Unforgiving

Demon

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Incubus!Eddie comes crawling to your room just like every other night

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), slight cnc, somno, name calling, choking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, no aftercare, angst if you squint

WC: 1.2K

(never really wrote anything like this before, enjoy)

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Eddie snuck into your room for the fifth time this week, just like clockwork. 

You’re asleep like always, your shirt hiked up above your stomach. The only light coming from the moon, shining right where there was a tiny wet spot forming on your panties. What could you possibly be dreaming of? 

Eddie drooled just looking at you. He couldn’t wait to have you, couldn’t wait to wake you up from his cock using your pretty cunt.

“You look so precious,” Eddie’s fingers glided over your exposed legs. He softly hummed to himself when he felt how soft and supple your skin was, perfect for gripping. “Been aching all day to ruin you.” 

You stirred in your sleep, feeling the touch of him. You didn’t wake though, just rolled over, giving Eddie a full view of your covered pussy. 

Eddie could feel his jeans tighten, his cock throbbing at the small sight of your swollen clit through your panties. He wanted to get down on his knees, wrap his plump lips and toy with your clit, but he need to bury his cock inside your cunt more. 

“Bet you were expecting me.” He hand slid further up your leg, resting on your thigh. “Knew I’d be coming and that’s exactly why you wore these skimpy panties.” 

Slowly, Eddie pulled your panties down your legs. He couldn’t help but let out a groan when he saw just how wet you were. 

Your wetness is strung between your cunt and your panties, it shining softly in the moonlight. If Eddie were to guess, he’d say you were dreaming of him right now and that’s what got you so wet, so needy. 

“Oh, baby.” His thumb ghosted over your clit, causing your breath to hitch for a small moment. “Did the thought of me do this to you?” 

He knew you weren’t going to answer, and that was part of the fun.

Eddie can’t love someone, that’s just who he is. His goal is to break someone, make it to where they need him to feel safe and happy, then leave. To seduce and destroy. When it comes to you, though, you make it hard on him. He was a sex demon, an Incubus, it was what he was known as. 

“I can’t wait to use you,” he tossed your panties over his shoulder before quickly taking off his pants and boxers in one swift move. He didn’t care about his shirt, wanting to get inside you as quickly as possible. 

Eddie’s cock was leaking with precum and throbbing so hard that it was almost painful. 

Not wanting to waste a minute more, he spread your legs and pulled you closer to him, his cock now waiting at your soaked hole. The tip of his cock barely slid in, stretching you open before your eyes slowly opened. You looked right up at him, innocence all over your face. 

“There’s my pretty girl,” he watched your face contort from confusion to pleasure, the rest of his cock sliding perfectly inside your cunt, sucking him in. “Fuck, baby. I’ve missed this.” 

“E-Eddie… oh my god.” You were still half asleep, but that didn’t stop the pleasure from flooding your body. You felt him from your head to your toes. “Been waiting for you.” 

He chuckled, leaning his face down until his nose was touching yours. “I can tell.” 

Eddie pulled out before slamming back in, his heavy balls hitting against your ass. 

“Your cunt needed me, huh?” 

Your toes curled as you squeezed your eyes shut. He had barely started and already you could feel your orgasm building up inside you. 

“Uhuh- yes, I needed you so bad,” you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, if that was possible. “Ached for you.”

His rough hand wrapped around your throat, your eyes opening to look into his darkened ones. “Isn’t that cute?”

The squeeze of his hand around your throat and the way his cock was pounding your cunt had your head spinning. Your bed shook beneath you and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls. This was what you looked forward to the whole day and now you were lost in Eddie. 

“Please, kiss me.” You reached up and wrapped a hand around his neck, pulling him so your lips barely touched his. “Please…” 

Eddie couldn’t resist you, not when your cunt clenched around his cock. 

The kiss was messy, teeth clanking together and tongues rubbing against one another, but neither of you could ask for anything more. 

“You’re taking me so well,” you could feel each part of Eddie’s cock, each vein. 

“More, I want more.” Eddie was already giving you so much, but you craved more. 

Swiftly, Eddie flipped you over. Your ass now in the air and your head pressed into the soft pillows below you. 

“You want more?” Eddie fucked you at a hard and rough pace. So hard that you could barely breathe, your lungs felt like that were on fire. “This what you fucking wanted? God damn, such a tight cunt.” 

“Yes! Just like that.” Your thighs shook as you reached for something to steady yourself on, it felt like you were floating. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Eddie pulled your body up by your hair, your head leaned back against his shoulder. “You gonna make a mess on my cock? Gonna make me cum deep inside your cunt?” 

All you could do was nod your head, you could barely form a thought. Eddie’s cock was the only thing you could focus on. 

“Focus on me.” Eddie pulled your hair harder, trying to bring you back to reality. 

“Please cum inside me.” You reached up to his hand that was still around your throat and held onto it. “N-need it to drip out of me, make a mess on my sheets.” 

“Dirty slut.” Eddie’s hand left your hair and trailed down the front of your body, stopping right when he reached your clit. 

He applied the perfect amount of pressure, rubbing such fast circles that it made your vision go white. 

“Oh- Eddie!” Your body slumped forward, your  whole body shaking. You could feel yourself cum around Eddie’s cock, the squelching sound barely audible over the way you screamed his name. “So fucking good, fuck!”

“Yeah?” The clenching of your cunt had Eddie throwing his head back. He couldn’t hold it any longer and with your cum dripping down his cock, how could he? 

Eddie had never cum so hard before, his whole body going stiff as his came into your cunt. He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. He only groaned and held your body still. 

Eddie slowly pulled out and watched as your and his mixed cum dripped out of you, flowing down your thigh, right to the sheets. “You got what you wanted, pretty girl.” 

Your body was limp, laying flat on the bed. “T-thank you.” 

Behind you, Eddie smirked and got dressed. “You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart.” He wanted to get out of there before you asked for something else. 

He walked over to the side of the bed and kissed your forehead. “I’ll be back.” 

You reached a tired hand for him, but before you could reach him, he was already out the window. Your body still ached for him, still needs him close, but you knew you could never have that.

you win, i lose

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

“i told you the rules, no.”

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

oh god.

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

“weirdo.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

so hear me out. semi popular, but shy, reader and eddie munson. now when i say semi popular i mean like good social status but not cheerleader level or nothing. so one day you approach the hellfire club sans eddie. hand them a note and tell them to pass it onto the dungeon master. it’s a meeting request for either your car, the courtyard, or the woods at the end of the day. so he comes and he’s got his little lunchbox with the drugs and he’s ready to make you a deal and you shyly tell him like “no i just… will you take my virginity?” and he’s shocked as fuck but goddamn if he’d say no to those bright wide “fuck me” eyes you’re giving him. he’s quick to give in. and then that weekend he’s got you pressed against his mattress practically feeding your cunt his cock. stretching you so wide and ravishing in the pretty sounds you let out and the pretty tears falling from your eyes as he stares at where your bodies connect, where your sweet little virgin cunt is crying for him. and every sound you let out he murmurs “i know pretty girl. feels so good huh? yeah baby let it out i gotcha. there it is. there’s my good girl” he absolutely makes you cum more than once. he’ll pull three orgasms out of you before he even thinks about cumming. then when you’re spent, he lets you cuddle up to him, fall asleep on his chest tracing his tattoos. and he prays to god this isn’t the last time he’ll be buried balls deep in that cunt. cus he still has so much he wants to do to you. and so many ways he wants to corrupt you. k bye bye noa love you so much!! 🫶🏽

- secret (apparently extremely horny) moot 🤭🤭

TJIS GAVE ME SO MANY BUTTERFLIES HOLY FUCK THIS IS GOOD thank you secret apparently extremely horny moot i love u

Please can you write something sweet with Eddie making reader a pink sleeved Hellfire shirt😮‍💨🥹

cute, cute, cute. thank you for the request!

again, clearing some requests out so my apologies for taking so freaking long! all my love 🖤

((a thousand points to your Hogwarts House if you know where the title is from))

Happy Little Accident

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.

🔞 none of the following content is appropriate for minors 🔞 ❌ all taglists are discontinued 🚫 i do not give permission for any of my work to be posted, copied, translated, or uploaded to any other platforms 🚫

"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.

eddie freezes his rings before sex

thoughts?

WOWOWOW THATS SO HOT???!!? the way you would wince when the cold metal touches your core, making him chuckle as he pushes his fingers deep inside you, the cold only adding to the pleasure you’re experiencing while his thumb rubs your sensitive clit… and he won’t even tell you beforehand because he loves seeing you flinch like that

post-modern, so satanic —> eddie munson x f!reader

summary: you and eddie have been dating for a while, and he notices your interest in his handcuffs. it turns out you really, really like it when he’s mean & scary.

word count: 9.1k

warnings: SMUT (18+, MINORS DNI), no use of y/n, dom/sub dynamics, dom!eddie, mean dom!eddie, sadist eddie, sub!reader, afab reader, dirty talk, degradation (eddie calls r a slut, whore, and toy), oral (m and f receiving) p in v sex, safe sex, face-fucking, handcuffs, traffic light system (r calls yellow at one point), biting, fingering, spanking, choking (ish), discussion of knife kink, orgasm delay/denial, overstimulation, possessiveness as a kink, dacryphilia, eddie’s a mean dom but he and r are still so in love

author’s note:  first, this is in the same universe as “no take-backsies,” though you definitely don’t have to read that for this to make sense. also, just because the reader is afab here doesn’t mean that’s the case in no take-backsies. second, the handcuffs in eddie’s room DEFINITELY would not be good to use in bed, but hey! it’s fiction and i can do what i want. third, eddie saying “babydoll” is something that can be SO personal.

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“What’re you looking at, babydoll?” Eddie asks, voice oozing trouble.

You jerk your gaze back to him, face going hot at being caught. It’s a lazy afternoon; you’ve been sprawled out on Eddie’s sheets for almost an hour as he idly runs through riffs on his guitar. You had been reading, but in the past few minutes your eyes have kept drifting to the handcuffs hanging on his wall. They aren’t new—you’ve been cracking jokes about them since before the two of you got together, hoping that if you teased him about them, you could disguise just how much they interested you. Because they do interest you. Hence why you can’t stop glancing at them.

Eddie waves to get your attention, and you feel your face go hotter, if that’s even possible. “Hellooo,” he sing-songs. “You wanna answer me?”

“I’m not looking at anything,” you lie blatantly, partly out of embarrassment and partly just to see what he’ll do.

“You sure?” He sets his guitar aside, rings clicking against the neck. “Because it sure looked like you couldn’t keep your eyes off my cuffs.”

“That’s not—” You choke on your own words, spluttering as he shakes his hair to peer at you from beneath his bangs, dark eyes glinting. “I wasn’t,” you insist, your voice pitching high with your deception, but when he reaches for you with large hands, you’re happy to be tugged forward by his fingers gripping your thighs. You jolt at the sensation of his rings against your flesh and he soothes you with kneading fingertips and a murmured (and very amused) sorry.

“No?” He asks, tapping at your thigh until you get the message and climb into his lap, palms skimming up to your hips.

“I wasn’t,” you repeat. You have to bite down on your lip to suppress your smile at your own awful lie, knowing that he knows you’re full of bullshit.

“She wasn’t,” Eddie says to no-one in particular, then focuses back on you. “Well, uh—can I be honest here, sweetheart? I’ve always imagined what you’d look like in them.”

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pretty little thing — s.h.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: smut, mask kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (m. receiving), choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, degradation, creampie, dubcon, overstimulation, rough sex, cursing, face slapping, fingering, eddie walking in lol

wordcount: 3.1k

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

a/n: i know the movies/characters that are mentioned didn’t exist back then but let’s just pretend they did

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“Nurse? Nuuurse? We have to go, patients are waiting for you! Don’t let them die!” Steve shouted from his bedroom, making you giggle as you hurriedly fixed your hair for the Halloween party Steve invited you to. You weren’t interested in going at first, but Steve ultimately persuaded you to go by exclaiming, “it’s the best party of the year!”. You were certain it was nothing but a shitty excuse for him to see you in a sexy Halloween costume, though. You didn’t want to put too much effort into it, so you chose a simple but sexy bloody nurse outfit.

“Well, you’re the reason they’re dying, dickhead!” you screamed back at Steve, who was dressed up as Ghostface in an all-black outfit with, of course, the mask. You had seen the movie ‘scream’ before, so you knew all too well how ridiculous the mask looked and warned him to prepare himself for you to make fun of him all night long when he’s all dressed up. You weren’t particularly a fan of his costume choice but you’d let it slide because of how enthusiastic he seemed to be about it.

You walked out of the bathroom and made your way to Steve, who was lying restless on his bed with his eyes glued to the ceiling, whistling some song that was stuck in his head.

“Where’s that stupid mask of yours?” you questioned, noticing that it’s the only part missing from his costume.

“In this bag, can’t drive with the mask on now, can-“ he abruptly stopped talking mid-sentence when he turned his head around and laid his eyes on you, seeing you in the sexy nurse outfit that barely covered your body.

“Wow, you- you look amazing” Steve stammered with wide eyes, almost drooling at the sight of you as you chuckled softly.

“I thought you were in a rush” you asked with a raised eyebrow as you stood in front of him with your arms crossed, looking down at him with a smirk on your face. His stunned expression changed into a mischievous one, scanning you up and down.

“You know what, the party can wait a little longe-“ “Shut up, we’re going. Now!”

The drive to the party was quiet, but you could practically feel the sexual tension coursing through the car. Steve´s hand gripped your thigh, your legs exposed due to the shortness of your skirt, while his eyes occasionally peeked to the side, attempting to catch a glimpse of your body.

“Eyes on the road!” you shouted for the fifth time in a row, rolling your eyes at him and feigning a frown.

A few minutes later and the two of you arrived in a nice neighbourhood with very large houses. You didn’t know the person who was hosting all too well— you only knew he used to be good friends which Steve a few years back, which was enough for you to know what kind of person he might be; popular and arrogant.

You both got out of the car before Steve took hold of your hand and led the way to the front door while holding the bag with the mask in his other. He looked you up and down with a smirk once again as you replied with an annoyed “Steve!” before he shrugged and pushed the front door open, walking inside the already crowded house. Loud music was played and most people were already intoxicated— either screaming, singing or talking over one another. It went exactly how you expected it to go, though. Steve was greeted by his old friends who were all over him, practically stealing him from you while you were standing awkwardly next to them, unsure of what to do or who to talk to. Thankfully he caught up on it quickly and grasped your hand again.

“You want to get something to drink?” you nodded before heading to the kitchen together.

“I just hope you’ll like it he-“ “Harrington!” you heard someone say from behind you, cutting Steve off. You turned your head in confusion before recognizing the familiar mullet, moustache and smug smile that never seemed to leave his goddamn face. Billy Hargrove. He was certainly very handsome, but god, could he be annoying.

His eyes shifted from Steve to you, checking you out from head to toe while licking his lips, “Holy shit. Did you bring this pretty little thing with you, Harrington?” he taunted, his eyes not leaving your body for one second. You cast a worrying glance Steve's way, knowing they don’t get along, at all.

“Leave her alone” Steve snarled, standing slightly in front of you, the protective side of him showing. “Oh, I’m sorry. Jealous I didn’t compliment you, pretty boy?” Billy laughed condescendingly as anger was written all over Steve’s face. You quickly poured two drinks and dragged Steve out of the kitchen, before the situation could escalate at any moment. You led him to the couch and sat next to him, attempting to distract his attention from the anger that was raging through his body while keeping your hand firmly in his.

“Here. Your mask” you handed him the bag that he placed on the ground earlier, reminding him that his costume was still incomplete. He grabbed the mask out of the bag and placed it over his head before wrapping his arm around you and taking a sip of his drink. You took a good look at Steve, taking his costume all in while eyeing him from his head to his toes. You were ready to laugh at him, to come up with all kinds of dumb jokes, but… you couldn’t. He actually looked good. Not only that, but it was almost like— like you were, turned on.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked when he realized you were staring, snapping you back to reality. Oh no. You could not let him know you were turned on by his stupid costume, not after all the jokes you made about it. It would be humiliating for you to admit.

“W-what? Nothing!” you stammered, taking a sip of your drink to distract yourself. He brushed it aside and talked to an old friend that came to sit next to him. You tried to look the other way but you felt unable to stop looking at him. Steve, in that costume, did things to you. To your body. You felt so aroused and so needy, it was indescribable. You were rubbing your thighs together to create some friction. But it wasn’t enough. You were getting wetter by the second and- “Oh okay” Steve said smugly, pulling you out of your trance, “I see what’s happening”

“What are you talking about?” You replied with a puzzled expression on your face, trying to hide the fact that you were getting more aroused with each passing second. You could feel Steve's hot breath on your skin through the mask as his head drew nearer to you, “You’re turned on by my costume”. Your eyes widened, nearly causing you to choke on the drink you had just taken a sip of. He chuckled, knowing all too well that he was right.

“Meet me upstairs in five minutes” he whispered into your ear before you could even begin to defend yourself, his voice slightly muffled by the mask as you felt the anticipation raging through your entire body. He rose to his feet and slowly walked to the hallway before disappearing around the corner.

“Is everything okay?” Steve’s old friend asked you with a worried look on his face, jolting you out of your trance. Shit. He must’ve seen how tense you’ve been looking, probably thinking that you had been drinking too much. You took a deep breath to pull yourself together, trying not to think much about how sexy Steve looked in his Ghostface costume, how bad you wanted him to fuck you like you were his little slut, pounding into you so mercilessly— well, fuck.

“Yeah, totally! I’m sorry, I have to go to the bathroom” you excused yourself quickly before you could embarrass yourself even further. While following Steve´s footsteps, you quickly became aware of how soaked you already were. It was embarrassing really, how a silly Halloween costume could rile you up so fucking much.

You realized you may have had more alcohol than you thought when you stumbled a little on the stairs while passing a few couples who were kissing in the hallway. There were a few closed doors upstairs, but since you didn't know which room Steve was in, you thought there was nothing else you could do except check every door until you found the right one.

After seeing a bride covered in blood giving the joker a blowjob, a police officer making out with an inmate and a bunny undressing herself in front of Jack fucking Sparrow, you presumably found the right room, finally. You slowly opened it, not seeing Steve anywhere in the dim-lit room. You stepped inside and closed the door behind you before feeling a gloved hand creep around your neck, making you flinch at the sudden touch, “Hi beautiful, looking for me?”

“Fuck, you scared me!”

“Good” Steve spun you around and slammed you against the wall, caging you inside his arms while he looked down at you through his mask.

“Hmm, he’s right. You are a pretty little thing” his hand slowly moved to your breast, kneading it roughly as he whispered into your ear, “my pretty little thing”

His other hand moved to your core, under your skirt and feeling the wetness through your underwear, “So wet already? What a fucking slut”

You were a little taken aback by his unusual demeanour, but it simultaneously turned you on so much. You weren’t complaining about your sex life, not at all. But you weren’t used to this side of Steve. He was usually so sweet and soft— it was all pretty vanilla. He had never called you a slut before, but fuck, you would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on.

“Y-yes” you timidly admitted, feeling your cheeks burn at his words. He swiftly placed his hands under your butt and lifted you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around him. He walked over to the bed and threw you on it, causing you to bounce slightly on the mattress while watching him take his black robe off. You expected him to wear a shirt underneath, but his exposed, hairy upper body caught your attention right away, making you even more drenched than you already were.

He moved to the edge of the bed and stood in front of it before unbuckling his belt while gesturing for you to come closer. You sat on your knees in front of his crotch and watched how he slid his pants down to his ankles, his hard erection showing through his boxers. His head came closer to yours as he lifted your head with his finger. He tilted his masked head slightly as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“So fucking beautiful” he ran his thumb over your lips, feeling the smooth fabric of his gloves, “and such pretty lips. Show me what you can do with them”

You palmed him through his boxers, the precum wetting his underwear as you heard a hiss coming from under his mask. You pulled his boxers down as his cock sprung free, nearly hitting you in the face. You tended to forget how big he is, the veins prominently visible when he’s fully erect. He removed his gloves, leaving him in nothing but the mask and lightly slapped your face before gripping your jaw, causing you to pout a little.

“Show me how much of a slut you really are and look at me while you do it” Steve instructed before letting go of your jaw. Your hand wrapped around his dick, pumping up and down while using his precum.

“Spit” Steve commanded, making you spit all over his erection and pumping it faster before wrapping your lips around it. He groaned at the feeling of your warm mouth around him, his hand moving to grab your head. He pushed you further onto his dick, throwing his head back at the sensation.

“Just like-“ before Steve could finish his sentence, you heard the door open as the music from downstairs started to become louder. You quickly took your mouth off Steve and turned your head to see who opened the door. Oh no. Eddie fucking Munson was standing in the doorway with drugs in his hand, watching you in a nurse costume giving a blowjob to Steve who was wearing a Ghostface mask. Great. You felt your cheeks heat up as Eddie’s wide eyes were glued to the scene happening in front of him.

Everyone froze for a moment, unsure of what to do before Eddie broke the silence with a laugh, “Didn’t know you were that kinky, Y/n”

“Jesus, get out!” Steve screamed quickly while motioning for him to leave. Eddie left the room with a smile on his face and closed the door behind him.

“I’m going to fucking kill that boy” Steve snarled annoyingly with a sigh, rolling his eyes under the mask.

“Well, you’re certainly dressed for it” you replied before hearing a muffled chuckle from Steve.

You were about to wrap your mouth around him again but he abruptly yanked you by your hair and forced you to turn your head to the side as his head drew nearer to your ear, “I bet you liked it when Eddie saw you like that. Want me to fuck you like the filthy whore you are?” he asked, his warm breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine. You nodded but his grip on your hair only tightened, causing tears to well up in your eyes.

“Aww, poor baby. Can’t even speak and now she’s crying” he said with a mocking voice, wiping your tears. His hands moved to your breasts, feeling them before abruptly ripping your shirt open, the buttons flying everywhere as you flinched. He then took your bra off before moving to your skirt and panties, removing them both at the same time, leaving you completely naked. You were dripping by now, so turned on by Steve’s dominant behaviour that was unfamiliar to you, and wanting even more.

“Lie down” he instructed as you came to lie down on your back, looking at him with big eyes. He came to lie next to you, breathing into your ear while his hand moved from your breast to your core, right where you needed him. You bucked your hips slightly out of desperation, making him chuckle as he traced over your inner thighs.

“P-please” you pleaded. “Please what?” “Please touch me. Need your fingers inside of me” you begged desperately while clenching around nothing. He moved his fingers to your clit and rubbed slow circles on it as your eyes fluttered shut. He then moved to your entrance, before pushing 3 fingers in at once, causing you to grip the sheets at the sudden feeling. He didn’t waste any time and began pumping his fingers in and out of you almost immediately. You felt your orgasm nearing when he curled his fingers up, hitting that spot inside of you that was enough to send you over the edge. You came with a loud moan, gripping his arm to signal for him to slow his movements down, but he didn’t. He continued to pump his fingers inside of you at a steady speed, the overstimulation almost becoming too much.

“Steve, I- I can’t handle it anymore”

“Yes, you can. And you will” he grunted before you felt another orgasm wash over you, making you throw your head back into the pillow and clutch the sheets with all your might. “Good girl”

He swiftly turned you around so that you were on your hands and knees before his hand reeled back to strike against your behind, hitting your ass as you moaned out loudly.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked while teasing your folds with his cock.

“Y-yes” you admitted with a soft voice, so desperate to feel him deep inside of you.

“Then beg for it” he held onto your hair and drew your head in close.

“Please, fuck me! I will be good, I promise!” you begged, unable to wait any longer.

“See? It doesn’t have to be difficult” he pushed into you in one quick thrust, causing you to fall forward as he pushed your head into the mattress. God, it felt so good. It always did. The way his dick stretched you out, completely disappearing into your tight little hole. He slammed into you while maintaining a steady pace and gripping your hips. He noticed your moans were muffled by the pillow so he gripped your hair again to bring your head closer to his, forcing you to look into his brown eyes, the only distinguishable feature of his face with the mask on.

“Don’t hold back. I want everyone to hear how good I’m making you feel right now” he instructed as you moaned in response, your head resting on his shoulder. His hand moved to your core, rubbing fast circles on your sensitive clit. You could feel yourself nearing your release and it almost became too much for you. His cock deep within you hitting all the right spots, his finger skilfully massaging your clit, the muffled sounds of the music playing downstairs, the Ghostface mask— you couldn’t recall ever being more turned on than you are right now. He moved his free hand to your throat, choking you as it added even more to the already intense pleasure you were experiencing.

“Cum” Steve instructed, his finger speeding up as you felt your third orgasm of the night approaching, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head and see stars. You moaned his name out while gripping his arm, trying to catch your breath. “Good. Fucking. Girl”

You collapsed in front of him before he increased his pace again, chasing his own orgasm as you gasped in overstimulation. He came not too long after you, feeling the familiar pool of warmth inside you, his cum painting your walls as he threw his head back and groaned your name.

He rode out his high, pulled out and lay down next to you before he took off the mask and grabbed your face, kissing you all over it.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked sweetly, as you nodded. His entire demeanour shifted into the Steve you knew the moment he took his mask off.

“Promise me one thing” you said, turning your head to face him.

“What is it?” he asked with a puzzled expression on his face.

“Don’t ever get rid of that mask”

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hey lovely could you do an jace nsfw alphabet? i dont think ive seen one for him. i love your writing your the best! ❤️

of course!!! i remember seeing one a while ago, i'm not sure where it's gone!! but of course i had to do it anyway cos i love these!! :)

Jace (Wayland? Herondale? Morgenstern? Lightwood??) NSFW Alphabet!

warnings: NSFW!! it's in the name!!

notes: sorry for not posting much lately, i've been too busy learning how to edit because I'VE MADE A JAMIE TIKTOK!!! i haven't posted anything yet but if you want to follow me this is my account :) anyways...

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He usually doesn’t care for it, but you’re the exception. He would make sure he takes care of you in every way he can, especially if he has been rough with you. He’d clean you up before he brings you a glass of water and the two of you would either just cuddle on his bed or he would run a bath for you. In the beginning of your relationship, he wasn’t sure what aftercare was really about, or how it worked, but he knew he wanted to make sure you were okay after sex, and he knew he didn’t want you to leave as soon as you had both finished. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part of his own is definitely his hands. I mean come on, they’re beautiful. Although they’d carry many scars from fights and other marks, he loved the way they looked on your body, especially as his hands are rather big. Of course he’d love to see his hands caressing your hips, pulling you closer to him, and around your neck, but he also just loved the way it looked when you would hold hands, and when he could compare your hand sizes and he would make fun of how small yours looked in comparison to his. 

His favourite body part of yours… he would say your face and argue about how that it is technically a part of your body. He loves placing kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, your nose and especially your lips. He loves the colour of your eyes and how they seem to darken when he knows you’re needy. But if he had to choose an actual body part he would say your neck as he loves to leave bruises there with his mouth and he very much enjoys the sounds you make when he finds that one particular spot. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to cum inside you, you could go as far as saying he perhaps has a breeding kink? But he’s never really thought that far ahead. He just loves the thought of you being full up with him in as many ways as possible, knowing that even when he’s not fucking you, part of him is still inside you. This also applies to when you give him blowjobs, most of the time he makes sure you’ve swallowed every last drop, unless he’s feeling a bit more adventurous, which then he’d cum on your face. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I don’t know if it’s really a dirty secret but he liked you for a while before the two of you began dating, and he once accidentally walked into you in the shower. It took everything in him to hold back and walk away, he wanted to wait for you to get out, tell you how he felt and fuck you so hard youd forget your name. But he held back another week, but he didn’t leave your room without a pair of your underwear. After that night, he spent the rest of the week hooking up with random girls and imagining they were you as he fucked them, but no matter how hard he tried, he knew they just weren’t you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

OH HE IS EXPERIENCED AND YOU KNOW IT!!! He knows exactly what to do in the bedroom, and he knows exactly what you like and what brings you to the edge quicker than you could say his name. Whenever you want to try something new in the bedroom, it’s likely that he’s already familiar with it. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He doesn’t like to admit it as it makes him seem “too vanilla” but he loves missionary with you. He loves watching your face as he fucks you and your eyes roll back. He loves being able to run his hands over your body and lift your hips up to his. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It can go both ways, for example if he’s had a bad day he’d rather be more serious in the moment, but if you two had just come home from a party and you were both drunk, there would be a lot more giggling involved. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He likes to keep it clean and tidy down there, shaving every couple of weeks as he prefers how it looks. Although, if he weren't to shave the hair he grows is quite light and so isn’t very noticeable when it begins to grow out. 

And when it comes to you, he believes it’s your body and your choice. Hair is natural, and nothing to be ashamed of! 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh Jace is such a romantic when it comes to you. He’ll hold you close as he fucks you and whisper things in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are and how he’s never loved someone as much as he loves you. But this can also change when you want him to be rough, he can be very dominant, shoving your face into the pillows, calling you degrading names that makes you even wetter than he imagined possible. But deep down, he’s a romantic. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’d masturbate almost every night before you and him got together. Now, he doesn’t really have a need to. But sometimes when you’re away or when he’s in the shower and thinking about you, he’ll get off to the thought of you. Sometimes when he’s finished he’d feel guilty for doing this, but in the moment he’s too horny to even think straight. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Should I make a list? I’ll make a list. 

Edging

Orgasm control

Hair pulling

Choking and breath play

Handcuffs 

Spanking 

Breeding 

Daddy kink 

Cockwarming 

Thigh riding 

Spitting

Degrading

I could go on and on about this but I’ll stop here. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bedroom, your bedroom and the bathroom. He likes to know you’re comfortable and there’s not a risk of being caught. He doesn’t like the thought of anyone seeing you the way he sees you, he doesn't want anyone hearing the noises you make as they’re all for him! He even made you rush back to his room from the greenhouse when you made him hard from sitting on his lap. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The way you look at him when you’re needy. He would have to hold back from taking you over the kitchen table if you were to give him that look during breakfast. But also when you would surprise him with new lingerie. When you walk from your room to his in your robe with nothing but a lingerie set on underneath… prepare to not be able to walk in the morning. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

The thought of having a threesome isn’t something he likes. As I’ve mentioned, whilst dating Jace you are his and only his. He doesn’t like the thought of another man touching your body, and equally you don’t like the thought of Jace fucking anyone else. So that’s something that’s off the table, at least for the moment. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

HE LOVES TO GIVE ORAL. Jace is the king of giving head. He knows exactly what to do and just how you like it. He could spend the rest of his life between your thighs, quite happily. Even if neither of you have the time or the energy for sex, he will still go down on you like a starving man. He loves to give <3

He also loves receiving, as any guy would. He loves when you drop to your knees in front of him and take him down your throat. However, he will always prefer to give. What a gentleman. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It all depends on the mood and the moment. If you had a heated argument and you ended up pushed against the wall with his tongue down your throat then you’d expect it to be rough and fast. But if you’d just come home from a date then he’d carry you to the bed, take his time with you and show you how much you really mean to him. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If either of you need to do it, then you need to do it! However, it doesn’t happen very often as he’d rather take his time. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If you’re comfortable with it! He doesn’t want to put you in a situation where you don’t feel safe or comfortable

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh he could last all night and all day if you asked him to. He’s trained all his life so he has stamina, and he definitely shows it off in the bedroom. You’d be a drooling wreck beneath him before he’s even begun to sweat. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any, but he surprised you with a vibrator for your birthday one year and he loves to use it on you, or to watch you use it on yourself. He would happily experiment with more if you were to ask him. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease. He’d place his hand on your thigh at the most inconvenient times and begin to move it upwards. You’d swat him away but it would only encourage him to tease you more. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not very loud, but he’ll definitely moan your name and let out low groans as his hips roll against yours. He tries to keep quiet so the others don't hear him but if you're both home alone then... ;)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jace lost his virginity in the greenhouse with a girl he only dated for a few days. He had been very cocky and told her he’d fucked loads of girls before and then when it finally came to the act he wasn’t too sure what to do and when she left he was feeling quite embarrassed, but thankfully she ended up moving away so he never had to see her again. He didn’t have sex for 6 months after that, and he even read a few books on how to improve in the bedroom, as he never wanted to feel that same shame again (and he never did!)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s definitely hiding at least 7 inches down there, his cock would be the biggest you’ve taken and it’s very satisfying ;)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s horny all the damn time. You could literally just breathe and he’d be turned on. He’s always had access to sex whenever he wanted it, being as stunningly attractive as he is, and girls would throw themselves at him so he’s never really had to suppress the feelings before and control himself until he met you. You can even tell when he has to hold himself back from crashing his lips into yours and taking you on the bathroom sink. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He could fall asleep quite quickly after he finishes, but he makes sure you’re looked after first. When he’s certain that you’re happy and comfortable, he can fall asleep with you in his arms <3

they share 1 (one) resume and 1 (one) brain cell

steve and robin are trying to find a new job after they got fired from family video because they didn't show up for work (blame vecna)

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