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Not a god damn word from me ...

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | after you receive a series of anonymous love letters, eddie has a confession to make that might make or break your whole friendship. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | eddie munson (stranger things, 2022) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 | smut (minors dni, fingering f!receiving, praise kink, innocence kink, corruption kink), a little possessiveness if you squint, cute fluffy eddie head over heels for you, everyone in this is 18+ and if you aren't, you shouldn't be reading it! 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i wrote this in (mostly) one sitting because the idea came to me and i couldn’t let it go, and it's absurdly long so.... here’s some sweet eddie smut!

You opened your locker, and watched as it fell out, just like every day. Every day for the past month, someone had been sneaking notes through the vent of your locker door, and you had no idea who was doing it. You thought it would be easy to figure out, the messy, nearly-illegible, handwriting indicative of a boy, but not even asking the Hellfire Club for opinions helped bring an answer. All that had succeeded in was Dustin poking fun at you for getting anonymous love letters, and you had sighed with exhaustion and snatched the first note back. 

You picked up the newest note from next to your shoe, unfolding it to read the newest sentiment. The handwriting was a little messier than usual, maybe rushed or something, and it read the same as every other note: that you were beautiful and smart, that any man who calls himself your boyfriend is lucky, then goes on to ask “Do you still not know who I am? I thought it was obvious, princess. Oh well. Maybe one day you’ll figure it out, and then I can be yours.” Not a single note was signed with a name or anything identifiable, and it was driving you crazy trying to figure it out. 

Before you could properly read the new note, it was being pulled out of your hand, and you whipped your head around to see Eddie, smiling like a goofball and examining the note. “Damn,” he chuckled. “Whoever this is has got it bad for you.” 

“Eddie,” you whined. “Gimme that back, it’s private.”

“What is it?” Eddie asked, examining the note. “Wait… Is this that letter you showed us, like, forever ago?”

“No,” you told him. “It’s like… I’ve been getting them every day since then.”

“Every day?” Eddie repeated, pulling a confused face, a grimace with knitted eyebrows.. “I thought it was just the one?”

“C’mon, seriously, give it back,” you groaned, but Eddie used his height against you, lifting the note above his head and craning his head to read it.

“A month of this?” Eddie asked. “‘I think about you every day, imagining what it would be like to be your man’— does this kinda shit work on you?”

“Eddie, c’mon,” you said, and you grabbed at the note. Eddie was quicker than you, though, turning to defend himself and the love letter. 

“Who is it?” He asked. “Do you know?” 

You sighed, seeing no way out of this. Eddie had been at the helm of teasing when you had first brought the issue to the Hellfire Club, nothing really harmful but it still made your stomach curdle. He seemed more invested in the mystery than even you were, even if he didn’t remember it until now.

“I have no idea,” you admitted. “I’ve been trying to figure it out, but nobody recognizes the handwriting. Anyway, who would like me this much to write weird anonymous love letters?”

Eddie handed the crinkled note back to you, and you almost missed the way his face fell. “You think they’re weird?” he asked, and you shrugged as you folded the letter back up. 

“It’s certainly not normal,” you said. “Why can’t this guy just tell me that he likes me? He can drop this pining bullshit he’s doing.” 

“Maybe he’s scared to tell you,” Eddie offered. He leaned up against the locker next to you, his fluffy curls flattening against the metal, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe he’s so afraid you’ll say no that he can’t even bear to tell you in person.” 

“Well, I can’t say yes if I don’t know who he is,” you sighed. 

“That’s true,” Eddie offered. “But seriously, does that mushy shit work on you?” 

You floundered for an answer, not wanting to give Eddie the satisfaction of being right, but your hesitation was answer enough. 

“It does!” Eddie laughed. “Oh, that’s amazing, you’re a little romantic.”

“I mean, maybe!” you said with a heavy shrug. “It’s just nice to have someone be, like, head over heels for me, y’know? Knowing that I’m appreciated like this…” 

Eddie sighed heavily through his nose, and he said, “Give me that note, I’ll read it to you.”

“Fuck off,” you chuckled, rolling your eyes. 

“No, really,” Eddie said. His chocolatey eyes widened with earnestness, and he added, “If you want someone to appreciate you, I’ll do it.” 

“I already know you appreciate me,” you said. “You’re like my brother, Ed. Anyway, you don’t wanna appreciate me like this.”

“Why not?” Eddie asked, and he took the note from your hand once more. “Is it dirty? Is he sending you dirty letters?” 

“Not always,” you told him. “I haven’t properly read this one yet; someone took it from me before I could.” 

Eddie opened the note and cleared his throat, and he read it off to you. “‘Princess’,” he snickered. “Strong start. He calls you princess?” 

“Shut the fuck up,” you groaned and tried to snatch the note away, but Eddie held you at arm’s length, keeping you away. 

“‘Princess, I thought about you all day’,” Eddie read. “‘It doesn’t help that you look so cute today. You should wear that lipstick more often, it makes your eyes look nice. Sometimes I think about what kissing your perfect lips would be like, having your lipstick stain my mouth. It’s enough to drive a man crazy. Is that something you would like? Do you like to be kissed, princess? When we meet, that’s the very first thing I’ll do, is kiss you. I think about you everyday, imagining what it would be like to be your man.’” Eddie paused to smile at the line that he had picked out before, and he continued. “I’d like you to be my girl, in any way I can have you. I love you.’”

“It does not say that,” you huffed. “He did not tell me he loves me.” 

“Okay, you’re right, that’s not written,” Eddie admitted, and you rolled your eyes. “But it might as well be! This guy's in love with you! That’s some sappy shit, babe, he’s got it bad.”

Before you could retort, the bell sounded, and you groaned as you finally retrieved the note from Eddie’s hand. “I’ll see you this afternoon,” you told him, shoving the note in your pocket. “Forget you ever read that.”

“Forgotten,” Eddie said with a nod. “I’ll see you at Hellfire, princess.” 

“Don’t call me that!” you shouted after him as he left down the hallway, and you sighed and brushed your fingers against your pocket. The note was sweet, but the problem came with Eddie. Now that he had narrated the letter, you couldn’t help but imagine only his voice as you read it back. The image of Eddie slaving over writing the perfect love note stuck in your head, and you physically shook your head to get rid of the thought. 

It wasn’t Eddie. There was no way it could be. You knew what Eddie’s handwriting looked like and it wasn’t what was on the sheet of paper. Anyway, you knew Eddie well, and he wasn’t shy like that. If he liked you enough to send love letters, he would just tell you as much. Deep in your chest, you sorta hoped it was Eddie writing you the letters. Even if it wasn’t sincere and was a prank (which was uncharacteristic for Eddie, but not entirely out of the realm of possibility), the idea that Eddie even noticed your lipstick or had the inkling of a desire to kiss you made your stomach turn flips. It was about time to face the music: you liked him.

You closed your locker with a sigh, and you made your way to class, the letter burning a hole in your pocket. 

Hellfire was successful that afternoon. Not exactly successful for the campaign— by all accounts, half of your group dying from a single hit by Vecna and the last member standing failing to kill him was very unsuccessful— but you always liked hanging out with the guys from Hellfire and always considered it a win. As the only girl, it was sometimes difficult to only hang out with guys, but everyone, even the freshmen, treated you nicely. Dustin looked at you like a sister, and you frequently drove him home after meetings.

“Can we get food on the way home?” Dustin asked as he shoved his binder into his backpack, and you shrugged. 

“Why not?” you asked. “What’re you thinking?” 

“I’m not sure,” Dustin replied. “You can choose.”

“How kind,” you smiled. “How about—”

“Hey, princess,” Eddie began from his place on his Dungeon Master throne. You turned to him, and he beckoned you over with a swipe of his fingers: “I wanna talk to you.” 

You sighed and rolled your eyes, and you shouldered your backpack as you turned back to Dustin. “Go to the car,” you told him and tossed him your car keys. “Get the heat going, alright?” 

Dustin did as you told him, and you tilted your head curiously at Eddie. He had his sleeves rolled up, exposing the tattoos on his lower arms, his hair all frizzy but still looking nice, and he had his plump pink lips pursed. “What’s up?” you asked. 

“I was thinking about your little letter situation,” Eddie began. “The anonymous author and all.”

“Oh,” you mumbled. “Eddie, really, leave it alone, it’s truly not that big a deal.”

“Yeah, but if some creep is trying to put the moves on you, the least he can do is do it in person,” Eddie sighed. “You deserve better than just some creepy love letters shoved in your locker.” 

“Do I?” you laughed, and Eddie’s dark eyes flashed. 

“Of course you do,” Eddie said. “You’re the best girl at Hawkins.”

“Chrissy Cunningham might disagree,” you mumbled under your breath, and Eddie sighed as he rolled his eyes. 

“Well, I think you’re the best girl at Hawkins, and that’s what matters,” he said. “Listen to me: I really care about you, and I hate that these letters are making you so… Uncomfortable.”

“They’re not making me uncomfortable,” you said. “I like them. I’m just annoyed that I don’t know who it is.” 

Eddie slowly stood from his throne, and he moved towards you carefully, like he was afraid that he was going to startle you. “You are beautiful,” he told you. “And you’re funny. And that guy is right, you’re enough to drive a man crazy. And you have, princess, you’ve made me completely mad.” 

You huffed out a wary laugh. “Eddie, what the fuck?” you chuckled, but you were stunned silent when he reached forward and took your hand. 

Eddie took a deep breath, his chest heaving with it, and he said, “I wrote those letters. All of them. Every single one.”

Your heart dropped, and you stepped away from Eddie. “No you didn’t,” you said. “If you liked me, you would’ve just told me.”

“And I wanted to,” Eddie said. “But I was shy and scared. I was terrified that you would reject me, so I… I found a way you couldn’t reject me.” 

Your mouth felt dry, and you felt warm under Eddie’s gaze. “Eddie,” you uttered. “Y-You didn’t really… You’re not…” 

“I can prove it,” Eddie said quickly. He went back to his throne and grabbed his metal lunchbox from the floor, and he opened it up to pull out several scraps of notebook paper, the same ones that your letters came on. You recognized it as the same, because the blue lines were a little smudged— a defect from the notebook itself. “Look, here was me drafting today’s letter during free period, I rewrote it so many times before I got the version I gave you.” 

“B-But,” you stammered. “Your handwriting…”

“I wrote them with my left hand,” Eddie told you. “I knew you’d recognize my handwriting.”

You felt suffocated as you sorted through the scraps of paper from Eddie’s lunchbox, and you grabbed them and held them in a tight fist. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” you asked, tears threatening your eyes. Under any other circumstance, you would have thought it was funny, but your emotions twisted deep in your gut. You had to tell him that the feeling was mutual. “Ed, I wouldn’t have—”

“You wouldn’t have made fun of me?” Eddie supplied, tightening his arms over his chest. “The only girl I hang out with and I fall head over heels for you, how cliche is that? I-I would want you to make fun of me.”  

“No, Eddie, stop,” you said. “Stop putting words in my mouth. I wouldn’t have rejected you.” 

That stopped Eddie dead in his tracks. His fingers played with the ends of his hair, pressing them to his lips, and he finally mumbled out, “Really?” 

“Of course not, Ed,” you told him. Your chest burned with the confession, and you stepped closer to him, taking his hand back. “I really like you. Y-You’re so… Right. You’re just right for me.”

Eddie seemed shocked, taken aback, but his hand stayed in yours tightly. “Really?” he asked. “But I’m… Me.”

“And that’s why I like you,” you said. “You’re so weird and you’re so sweet and… And I’m glad it’s you. I wanted it to be you.” 

Eddie smiled for the first time, and he stepped closer to you until you could nearly hear his heartbeat. “Can I kiss you?” he asked. “I told you that’s the first thing I’d do, is kiss you.”

“Please,” you whispered, and Eddie didn’t waste any time. His hand went to the back of your neck and tugged you into his body, and he kissed you, pressing his lips sweetly to yours. Your hands floated up, and you touched your palms to his chest as you kissed him back. 

You loved the way Eddie kissed you, passionate but not hungry, sweet but not needy, his fingers touching your hair. His mouth felt so nice against yours, and you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss. Eddie tilted his head and his hands went down to your waist, tugging you fully against his body as his tongue carefully snaked into your mouth. 

You finally broke the kiss, and you couldn’t help but smile up at him, and he gave you a wide smile. “Can you keep leaving me those little notes?” you asked. “I really like them. But maybe you can sign them with your name now.” 

“Of course,” Eddie said, and he kissed you once more. “I’m glad you liked them.”

“I do,” you told him, and you placed a quick kiss on his mouth. “Um, maybe you could come by my house tonight. We could… I don’t know, hang out.” 

Eddie smiled. “Sure thing, princess. Give me one more kiss, then you gotta go. Don’t wanna leave Henderson waiting too long.”

You smiled and draped your arms over Eddie’s shoulders, and you kissed him one last time, admiring the taste of him as his tongue claimed your mouth again. He tasted like cigarettes and like the distinctive tang of skin, but it was wonderful no matter what. “Hey,” Eddie whispered when the kiss broke, and his big hand lightly captured your cheek. “You wanna be my girlfriend?” 

“Of course,” you told him. “Oh, Eddie, I’d love to.” 

“Good,” Eddie said softly, his cheeks turning red. “Good, I’m glad. Umm… I’ll see you later tonight.” 

You didn’t leave Dustin waiting for much longer, even though you could have stayed in the drama club room and kissed Eddie for hours. True to your word, you stopped at McDonalds on your way to Dustin’s house, and you sat in the car and ate with him. “What did Eddie wanna talk to you about?” Dustin asked, munching on a fry. “He seemed really intense.” 

You shrugged. “Nothing,” you said. “Just asking about an assignment for a class.”

“Eddie…” Dustin began. “Asked you… about homework?” 

“Why do you doubt me?” you asked, shoving him playfully. “What else would we be talking about?”

“I don’t know,” Dustin started, obviously having made a list. “D&D, maybe? C’mon, what were you guys really talking about? We both know that Eddie would never ask about homework.”

“Why do you wanna know so badly?” you asked. “Why isn’t it enough to just… Not know? Or care?”

“You know me, I have to care,” Dustin told you. “Spill it. What’s up?”

You sighed, looking down at the pack of chicken nuggets in your lap, and you chewed your lip. You knew that Dustin could be trusted with the truth and not to tell anyone else, and something in your chest made you giddy when you considered saying it out loud for the first time. But, did Eddie want Dustin to know? “I’ve been…” you started. “Getting some letters. Like, little love notes in my locker. Like the one I showed you, only way more than just one. Just stuff about how I’m pretty and everything, whatever, right? Eddie was with me when I got the one today, and he was just asking me about the note. Nothing major at all.” 

“Why does Eddie care about love notes?” Dustin asked. “Who are they from? Is he jealous?”

“They’re anonymous, just like the first one,” you told him. “I don’t know who’s writing them or why… Well, why, obviously they like me, but—”

“Can I see one?” Dustin asked. 

“Fuck off!” you huffed with a smile. “No, you cannot, that’s personal and private.”

“But Eddie read one.”

“Because he grabbed it from my hand,” you told him. “Eddie doesn’t care about personal and private, you know that.”

“So why did he ask to talk to you privately, if he doesn’t care about private?” Dustin asked. 

“I don’t know,” you said. Annoyance was starting to bubble in your stomach, and you rolled your eyes. “You’re asking too many questions, you’re starting to act like you’re my little brother. See if I ever bring you to McDonalds after school again.” 

Dustin didn’t seem satisfied with the way you suddenly ended the conversation, but he didn’t pry any further. The rest of the car ride was mostly silent, save for Dustin thanking you when you got him home, and he added, “If you find out who’s sending those notes, let me know, okay? I’m invested in the mystery now.” 

“Sure thing, Dusty,” you told him. “I’ll see you later.” 

The rest of the evening was slow as you waited. You had no idea when Eddie would show up or in what fashion, and you tried to distract yourself until you could see him. You finished your homework, you watched television with your parents, you did everything you could think of, and no Eddie. You knew he wasn’t the type to show up at your front door, holding flowers or something cheesy like that, but you didn’t know exactly what to expect. 

Your answer came after you went to bed, around midnight. You had given up hope of Eddie actually showing up, and your heart raced in your chest. Did he mean it? Did he mean any of it? Or was he just playing a prank, kissing you and fucking with you for fun? It didn’t seem like the type of guy that Eddie was, but your anxiety didn’t let you think any differently. 

You had already settled in bed, trying not to cry because of the whole ordeal, but a light tinkling on your window made you look up from your pillow. It wasn’t raining, you knew that much, and you slowly got out of bed and went to your window. The streetlight cast a shadow through your curtains, and your heart soared when you recognized Eddie’s frizzy curls in silhouette. 

Quickly, you threw back your curtains and were met with Eddie’s smiling face, and you wrenched open the window to get him inside. “My parents are asleep,” you told him softly. “But they’re upstairs.” 

“Good to know,” Eddie said, his smile still a mile wide, and he climbed through your window and wrenched it back closed. Finally, with a sigh, he turned to you, and he, sighing, said, “Sorry I’m late, sweetheart. I had some shit I had to deal with.” 

“It’s fine,” you told him. “You’re here now, that’s what matters.” 

“Glad to hear it,” Eddie said, and he stepped closer, into your space. “Can I please kiss you?” 

“Oh, is that what you wanna do?” you asked with a cheeky smile, and Eddie rolled his eyes playfully. 

“Well, yeah,” he said. He took your hand and pulled you into his body, and he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, making you giggle. “I didn’t sneak in your window at midnight just to shoot the shit, you know? B-But we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” 

“I know,” you assured him. “What if, umm… I-I want to do stuff with you, y’know? I just… I just want you to know…” 

“Know what, princess?” Eddie asked softly. He led you over to the bed and he sat on the edge, and you were quick to straddle his waist and lay a kiss on his mouth. He didn’t hesitate to kiss back, his tongue snaking into your mouth once more, and his hands went comfortably to your waist, his fingers digging under the waistband of your pajama pants to feel your skin. His hand was still cold from the night outside, and you shivered as his hand ghosted around to the front of your pants. “What do you wanna tell me?” 

“I-I mean, you probably figured this out,” you stammered. “I haven’t ever had a boyfriend and guys at school don’t particularly like me, but, umm…” 

“Baby,” Eddie started, his hands readjusting to sit lightly on your ass. “Are you a virgin?” 

You sighed heavily. “I’m sorry,” you said, and Eddie shook his head quickly, his eyebrows knitting together. 

“No, no, don’t be sorry,” he told you. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m not upset, baby, I promise.” 

“Do you still wanna…” you started, and Eddie started nodding before you could even finish your sentence. 

“Yes, I do,” he told you. “Very much so.” His hands remained gentle on your ass as he leaned forward and buried his face in your neck, and you couldn’t help but giggle as he kissed over a sensitive spot. “Oh, right there?” he asked as you playfully batted at his head, but then he placed his mouth over the spot and sucked hard, definitely hard enough to leave a mark. 

A gasp left your mouth at the intense feeling that washed through you, and your hands clutched hard at the shoulders of Eddie’s jackets. “Eddie,” you uttered, unable to think of anything more profound to say as you felt heat pooling between your legs. “F-Fuck, Eddie.” 

“I know, princess,” Eddie said softly. “Does that feel good? You like it?”

“Love it,” you told him, and you giggled again when he kissed the spot. 

“Oh, I knew you were sensitive,” Eddie chuckled. “Fuck, I love that. Y’know, I meant it when I wrote that you were beautiful. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” 

“Shut up,” you said, but Eddie silenced your protests by pressing his teeth into your sweet spot, drawing another gasp from your throat. 

“I won’t,” Eddie mumbled against your neck. “You’re gorgeous, princess. I’ve wanted you for so long.” 

“Have you ever…” you started, unsure how exactly to phrase the question. It burned at your chest though, and you knew that you had to expel it somehow. “Umm… I don’t know… Jerked off? To me?”

Eddie laughed, then, seeing that you were serious, cleared his throat. “I mean,” he began. “I have, yeah. Is that weird?” 

Your heart thumped inside your chest, and you swallowed thickly. You liked the answer and the thought of it, and you shook your head at him. “I don’t think it’s weird,” you told him. “I just… Wanted to know, I guess.” 

“Now you know, baby,” Eddie said. “Have you ever masturbated to me?” 

You shook your head. “I don’t really know how to do it,” you admitted, feeling foolish for your lack of knowledge. 

Eddie’s eyes softened as he cooed at you. “Aw, my sweet girl,” he whispered softly. “I can show you how.” 

“You know how?” you asked, and Eddie shrugged. 

“I know a little bit more than you do,” Eddie told you, and he tapped your temple with a ringed finger. “Silly thing. Get on your back, princess.”

You scrambled off of Eddie’s lap as your pussy did yummy little flips, and you settled yourself against your pillows as Eddie followed. He pressed his hips between your legs, settling himself right against you, and you squirmed a little at the feel of his cool belt buckle touching the inside of your thigh. Eddie swiped a quick kiss on your lips, and his fingers expertly twisted in your pajama shorts and tugged them down your legs slowly. “God, you’re gorgeous,” Eddie whispered under his breath, his eyes soaking up the sight of you. 

“Shut up,” you mumbled, pressing your hands to your face, and Eddie wrapped his long fingers around your wrists and tugged them away, pressing your wrists into the bed beside your head. 

“No, princess, I won’t,” Eddie told you. “I’ve wanted you for months, I only started the letters after Dustin told me I should—”

“Dustin?” you exclaimed. “This was his idea? He was begging me to tell him this afternoon!” 

“No, no, it was my idea,” Eddie said quickly. “He just encouraged me. But he knew; he always knew.”

“That little shit!” you laughed. “He was doing a good job of acting innocent.”

“Sounds like someone I know,” Eddie chuckled, his brown eyes flashing mischievously, and he pressed his hand to your pussy, the only thing separating you being the thin fabric of your panties. “Only you aren’t acting.” 

“Eddie, baby,” you whimpered, and Eddie put a quick, silencing kiss on your lips. 

“I know, princess,” he said, pouting. “You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He didn’t wait for you to answer; he slipped one of his fingers inside your panties and felt down your leaking slit until his fingertip nudged your hole. Your hips bucked down into your mattress with shock, and Eddie kissed you again. 

“Pay attention,” Eddie told you. “I’m gonna teach you how to do this, okay?” You nodded quickly, and Eddie’s finger glided back up to the top of your cunt. With two fingers, he carefully spread your lips, and his middle finger expertly pressed against a sensitive spot of your flesh. You gasped at the shock of pleasure it sent into your legs, and Eddie grinned. “That’s your clit, baby, okay? Touch that, and be nice with it. Show me what a fast learner you are.” 

“How do I touch it?” you asked, and Eddie lightly circled the pad of his finger along your clit.

“Play with it,” he told you. “Circle it around, like this. Or this…” His finger started differently then, a motion almost like a light flicking towards your belly. That made your hips jut down again, and Eddie chuckled deep in his chest. “Just like that. Show me, baby, touch your clit for me.” 

Your hand shook as you lowered it down your body, and Eddie flopped himself beside you, undoing his belt as he watched you. Your finger definitely felt clumsier than Eddie’s did, a little softer than his too, but your reacted the same way as you copied the flicking motion he had done; you squirmed under your own touch, playing with your clit until you felt it throb with every pass of blood through your veins. 

“Yeah,” Eddie breathed, his eyes hungrily watching you. “Just like that, princess, I knew you were a fast learner. Keep doing that…” He trailed off, and he was quick to press his mouth to your neck, finding your sensitive little sweet spot again. The throbbing became too much to ignore as he kissed and sucked at your neck, and you finally let out a little whimper. 

“Oh, good,” Eddie whispered in your ear. “Just what I like to hear. So, you can masturabte like that, princess, or…” he paused and lightly let his fingers touch you again, this time circling your leaking hole. Then slowly, he pressed his first finger inside you, past your lips and into your pussy. You whimpered at the odd intrusion, loving every second of it, and Eddie’s kisses touched your neck again. “You can add your fingers. Fuck, you’re tight, aren’t you?” 

Shocks rocked your belly as Eddie’s finger went deeper inside you, deeper than you thought possible, until his knuckle was resting right against your hole, the bull-shaped ring pressing cooly against you. “See, isn’t that nice?” Eddie said softly. “God, you’re so soft.” 

You couldn’t help but whine his name, just a quiet mumble of “Eddie”, and he kissed your neck softly to silence you. “Rub your clit, princess,” Eddie whispered in your ear. “I can make you feel so good.”

You did as he told you, your fingers clumsily playing with the sensitive nerve again, and Eddie curled his finger inside you, pressing the soft pad of his finger into that spongy nerve inside you. A small gasp issued from your mouth, and Eddie’s kisses on your neck became deeper, adding the tips of his teeth, nipping softly at your skin. With the biting at your neck, the stimulation on your clit, and Eddie touching that spot inside you, the experience was almost overwhelming, and you turned your face away from Eddie to keep him from seeing the tears in your eyes. 

“No, no, princess,” Eddie said, and his free hand lightly touched your cheek, turning you back to him. “Baby, why’re you crying? Are you okay?” 

You sniffled and nodded. “J-Just feels good,” you stammered. “I-I’m okay.”

“Do we need to stop?” Eddie asked, his face etched in concern. 

“No!” you cried. “Don’t stop, Eddie, please don’t stop.” 

Eddie nodded, satisfied with your answer, and your chest warmed at his sentiments. He was worried about you. You loved that he had noticed that something was wrong and immediately asked after you. It was endearing, and only proved to you how much he liked you. Or, as he had said as he read the letter… “Do you love me, Ed?” you whispered. 

“Of course I do, princess,” Eddie told you, kissing your cheek. “I’m crazy for you, you’re my special girl.”

“Okay,” you whispered. “I just wanted to know.”

“Do you love me?” Eddie asked, and you looked at him to see his eyes wide and owlish, hopeful for a good answer. 

“Yeah,” you told him. “I love you, Eddie, I really do.” 

“Good, I’m glad to hear that,” Eddie laughed, seeming almost nervous, like he hadn’t expected you to say that. “Are you okay if I add another finger? Will that be too much?” 

“Please,” you told him. As good as his finger felt, you wanted more. You needed more, you needed as much as Eddie was willing to give you. “Eddie—”

He added his second finger inside you without much warning, and the stretch made you whimper in pain. It was painful exactly, but it burned, and you writhed under his grip. “I know, baby,” Eddie pouted. “It feels weird, I’m sorry. But it’ll be better soon, it’ll all feel better soon.” 

Slowly, his fingers worked to fuck you, gently sliding in and out of you as his fingertips grazed that spot inside you. All the while, you were still clumsily playing with your clit. It felt good, but you knew that Eddie could make it a hundred times better, and you whispered, “E-Eddie, oh, fuck… Touch me, Eddie, please, please…”

“Where do you want me to touch you?” Eddie asked. “Use your words, princess, where do you want me?” 

“Touch my clit,” you mewled, your back arching in time with him driving his fingers home inside you. You cried out at the pleasure that hit your belly, and you grabbed hard at your bedsheets. “Eddie!” 

“Shh, princess,” Eddie whispered, laughing lightly. “Don’t want your parents hearing you.” His free hand lightly nudged yours away, though, and his skilled fingers started in on your clit, rubbing it better than you ever could. Your pussy throbbed as he started, clenching around his fingers, and Eddie smiled. “Yes, baby, good girl,” he mumbled. “Are you close? Are you gonna cum on my fingers?” 

Your mind felt cooked, not wanting to work or form words coherently, and you could only manage to whisper, “Eddie.”

“I think that’s a yes,” Eddie chuckled. “Come on, baby, just tell me before you cum. You’re such a good girl, I can’t wait to get inside you.” 

The reminder of what was yet to come made your stomach do flips, and you moaned softly as his fingers sped up. With his speed came a new sensation, one that made your thighs and legs shake, and you whimpered out and turned your head to press your mouth to his. Eddie kissed you back instantly, kissing you hard, his tongue snaking into your mouth, and he fucked you on his fingers, the wet sounds of your pussy almost worringly loud. 

A jolt of electricity hit your body, making your toes curl, and you moaned into Eddie’s warm mouth. “Eddie,” you gasped. “You’re gonna make me cum—”

“Do it, baby,” Eddie told you. “Cum, baby, you can do it.”

He only had to fuck you once more, his thumb rubbing your clit harshly and quickly, and you covered your mouth with your hand to stifle your moan as you gushed all over his fingers. He watched you greedily, drinking up the sight of you as you shook and writhed under his touch, and he carefully pulled his fingers from inside you. Your bedroom was lit only by your bedside lamp, but you could still see your cum glistening on his fingers, and you watched as he licked at his fingers, cleaning himself up. “Good girl,” he whispered, his free hand smoothing down your hair. “You did so well, I’m proud of you. Mmm, and you taste so good too.”

“Will you fuck me?” you asked, and Eddie smiled. 

“Not tonight, princess,” he told you, and your eyebrows furrowed as you whined. “Oh, don’t start with that, baby. It’s your first time, and I want it to be special. I wanna take you on a date and do all that cheesy shit before I really take your virginity. Okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered. “I love you, Ed.”

“I love you too, princess,” Eddie said. “C’mere, I wanna hold you.” 

You squirmed closer to Eddie, and you pulled your panties back on as his arm snaked around your waist. He smelled good, like cheap cologne, and you turned and buried your face in his chest. His hand soothingly rubbed your back, lightly scratching with his dull fingernails, and you licked your lips as a question came to you. “Does Dustin really know about the letters?” you asked, and Eddie smiled.

“I never let him help write them,” Eddie said. “He doesn’t know what they say. I don’t even think he knew that I did it all the time, I think he only knew of the first one.” 

“He’s such a little shit,” you giggled. “I’m gonna kill him.” 

“Not if I do it first,” Eddie said, and he pressed a kiss to your head. 

“Maybe we can kill Dustin together?” you offered, and Eddie laughed, a genuine thing deep in his chest. 

“Whatever you want, princess,” Eddie told you. “I’d do anything for you.” 

“Nydia, the Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii” | 1859 | carved by Randolph Rogers 🌬

You should write more about that first part of those headcanons 💚

anon i literally thought you were riley because she asked me to do the exact same thing .2 seconds after she read them y’all are kindred spirits i swear

but anyways I hope you like this!! one tall glass of shane juice just for ya babes. putting a cut because this got hella long. chug that spicy fluff ladies x

It’s the end of autumn, and Marnie has asked Shane to look over Jas for the night. Jas is absolutely elated.

“Sleepover! Sleepover! Sleepover!” she chants, jumping up and down on the couch.

Shane chuckles, bringing out plates of pizza slices for them into the living room.

“It’s not a sleepover if we already live together, squirt,” he teases her.

Jas pouts at him. “Yes it is!” she insists.

He huffs. “Fine, you know what, if you want this to be a sleepover, let’s make it one. Just please don’t tell aunt Marnie I heated up pizza instead of the soup she left for us.”

Jas giggles. “Promise I won’t tell,” she tries to wink but just ends up blinking. “Pinky swear!” she adds, holding out her pinky and waving it at him.

Shane easily grabs her pinky with his. “I’ll hold you to it,” he says with a faked seriousness.

He pops in the movie into the player, some animated film about dancing sister princesses. If he didn’t go to Jas’s room regularly, he wouldn’t remember the last time he saw so much pink. He doesn’t mind, though; Jas is delighted, which is all that matters. 

They finish their pizza pretty quickly, and Jas nestles into his side on the couch. He puts his arm around her, a swell of pride burgeoning inside. She’s so tiny, her breaths so small. He forgets sometimes. 

They are halfway through the movie when someone knocks at the door.

“Who is it?” Jas asks, looking up at him.

“I don’t know,” he answers, frowning as he checks the time. “Don’t worry, I’m going to go check and be right back. You can tell me what I missed when I get back,” he ruffles the top of her head.

She giggles, before focusing back on the movie. He gets up with a grunt, stretching out. His steps are lazy as he makes his way to the door. The knocks come again.

“Yeah, yeah, coming,” he mutters.

He swings the door open, and is shocked to see you there.

“What are you doing here so late?” he asks, confused.

You take a second to answer, blinking at him. “Why hello Shane, good to see you too,” you grimace.

He sighs and scratches his cheek, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry. I, uh, nice to see you. But why am I seeing you, exactly? Weren’t you… mad at me?”

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Headcanons For Being A Student And Dating Professor Remus Lupin

request: Can you do headcannons for professor lupin x student reader?

Note: You are of age in this!!

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The two of you met while on the Hogwarts Express, finding no other cart to sit in but his - he was asleep, anyways.

The ride to Hogwarts was quiet, Lupin’s quiet breaths being the only sound within the cart until screams were heard down the hall of the train.

It got very cold all of a sudden and you shivered, wrapping your coat around you tighter as you noticed a raggedy-looking black figure hovering over the door to the compartment.

Gasping, you shuffled closer to the windows of the cart as you realized the figure was coming into the room, hiding your face in your coat.

“Expecto Patronum!” a voice yelled, propelling the figure out of the train entirely

You looked at the once-sleeping man, a smile now on his face “Professor Lupin, at your service. I’m the new DADA Professor.”

You were so lucky that you decided to take DADA that year, blushing at his introduction, then introducing yourself to your new teacher.

The rest of the train ride, the two of you shared pieces of chocolate and he taught you all about what dementors were and how he dispelled them.

If you were shaking after the incident, Remus would sit next to you and hold your hands tight, reminding you that the dementor was no longer there.

Hopping off the train, he’d wink at you and say that he’d see you around - you failed to mention you were taking his class.

First day of classes, he was a bit surprised to see you right in the front, face becoming a bit red but he continued on throughout his lessons.

After the Boggarts lesson, you’d ask Professor Lupin for a bit more practice after class, and you were sirius (lol serious, sirius, get it?)

He’d be all for it, training you in the courtyard after hours and praising you for every little thing you did

Remus would be beaming, so proud of how far along you’ve come in his class; every time you’d look back at him for dispelling your Boggart, he’d always have a smile on his face.

“Look at you, my star student! Did you see that? Merlin, I could not be prouder.” “Really, Professor?” “Really.”

Remus would slowly start off with kisses on the head, nothing too affectionate. When he’d teach you things further advanced than the rest of the class, then he’d give you kisses on both your cheeks, face beaming.

Until you get yourself into trouble with the Golden Trio and he finds you in the Whomping Willow with them.

He scolds you first, even before Harry and the others, which actually surprises himself.

Would drag you back to Hogwarts himself (let’s pretend it wasn’t a full moon and he didn’t transform bc why not) and say how angry he was with you, going overprotective.

Once he closes the door to his classroom, he overlooks you for injuries, just making sure you’re okay until you smack his shoulder, “Remus, I’m fine!” “Just making sure, darling, what you did was pretty stupid.”

He’d look you in the eyes after calling you darling, testing the waters. You’d smile at him, making him chuckle as he’d touch your nose with his, leaning in to give you a kiss.

From then on, you two would be extremely careful about your relationship - for obvious reasons, nobody knows about it. On the outside, it just looks like a great bond between a student and a teacher (and there is nothing wrong with that!!!!)

Remus would be so careful with you, literally and metaphorically. He’d take care of you for every little thing and would brush your hair out of your face, making sure you weren’t hurt or in pain.

He’d also be careful about how much attention he paid you - he could play favorites, but not girlfriend favorites.

If you ever asked a question in class, he’d smile big and give you praise - but it’d mean more. During a test, he’d make sure to lay a hand on your back or shoulder. If you come to his desk, Remus would put a hand on your lower back, making sure no other student could see it.

Would scootch closer to you to smell your perfume or hair, smiling to himself as you’d shiver.

Looked for you during his free period and shockingly, both of your free’s lined up. Usually, you’d be in the Potions classroom with Snape’s permission.

The two of them cared for you as a student - but Remus more than Snape - so Severus wouldn’t be annoyed whenever Remus would help you with Potions or just hanging out with you. The three of you would have lovely conversations, actually; the tension between them was almost nonexistent to you but not for them.

If you were in the library, he’d make it seem like he was helping you with understanding the material. Would definitely hold your thigh under the table, his thumb rubbing smooth circles on your skin.

Remus would be the type of guy, further in the relationship, to tell you to wear your skirt shorter one day just so he could get a good look - without being suspicious or demeaning towards you.

If you played Quidditch, he’d cheer the loudest for you, being a supportive boyfriend. The staff wouldn’t think anything weird of it - just him being proud of one of his best students.

If not, he’d steal glances to you during the game just to see your face light up at a certain play.

Remus would take you on dates in Hogsmeade, but only in secluded parts where other students/teachers wouldn’t be able to find you two. Either it be a picnic or a restaurant, he’d make you laugh the entire time and hold your hand.

Kind of shy about PDA but would give you lots of kisses in private and would brush your hands if you walked past each other in the Hogwarts halls.

Would whisper that he loves you whenever he got the chance.

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Vanilla

A/N: this man has consumed my every thought- someone please send help…and holy water.

Summary: Eddie is the school freak, but you have a theory that that’s the only place he’s 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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“My ears, guys! My innocent ears!” Dustin yelled, hands thrown up in disgust.

“All I said was I didn’t think Eddie was very kinky, is all,” you defended yourself.

“Gross!” 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 theory…well there was one way…but 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.

“Why don’t you just ask Eddie?” Lucas suggested.

“Ask Eddie what?” Eddie himself asked, finally joining the group.

“Nothing!” You shouted.

The group chuckled to themselves while Eddie eyed you all suspiciously.

“Uh okay, shall we begin then?” He asked. Everyone nodded and he took his seat on the throne. You couldn’t deny how good he looked sitting there, in control of the entire group. You couldn’t help but think about him having control over you in other situations, maybe even having sit on his throne while you su-

“Earth to (Y/N)!” Dustin yelled, snapping you out of your trance. Everyone was staring at you, waiting for you to roll the dice.

“Shit, sorry.” 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 everyone’s 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.

“Eddie, what’s up?”

“I 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 you’d want to come by and watch it with me,” he said almost nervously. You smiled at the sweet man and nodded immediately.

“Yeah, I’d love that. Just let me run home real quick and I’ll meet you at your place, yeah?”

“Sounds like a plan,” 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 wasn’t home and his van was there so you figured he just fell asleep.

“Eddie? Eds, are you here?” 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. “Jesus, Eddie! You scared me shitless!”

“My apologies, m’lady,” he said quietly. “Although you should be the one apologizing. You’ve greatly wounded me, (Y/N).” You tried to break free from his grasp but his arm was firm.

“What are you talking about, weirdo?” Your heart was racing as you waited for his answer.

“I heard that you think I’m vanilla and I’m very offended,” he said. Your stomach dropped and you swore vengeance on every one of those loud mouth nerds in the club.

“Eddie, I was joking,” you tried to laugh and move away, but once again his grip tightened.

“What makes you think I’m not a freak in the sheets, princess?” 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 didn’t 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. “I asked you a question.”

“I-I don’t know. I just know you’re not actually his hard-ass, freaky weirdo like everyone makes you out to be so I figured you’d be a gentleman in bed as well,” you admitted. You figured this was just some joke he was playing on you but you couldn’t stop the effect it was having on you.

“So you’ve thought about me in bed?” He asked, the cockiness evident in his voice.

“No!” He took the hand from your throat and swatted your ass.

“Don’t lie, sweetheart.”

“F-fine, yes,” you said.

“What did you think about?”

“Eddie-” He turned you around finally and and backed you against the wall.

“Tell me no right now and I’ll stop,” 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.

“I didn’t say no,” you said. He looked at you and said nothing so you repeated yourself. “I didn’t say to stop, Munson. Unless you’re just all talk and no action, proving my theory to be correct.”

Confidence appeared once more in his wolffish grin.

“Oh, baby, you’re gonna wish you never said that,” 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 couldn’t 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.

“Well are you just going to stand there or are you gonna do something?” You asked.

“I’m gonna put that sassy mouth to good use, is what I’m gonna do,” he answered. “Hands out in front of you.”

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.

“Open, pretty girl.” 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. “I’m gonna have to fuck some obedience into you, aren’t I?”

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.

“Hmm that’s much better,” 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.

“That’s your only warning, princess. Don’t move them again.” 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. “Good girl.”

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.

“So greedy,” 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. “So gorgeous. Do you know how long I’ve thought about this? Of the things I’ve wanted to do to you?”

“Don’t tell me what you want to do, show me,” you said. You brought your hands down without thinking and he grabbed them.

“Bad girl,” he smirked.

“But-”

“No buts, sweetheart, you disobeyed me.” You rolled your eyes at his comment and you saw his gaze darken. He didn’t 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.

“Eddie, you haven’t even kissed me yet,” 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.

“Good things happen to good girls, and you’ve been bad. So be a good girl and just focus on my fingers fucking that tight little cunt.” 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.

“What the fu-”

“Only good girls get to cum.” 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. “That was for moving your hands when I told you not to.” His pace quickened, his thumb circling your sensitive nerve once more. “Have you been a good girl since?”

“Yes, Eddie! Please!” You begged. You could feel your walls fluttering again, praying he would let you cum this time. You were almost there when-

“Ah, ah, ah. But you tried to kiss me,” he said, pulling his fingers from you.

“Fuck you, Munson,” you cried at the loss of contact.

“Hmm that wasn’t very nice, (Y/N). I think that earned you one more time,” he said with a smirk, bringing his fingers back but not touching you.

“No, please! I’m sorry!” You quickly said. “Please, I’ll be good just fuck me.” 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 could’ve sworn it was a dream but no dream he had had before was ever as good as this.

“You’re that desperate for my cock, princess? You want me to fill you up?” He asked, lining up with your entrance.

“Fuck, yes, Eddie. I’ve wanted that for so long,” you told him. He pushed just the tip in and paused.

“How long?”

“Fuck, since I met you.” He pushed in a little more, making you moan.

“And do you still think I’m vanilla?”

“Jesus Christ, Eddie. No, you’re not vanilla!” 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 didn’t know you were going to cum he wouldn’t stop. But Eddie was smarter than that. He could tell by the way your breathing changed and your cunt tightened that you were close.

“Hold on for me, baby girl. Not yet,” 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.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he moaned. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum on my cock.” 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.

“Open up for me again, pretty girl,” he said, cock pressed to your lips. You eagerly took him in your mouth and sucked him off. He didn’t 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 didn’t want to risk the embarrassment if that was nothing more than a one time thing for him. Maybe that’s why he didn’t kiss you until the end, because kissing was too intimate for a fling.

Your inner turmoil must’ve been apparent on your face because when Eddie turned to look at you he could tell something was up.

“You know, people usually look happier after sex,” he chuckled. “Was that okay? Was I too much? I would’ve stopped if I knew-”

“No, it was great! You were great! I was just lost in my thoughts is all,” you said.

“I’m surprised you can form any thoughts after that five star fucking,” he smirked. You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“You’re good, Munson, but not that good.”

“Is that so?” He asked with an exaggerated gasp. He rolled over so that he was half on top of you. “I’ll just have to do better next time.”

“Sooo… there’s gonna be a next time?” You asked nervously. He reached a hand up to caress your face.

“I would really like there to be a next time. And a time after that and a time after that,” he said. You smiled and he kissed you, slow and sweet. “I’ve liked you for a really long time, I just never had the guts to say anything because you’re like way out of my league.”

“You’re such an idiot, Eddie,” you laughed.

“It’s 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 it’s 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.”

“Well for starters we’re gonna need new club members because I’m going to kill all of them for being loud mouthed assholes,” you sighed. “I was actually really disappointed when you never asked me out. I figured you just didn’t like me that way and just saw me as one of your nerdy friends.”

“Dustin 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 you’ll be my nerdy girlfriend?” He asked, eyes filled with hope.

“I’d love to, Eddie.” He kissed you again and you melted into him. You never thought you’d 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.

“So you have a thing for freaks, huh?” He asked with a smirk.

“If that’s as kinky as you can get, I’d hardly call you a freak,” you challenged. He raised his eyebrows at your statement then chuckled darkly.

“Oh baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

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| loki x reader | fluff | smut |

anon requested. Loki and Queen!reader??? Like they get married and she’s nervous about being queen? And he comforts her and maybe they have some fluffy smut & Dom!Loki with sub!reader (with daddy kink) after he proposes to her, keeps calling her his queen

“They’ll love you,” Loki promised, looking down at the kingdom from his balcony high overhead.

“What if they don’t?” You questioned, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

“The queen of Asgard will not doubt her worth,” Loki corrected you fiercely, tilting your chin up.

The breeze blew through your gown, golden fabric swirling around you. You may not have felt royal, but Loki made sure you looked the part. He’d adorned you in gold and diamonds, with peeks of green, so you looked unmistakably his. 

“My queen, they love you already,” Loki smiled as those who saw you from below bowed and waved.

“I’m not your queen yet,” you reminded him softly, running your fingers along the railing of the balcony.

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Loki had proposed to you during the midsommar festival. You were dressed in white, flowers woven in your hair, and you were out in the gardens, celebrating with the Asgardian subjects.

He’d gotten down on one knee, producing a ring with a delicate diamond. His proposal was straight out of a romance novel, genuine and sweet, begging you to be his.

The whole kingdom had celebrated your engagement, festivities lasting days. Everyone loved you, and everyone was excited to see you on the throne next to their king. Little girls had taken your hands and danced with you, pushing you toward Loki so he could kiss you.

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“Come to bed, Loki,” you whispered against his back, your arms around his defined waist.

“I’ll be there in a few moments. Go rest,” he gently pushed you toward the bedroom, kissing your temple.

“I can’t sleep without you.”

“You’re making excuses,” Loki accused, though he followed you inside, closing the balcony doors.

“Maybe. But I’m nervous.”

His gaze softened, and he took your hands. 

“Come here,” Loki’s voice was quiet, and he pulled you to his chest, kissing your head. 

“Do you have your doubts about marrying me?” Loki asked seriously, his hand holding your jaw and tilting your head up to look at him. 

“Doubts about you? Never. I’m nervous about stepping into royalty. I would never doubt you,” you wrapped your fingers around his wrist, pushing up on your toes to kiss him. 

“How can I settle your fears?” Loki asked, and you shook your head, at a loss. You supposed you just needed to push forward, to step into it. You wanted to be brave, but the thought of ruling a kingdom was daunting.

“You are not alone. You will rule by my side, Y/N. From this moment forward, you will never be alone again,” Loki’s voice was full of certainty, and your doubts dissipated.

Your hand went around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. His lips were soft against yours, but even in his gentleness, he was authoritative and dominating. You were melting into him, letting him manhandle you to the bed. He kissed your shoulder as he slid your gown from your body, letting it fall in a pile on the floor at your feet. His hands smoothed along the curves of your body, touching you before your back hit the sheets. 

“Still nervous?”

“Just a little bit,” you answered, tilting your head back as he kissed along the underside of your jaw, down the column of your throat. 

“Then let me distract your anxious mind. Submit to me darling, let me take all of you, even the negative thoughts and the doubt,” Loki murmured, his ocean eyes boring into yours. 

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered, a smile pulling at your lips. 

Your god grinned, meeting you in a kiss before hauling you up to your knees. Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, unsure of what he was planning. You’d expected your legs to be put over his shoulders– his preferred position, as he could hit you in the deepest places that way. 

“What are you doing to me?” you giggled softly. 

He moved to kneel behind you, a mirror appearing at the end of your bed. You gasped and leaned back into his chest, looking up at him. 

“I want you to watch, to see how regal you look with your god filling you,” his lips were hot against your ear. Loki touched your head, a crown of gold and emeralds appearing on top of your hair. 

He hauled you back onto his lap, hooking your arms around his neck. Your lashes parted and you watched him slowly fill you, sinking down onto him. Your reflection peered back at you, your body flushed, with pale hands sliding up to squeeze your chest. A whimper escaped your lips, making Loki thrust upward into you. Your fingers tangled into his soft curls, and he smiled, mouthing along your shoulder as he bounced your body on top of his, bringing his hips up to meet yours, repeatedly filling you. 

“Look at you, my queen, getting absolutely ruined on my cock. You look beautiful, darling, and I wish to see you like this forever,” Loki breathed against your neck, his eyes locked on yours in the mirror. 

“Yes, daddy, it feels heavenly,” you cried, your head dropping forward.

“No, I want you to watch.” 

Loki’s delicate hand closed around your throat, holding your head up, making you watch him fuck you. He squeezed gently, restricting your breathing as he mouthed at the tender spot on your neck that always made you weak.

You watched him repeatedly disappear inside of you, your abdomen distending with the outline of him. The sight had you soaked, allowing Loki to fuck you with ease.

Pressure slowly started to build between your hips, encouraged by Loki throbbing inside of you. 

“Daddy, I’m close, please,” you begged softly as his grip lightened on your throat, allowing you to speak. 

“I’m going to help you, just relax, darling,” he gritted, increasing the pace of his thrusts, moving quicker as he tore into your quim. You gripped his curls tightly as he dropped his other hand to your sex, drawing tiny shapes on your clit. 

Your thighs were trembling, draped over either side of his. His lap was slick with your arousal, your sex messy and wild. 

“Open your eyes,” Loki commanded, feeling you begin to spasm around him. 

You forced yourself to obey, witnessing your own orgasm in the mirror, along with his as he spilled into you. His body was cool against yours, contrasting the heat that burned through every inch of your skin. Even as he came, he was strong enough to hold you up, keeping you against his chest.

“I love you,” you stammered out, and Loki turned your head so he could kiss you. His lips were forceful against yours, fingers cradling your jaw, and an arm around your torso. 

“My beautiful, beautiful wife.”

“Wife-to-be,” you corrected him softly, earning another kiss meant to shut you up. 

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You stood at the throne, a wedding ring around your finger and a crown on your head. You were adorned in the finest gown, hand-sewn by Asgardian women, all excited to make a wedding dress for their new queen. 

Loki’s hand was in yours, standing before a court of your subjects, all bowing on their knees. You’d recited their traditional vows, gone through the ceremony, and now you were being recognized as their new ruler. 

“Thank you, it is my honor to serve you,” your voice echoed through the golden halls, and a hum of approval echoed back. 

“Now, for the real festivities,” Loki announced. 

A festival commenced, the kingdom exploding in cheers and excitement. The halls were filled with dancing and feasts, all in celebration of your marriage. Loki spun you around to music, your gown swirling around your feet like a halo. Your laughter filled the room, mixing with Loki’s. When your body twisted back into his chest, he dipped you down in a kiss. 

“Queen of Asgard!” Loki cried, your subjects chanting your title after him and tossing flowers into the air. 

in my mind remus have a BIG breeding kink

YES YES YES!!!

remmy would have the biggest fucking breeding kink.

even when you were still in hogwarts, every time you fucked, he’d beg to go bare. you were on birth control, so you were mostly safe, but that lingering 2% that it’d fail always got to him.

he’d always be muttering stuff in your ear while he fucked you.

“want me to fuck my pups into you?”

“gonna look so pretty with your belly all swollen with my babies.”

and don’t even get me started when you’re out of hogwarts and discus children, that man would lock you away in his bedroom for days just to fuck you, coming inside of you over and over and over again until the test shows up positive.