to get into character."
"Did you take anything from set that no one gave you permission to take?"
"Uh....n-no...no, I don't think I took anything without permission... I hope not?"
You looked down to the cards in your hand, scanning the questions listed. But you had an idea.
Well, payback time for me. Who's your current celebrity crush, then?" You smirked, narrowing your eyes.
He rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair with a smile. "Oh god. Yeah, yeah...I guess fair is fair." He leaned forward. "Well, um...I'm looking it at them." He smiled shyly.
Your mouth hung open, lilting up at the ends in euphoric shock. You bit your lip, letting the full smile overtake your face, stinging your cheeks. "Oh...is that so?" You giggled.
"We can defer to the polygraph man." He gestured over as you both looked to the man sat in front of the machine.
He smiled, looking back over to you, nodding. "He's telling the truth."
"Oh...well, I guess that's-that's convenient isn't it?" You giggled, feeling your cheeks flush.
"Did we just become a couple in this interview?" Jamie laughed.
"I think we did." You shook your head in disbelief, joining him in his laughter.
"Wow, this was much more affective than Tinder, this is what everyone should be doing." He gestured to the lie detector equipment.
"And on camera, too." You gave finger guns to the camera, giving a wink. "Um...but okay. Wow... Well, final question: Did you lie at any point during this interview and we didn't catch it?"
Jamie shook his head. "No, I don't believe I told any lies."
The polygraph examiner nodded, backing up that Jamie had not told lies. You smiled, setting the cards down, laying your hands on the table. Jamie smiled and reached across, taking your hands in his. The camera cut and the crew swelled around, taking the lie detector equipment away and setting up for you two to film the outro to the video.
The crew set the chairs back to the front of the table and had you two sit their once again. The producer called to roll the camera and let you know to start.
"Well, this has been Lie Detector Interview, or Lie Detector Matchmaker I guess." Jamie chimed. You burst out laughing, nudging Jamie's shoulder. "I thought this would be terrifying, but it actually went quite well I'd say." He looked to you.
You nodded. "Better than I would have expected." You smiled up at him. "Thanks so much for having us, Vanity Fair! This has been lovely!"
You both held your hands up, intertwined with the other, before leaning against one another with smiles on both of your faces.
"This is video is going to break the internet." Jamie whispered, leaning into your ear, drawing a delighted laugh from you just as they cut the camera.
Summary: Youâve known Eddie Munson for most of your life, heâs lived down the street from you since you moved to Hawkins way back in the 2nd grade. Heâs your bestfriend and always seems to be around and that hasnât ever been an issue up until now. Youâve found yourself crushing on none other than Steve Harrington who just is a little confused at your friendship with the long haired metalhead who has secretly had a massive crush on you since middle school and will be damned in âKing Steveâ is going to be the one to take you away from him. So this is a story about how Eddie makes it his mission to always be around trying his best to become a wedge between you and Harrington all while youâre constantly trying to reassure Steve that Eddie is just Eddie, your bestfriend and thatâs itâŚfor now?â¨
Type of Story: Slow burn (get comfy itâs a super slow burning lol)
A/N: In this universe Steve and Eddie donât really know each other and arenât friends at all
Status: Ongoing
Instagrams: coming soon
Conversations: coming soon
Extras: here
*This is mainly a texting series and youâll find everything in the correct order done below*
Part 1: Who is that?
Part 2: Just Eddie
Part 3: Responsible
Pairing: Multi!muse x Fem!Reader
Warnings:Â Mentions of drug use, alcohol, pretty much anything messy at parties. A little bit of nsfw but nothing severe
Type:Â Blurbs
Request:Â N/A
Word Count:Â N/A
Prompt:Â Spooky parties with them
Notes:Â I have no hopes for my own doing of these things.
Jason Voorhees:Â Doesnât really like parties, but is always dragged to them by you. Loves Halloween ones though, so thereâs not much pouting coming from you. Heâd let you dress him up to match costumes with him. Jason keeps himself occupied at the sweets table while youâre around saying hi to everyone. Terribly shy when you would introduce him to your friends, but would try to smile with a mouthful of cupcakes. He kind of becomes a favorite at the parties, participating in games from time to time.Â
Michael Myers:Â Also not a fan of parties, but would follow you to them. Itâs usually how it goes though, everywhere. He kind of just sulks everywhere behind you, turning his head to stare at whoever is staring at you both. Everyone tries to avoid you two the most they can, but you seem to be too fun to be around, so youâre still invited. You are at least, you and your plus one. After all, Michael does add onto the spooky aura of the party though. The plus side is that if anyone is causing trouble at the party, Michael easily takes up the security roll.
Tiffany Valentine:Â LOVES Halloween/spooky parties. Always wants to dress up for them and is even willing to dress you up as well. Tiffany always wants to match with you, whatever you want to be, whatever she wants to be, you always come down to an agreement. The more parties there are, the more costumes/outfits you both can put together. Getting ready is one of Tiffanyâs most favorite activities. Sheâs so fun at the party, drinking, singing and keeping her arms around you, sheâs definitely a crowd favorite.
Billy Loomis: Also kind of loves Halloween parties, heâd go to every single one he knows is available, always dragging you with him of course. Billy would drag you to every house party, drinking and smoking with you by his side. Sometimes things get a little too hot between you two. Billy would drag you into a room with him âjust to make outâ but most of the time it escalates. Either way, parties can be fun with Billy, though if youâre always needy for his attention, perhaps parties wouldnât be so fun. Billy would keep you on his lap, but maybe pay more attention to the current topic at hand.
Stu Macher:Â Also loves Halloween parties and becomes a crowd favorite within time. Sometimes he even hosts the parties, bringing in all kinds of alcohol, allowing all sorts of drugs and whatever kept the party going and happy. Sometimes Stu would be a little blind to the way things work, not able to pick up directly on your discomfort. Still, Stu is always drunk, always singing at the top of his lungs and dancing lazily across the room. Youâll never be bored with him and his foolery often at times.Â
Patrick Bateman: Kind of a fan of parties, just maybe not the house ones. His coworkers would host events celebrating the Halloween vibe to the atmosphere. Youâd insist on going in costumes, but Patrick wouldnât be exactly too thrilled about the idea. Shockingly though, he manages to get some blood splatter on his coat to which then he decided to just keep it, then go to your room telling you to âfix itâ but then deciding the would be the perfect costume and no matter what you say, he thinks this would be the best costume. To those who love to talk, Patrick definitely would be a favorite to them.
Leatherface:Â Also has fun at the party like Jason, heâs very innocent with what he likes and what he tends to enjoy. More childlike than anything; he is prone to being timid as much as possible, but when he discovers the sweet, he becomes a child. Thereâs chocolate all over his lips and fingertips, he looks at you with a mouthful, smiling and waving from afar. Bubba doesnât talk to anyone, instead just keeps his head down and waits for you to come back from your karaoke session.
Harley Quinn:Â The queen of Halloween parties, can always whip up the best last minute Halloween costumes. Itâs settled that no Halloween party is complete without the one and only Harley Quinn. She kind of overshadows you, but when does she never? Still, she always does her best to keep you included, bringing you on stage with her or to the center if you were having a dancing session or a karaoke session. Harley would for sure wear you down to the bone during these nights. Not to mention, she would be the type to go party to party to party back to back, so itâs best you keep up!
Poison Ivy: Not entirely fond of any kind of party. Ivy would gather socially with her beloved villainous friends, but nothing too extreme. Still, if you really wanted to go, she wouldnât fight you. Sheâd throw on her best red silk dress and big Hollywood curls, elegant as always, even if it was a costume party. âIâm a rose-â Sheâd explain as she would click on her last earring, fixing her dress as sheâd turn to you. Ivy would drink a glass of wine or whiskey while you dance along or sing along, admiring you from a far, just as when she first met you.
Bruce Wayne:Â This man was notorious for parties, though not the kind you were going to in order to actually enjoy yourself and have fun. While he would prefer to keep the night to yourselves, if you insisted, heâd deliver. Bruce rather be by your side more than anything, plus seeing you in costume could be fun. No matter where you two would end up, Bruceâs hands and eyes just canât stay away from you. Not in a sexual or possessive manner but in a way where he truly is enjoying himself.
Jason Todd:Â Similar to Bruce, though heâd rather keep the party between you two, Jason would love to go out with you. Halloween parties downtown at different bars and house parties of friends of his would be such a great time. You knew you could truly have fun and let your guard down around Jason. Lots of watching you dance, drinking and letting loose to loud music and neon lights. Wouldnât leave you for a second, even if you had to take a piss.
Billy Hargrove: So excited for any kind of party, ever. Not the kind to dress up though, but would encourage you to if you wanted. âNo Billy, I canât go dressed up if you donât.â Youâd shy away as you took off the bunny ears, but heâd insist you looked cute in a bunny costume, kissing your cheek and pushing your hair behind your ear. Whether you wanted to keep your costume or not, he wouldnât mind, after all, most of the time, heâd want to go home early with you. Billy kind of grew out of parties when he fell in love with you.
Steve Harrington:Â Loved all kinds of parties before, would even host half of them, but itâs no fun when he keeps getting pulled away from you or interrupted by others while heâs with you. Of course there would be times where you two could hide, but then whatâs the point of even hosting a party? Like Billy when he fell in love with you, Steve also kind of grew out of parties. Still, one or two Halloween themed parties wouldnât kill you two, he does agree to match your costume after all. Maybe nothing too out there for him, but anything subtle, heâd be down for. And of course, all his attention is on you throughout the whole night.
Steve Rogers: Also not the biggest fan of parties, big ones at least, but he would be willing to go if all his teammates were going or if you insisted on going with him. You wouldnât have to beg, the second time heâd bring it up, he wouldnât hesitate. Also would go dressed up with you if you wanted. Steveâs shoulders would kind of drop when heâd see the costumes you picked out for you both. Your immediate pout would change his mind instantly. âNo no, sweetheart, I love it. Iâll wear it! It just looks a little uncomfortable, but anything for you, you know that.â Steve wouldnât stray away from you once, talking with his teammates and mingling with others as heâd drink and have his arm around you. If you wanted to sing or dance, there he went with you.
Bucky Barnes:Â Not a huge fan of parties either, the only reason heâd go at all is because you wanted to go or Steve did. Heâd be a little bit more reserved with costumes, but heâd accommodate with you. Bucky would even give you suggestions, helping you put outfits together and even helps you with your makeup before the party. Like Ivy, he stays in the back, watching you from afar, drinking and with eyes locked on you and only you. Bucky would agree to taking pictures with you to add to your scrapbook and theyâre probably the cutest ones from all year.
Wanda Maximoff:Â Depending on her social mood would depend on how she would react at the party and how much sheâd dress up. Of course Wanda would match you, being genderbent versions of certain costumes to match the couple costumes. Without question would help you with your makeup. Her favorite couples costume would be the vampires, sultry and fun, intimidating but so enticing. No matter her mood, sheâd dance with you if you wanted, letting you take pictures of you both. LOTS of bathroom pictures and overall she reflects with you on how much fun she actually had that night.
Loki Laufeyson:Â Youâd have to be the one to invite him to even have him consider going to any party, spooky party or not. Either way, like Wanda, heâd help you with your makeup, wiping off the excess and making sure your eyeliner is sharp and ready to strike fear into the hearts of those around you. For sure would go as the vampire couple as well or even a Victorian ghost costume. Hands down you both would be the most stunning at the party, which doesnât help Lokiâs ego at all. Heâd watch you from afar, not really one to be dancing too much, maybe heâd join you for a dance or two, but would rather watch you sing in amusement and awe.
Cloud Strife:Â Not another event youâre dragging him to again. Still, this kind of seems a little bit more fun to him than anything else youâve made him do before. Doesnât really want to dress up in any costume. MAYBE will go as the matrix with you but thatâs about all. Cloud would be too shy for anyone that would come up to him trying to talk to him, instead looking for you. You said you were only going to be gone a couple of minutes. Still, would drink with you, keep himself from getting drunk so he could keep an eye on you. After all he was the one taking you home.
Aerith Gainsborough:Â Has honestly never been to a Halloween party before, but is super interested in them. Kind of excited to dress up for it too. Sheâd go as a fairy or an elf of some sort and would love for you to match with her. You two would hands down win the cutest couples costume. Aerith would have so much fun meeting new people and singing and dancing with them as well as her best friends that she already knew. Pictures of this night would be perfect to keep them in a scrapbook for memories. Honestly kind of the most fun to go to a Halloween party with.
Sebastian Michaelis: Itâs kind of routine to have the Phantomhive household either host or participate in some sort of Halloween party themselves. Even if you insisted Sebastian would refrain from dressing up in costume at the own household. âDonât be ridiculous, Iâm still the butler and dressing up as a rabbit would not seem appropriate-â Only to be interrupted by Ciel who would ask him to follow through with your request. Well, there goes that.
Spencer Reid:Â Always down for any kind of Halloween party, anywhere. Him and Penelope would be the first ones in, planning out costumes, what they were going to bring, there would be too much excitement for one person to handle. Of course Spencer would constantly brainstorm what costumes you two were going to wear, no matter how ridiculous it may seem for others, it would be thrilling for him. Spencer always wants to appreciate the holiday as much as possible and that includes Halloween parties. Would do drunk karaoke and swing around as his excuse for dancing. Lots of videos of these moments would keep his embarrassment immortal.
Bro treated you like a child for a very long time
It was rather annoying
Thinks you can't take care of yourself and you need him
Sees dirt on your face and is quick to lick his thumb and rub your cheek
"Ugh, what the hell are you doing?"
"There was dirt on your cheek"
"Hey, stay still!" He grabs your arms, causing you to stay still, "I'm trying to do something," He'll fix your hair and your clothes
He will restrain you by sitting on you if he needs to. He'll fuckin manhandle you if you don't listen
He's very protective of you, especially after everything that happens
It gets to a point where he will lock you in his car if he feels like you wouldn't be safe if you get out
It gets to a point where he gets really high anxiety worrying about you
If anything happens to you, he'll blame himself. You got a bruise from falling downstairs? He should have been there to catch you. You stub your toe on a corner? He should have made you wear shoes. You accidentally hit a counter corner? He should have put fluff on it, so they weren't so sharp
He is incredibly quick to jealousy, especially if you're talking to fucking Billy or Jason
He can get pretty violent if he's pushed far enough
Doesn't mean he'll win, but damn if sure doesn't fucking try
He doesn't think, he just starts throwing punches
You'll have to patch him up after
He'll apologize to you for embarrassing you
You tell him you're not embarrassed just annoyed
Whenever you're upset, he offers Ice cream, which caused you to glare at him, but you do take the ice cream
He wasn't the best boyfriend at first, but he does get better
You want him while he's at work? He'll take a quick break and take you to the back
How could he say no to you?
30-something.|She/TheyI follow back from @bonelotus
141 posts