Hey would u be up for writing an Anthony Bridgerton fic where Daphne's bff is distracting Anthony so that daphne could enjoy the balls without him interrupting,and they kinda fall in love?????
Sorry that was a hugeeee request. I've never done that befoređ đ
Distractions
Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader
Word count: 3.3k
A/N: This is a fic that I have been referring to as âAnthony without his trauma, but heâs still a dumb assâ and âAnthony doesnât oppose marrying for love, but heâs still wildly emotionally constipatedâ so please enjoy! This ended up way longer than I intended and it still doesnât feel fleshed out *shrug emoji*
Vauxhall Gardens
âPlease,â Daphne begs. âI need your help.âÂ
âItâs Anthony. I need someone to keep his attention away from me,â Daphne continues. âOtherwise Iâll never dance at one of these balls with someone who isnât related to me.â
You canât help but sigh.Â
Daphneâs brother loves her, and is understandably overprotective of her. As the âDiamond of the Seasonâ, sheâs the debutante that every eligible gentleman (and a few non-eligible men) have set their sights on. Someone needs to protect her. But Anthony Bridgerton would not be your first choice for that task either. He may love his sister very much, but heâs also an arrogant man and a rake. He thinks the worst of all men because he is the worst type of man. And if they were you would understand his behavior. He seems to have assumed that each and every male member of the Ton is exactly like him. The type of man that you try to avoid at these types of things.
âFine. But youâll owe me for this,â You grumble as you nod. Acquiescing to your friend's pleas.
Daphneâs your best friend. Youâd been close since you were children, you were only about a year older than her, with motherâs who were close friends. Sheâd been your playmate and then your confidante as you both grew older. With your debut having taken place a few years ago, youâd been eagerly awaiting Daphâs debut, and the chance to partake in these events with a friend by your side.
But her older brother had put a damper on the entire season with his insane micromanagement of Daphneâs social calendar.Â
Turning away fortune hunters, you understood, but not letting her dance with a single gentleman at Lady Danburyâs ball? And then scaring off every suitor who came to call on her? It had taken Lady Bridgerton stepping in to convince Anthony that she could call on you in the afternoons without being accosted by men on the walk to your familyâs home.Â
The man was on a power-trip, and was certain to destroy Daphneâs impressive chances at a great match this season if he kept it up.
âBring me over, and then Iâll talk to him while you slip away,â You tell her as you spy the viscountâs gaze already searching the crowds for his sister.
She grins as she pulls you in and hugs you tightly, a silent thank you before she grabs your gloved hand in hers and pulls you in the direction of her brother.
âAnthony, you remember (Y/N),â Daphne says as she stops in front of her brother, prompting you to bow your head and give Anthony a small smile.
âMiss (Y/L/N),â Anthony Bridgerton greets you politely with a small bow.
âHow have you been, Lord Bridgerton? I donât believe weâve spoken in several years, since before you graduated from Oxford,â You say politely.
âIâm well, It has certainly been a while, last time we spoke you had not come out yet,â He replies.
âYes,â You reply with a quizzical look.
You sigh when you realize that youâll have to keep up this conversation and come up with something to ask him if youâre to distract him.
âHave you read anything interesting recently?â You finally ask. Settling on a topic that is both non-threatening and that youâll find at least half engaging.
âIâm afraid I havenât read anything that isnât a report from our estates in the past few years,â Anthony admits.
You have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. âI suppose I should have known, a man of import such as yourself has far better things to busy himself with,â You tell him, unable to stop the corners of your lips from turning upward. âLike staring down every man who so much as looks at his sister.â
âI- thatâs-â Anthony protested before huffing when he realized that the conversation would not be productive. âWhat have you read recently?â He asks instead.
âPride and Prejudice and The Heroine were both quite good,â You tell him. Normally you would have continued to push but with the topic of books, you canât help but give Anthony your honest answers. âIâve read the recent Byron and Shelley, though I find them insufferable,â You add, your nose wrinkling with distaste.
âI also revisited Shakespeare, I heard the Theater Royal is putting on Romeo and Juliet in May, and Iâd quite like to see it.â
âYouâve turned into quite the scholar in recent years, havenât you?â Anthony asks, a bemused smile across his face.
âIâve always been invested in my education, Lord Bridgerton,â You reply. âYouâre just finally intelligent enough to notice.â
Anthony merely stares at you while you smirk, taking great joy in teasing him.Â
âWhere did Daphne disappear to?â He asks once heâs recovered from your thinly veiled barb.
âProbably just to the powder room,â You reply banally, the lie easily forming. âI think she was going to try and find your mother afterward.âÂ
When Anthonyâs gaze zeroed on a subject over your shoulder and he seemed to have completely tuned you out you knew that he had spotted Daphne. You turned your own head, searching for Daphne in the crowd only to see her making her way to the dance floor on the arm of the Duke of Hastings.Â
âOh!â You gasp.
That little minx.Â
Now you knew why sheâd been so adamant to get her brother off her tail. She was interested in his best friend.Â
âDid you know about this?â Anthony asks harshly, though his gaze never tears away from the couple making their way to the dance floor.
âOf course not!â You protested. âI-I had no idea!â
âI thought they didnât like each other,â You offer lamely.
The Trowbridge Ball
âDo you know where Daphne is?â Anthony asks as he appears suddenly at your side.
âWould you care to dance?â You reply.
You know itâs a faux pas. But you donât really care. Besides, no one can hear you, and you need to distract him with something that will keep him occupied for several minutes.
He looks at you for a moment. Like heâs trying to discern what exactly youâre up to. But in the end, he nods.
âOf course,â He replies as he offers you his arm.
You place your hand in the crook of his elbow and allow him to shepherd you to the dance floor.
âDo you know where she is?â Anthony tries to ask again once the dance begins.
âIâm not your sisterâs keeper,â You reply. âAnd nor, it seems,â You add as Anthony spins you around. âAre you.â
Anthony doesnât reply and you can tell by his face that heâs still struggling to let Daphne take care of herself. Especially with the Dukeâs interest in her.
âIâm sure she is fine,â You finally tell him once youâre facing him again. âYour sister is far more discerning than you give her credit for.â
âI never said she wasnât-â Anthony begins to protest. âYou are baiting me again,â He says as he looks down at the knowing look on your face.
âYouâre learning,â You reply with a grin. âI know that you are only caring for her, that youâre overprotective because you love her, but she must marry this season, and you do her no favors if every man with any sense is scared of you.â
âYou do not want to let your sister marry a fool, do you, Lord Bridgerton?â You ask him, your tone becoming more serious.
âOf course not,â He replies quickly.
âThen learn to step away,â You tell him.
Hyde Park
You should have expected Anthony to join his family at the park. And with the Dowager Viscountess and Lady Danbury chaperoning Daphne and the Duke, both you and Anthony were left to your own devices. So when he asked you to promenade, seemingly of his own volition you were taken aback.
âHave you ever been out of the country?â You finally ask after a few minutes of the two of you walking silently alongside one another.Â
âNo, I never had the chance,â He tells you. âHave you?â He asks.
âI once went to visit my cousins in Scotland, and the Scottish certainly believe themselves to be another country,â You tell him.
Anthony hums in agreement with your statement.
âHow many children do you want?â He asks.
Your eyes widened.
âMy Lord?â You ask, clearly taken aback by the question. But he merely looks at you. âI suppose however many I am blessed with, though more than three or four would be a challenge to manage,â You tell him.
âWhy havenât you married yet?â He asks.
âWell,â You say, trying to figure out how to answer such an abrupt question.
âThis is your third season,â Anthony says as if you hadnât known. âYou are truly accomplished, and far more eloquent than most of the ladies and the gentlemen in my acquaintance. I would think you would have already made a fine wife.âÂ
âI think I ought to be offended by what youâre saying my lord,â You tell him with a small smile.
âMy apologies, I didnât mean to-â Anthony quickly begins to apologize.
âI ought to be,â You clarified. âBut I am not. I suppose I just havenât given much thought to marriage.â
âMost women are solely focused on the institution,â Anthony points out.
âMost women have no other choice. My family is secure, my parents are in no rush, my brother has a good enough head on his shoulders,â You tell him. âI have a great privilege in that. So I suppose I ought not to waste it by marrying for anything less than happiness.â
âI see.â
âYes,â You tell him. âAny other questions about marriage I can answer for you? Iâd assumed at nine-and-twenty youâd grasp the mechanics of the marriage bed, but I could offer you an explanation-â
Anthonyâs eyes widened as his gaze snapped to you, appalled. It was only when he saw the smirk on your face that he realized you were only poking fun at him.
âI donât think that will be necessary,â He replies.
The Penwood BallÂ
Distracting Anthony Bridgerton had been much easier than youâd expected. And surprisingly less annoying. You often found yourself surprised by the fact that you were looking forward to spending time with him.
Anthony greeted you seemingly the moment you walked through the door.
âLord Bridgerton,â You replied with a smirk as he offered you his arm.
Taking it you could have sworn you saw Daphne laughing in the corner with Simon, and so you quickly pivoted on your feet, pulling Anthony in the opposite direction.Â
âIâve been thinking about what you said last week,â You told him. Once you had put a safe amount of distance between yourselves and Daphne.
âWhy I am not married,â You clarify. âI realized that perhaps the truer answer is that no one has ever asked.â
âThat surely cannot be true,â Anthony replies.
âBut it is,â You tell him. âMost eligible gentlemen see me as a bluestocking, or as merely a platonic acquaintance. No one has ever seen me as more than that.â
âThat is not true,â Anthony replies quickly.
âI think I would know better than you do, Lord Bridgerton,â You tell him with a roll of your eyes. âIn case youâve forgotten, we have not spoken in years until last month.â
âBesides, you only prove my point. You are certainly not looking for a wife,â You say.
âWhat makes you say that?â He asks, turning sharply to look at you.
âEverything about you, starting with the fact that you are wasting your time with me,â You explain. âAnd ending with the fact that you are the definition of a rake.â
âYou canât tell me that you donât only spend time with me to get your mama and the other eligible young ladies off your back,â You tell him plainly.
âThat is most certainly not the only reason,â Anthony replies. And for half of a second, he almost looks offended by your comment. âI canât help myself if I find your charm beguiling,â He adds with a smirk.
âMy charm? Is that what ruthlessly berating you is called now?â You ask with feigned confusion.
âYour jabs are far from ruthless, my lady,â Anthony replies.
âThen I shall need to sharpen my sword,â You tell him, raising your eyebrows.
Anthony begins to open your mouth and you can see the mirthfulness in his eyes.
âDo not make a double entendre out of that,â You say quickly as the very thought enters your mind at seemingly the same second it does Anthonyâs.
âYou are delightful company, my lady,â He says with a chuckle.
âAnd you are a ridiculous man,â You reply, though you canât help but laugh with him.
The Greenwich Ball
It had been a difficult morning. Youâd hardly slept the night before, and your mother, bless her heart, had insisted on you joining her for every single one of her social calls. You probably should have been glad that your mother was not foisting suitors on you left and right, but having to listen to every other mama in town discuss her own daughterâs prospects while you had to sit quietly at your motherâs side was hardly much better.Â
It had been exhausting, and now Anthony seemed dead set on making the evening as difficult as possible. Heâd wanted to dance and now seemed to think that taking a turn about every room of the party was a worthwhile use of your time.
You werenât sure what he was doing, or who he was looking for, but when you saw Daphne and the Duke standing in a corner, with the Duke whispering in her ear in a way that was nearly scandalous you quickly remembered your one responsibility and tugged on Anthonyâs arm, attempting to lead him back in the other direction.
âWhat are you doing?â Anthony asks you as you continue to move around him, pushing him into the next room, towards the refreshments table.Â
You huff, already annoyed. âIâm supposed to be distracting you!â
To be fair, you and Daphne hadnât spoken of her little scheme in a few weeks, but you had just assumed you were supposed to continue on with it, as she hadnât said anything about ending it either.
Your eyes widen when you realize what you just said. Out loud. To him.
âWhat?â Anthony asks, deeply confused.
You consider lying to him, but your exhausted brain canât seem to come up with a single plausible excuse.Â
âDaphne told me to distract you so that she could spend time with suitors without you scaring them all off,â You admit.
âWhat?â
âI was supposed to distract you,â You repeat. âAnd clearly you appreciated the break from your motherâs match-making, otherwise you wouldnât have put up with me for so long.â
âYou thought I was using you?â Anthony asks slowly. His tone is imperceivable.Â
âWerenât you?â You ask slowly. Suddenly far less confident in your assessment of your relationship with the Viscount.
âOf course not!â He replies quickly. âI-â Anthony starts to say before he stops himself.
âBut you were spending time with me because Daphne made you?â He asks instead.
You swallow. This was not how you expected this conversation to go at all.Â
âWell⌠yes, butâŚâ
âBut what?â Anthony presses
âIâm sorry, I didnât think you would be upset,â You tell him.
âYes, clearly you did not,â Anthony replies, his words clipped as he searches your face. âI need to have a conversation with my sister. Good night,â He states abruptly before walking away from you.
âWait, Anthony, please, Iâm sorry!â
Youâd never felt so awful, so guilty before. Or so confused.
âYou have a caller,â Your butler announces as you and your mother sit at the breakfast table the next morning.Â
Youâd hardly slept, but your mother refused to let you sleep in, your shared breakfasts were a tradition that she would not let you get out of easily, and as an early riser, she didnât understand why others struggled to wake as early as she did.
âA caller? At this hour?â Your mother asks. Clearly surprised.
âA Lord Bridgerton, asking for Miss (Y/L/N),â He replied.
Your entire body froze as you tried to imagine why Anthony could possibly be calling on you. And at nine in the morning.Â
âHeâs in the drawing-room,â Your butler adds.
âYes, Iâll go right in, thank you,â You reply as you stand from the table. You merely give your mother a slight shrug of the shoulders as she looks at you curiously.Â
When you entered the drawing-room you found Anthony standing in the middle of the floor, seemingly pacing the room.
âAnthony, what are you doing here?â You asked as you made your way towards him.Â
He stops completely when he hears your voice, turning so that his entire body is facing you.
âI needed to see you,â He tells you.
âWhy?â
âI love you,â He says.
Your heart stops when you hear those three words. Of all of the things youâd imagined Anthony coming to say to you, this was never on the list, not even in your wildest dreams.
âWhat?â You ask, thinking you might have misheard.
âI love you.â
âI donât- What is happening?â You flounder as you laugh in disbelief.
âYou said last night that I wouldn't have put up with you unless I was using you to get away from my mother and her matchmaking,â He explains. âBut youâre wrong. I spent time with you because I liked it, and when I wasnât with you I was thinking about when I would see you next. It was never about my mother, or my sister, or anyone else for me. It was about you, and how I want to spend my life with you.â
âYou do not have to return these feelings, or say anything at all, but I just wanted you to know,â He says. âTo me, youâre my person.â
âOh my,â You finally say after a moment as you look up at Anthonyâs tentatively hopeful expression.Â
âI think Iâm in love with you too,â You tell him, a smile spreading across your face.
âIs your father home?â He asks, taking your hands into his own and squeezing them tightly.
âItâs nine in the morning, of course heâs home,â You tell him.
âI will speak to him at once,â He replies.
âAnthony,â You begin to protest.
âNo,â He says quickly. âWe are going to get married. And I donât want to have to wait any longer.â
âAnthony,â You try again, pulling on his hand so that he focuses back on you and on the present moment. âYou havenât even proposed yet.â
âOh,â He says before dropping down onto one knee.
â(Y/N) will you make me the happiest man alive and agree to marry me?â He asks.
You canât help but laugh at his ridiculous antics before nodding.
âYes, yes, of course,â You tell him.
Anthony grins as he looks up at you before heâs pushing himself back onto his feet and taking your face into his hands.Â
Anthony couldnât help it, he kissed you.
Pairing:Â Neighbour! Loki x Milf! Reader
Word Count: 3.1k
Summary: the crush for your hot neighbour grows at an alarming rate the more you spend time with him. once the kids go to bed and its lights out, you find out he has a crush on you too. a reallll big one.Â
Warnings: SMUT, petnames, teasing, tit play, marking, possessive kink, daddy kink, dumbification kink, praise kink, idiots in love, breeding kink 0_0
Note: loki is that hot mystery boy next door except he is not a boy he is a 6â˛5 grown ass man who wears those white button downs everyday and rolls up the sleeves. I MADE HIM SO SWEET HERE BC CAN U IMAGINE HIM WITH KIDS OR AS A DAD?!!! SO CUTE. also this gif makes me so horny idccc! as always, enjoy babes<3
-claire bear
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eddie munson x fem! reader
summary: when eddie munson doesn't find the need to tell the dungeons and dragons club members about his new girlfriend. so imagine dustin's surprise when he visits eddie's trailer and sees it looking impeccably clean.
wc: 956
âOkay, Eddie! I hear you! So itâs just in your living room? On the table beside the sofa? Okay!â Dustin stops his bike beside the Munson trailer, dropping it down onto the dirt as he rushes to the door. âWait- how the hell am I supposed to get inside?!â
âDid I not give you my keys?â
âNo!â
âDamn!â
âWait! I see someone inside! Iâm just gonna knock on the door till they answer. Talk to you later, over and out!â Amidst Eddieâs protests, Dustin turns off the walkie-talkie and strides over to the door. He secretly hopes to himself that itâs not Eddieâs uncle. But shit, who else is going to be in the Munson residence if it wasnât Eddie or his scary-looking uncle?
He breathes in and out, raising his fist to knock on the door. However, right after his fists land on the door, it falls open as if it wasnât locked in the first place.Â
âRed flag. Red flag.â Dustin knew better than to go into a complete strangerâs house. But, this was Eddieâs trailer. The worst thing that can happen is that he can stumble on some disgusting shit, or God bless him, his uncle holding a knife to his chest ready to pop off and kill him. âGod, please guide me.â
As he walked inside, it seemed empty. There was absolutely no sign of life, but something did scare the living shit out of Dustin.Â
The Munson trailer was clean. Clean as fuck.Â
Dustin only knew Eddie from the beginning of the school year. But, regardless of the short time, Dustin knew that Eddie hardly took care of himself and would rather focus on anything else other than cleanliness. Shit, he remembers that one time he went inside Eddieâs room and it was laundry day. The stains on that mattress were traumatizing.Â
After going through a state of shock, Dustin remembered the reason why he was even in Eddieâs trailer. He began his search for the paper his leader needed, but it was far more difficult to find compared to the simplicity Eddie emphasized. Dustin cursed him under his breath, opening up every drawer on every table by the one sofa in the entire living room.Â
However, Dustin was so focused on his search, that he completely went deaf to the sounds of movement behind him.Â
âHey! Who the fuck are you?!â Dustin almost fell back at the sheer terror he just felt surge through his heart. His breaths began to get erratic. Seeing a really, really pretty woman standing with only a shirt andâŚshorts? Or were they panties? He didnât know. But it was fucking scary. Or hot? He didnât know. âHello?!? You better say who you are before I call the cops!â
âWait! Wait! Eddie sent me here! He sent me to get something for the campaign! My name is Dustin! Dustin Henderson!â Dustin raised his hands up in defence, not seeing the womanâs shoulders deflate in relief. She chuckles, prompting Dustin to lower his hands. âW-Wha-â
âGod, Iâm sorry. Did I forget to lock the door again? Shit. Iâm gonna get myself killed one day. Anyway, the paper he forgot is actually on the kitchen counter. I put it there figuring out he was gonna come back.â She walks past him.Â
âOh jeeze.â Dustin tries not to look at them, only looking forward to where the paper was.Â
âHere you go, sorry about earlier. I just got scared is all. Did he drive you here?â
âNoâŚI biked here.â He blinks twice at you, becoming nervous at your gaze staring him down.Â
âOh my god! Really? Do you want some water? What about a cookie? Oh wait! I baked some cookies earlier, I was really bored. Can you bring some to the DnD club, please? Eds loves themâŚâ As you ramble on about cookies and water, Dustin canât help but gaze at your beautiful features. Your voice was also soothing, and shit, you look like you give the best hugs. âShit, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Y/N, Eddieâs girlfriend. Nice to finally meet you, Dustin!â
âNow I know why Eddie hides you.â
â
âFuck! Look who finally decides to turn up! Henderson, what took you so long?â Eddie walks up to Dustin, eyebrows furrowing in search of the paper he asked him to get. âDid you get the paper-â
âYou son of a bitch!â
âExcuse me?â
âI should be saying âexcuse meâ! I get sent, for a paper, and yâknow what I find? Hm?â Dustin looks around the room past Eddie, trying to show them validation for his anger. âThe most beautiful and shit, best baker, I have ever met in my life!â After his last statement, Dustin shoves the container of cookies at his (now ex) idolâs chest.Â
Eddie, though initially confused at Dustinâs anger, finally understands why when he sees your signature chocolate chip cookies. You always add M&Ms, saying that they âadd a pop of colourâ to them. Not that he minded. He loved it.Â
âI donât get why youâre angry-â
âBitch?! You have to show them off! Sell these cookies for Godâs sakes! Bring her to meetings! Shit! Do I have to teach you how to be a good boyfriend?!?â Dustin drops his bag, groaning at Eddieâs âstupidityâ. âLetâs get on with the game!â
Eddie looks at Dustin, then at the container in his hands.Â
It wasnât like he was hiding you. Eddie smiles to himself, propping open the lid and eating one cookie.Â
Eddie just thinks that youâre his little secret. Only he gets to eat your cookies. Dustin just happened to stumble upon them. Never again though.
âHey, Eddie, can we try some of those cookies-â
âFuck off Gareth.â
remus lupin x reader
In which the marauders and their girls are on summer holiday in South of France and Remus realises he wants you.
Warnings: fluff (maybe smut, weâll see); not proofread!!
Remus had no idea when he agreed to go to the Potterâs summer house in south of France that the summer holidays would go like this. He thought it would be just the four of them boys in a little house. But he did underestimate the Potters wealth a bit.
The taxi stopped in front of the iron gates of a three-story house. The path to the front door was lined by pine trees. Remus could hear some repetitive melody coming from the trees. He attributed that to some kind of grasshopper. The scorching sun, although filtered by the branches, was making the boyâs head ache and sweat. And the noise from what he had gathered to be a cigale was worsening it. Still, he was pleased to discover the house with its walls made of put-together stone, its shutters needing fresh paint, and the small fountain beside the floral arrangement that would go all around the building. James had pushed its faucet to bathe his head in cold water, but Remus was focused on something else now. He had seen someone in the window. Someone he didnât know would be here.
The door opened in a hurry, and all he could think was, when did he miss that information?
âWe were starting to worry, what took you so long?â
âJames had forgotten his pacifier, thatâs what took us so long. You know how he is when he doesnât have it.â Sirius climbed the stairs, his sunglasses in his hair and his bag on the shoulder. âInsufferable!â He muttered loud enough for the four girls to hear.
Remus combed his fingers through his hair and took a long breath before opening his mouth
âWell! Hello-â
âWhat are you doing here? I thought it was just us four!â Peter asked joining Sirius and the others inside.
You stayed in the corner of the door looking at the two boys left.
âHad a nice trip?â
Remus nodded. You looked ethereal in your blue and white sundress, your hair braided together.
âAnd you? You didnât wait too long? Lils is not mad right?â
âDonât start, Prongs.â Remus lifted his luggage. âI like the dressâ
âYouâll get burned if you donât put sunscreen on, Potter.â
âItâs alright, Evans. Heâs a big guy.â
âI have some sunscreen if you'd like.â
James shook his head no, not glancing at them, his arm covering his eyes to cover himself. He had decided he was done with Lily Evans. Too much running around, not enough results, he said. And, too busy becoming a better guy, he was not seeing how Lilyâs attention toward him had changed. Thatâs what everyone understood, though.
Remusâs gaze turned from his three friends to the girl getting in the water. You chuckled a bit listening to Lilyâs attempt at catching James attention.
âNot too cold?â
You immersed yourself fully in the pool and let yourself float around.
âItâs parfait!â
Remus smiled at your French pronunciation. You and Sirius had been going around throwing random French words in conversation since the first day of the holidays.
âIs it? Should I join you?â You shook your head.
âDonât ruin it. It feels good like this.â You hummed plunging your head underneath the surface.
Remus looked at how your body moved expertly under the water. The way your hair floated above your shoulders and how sunshine seemed to rain on your back as you swam. He couldnât tear his eyes away from you. Away from your legs moving so delicately under the water like a dance he did not know of.
He watched you like this the whole time you were enjoying the nice and cool pool in the back garden of the house. He was sitting on a lounging chair in the shadow of a pine tree. He had kept his shirt on despite the warm weather, too embarrassed to show his scarred body. Remusâs face was already reddened by the sun, and some freckles had started to appear on his nose and cheeks. You had found them quite adorable on him. It betrayed his soft personality that you loved so much.
You had been in love with Remus for two years now. Stealing glances at him when you could, but keeping your feelings for yourself. You were worried you might ruin your bond and your friend group dynamic. As if getting serious with Remus would stop you from enjoying time with the others. Particularly if Remus were to reject you. You couldnât even think of how your friendship would go after that without being embarrassed to death. Still, from time to time, when you were brave enough, you would attempt to flirt with Remus. Just to see if you had a chance, or if he really was too good for you. You were wondering at that moment, fully aware of the attention on your body, if you could say something to him. Your face was red just at the thought of it.
âMy eyes are higher, Rem.â You managed to say without stuttering too much. You had swum to him and were now looking up at him through your lashes.
Remus was speechless. You looked so innocent, so beautiful at that moment. He wanted to take a picture of you, just to keep you in his wallet, and maybe, just maybe, sometimes say to strangers, âThatâs my girlfriend, isnât she beautiful?â He dreamed of that, of saying you were his.
Dividers credit to @benkeibear
Tag list : @innerloverpainter
Eddie Munson + Details
"We kind of stitched [Eddie's vest] so it would look like he did it himself ... We added a belt buckle that has a handcuff on it ... We gave him a chain on the leather of his jacket, like maybe the zipper broke, and he tried to close it. So we really focused on little details."
A/N: this man has consumed my every thought- someone please send helpâŚand holy water.
Summary: Eddie is the school freak, but you have a theory that thatâs the only place heâs freaky. He intends on proving you very wrong.
Pairing: Eddie x fem!reader
Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving/ face fucking/swallowing), spitting, choking, unprotected sex, use of pet names, edging/orgasm denial, slight degradation?
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âMy ears, guys! My innocent ears!â Dustin yelled, hands thrown up in disgust.
âAll I said was I didnât think Eddie was very kinky, is all,â you defended yourself.
âGross!â Mike groaned. The rest of the Hellfire Club just tuned you out as they went back to preparing for the campaign. Eddie was known as the freak of Hawkins High but you had a feeling that was the only place he was a freak. You had no way of actually proving your theoryâŚwell there was one wayâŚbut you would never dare to venture there with Eddie.
You were his close friend and nothing more. The crush you had on him years before was snuffed out when you noticed how he would look at other girls, or more recently Chrissy Cunningham, and it was different than the way he looked at you. So you pushed down your feelings until they were nothing.
âWhy donât you just ask Eddie?â Lucas suggested.
âAsk Eddie what?â Eddie himself asked, finally joining the group.
âNothing!â You shouted.
The group chuckled to themselves while Eddie eyed you all suspiciously.
âUh okay, shall we begin then?â He asked. Everyone nodded and he took his seat on the throne. You couldnât deny how good he looked sitting there, in control of the entire group. You couldnât help but think about him having control over you in other situations, maybe even having sit on his throne while you su-
âEarth to (Y/N)!â Dustin yelled, snapping you out of your trance. Everyone was staring at you, waiting for you to roll the dice.
âShit, sorry.â You tried to focus on the campaign but Eddie kept his eyes on you the entire night and kept making sure you were okay, claiming you seemed out of it and even offering to postpone the campaign, must to everyoneâs dismay. You ensured him that you were fine and that he was just too much of a softie. You were determined to finish the night and get home to shake off the annoying tension that had settled within you.
After what seemed like an eternity, the campaign finally ended. You celebrated with your friends and hung around for a bit after. You chatted with Mike and Dustin while Eddie and the other guys talked in the corner. You swore you caught them glancing at you a few times but you tried to tell yourself you were just being paranoid.
You grabbed your bag and bid a farewell to your friends, making a beeline for the door. You had just barely exited the room when you felt someone grab your hand. You knew from the cool rings on your skin who it was.
âEddie, whatâs up?â
âI was wondering if you wanted to swing by my trailer later? I actually picked up a copy of that new horror flick you wanted to see at the video store today so I thought maybe youâd want to come by and watch it with me,â he said almost nervously. You smiled at the sweet man and nodded immediately.
âYeah, Iâd love that. Just let me run home real quick and Iâll meet you at your place, yeah?â
âSounds like a plan,â he said with a huge grin. Having movie nights with Eddie was nothing unusual, having been good friends for a while now. His trailer was like a second home to you so you thought nothing of it when you knocked on the door after going home and changing.
After knocking again and getting no response, you decided to just go in. You knew his uncle wasnât home and his van was there so you figured he just fell asleep.
âEddie? Eds, are you here?â You called out. You walked into his room and saw that the bed was empty, but before you could turn back around an arm snaked around your waist and pulled you flush against their chest. âJesus, Eddie! You scared me shitless!â
âMy apologies, mâlady,â he said quietly. âAlthough you should be the one apologizing. Youâve greatly wounded me, (Y/N).â You tried to break free from his grasp but his arm was firm.
âWhat are you talking about, weirdo?â Your heart was racing as you waited for his answer.
âI heard that you think Iâm vanilla and Iâm very offended,â he said. Your stomach dropped and you swore vengeance on every one of those loud mouth nerds in the club.
âEddie, I was joking,â you tried to laugh and move away, but once again his grip tightened.
âWhat makes you think Iâm not a freak in the sheets, princess?â He asked. Goosebumps covered your skin when you heard the pet name fall from his lips. You were confused about what was happening but you didnât hate it- in fact you liked the way he was displaying his dominance. His free hand snaked up and grabbed your throat, giving it a light squeeze. âI asked you a question.â
âI-I donât know. I just know youâre not actually his hard-ass, freaky weirdo like everyone makes you out to be so I figured youâd be a gentleman in bed as well,â you admitted. You figured this was just some joke he was playing on you but you couldnât stop the effect it was having on you.
âSo youâve thought about me in bed?â He asked, the cockiness evident in his voice.
âNo!â He took the hand from your throat and swatted your ass.
âDonât lie, sweetheart.â
âF-fine, yes,â you said.
âWhat did you think about?â
âEddie-â He turned you around finally and and backed you against the wall.
âTell me no right now and Iâll stop,â he whispered, staring deeply into your eyes. You hesitated and you saw doubt flash across his features. His grip on you loosened and he began to let go but you stopped him.
âI didnât say no,â you said. He looked at you and said nothing so you repeated yourself. âI didnât say to stop, Munson. Unless youâre just all talk and no action, proving my theory to be correct.â
Confidence appeared once more in his wolffish grin.
âOh, baby, youâre gonna wish you never said that,â he chuckled. He hovered inches from your lips and your body yearned for him to kiss you. You heard him grab something metal but you couldnât be bothered to look. Eddie moved you from the wall and threw you onto his mattress. You looked up at the wild haired man, who you noticed was holding handcuffs.
âWell are you just going to stand there or are you gonna do something?â You asked.
âIâm gonna put that sassy mouth to good use, is what Iâm gonna do,â he answered. âHands out in front of you.â
You gladly threw your hands out, allowing him to cuff you. He placed them above your head and instructed you not to move them. He quickly rid himself of his clothes and climbed over you so his cock was sitting inches from your lips.
âOpen, pretty girl.â He tapped the tip against your bottom lip as he said it. You opened only slightly, not enough for him to slide in. He reached down and grabbed your face in his hand. âIâm gonna have to fuck some obedience into you, arenât I?â
You opened your mouth to answer and he took the opportunity to slide his cock down your throat, earning a gag and wide eyes in response.
âHmm thatâs much better,â he chuckled before he started to fuck your mouth. He went slow at first, taking time the appreciate how your lips felt wrapped around his cock. If you only knew how many nights he had dreamt of this exact scenario.
You looked up at him through hooded eyes, pupils blown with lust as you hallowed out your cheeks. It caused his rhythm to falter and he snapped his hips into you a little too rough, your hands flying down to his waist. He was quick to pull out, a string of saliva still connecting your mouth to him. He pushed your hands back over your head and smiled.
âThatâs your only warning, princess. Donât move them again.â You nodded and opened your mouth again. He slid the entirety of his length down your throat, only stopping when his balls were snug to your chin. You did you best to take him as you knew he was testing you. Your eyes burned with tears threatening to escape as you waited for him to move. âGood girl.â
He pulled out and let you suck in a breath before resuming. You could tell he was getting close so you sucked harder, wanting to taste his release. He was moaning and whispering how well you were doing and you wanted to see him come undone. When he felt your lips tighten he pulled out with a pop. A whine escaped your lips and the cocky motherfucker laughed.
âSo greedy,â he mumbled, running a thumb over your swollen lips. He opened your mouth and spit into it, making you even more wet than you ever thought possible. He decided the best way to get your shirt off was to rip it down the middle but you knew better to protest. He slid your shorts off of your body, leaving you in only a bra and panties. âSo gorgeous. Do you know how long Iâve thought about this? Of the things Iâve wanted to do to you?â
âDonât tell me what you want to do, show me,â you said. You brought your hands down without thinking and he grabbed them.
âBad girl,â he smirked.
âBut-â
âNo buts, sweetheart, you disobeyed me.â You rolled your eyes at his comment and you saw his gaze darken. He didnât break eye contact with you while he slid his hand down your body and into your panties. You hissed from the coolness of his rings against your warm skin as he rubbed slow circles on your clit.
âEddie, you havenât even kissed me yet,â you whined. He leaned down like he was going to but stopped, ghosting his lips over yours. You desperately wanted him to kiss you while he slid a finger, then two, into you. You tried to close the remaining distance between you but his free hand was quick to push you back down. His hand remained on your throat as a warning.
âGood things happen to good girls, and youâve been bad. So be a good girl and just focus on my fingers fucking that tight little cunt.â His words sent shockwaves through your body. His fingers did feel amazing stretching you out, pumping into you until his rings teased your clit.
Your climax was already beginning to build and was only spurred on when his thumb rubbed your clit. Your back arched in pleasure but you made sure to keep your hands above your head. Your pussy began to clench his fingers and he knew you were close. Just as you were about to cum, Eddie halted his actions completely.
âWhat the fu-â
âOnly good girls get to cum.â He pulled off your panties completely and groaned at the sight of your dripping pussy. He slowly began to pump his fingers into you again, building up your release once more. âThat was for moving your hands when I told you not to.â His pace quickened, his thumb circling your sensitive nerve once more. âHave you been a good girl since?â
âYes, Eddie! Please!â You begged. You could feel your walls fluttering again, praying he would let you cum this time. You were almost there when-
âAh, ah, ah. But you tried to kiss me,â he said, pulling his fingers from you.
âFuck you, Munson,â you cried at the loss of contact.
âHmm that wasnât very nice, (Y/N). I think that earned you one more time,â he said with a smirk, bringing his fingers back but not touching you.
âNo, please! Iâm sorry!â You quickly said. âPlease, Iâll be good just fuck me.â He pulled his hand away and bit his lip, drinking in the sight of you almost completely naked in his bed- handcuffed- begging for him to fuck you. He couldâve sworn it was a dream but no dream he had had before was ever as good as this.
âYouâre that desperate for my cock, princess? You want me to fill you up?â He asked, lining up with your entrance.
âFuck, yes, Eddie. Iâve wanted that for so long,â you told him. He pushed just the tip in and paused.
âHow long?â
âFuck, since I met you.â He pushed in a little more, making you moan.
âAnd do you still think Iâm vanilla?â
âJesus Christ, Eddie. No, youâre not vanilla!â He finally bottomed out inside of you and stilled. He unlocked your handcuffs and as soon as he did your hands were around his neck and he was thrusting into you mercilessly. Your fingers threaded into his hair while he sucked hickies onto your neck.
You felt that familiar feeling building inside of you once again and you worried that Eddie would stop. You tried to compose yourself as best you could; maybe if he didnât know you were going to cum he wouldnât stop. But Eddie was smarter than that. He could tell by the way your breathing changed and your cunt tightened that you were close.
âHold on for me, baby girl. Not yet,â he grunted. You thought his trailer might fall apart at the hinges with how hard he was pounding into you. And you were certain that the entire neighborhood knew what was going on.
Eddie grabbed one leg and hooked it over his arm, putting you at a slightly new angle.
âFuck, thatâs it,â he moaned. âCum for me, sweetheart. Cum on my cock.â His words sent you over the edge and you felt like your entire body might combust. Waves of pleasure rolled over you and Eddie finally crashed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. You decided then and there you never wanted to stop kissing him.
His hips lost their rhythm as he tried to prolong your orgasm for as long as he could. You had never felt so good in your entire life. When he was satisfied, he pulled out and broke the kiss.
âOpen up for me again, pretty girl,â he said, cock pressed to your lips. You eagerly took him in your mouth and sucked him off. He didnât last much longer, his cum coating your tongue. You swallowed every last drop until he collapsed next to you.
You both laid there staring at the ceiling, nothing but your breathing filling the room. You were debating confessing your feelings for him but you didnât want to risk the embarrassment if that was nothing more than a one time thing for him. Maybe thatâs why he didnât kiss you until the end, because kissing was too intimate for a fling.
Your inner turmoil mustâve been apparent on your face because when Eddie turned to look at you he could tell something was up.
âYou know, people usually look happier after sex,â he chuckled. âWas that okay? Was I too much? I wouldâve stopped if I knew-â
âNo, it was great! You were great! I was just lost in my thoughts is all,â you said.
âIâm surprised you can form any thoughts after that five star fucking,â he smirked. You rolled your eyes and laughed.
âYouâre good, Munson, but not that good.â
âIs that so?â He asked with an ďżźexaggerated gasp. He rolled over so that he was half on top of you. âIâll just have to do better next time.â
âSooo⌠thereâs gonna be a next time?â You asked nervously. He reached a hand up to caress your face.
âI would really like there to be a next time. And a time after that and a time after that,â he said. You smiled and he kissed you, slow and sweet. âIâve liked you for a really long time, I just never had the guts to say anything because youâre like way out of my league.â
âYouâre such an idiot, Eddie,â you laughed.
âItâs true! When I saw you sitting alone in the cafeteria all those years ago I went up to you with the intention of asking you out, but then you smiled at me and my heart literally stopped and I just chickened out. So I figured having you as my friend was better than nothing but lately itâs gotten so hard to keep my feelings to myself. So when the guys told me what you said I figured it would be a good opportunity to say something but then it just escalated into something so much more amazing and um yeah I really like you.â
âWell for starters weâre gonna need new club members because Iâm going to kill all of them for being loud mouthed assholes,â you sighed. âI was actually really disappointed when you never asked me out. I figured you just didnât like me that way and just saw me as one of your nerdy friends.â
âDustin and Mike actually mentioned a while ago that you had a crush on me but I never believed them. And you being my nerdy friend is just a bonus. But hopefully now youâll be my nerdy girlfriend?â He asked, eyes filled with hope.
âIâd love to, Eddie.â He kissed you again and you melted into him. You never thought youâd be with someone so perfect, or perfect for you at least. And as much as you wanted to kill the guys for running their mouths, you also had to thank them for giving you guys the push you both needed.
âSo you have a thing for freaks, huh?â He asked with a smirk.
âIf thatâs as kinky as you can get, Iâd hardly call you a freak,â you challenged. He raised his eyebrows at your statement then chuckled darkly.
âOh baby, you havenât seen anything yet.â
á´/É´: I am already back with a new fic for Sam. I am in a groupchat with some amazing people and I decided to write some ideas out that were thrown around. I hope you enjoy! Maybe I will do Alex or Elliott next... Anyway, thank you so much for your time! â§
á´á´ÉŞĘɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x Reader (afab)
á´Ąá´: 3884 words.
á´á´ É´ÉŞ â§ á´Ąá´Ęɴɪɴɢęą: alcohol consumption, drunk sex, doggy style, cursing, unportected sex, drooling, exhibitionism, public setting, teasing, creampie, hornyness all around.
Samâs mouth was watering, and the sole reason for it was you. Sam had fallen in love with you the moment you had stepped foot into Pelican Town yet had never managed to utter a single word about it. But now, the blonde was absolutely hammered, and that allowed him to shamelessly stare at you. Pupils blown, chest heaving and falling quickly, his eyes were focused on your ass while you were bent over the pool table, focused on your next shot in your game with Sebastian. The only thing that kept him from dropping on his knees and begging to be allowed to suck on those slender fingers wrapping around the cue was the fact that he still wasnât sure if you liked him back.
When you wiggled your butt a little, a small groan passed his lips. It was desperate, and rough, making the attention of the room fall on him. âAre you okay, Sam?â You asked, worry in your voice. âYeahâŚyeahâŚYeah, âm fine⌠just gonnâŚyou need help, dontcha? Winninâ against Seb, I mean,â he slurred, pushing himself up on his legs, steadying himself using the pool table. Sebastian cocked his pierced brow; Sam sucked at pool when he wasnât drunk, and now he was absolutely shitfaced. What help could he be?
Sam placed himself right behind you, pressing his crotch against you a bit, hoping â no, praying â that you didnât catch on that he only did that to feel you against his growing buldge.
Though you were a smart girl. The feeling of his erection didnât go unnoticed, but you kept up your pokerface. âI guess I could use a little help,â you murmured, voice coated in innocence. You leaned forward, smiling up at the oblivious Sebastian. âSorry, I told you I havenât played in ages,â you explained, directing the black-haired manâs attention back to the game. He shrugged nonchalantly, waving off your comment and watching you adjust the cue, but Sam had seemingly become hyper focused. He leaned over you, shaking hand gripping your wrist. He was so close, so close to you. He could smell you and feel you. If his mouth was watering before, now it was drooling. He had dreamed of this so often, having you bent over under him, and now he had, and you didnât even notice his ulterior motives.
A thought that was disproved when he felt it. You pressed your ass against him, circling your hips just ever so slightly to cause friction. An accident? Sam didnât care. The whine that slipped couldnât be caught anymore; the despair obvious. The need to beg for you to at least let him feel you for one night, even just a single hour, maybe just put the tip in you if that was all you wanted to give, hanging onto his tongue by a thread. The only thing that kept him from speaking was a pair of attentive eyes that were placed on him.
âUgh, drunk like that? Itâs best he sleeps on the couch here, Jodiâs gonna flip otherwise⌠and I doubt I can drag his drunk ass up the mountain.â
ââSâŚâs a bad position,â Sam slurred in a weak attempt to explain himself, but he didnât even really care. He cared about you, boxed in-between his wobbly arms. He could lean down, kiss your neck, suck on it. Leave his wet marks all over you â and who would stop him? âHeâs right,â you mused, shifting yet again. This time you rubbed your ass from side to side as if to figure out how to stand, making sure to add pressure against his dick. Sam was creaming in his pants by now, his knees wobbling as he lowered his head. He licked his lips, hot breath hitting your neck. The goosebumps that appeared made him want to drool all over you, but still, he cleared his throat and guided you into a sloppy shot. Trying to stay strong, not to make it too obvious. But fuck, your gentle grinding into his cock, the way you pressed into him â he swore his cock was about to burst right then and there for you, and if you kept it up, heâd cum in his pants in the saloon.
âDamn, Sam. You wanted to help her win, not make her lose. Maybe you should step back,â Sebastian grunted, an obvious edge to his voice, yet he would have never expected his best friend to actually growl at him in return. That was the only way the sound that radiated through the blondeâs chest could be described; it was deep and rough, almost threatening. Possessive, even.
While it shocked the other man, it sent a shock straight through your whole body. It was enough for you to put your cue away and stand up straight, giving Sebastian a small smile. âI think itâs time we get Sammy boy here to sleep.â
Perfect.
âIâll take him to the farm, then. Until our ways part we are about halfway there, you can help me drag him.â
Sebastian sighed dramatically, but put the cue away, which probably signalled his agreement, or at least you decided to take it as such.
Both of you draped one of Samâs arms over your shoulders and made the strenuous way up to your farm, Sebastian stubbornly staring ahead, while Sam was slumped between you. His cheeks were red, but the way you looked at him made him wheeze. The look that he gave you, so lustful and horny, eyes drowning in need, made your legs buckle every now and then, straining a grunt from Sebastian that now had to basically drag two whenever you did. âYou sure you want him on your farm? I can stay over-â
âNo,â you interrupted, flashing him a quick, reassuring smile. âYouâve got to work with Robin tomorrow, and she will freak out if youâre not there. Besides, I have a guard dog, and if this fella acts up, heâll be sent to the doghouse.â
Sebastian smiled a little and nodded, the thought of Sam sleeping in a small hut clearly bemusing him. Smacking his friend on the back, which almost sent the poor boy tumbling over, Sebastian turned. âBehave, you hear? Or I gotta whoop your ass.â With that and a wave, he began to make his way home.
Silence.
âSoâŚ,â you began when Sebastianâs silhouette had blended into the deep night, looking at the blonde hanging onto your shoulder. âWhat was all that about?â
âAllâŚhicc⌠what about?â
âIn the bar. You drooled on my neck.â Â
Sam giggled at that, tilting his head back as his laugh became deeper. âYeaâŚthat-âŚthat probably was âcause I really fuckinâ love youâŚanââŚanâ cum in my fist every night thinkinâ of fuckinâŚfucking you.â
If that wasnât drunken honesty, you didnât know what else would be. âBut I didnât know hoooow to tell youuuu. So, donât tell on me, mâkay? Donât want ya to..hate me, ya know.â
Chuckling quietly, you pushed a strand of hair out of his, face, dragging your lower lip between your teeth. âYou know who youâre talking to, rightâ
âMh..course. My little farmer princess.â
âAnd you know what I did to you in the bar?â
âMhhhhm. Was so close to cumminâ. StillâŚstill am.â
âDo you know what could mean, Sam?â
âThat⌠you suck even more at pool than me?â
You snorted, head tipping back as you laughed. Yoba, he wanted to lick down your throat, down your body, devour your cunt. He wanted to taste you so, so bad. He could have bet that you had the prettiest pussy he would ever lay eyes on, and he would make sure to worship it. With slow licks, the fast ones, by spelling his name on your clit and with your legs over his shoulder so he could get into as much contact as possible.
âNo, Sam. Iâm into you. I have been for a while. Didnât you ever notice me flirting? Not even when I told you you should show me what else those fingers can do than play guitar.â
You could literally see the corks in Samâs head reeling, trying to connect the dots of the information that had just been relied to him. âSoâŚyaâŚlike me back?â
You rolled your eyes, deciding that in this state, only actions seemed to count for Sam. Words took too long to process. You leaned down to kiss the man deeply - an opportunity he leaped at. His tongue immediately dragged over your lips, coating them with the taste of alcohol. The moan that left you was to his advantage, he shoved his tongue into your mouth clumsily, letting it run over yours, licking at it as if he was starving. His hands had found your body for support to stop himself from swaying back and forth. âNeed yaâŚneed ya so bad. This kay?â He slurred against your mouth, pretty blue eyes staring at you, begging you without words.
You bit your lip and tried to steady Sam again, âCome on, letâs get to the farm, we canâŚwe can-â Samâs mouth hit yours again, his teeth sinking into your lips gently. You moaned again, tugging at his hair, but your surroundings made you pull away and tug at him him. âLetâs get to the farm, I need you,â you ordered, setting a rather fast pace for drunken Sam.
He whined, begged and pleaded, but in the end, he strolled with you, legs buckling and wobbling, and the lack of blood in his brain seemed to make the short path to your house even longer. The fabric of his clothes rubbed against his buldge so uncomfortably, and the way your hips swayed when you walked brought him close to tears. He wanted you. He had wanted you for so long, he couldnât wait any longer.
The moment you reached the bus stop, Sam dropped to his knees, almost making you fall over due to the sudden weight shift. âSam! What are you doing?â
âFuckâŚfuck, please. âM begginâ you. âM so fuckinâ hardâŚit hurts so badâŚshit, you look so pretty for me,â he gasped, rutting against his hand that he had rested in his lap. The moonlight hit you so perfectlyâŚyou looked so amazing. Amazing enough for him to throw his head back, now gripping his length through his clothes. âPretty please,â he added, helplessly looking up at you. You bit your lower lip again, your own knees growing weak. You could feel the wetness pool between your legs, and it was hard for you to not just let him have his way with you.
âBut what if anyone is gonna see us? We canât risk being caught. Itâs not that far anymoreâŚâ
âNo! No one will see us!â Sam cried, âI promiseâŚpromise Iâll be quick. Iâll be quiet. Anythinâ, princess. Pretty please. I beg you. Please. Iâll be good. JustâŚplease.â
You seriously doubted the value of a completely horny, drunk and in love personâs opinion, but before you knew it, you found yourself on your knees, kissing Sam sloppily.
The blonde immediately pounced on you, pressing his crotch into yours, his hands seemingly everywhere. âSo pretty,â he panted against you, kissing down your jaw, down your neck, and then he already lapped at your throat. You seemingly felt him everywhere at once, making you moan out lowly. That only urged Sam on more. He wanted more. He wanted to hear you, smell you, taste you, feel you. He wanted you. No, he needed you.
âYou know how often Iâve dreamed of fucking you?â
It was just a murmur against your neck on which he greedily sucked. âHow often Iâve dreamed of holdinâ you in my arms? Pretty baby, makinâ you all mine.â
Sam had seemingly sobered up a little but that didnât help much â he was was already intoxicated by you again.
He tugged at your pants and at his at the same time, trying to get them both off at the same time, causing you to laugh out breathlessly. He gave up his attempt and back, licking over his lips.
âNeed you so bad,â he repeated while he unbuckled his belt, struggling out of his pants.
You licked your lips and opened the button to your pants much slower, pushing them down your long legs centimetre by centimetre. Blue eyes were glued on you; Samâs mouth hung open as he watched you, tongue hanging out just slightly. He was pretty sure you could see his dick throb against his already wet boxers, but fuck, who cared? He sure didnât. The hunger in his eyes made you shiver, no man had ever looked at you like he did, and you were sure he was already fucking you in his head.
âThe panties,â he stammered, making you grin to yourself. âThe panties. Please, princess. Take them off. Youâre so wet already, fuck, please, I- am pretty sure Iâm gonna die if you donât.â
âYou mean these?â You teased, gripping at the waistband and letting it snap against your hips. The blonde groaned, the force of the sheer lust hitting him almost making him drop forward again.
âYou want them off?â
He nodded, eyes yet again filled with tears. âYoba, please, yesâŚneedâŚneed to see your pussy.â
âThen take them off.â
Sam was incredibly quick to move, much quicker than you had deemed in the range of possibility, he did have a lot of drinks, but he was on top of you the moment you gave the go. He pushed your shirt upwards and messily pulled your breasts from your bra, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. He trailed his tongue around it, before switching sides, his hand trailing towards your panties already. He let his finger glide along your slit over the fabric, growl escaping him upon feeling your wet spot. âAll that teasing gotcha wet, huh?â He hissed, biting your nipple gently before he slowly licked down your cleavage, staying in-between your breasts for a moment longer, just inhaling deeply and leaving his love bites. You smelled so good, so sweet; it was hard to not get lost in his in his need. However, after a moment he picked up his journey again and licked down your stomach, until he finally reached the hem of your panties.
The night air began to fill with moans that tumbled out of your mouth, the eagerness you were treated with leaving your cunt pulsing. By now you felt a need similar to Samâs, making you pretty sure you needed him all over you to ever think properly again, even though right now, you were far from it. He let his fingers run up to your exposed chest, gripping your nipples between pointer finger and thumb and rolling them gently. âLift your butt,â he ordered, almost smiling to himself when you did. He gripped the lace of your panties with his teeth, slowly tugging them down. You shuddered when the cold night air hit your hot wetness, and Sam moaned lowly upon seeing your cunt.â Look how beautiful. Such a sweet little cuntâŚall for me, isnât it? All for my cock and me,â he rambled, having to sit back on his heels for a moment. The beauty of your almost naked body had him dangerously close to the edge, and he would have forever hated himself if his own dick cockblocked him right now.
âSam-â
âGet on your hands and knees for me, pretty baby.â
You sucked in air through your teeth, eyes dragging down his body. He was hard as a rock, and you were sure his boxers were about to rip, so you slowly settled on your hands and knees. Maybe it was also because you just needed to be absolutely stuffed with cock.
You tried to wait patiently, even though your own need made that incredibly hard, but you couldnât risk getting Sam distracted. His gaze seemed to burn holes into your back, making you shift around on your knees. Then you finally heard shifting and the gentle sound of skin smacking against skin.
âYou are so ready for me, baby,â he murmured, his fingers spreading your drooling lips slowly. One of them pushed inside of you, low groan falling from his lips. He curled his finger and then thrusted it knuckle-deep, breathing in sharply upon feeling you basically pulling him in. You were so wet and warm⌠and he could finally get his dick into you. He couldnât take it anymore. He was about to be ripped apart by the feelings tumbling around inside of him, and you were the only thing on this whole planet that would ease this ache he had for you.
You felt his finger leave you and whined, wiggling your ass in the air. Much to your surprise, a hand came down on your butt, forcing you to yelp out Samâs name. âTeasinâ me all night already,â he slurred, pressing his tip against your soaked hole. âAnd it workedâŚâ
With that, he slowly pushed himself inside of you and the world seemed to disappear.
All he could hear was static, and the sound of his own heartbeat, mixing with your moans. He was pretty sure the world could explode and he wouldnât have blinked an eye. All he could think about was how good you felt; despite only having the tip in, you sucked him in deeper already.
âThis okay?â
You nodded eagerly, pushing back against his dick in a desperate attempt to get more. Yoba, you needed more. This time it was you that wanted to cry and beg for him, but Sam seemed to pick up your silent prayers.
His hips shoved forward eagerly; it seemed like your walls were made for his cock. You fit so snuck around him, cunt welcoming him with a wet sound. The two of you moaned and you had to rest your head on your arms to keep at least your butt up in the air for Sam, the promise of being quite long forgotten. Centimetre by centimetre Sam pushed inside of you, making sure to take his time, to really split you in two for him and only him. One of his hands was resting firmly on your hip, the other cupping one of your breasts. When he was balls deep inside of you, he abruptly stopped, his penis twitching violently inside of you. For a moment, you werenât sure if he had just had his orgasm, and when you turned around you could see his eyes watering. You were about to ask, yet the thought was immediately cut off when Sam pulled back and rammed back into you.
Suddenly you could feel the weight of his upper body on your own as he angled himself to get better access to your sweet cunt.
âMine, all mine,â Sam panted into your ear as he began to pick up a fast pace, humping you like an animal in heat. The sound of his balls smacking against your wet pussy and the way his pelvic bone hit your bare ass created sounds lewd enough for anyone within a kilometre to know what was happening. Neither of you cared.
You were a moaning mess beneath the blonde, and he was whimpering, close to sobbing your name. Sam sucked on your neck to mark you up, keep you away from dirty, greedy eyes such as his own, his cock bullying into you at a fast pace; your walls sucking him off so well. His eyes rolled in the back of his head when he felt you clench around him as he began to gently circle your clit.
âLike that, huh? Like whenâŚI do this?â He snarled, licking his lips and kissing down your spine; a task that was rather hard given that his hard thrusts made your whole body shake.
âSam!â You sobbed, trying to meet his thrusts desperately as if you just couldnât get enough, and Sam was happy to deliver. He pressed you into his body and fucked into you as if his life depended on it, tongue hanging out and droplets of saliva falling on your back.
You swore you could see little fairies dance around you when Sam hit your sweet spot, this combined with his relentless spelling of his name on your clit made you approach the edge with fast steps.
Sam wasnât much better â he was staring at his thick perverted cock vanishing into your pussy, spreading open your sweet little hole with each thrust. He loved to see how he forced wetness out of you with each thrust, and he swore to himself heâd make you cream.
âSam, fuck, Sam! Iâm gonna cu-cum!â You cried, the thought of if you could maybe wake someone with your needy cries for dick crossed your mind, but it quickly turned into arousal. You would love for people to hear how well Sam was fucking you, how mean he was to your cunt, snapping his hips back and forth mercilessly, accompanied by the sound of his skin smacking against your reddened ass that by now was sporting a red handprint.Â
âGonna cum, Sam, gonna cum!â You slurred, feeling his wet tongue trace patterns down the side of your neck again. White light flashed in front of your eyes, your toes curled up as you felt your face growing numb.
What the two of you didnât notice was the text from Sebastianâs number that made the screens of your phones light up. Nice show. Make it less obvious that you want to fuck next time or send me videos so I can rewatch.
Samâs whimpers and small groans had turned into dragged out whines, adoring how you let him fuck you out here near the bus stop. He wanted people to hear you. Show them you were his and his alone. He would have loved for each of the guys to see him ruining you, so theyâd keep their hands off. Seeing how his cock vanished inside of you with each thrust, how his precum and your juices were mixing together, dribbling down his shaft. The thought of them seeing you sprawled out and crying for him and the feeling of you drooling all over his throbbing dick, begging for more was enough to push him over the edge.
His body tensed up, a cry of sheer pleasure was being bellowed into the night as his orgasm washed over him, his cock pressed deep inside of you. The feeling of his cum inside of you was too much. You sobbed his name, fingers wrapping around strands of grass as your body convulsed, the numbness that caught up to you soothing as you clenched around your loverâs dick, making it hard for Sam to move. The blonde gritted his teeth, his thrusts slowly slowing down as he hung his head; his breathing hard and laboured
You were lying beneath him, panting as well as your hand slowly searched for his. Upon finding it, you intertwined your fingers, and for a moment you two just sat there, Samâs dick still buried inside of you, your hands interlocked.
âRound two when we reach the farm?â You whispered after a while, despite having his cum drip out of you as he pulled back slowly, making Sam smile like a lovesick puppy.
âRound two when we reach the farm.â
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synopsis: While desperately trying to help your boyfriend study for his finals, you have to deal with the fact he just loves to tease you whenever he can. And that he always gets what he wants.
a/n:Â no spoilers <3 i love how i wanted this to be a short little fluffy blurb but then this happened. itâs eddieâs fault not mine but iâm not complaining one bit teehe. enjoy <3
warnings: SMUT, strip-studying, cockwarming, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, mouth spitting, oral (fem receving), explicit language, i feel like there was one more thing but i canât remember lol, probably wasnât that important anyways
wc: 4.1k
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You walked up the steps to his trailer, knocking at the door. It didnât take him long to appear in front of you, his usual warm, charming smile on his face.
âYouâre late, sweetheart,â he mentioned as you entered the living room area. âGot me worried for a hot minute.â
You felt your cheeks immediately heating up at his words, and the way he refused to call you by your name ever since he replaced it with his favorite pet name. Sweetheart.
âCouldnât find those damn notes for Mrs. Higginsâ class,â you explained, taking a seat on the couch as he planted himself on the floor in front of it, hands instantly attached to your thighs as he started playing with the hem of your skirt.Â
You already knew his mind was anywhere but where it was supposed to be. Classic Eddie move. Thankfully, youâve had enough experience with the distracted variant of Eddie, knowing exactly how to make him focus on the task at hand.
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summary: a stranger on the train ride home brightens up tuesday, the worst day of your week
warnings : swearing, discussion of theoretical danger to reader (not anything insane), fem!reader
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Tuesdays were hard for you. Your job had you waking up earlier than any self-loving person should wake up, and working later than any person ever deserves to work. The train home was always brutal, but Tuesdays were the worst. On Tuesdays, you worked far into what you considered to be your bedtime and always ended up having to take a late subway ride back to your âquaintâ apartment. It was 11:23 PM and you had barely managed to hop onto the train before the doors had shut on you. As the train whirred off into the night, you took account of your surroundings. Despite it being later than youâd willingly stayed up in a year, the people of the âcity that never sleepsâ were in fact not sleeping. In fact, it seemed that every last one of them was on the downtown-bound 2, alongside you. As you did a quick scan of the car, you weighed your options.Â
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twin flame (n.): an intense soul connection, sometimes called a âmirror soul,â thought to be a personâs other half. itâs based on the idea that sometimes one soul gets split into two bodies. one of the main characteristics of a twin flame relationship is that it will be both challenging and healing. this is due to the mirroring nature of a twin flame; they show you your deepest insecurities, fears, and shadows. but they also help you overcome them and vice versaâyour twin flame will be equally affected by you.
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hellfire club | eddie munson
SUMMARY : mike and dustin are begging for you to play as a stand-in for DnD at their club tonight. you accept, not wanting to watch the championship. yet, who knew arriving early and meeting hellfireâs infamous club president would ensue one hella of a night for you as well, hm?
eddie munson x fem! reader
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GENRE : nsfw/smut
WARNINGS : smutty smut (oral sex; f! receiving, p in v, protected sex, fingering, spitting? i also kinda have a thing for his large rings hehe)
WORD COUNT: 4,249
a/n : this is my first eddie fanfic and this man hasnât given me a rest on my daydreaming so i had to write smut for him for the first time. deadass. T_T
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âoh, come on! one game, y/n. one game!â mike pleaded, hands clasped together as dustin was also begging, yet he was on his knees, hands clasped together also. your eyebrows were scrunched together looking at the two freshmens in utter disbelief, perhaps. you could almost laugh seeing these two little sheeps resort in begging for a game of DnD. you werenât exactly a kind of a person in peopleâs eyes to play this âdemonicâ game as the papers say. however, you were hooked, played a couple a few times with the boys. clearly, you didnât give a shit of what some people might say about it. it was just harmless fun after all.
âget up, dustin. alright, iâll play. just so you know, iâm still on the newbie side, alright?â their eyes lit up with such hope on it, masking over the fear after the five minutes of begging and pleading as they now erupted into cheers and thanks, trying to hug you but you moved away. it looked like your answer was the key to their sole problem and you wondered how serious was this club? âwhoâs the leader? of your club? seriously, getting you two to beg for someone to play in.â you asked, not liking the idea that this one upper batch was scaring the shit out of these poor kids just for a game.
âyou are the most holy of the fucking holy, y/n. thank you so much.â dustin bowed, hands up like he was worshipping you. mike nudged him with his elbow as dustin yelped, stopping eventually. fearing you would change your mind.
âitâs eddie. eddie munson. heâs in your class.â mike answered, exaggerating his last words. âlucas bailed out because he had to play for the championship tonight.â mike explained, rolling his eyes, sighing as you didnât ask why. ââbut hey, eddieâs a chill dude. thereâs nothing to worry about.â mike assured as dustin nodded along excitedly. you were skeptical, you heard of eddie. he was in your class yet barely you had batted an eye to him. you did heard of him, not in the good way, of course. some of your classmates bought weed from him and other things stronger than that, heâs a drug dealer and supposedly a âfreakâ. you couldnât care less of what he is, as long as the boys were happy and safe being friends with him, you were content.
âiâm holding on to you on that, wheeler. if heâs an ass once i meet him tonight, iâm bailing as well. you got it?â you warned them. tone strict as they both curtly nodded in understanding. âalright, piss off. enjoy freshmen year.â you ushered, tone turning soft at the two as you gestured them to leave you alone, finally opening your locker for the next class.
âyes, mother! thank you!â dustin shouted as you gave him the finger before finally heading into the crowd. you shake your head at them, a grin forming on your lips as you gripped the binder in your hands. two years have passed, they still look like the same little middle school kids running towards you every single day. harrington and robin had invited you to watch the championship this night, yet you declined not really liking watching a bunch of sweaty jocks throw a ball in a laundry hoop. nancy was going as well, of course for the school paper, now leaving you alone. you didnât really have any exciting nights these past few days, bored out of wits and your family annoying the brains out of you. so maybe, maybe you anticipated something else just this once, tonight.
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anticipation ran through your veins as sweat beaded the insides of your palms. your binder was hugged against your chest as you looked around the empty hallway to find no mike or dustin around. you were early, early the fact that you could hear ozzy osbourneâs voice blasting inside the club room, followed by heavy guitar streams and rhythm of the beats. so heâs a black sabbath fan? you dig some rock genre as well, more of a queen or kiss is your preference to jam along and blast it in harringtonâs car though. you sighed at yourself, realizing you wasted 15 fucking minutes of waiting for the two sheeps as you already felt awkward standing in front of the door. where are they at?
fuck it. you think, rolling your eyes at yourself as you opened the door of the club room. going in, meant you had to be alone with eddie munson himself and socializing was not a strong factor of yours. dim lights showered before you, you were met with the props from every musical play that was orchestrated in the drama club and also the familiar stage lights. it was not bad, bit clustered but this hellfire club looked promising as you spotted the long table and several other necessities for the night messily laying on top. your eyes darted as the loud blast of music faded, the curly dried locks of brown hair appeared as you were now face front with eddie himself. he was jamming along, seeming to make guitar movements and banging his head like any rocker fan. huh. your heart beats, chest tightening noticing that he didnât know you were here which meant you had to get his attention.
âmunson?â you tested, raising your voice a bit. in which no response was uttered as he was still looking away from you. âeddie munson?â you raised your voice higher and tapped the table as he now jumped from his supposed throne or seat and looked to your direction. you stared at him as he as well stared directly back at you, the face of bewilderment slowly taking his expression. heâs kinda cute.
ây/l/n.â he almost shouted your last name, turning his speaker down as he arose from his seat to walk over towards you with a cheeky grin on his lips. âwell, well, what the fuck are you doing at hellfire? championshipâs at the other side.â he asked, arms crossed as the scent of his musty cologne hit your nose, the distance between the two of you a bit closer than intended. you looked up at him as he towered before you with now a smirk on his damn face. a little bit of a annoying prick. you thought as you broke eye contact with him, feeling a bit flustered. was he always this handsome up close?
âmike and dustin invited me. said you needed a stand-in since sinclair is at the game.â you responded, shrugging. hands fidgeting as your fingers clenched and unclenched.
âso it has. i never expected itâd be you.â he murmured, his hand raising to his chin as his fingers tapped his lips seeing his eyes roam up and down at your figure. he was observing you or probably checking you out, yet your eyes turned to see his rings gleaming under the spotlights. big hands. you noted, blushing at evident attractiveness you now realized you had for munson. and you couldnât quiet understand how you havenât even noticed him at all while in school. well maybe for the fact he often likes to ditch some classes so maybe thatâs the reason.
âany problem?â you asked, unsure whether he had approved of you.
he hummed, smiling now as he shake his head. ânah. nah. youâre cool. henderson and wheeler picked well.â he gestured to you. one movement of his arms had your observant eyes dart to his collarbone seeing the collar of his shirt reveal a tattoo. you gulped, thighs unknowingly clenching together, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the thought of if he had more hiding under that hellfire t-shirt. shit.
âi-iâm still a bit uneasy playing with other people so maybe not too well.â you muttered, embarrassed.
âainât that a shame? well we can get to know each other while weâre at it, hm?â eddie suggested, a smile formed on your lips as you know damn well what youâve just gotten yourself into. âof course, if you want to, mâlady.â he bowed with much dignity.
âiâd like that.â your voice dropped to an octave. if nancy, robin or even fucking steve and the boys were here theyâd be yelling their ass off, of how your voice sounded right now. you were smitten, too smitten and you had to thank those two dweebs for pushing you to agree for this night. your binder was placed on the table, long forgotten, you couldnât exactly count the minutes that had passed as you just talked with the guy. he spewed some jokes and some heavily introductions about himself. he was sitting on his throne as you stood before him with a smile on your face, you hadnât expected eddie munson to be actually a chill dude as mike had said. too chill that you actually hadnât realize your annoyance had fled.
âyou were the buzz cut kid?â you laughed, asking in disbelief how he told you he didnât looked like his style now before and that mentioned he had a killer buzz cut.
âfuck off, i rocked that buzz cut.â eddie chuckled. âand not to mention i didnât have these sweet killer tattoos back then. so yeah, you might have not recognize me one bit until today.â he pulled down the collar of his shirt, revealing more as what you expected. your eyes roamed downwards, admiring the second tattoo shown before you as your eyes darted to his forearm to see one big tat. a sudden shift of movement made you look back up to his face. brown honey orbs staring back at you with same heat as your gaze was. and it clicked, your throat felt dry at the realization of the moment. you gulped, feeling the same wave of heat covered your very body. he leaned forward, still focused on your face as a smirk grazed his lips. you couldnât exactly tell how tight it felt you were in your clothes the moment he had laid his eyes on you so intensely, erotically almost. you bit your lip, anticipation again running through your mind. the evident heat between your legs becoming so uncomfortable you could whine about how he was so slow making the first move of fucking you here and now. come on, munson.
âyou like this one?â he whispered, snapping you out of your drunken trance, eyes darting to his forearm as he showed it in all itâs fucking glory. your mouth constricted, flustered seeing as his veins bulged out how he clenched his fists to show you it, looking so smug and cocky right now. you held in a breath as your eyes surveyed it, admiring how it fitted his whole style and all.
âi do.â you whispered, smiling as you bended down to his level, feeling bold enough to actually touch his tattooed skin. you felt him shiver underneath the tips of your cold fingers, tracing every line and detail up to his biceps and seeing more, making you so curious. it was your turn to smirk, satisfied. âitâs pretty cool.â you muttered, blushing before finally looking back at him to see his reaction. face so close, you hadnât realize how much friendly space you taken up between the two of you.
âso you like tattooed dudes, huh?â he boldly asked, instead of blushing he was smirking more than ever. your cheeks heated, staring back at his brown orbs before panicking in the inside to form some response.
you stuttered. âwell iâ ⌠you donât have to know that.â you pouted, now pulling yourself back to stand. he caught your wrist, pulling you back to his level. your breath hitched, feeling the boldness radiate from him.
âyou gotta answer, baby. no need to be shy.â butterflies ensued, the cold touch of his rings almost pushing you to the breaking point of kissing him. you held his gaze, trying somewhat not to show how he had this effect on you. in which, really, you swore it was very evident since the moment you smiled at him. for a moment of bliss, he had let go of your wrist, chuckling. âall jokes. so, are we cool? i gotta welcome you in the club first of all.â
you exhaled sharply, rolling your eyes at him as you stood up. âyes.â you answered as he now stood up as well, his ringed hand before you as he smiled.
âperfect.â he muttered, his eyes seeming to hold a glint in them still staring into yours. you tilt your head up a bit, cheeks feeling so hot as he took a step closer. you were so sure you thought he had understood the points of your mindless flirting, anticipation was coursing through your vines as you accepted his hand in a firm grip. now looking at him with battering eyelashes and doe lustful eyes as he understood now. âwelcome to hellfire, baby.â
in one swift moment, he leaned down and crashed his lips to yours. rough and demanding as you encircled your arms around his neck to pull him down for more. you were so greedy as you tried to map out every shape of his mouth onto yours. his hands went to your hips as he squeezed them experimentally. you moaned, the heat in your legs pressed against his, chest pressed together as your breasts rubbed against his broad chest. you panted, desperately needing some form of friction from him. he groaned between your lips as he guided the two of you to his rightful throne. your thighs were placed either side of hips, clothed cunt above his crotch, hands now roaming his clothed chest.
âeager, eager y/n.â eddie chuckled, biting the bottom of your lip as you gasped feeling his two large hands cup your ass, roughly yanking them down to grind yourself on his lap. âyou think i havenât seen the way your fucking thighs were rubbing every moment we were talking, hm? getting all so worked-up for me, baby?â he whispered, peppering sloppy kisses against your jaw as you mewled at the sensation, your head tilting back as he gladly latched his teeth on your exposed neck. he nipped, sucked, you let him leave marks, not caring at the moment as you felt his hard prick grow harder at every second he was teasing you.
âeddie.â your hands gripped his shaggy hair as he let out a surprising moan. âplease.â you begged, wanting more than to take of your clothes off, to feel his skin on yours and his cock inside of you. you could not wait any second as he shifted under you, breath hot against your cheek as he pecked it before slapping your ass, making you arch your back a bit.
âon the floor, y/n. come on, iâd eat the shit out of you first, beautiful.â he mutters, tapping your thighs. you held no protest as the desperation between your legs were begging for him to touch them now. your ass thumped as you laid on the floor, sprawled with eagerness in your eyes as you shrugged off the bottom of your clothes. he kneeled down, admiring the way how you looked right now. he yanked the article of clothing and tossed it of somewhere before setting his eyes to his wrapped prize between your legs.
âlook at you. such desperation isnât good.â he teased and chuckled, fingers gripping harshly the flesh of your inner thighs. you bit your lip seeing as he laid promising kisses slowly, easing his way up as he fan his breath against your dripping core. his eyes were wide-blown, pupils dilated, pussy drunken at the sight of a wet spot on the center of your cotton panties. he licked his lips, looking up for a moment as he saw you as the same as his. waiting, eyes hazy, waiting for him to devour the shit out of you. he grinned, his hand wrapped firmly above your hips, trapping you as he practically ripped off the obstacle of clothing. you yelped, feeling the fabric pull against your skin, his hot breaths now directly fanning against your pussy as eddie stared at it for a moment. his heart thumped and his cock screamed, you watch as he spat on his ringed fingers and proceeded to roughly shove in two digits into your awaiting cunt. you almost screamed yet held yourself back, gripping the brown locks as your thighs clenched his face.
âmunson! oh my god.â you slurred, back arching like a cat. with much so eagerness, he pressed a loving kiss near your core before indulging himself as he licked a trip at your entrance, making you mewl. euphoria flowed through every vein inside your body, hands still gripping tightly the brown locks of his hair. your eyes closed feeling every lap of his wet tongue lavish your needy pussy, dripping hot, wet and obscene as you grind yourself on his face. he gave every lick as he circled your clit with a moan, loving the way how you tasted, tart on his tongue and so very much giddy how you were enjoying it from up there.
âso fucking good. taste so fucking good, sweetheart.â he praised, curling his fingers making you whine. the familiar knot in your stomach slowly started to form as he continued to finger fuck you while lapping like a starved man making you clench so hard, ready to come. with every lick, every pump of his fingers, his cold rings touching your entrance, you felt it slowly building as you arched your back more making your ass lift up a bit in the air. eddie growled, his large arm above your hips as he slammed you back down roughly before detaching his whole mouth out with a wet pop, and fingers pulled out from your needy pussy.
âeddie! no, no, pleaseââ your eyes watered, your high was coming and he denied it with amusement in his face. you watch, with whining noises escaping your mouth as you opened your legs to show him your deprived pussy. âpleaseâŚâ
âyouâre not coming until you come on my cock, you got it?â he licked his fingers clean, evident of your arousal coating the tips of his fingers to his large rings. you nodded, your pupil blown eyes staring at him, how holy he looked as he fumbled with his jeans and grabbed something from his pocket. âknew iâd use it.â he smiles to himself, fishing out the condom, flashing it towards you with a cheeky grin before he proceeded to pull down the zipper making you laugh for a moment. eddie winked at you, adoration in his eyes as he leaned down before your frame as he kissed you finally. you groaned at the sensation, your hands greedily raking his back before pulling his shirt up a bit to feel his soft skin. your fingertips glided, moaning between his lips as you felt his tip nudge your clit.
âstop it with the slowburn, iâm dying here.â you complained, grinding your core up to rub on his bare cock and taking a quick peep to see how fucking big he is. his cock was generously big in girth, huge as ever. tip was flushing bright red and you wondered how the fuck your cunt could take a champ like that for a moment.
âpatience now.â he murmured, hands braced at the side of your face as he finally took you so slowly. he entered, with experimental strokes as he growled at the sensation of your warm walls welcoming him. âsweet baby jesus. fucking hell.â he groaned out, forehead pressed against yours as sweat coiled your still clothed bodies. one of his hands were tightly gripping your hips as the other leverage himself. he started a pace, trying to get every reaction and noise out of you as he lovingly stared in your eyes. you stared back at him, lips pouty and red from his lavish attentions. you could feel it, the same feeling of butterflies inside your tummy as you arched feeling his cock rub every wall inside your cunt.
âit feels so good.â you praised, pecking his lips as your nails dig the flesh of his broad back. he growled, catching your lips again as he started to pound harder, your legs were sprawled open, ass barely touching the ground as he continued to thrust mercilessly with no intention of stopping. his hair brush against your face as you hold onto him tightly, his thrust getting sloppier by the minute. he knew it, knew the spot he hit as he hit it repeatedly as you sobbed at the overstimulating feeling.
âsuch a good cunt. so fucking good, all pretty for me. good fucking pussy, all mine, mine, mineââ he messily spew praises against your lips, your walls clamped hard, your high nearing as ever. he groaned loudly, hissing as he buried his face at the crook of your neck. his thrusts almost pushed you up at such power as his cock nudge the spot over and over again. you gasped, heart fluttering, eyes rolling back as hot white sparks made you whine loudly. you grind up, catching the amazing orgasm as eddie fucking moaned. the hard rock music in the backgrounded faded as you heard him mutter every word he could muster before finally coming with one hard stroke of his dick. he gasped as well, spilling himself inside the condom, your gummy walls milking him out as guitar streams grew louder as ever. you panted, not minding his death grip on your hips. you softly caressed his sweaty back, coaxing him out of his high. his breath was hot against your neck, making you rub your face on his frizzy locks. he smelled good, good that the scent of sex was now overwhelming the air around the two of you.
âi think my knees gave out. shit, fuckââ eddie suddenly spoke, groaning, still inside of you. âbest fucking sex, goddamn.â
âi know.â you lazily grinned as he lifted himself up. âwhat a way to welcome me in, munson.â you smiled, joking as he huffed and laughed. you were still a bit shaking as eddie helped you up to sit. he tossed your pants back as you gladly thanked him. a moment of silence enveloped the two of you as he finally looked presentable, hair still sweaty on his forehead. his cheeks were flushed and you admired him for being so cute, reminding you he had just fucked you to the oblivion. he caught your stare, smiling as pecked your lips.
âitâs not too late to actually ask you out, is it?â eddie asked, voice low and shy. you stared at him, mouth a bit open as your tummy churn in excitement. âso, would you like me to take you out for dinner after this? that cheesy thing people do and maybe we can alsoâ you know.â
âi would love to.â you answered quickly, you already liked him and thereâs was no intention you had just wanted the sex and all.
âfuck. okay. iâm a bit awkward with all of this. this is cool.â you laughed seeing him so bashful, you grabbed his shirt to kiss him one more time. his lips moulded over yours, slow and sensational, perfect it was. you broke away, patting his chest before proceeding to find your shredded undergarment and to find it nowhere. you panicked, the realization of mike, dustin and the others were now on your mind as you frantically searched for it. hoping, it wasnât laying somewhere that theyâll see it as you just pulled your pants up for your modesty. you suddenly looked up to the cheeky bastard, seeing some amusement behind his eyes as he watched you.
you glared. âwhereâs my panties, eddie?â
mike and dustin were scared seeing no sign of you in the hallway. they were scared knowing eddie would freak out if they didnât have sub tonight. âwhere the fuck is y/n?â dustin asked, voice trembling. fearing you bailed on them.
âi donât fucking know! shit.â mike sighed as they spotted the other three members of hellfire coming in now. they collected themselves, taking deep breaths as they followed in. praying to the gods eddie wasnât revved up as usual. your voice followed their ears, dustin eyes were wide at the scene as mike followed his gaze to see you sat down on the table in-front of eddie, happily chatting with their leader. who, in fact, looked so giddy as well making their eyes wide.
âyouâre early, y/n.â dustin called you out, his nervousness slowly dying from his system. you turned your head to the boys, smiling as eddieâs hand was resting on your thigh as you stood up from your place. âtoo early, in fact.â dustin added, shifting his gaze between munson and you suspiciously.
âi am. i was just welcomed into hellfire.â you winked at them. mike grimaced as dustin nodded unknowingly.
âand we weâre just getting to know each other very well. ainât that right, baby?â eddie added, smiling widely. you looked down to him, eyes slightly widening as he flashed your ripped panties before you, it was tucked safely inside his pocket. he had a devilish glint in his eyes and a smirk plastered on his lips. teasing you so bad. fucking bastard. you thought, thighs clenching again, fearing the boys knew what happened now.
but, at least that it was indeed one hella of a night for you and him.
i am a slut for eddie. <3