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Love, and Other Drugs

An Eddie Munson x Female Reader fic

A/N: Boy, I'm excited for this one. Dedicated to @pluvialpoet and a special shout out to her for making that very, very pretty picture above ❤❤

Synopsis: You're curious about getting high.

Warnings: (18+) Recreational drug use (weed), Smut, both characters are over 18, kissing, spit play, choking, clothes ripping, Perv!Eddie, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, boob play, slight panty kink, one single mention of anal play.

You were nervous. Pacing at the door with short strides, waiting and waiting and waiting.

Where was he? Why was he taking so long? Should you call? What if he'd already left home?

You sigh, trying to figure out why you were agonising so much about this.

.

Getting high had been your idea.

You were curious as to why your ex-boyfriend had called it the 'Devil's Lettuce,' and why everyone in Hawkins despised Eddie Munson.

Eddie had been a distant friend at first, but you became much more closer after your split from Jason Carver. Mostly, it had started as a way to piss Jason off, but after actually attending one of Eddie's gigs, you realised that you genuinely enjoyed his company. You hung out with him more now, not for the shock value, but for him.

Eddie...well, Eddie loved that he could piss the head jock off and hang out with his long-time crush all at once. It didn't matter that you were using him to make Jason jealous, as long as you came over after school sometimes and listened to records in his bed, tapping your feet to the music while he weighed out small baggies of weed.

He'd laugh at your jokes and you'd listen to him work through D&D campaigns for sessions and when you'd fallen asleep against him that one time, he'd stayed perfectly still, squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled your vanilla perfume for long minutes.

His mouth had watered when he'd felt your warm pussy against his thigh, your skirt had ridden up, and Eddie had gotten hard with the abundance of terrible thoughts.

Though you'd been close friends for a couple of months, you'd never asked to get high, and he'd never done it in front of you. It had only made you more and more curious about why people were either strongly for, or strongly against it.

.

Two days ago:

"Just let me try it once Eds! And I'll even pay for it if you want."

He laughs, leaning his head back kicking one of his booted legs onto the couch.

"I don't want to be responsible for corrupting you that badly, princess." Which was a lie. All Eddie thought about daily was corrupting you.

You let out an angry huff, not even thinking when you crawl into his lap, straddling his hips with a mean expression on your face. He lifts his head in surprise.

"I'm not a baby, Eddie, I'm a big girl, and if you don't help me, I'll go straight to Reefer Rick." You threaten.

Eddie raises his eyebrows, his expression going stern and sour.

One of his hands reaches out to grip your hip harshly. He straightens till he's at eye level with you.

"Princess," Eddie starts, vice low and haunting, "I don't want you going anywhere near Reefer Rick without me you hear?"

You pout.

"Please Eds." You hum, leaning forward a little, you can feel his erection between your thighs but you ignore it in favour of resting your head on his shoulder.

"Pleaaaaaasssseeeeee?" You beg.

Eddie lets out a swear.

"Fine-" he says, and you let out a little squeal of excitement, "But only once!" He says, cutting off your excited sounds with a single finger over your mouth.

Absentmindedly, you lick the tip of his finger and he grunts, pulling it away, biting down on his lip for a second, before recovering.

"Okay? Happy? We'll do it on Saturday so you can sleep it off."

"It makes you sleepy?" You ask in a small curious voice.

He grunts.

"Sometimes... it could... or it could make you anxious, or it could give you the giggles," he watches your eyes widen, "but don't worry, we'll start small, and I'll take good care of you. Promise."

Automatically, you lift your hand, curling your fingers into a fist and extending your pinky.

He stares at it for a moment before smiling, raising a hand to lock his ringed pinky against yours.

The sight makes you wet.

.

Your parents are out of town on Saturday, visiting a distant relative of your mother's that claims to be engaged, though you're not sure what anyone would find attractive in such a mean-spirited personality.

It means though, that instead of going over to Eddie's place, you call him early on Saturday and ask if he wants to hang out at your place instead.

"What? Don't like my bed? I swear the stains are mostly bong water." Eddie chuckles over the phone.

You loved his bed. Loved the scent of him mixed in with weed and maybe some stains that were definitely not bong water.

"Don't be sour Eddie, I live closer to the pizza place in case we get hungry."

He hums.

"Fair point. I'll see you later." He agrees before you bid him goodbye.

.

Which brings you back to the present. You, pacing back and forth in front of the door waiting for your best friend and his weed stash.

It was getting late, and you didn't know Eddie to ever be late to meet you-

You're interrupted by a knock on the door.

Finally, is what you think as you unlock the door and pull it open.

He's leaning against the doorframe with a bouquet covering the lower half of his face. You know he's got a sweet smile on his face as well.

"Princess." He says from behind the bunch of flowers.

Your stomach flips, a smile grows on your face full of pure unrestrained joy. Flowers? For you? You reach for them excitedly and instead of giving them easily to you, he tugs them back a little so that you're forced to step in close to him to grab them.

You can feel the heat of his body as you lean your side against him, holding the large bouquet of wild flowers in both hands.

"They're gorgeous, Eddie. Thank you."

You feel his hand smooth over your back.

"Picked 'em myself. Wanted to get some pretty flowers for a pretty girl."

You smile, glancing away from him, unable to meet his eyes with such a soft compliment leaving his mouth.

"Come on in." You murmur, inclining your head and stepping back to let him walk past.

He'd been to your house before, and your parents were aware of your odd friendship with Eddie, but you'd never been in your room alone with him like this before. For some reason, when you let him in, you can't help but feel a low hum of arousal as you watch him look around. You find a vase for your delicate bouquet, carefully guiding the stems in as you glance at him every now and then as he looks around your room.

Everything is flowery and pink, with white curtains to accentuate the wallpaper, and similar gauzy drapes at the corners of your four-poster bed.

"You really are a princess huh?" He says looking back at you, and you smile, looking down at your feet.

"I just like pretty things Eddie, no big deal."

.

To Eddie, it was a big deal. That he was in his longtime crushes' room, that the sheets were so soft, that the rug at the centre of the room was so fuzzy that he'd kicked his boots off at the door in fear of dirtying it.

Everywhere he looked, his corrupt thoughts filtered in, until he was almost ashamed from the sick ideas racing through his head. His cock already half-hard in his pants from the scent of your perfume so distinct in the air alone.

.

You watched him watch your things, running his fingers through the dangling necklaces and running a slow hand over the little pillows in your reading nook on the windowsill and you think that you like watching him touch your stuff and maybe you want to just let him explore the entire room with his careful fingers probing through everything, learning things about you that no one else knew, touching things that no one else but you had ever touched.

His contrasting appearance with your room made you ache all the more to find a place for him, settle him among the mauve bedsheets and watch his hair drift in every direction.

You walk to the bed, flopping down and patting the spot beside you.

Eddie hadn't wanted to assume he was welcome in your bed without permission. But as he watched your silent invitation, he finds himself shedding his leather jacket easily, dropping into the spot beside you and watching your body shake with his disruption.

He smiles when you look at him, and his joy is contagious and you break into laughter with no prompt.

He raises his eyebrows.

"Somethin' funny?"

Yeah, you think, I have Eddie Munson in my bed and I'm not fucking him.

"Nothing. Nope." You continue to giggle, rolling toward him to throw a leg over his hip. He takes a deep breath of surprise that has you drawing back a little.

Eddie catches your leg before you can drift too far away, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a small mint tin, flipping the cover open to show you three blunts rolled neatly together.

"Ready?" He asks, plucking one from the tin and replacing it back in his pocket.

He holds the rolled cigarette out for you to look at between his fingers.

"You'll share it with me?" You ask eagerly, his hand smoothing over your leg that's still propped on his hip.

He makes a small hum of agreement.

"If you don't like it, we'll stop, if you don't feel good, you gotta tell me and no one has ever died from having too much of it, so don't worry about an overdose."

Your eyes widen, looking up at his stern face. You can tell he sort of doesn't completely agree with doing this, but he's still here anyway.

"And you'll stay? The whole time?"

He smiles and nods.

"Yeah. Won't leave you. Promise."

The thought alone is enough to relax you.

"Ready." You whisper to him, and he reaches for the lighter in his front pocket.

You watch, mouth going dry as he puts the blunt against his lips, focused on lighting the other end, and taking a shallow pull to get it started. His cheeks hollow a little as he pulls, and you sigh wistfully, admiring his sex appeal.

He tilts his head up to let the smoke leave his lips and you really just want to jump his bones right there.

Instead, he extends the cigarette to you, and you hum for a second, examining it between your pinched fingers before putting it to your mouth.

Your stomach tingles with the knowledge that his lips were just on the same spot, that this is some kind of weakened equivalent to kissing and maybe you really want to feel his soft lips on yours.

You pull on the blunt slowly, being familiar with smoking normal cigarettes on occasion so you sort of know how not to choke on the thick smoke entering your lungs.

You hold it for a second before you let it out, tilting your head back, parting your lips to let the smoke escape in dancing waves before you exhale.

You don't feel much different, looking at Eddie, who's eyes are warm on you. You smile, extending it to him.

He shakes his head, gripping your wrist to guide your hand back to your mouth.

"Again." He says, and you oblige, taking another slow pull from the blunt.

Only then he pulls your hand to his face, you keep the blunt steady so that he can take a long drag.

He blows the smoke into your face and you giggle. The tension in your body slowly leaving, until you're just a boneless little girl beside him.

"I don't feel much different." You whisper to him, taking another drag.

He hums.

"Give it a chance, Princess, it's your first time."

You giggle, but the sound escalates until you're full on laughing, sucking in air on heaving breaths.

"My weed virginity." You try to explain to him, so that he understands what's so funny and he responds with laughter of his own.

It's absolutely silly, but you can't stop laughing. You pause for a second to look into his eyes and you can only laugh harder, leaning in to press your head to his shoulder.

"Oh, sweetheart, you're gone." Eddie says with a laugh and you raise your head, catching hints of his cologne mixed in with the weed in the air.

"Where've I gone?" You ask in leashed horror.

He grins, taking a pull, breathing it into your face and you smile at the warm sensation across your cheeks.

"You're in the clouds, baby."

It makes you laugh, leaning into him more, pressing your nose to his neck to breathe in his scent. You can't resist rubbing your lips against his skin. Your head really feels light, everything feels easy. Unburdened by the weight of your own thoughts, you scooch closer until your body is pressed right against his.

"I'm high?" You ask, your stomach flipping at the proximity to him.

He makes an affirmative hum.

The rolled cigarette is in his hand now, and you reach for it, grabbing his wrist to guide the smoking blunt to your mouth.

Every point of contact between you and him feels so amazing. Your head on the edge of his shoulder, his wrist in your hand, your leg, half-tossed over his hip, leaning into him with enough space between you to breathe.

Your head is hazy with unfiltered thoughts when you reach up to touch his hair.

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do I want to touch you all over?"

He swallows, turning his head to look at you, his pupils blown wide.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," you sigh, sliding a finger down the tip of his nose, over his cupid's bow, down his chin and neck to the edge of his shirt, "Why does it feel so good when we touch?"

He lets out a breath of air and you smile up at him.

"It's the weed." He murmurs, "It makes you feel like that."

"No." You argue, "It's not the weed. It's you. You make me feel like this."

He takes a long drag.

"Me?" He asks, and you breathe in lungfuls of his secondhand smoke.

A smile spreads on your face.

"Yeah. You make me want it so bad. You make me so desperate for it."

"Desperate for what?"

You giggle, vision swimming for a moment before it refocuses.

"I feel like I'm floating." You whisper to him, reaching for the last of the blunt, inhaling deeply, feeling your stomach flip when Eddie leans in to pull in the smoke leaving your lips.

It's just so erotic, and you can't help letting out a little moan as you feel him so close, literally breathing in your air.

"You make me so fucking desperate too." He finally says, leaning away.

"Me?" You whisper in surprise.

He bites down on his lip nodding.

"You make me think of the worst things, you give me the nastiest thoughts all because you smile at me sometimes."

You smile at him now, feeling a little confused.

"Like what?"

Eddie swallows, you can tell he's trying not to speak.

"Tell me, Eddie, please."

.

He's never gotten high around you for a good reason. And this was it.

Eddie loses his filter when he's high, and he can't stop himself from voicing his thoughts. It's gotten him into trouble so many times and he never wanted to make things weird for you.

He lets out a long sigh.

Your eyes are wide and curious, and he can't stop those thoughts from filling his head right now.

He wants to touch you, maybe not the ways you want to touch him. Eddie wants to touch all of you, every inch. He wants to drag you into his bed sometimes, and strip you bare- just rip your clothes off- and take his time touching every inch of you. From your instep to your ankles and the back of your knees and the seam of your cunt and the soft of your tummy and he thinks about spreading your legs open and just staring at your pussy, watching your breasts move as you breathe.

But his thoughts are so filthy sometimes, they're the absolute worst when you do something small, innocent. Like straightening your necklace, or twirling a strand of your hair around your fingers when you're deep in thought and Eddie gets hard thinking about your little fingers wrapped around his cock or his cum dripping from your perfect mouth down to your pebbled nipples, rubbing his cum into your skin like it's moisturiser-

He blinks, noting the expression on your face has changed from curiosity to surprise. Your eyes are wide, your lips are parted, your breathing is shallow.

Slowly, Eddie comes to the horrific realisation- that he'd been speaking the entire time.

.

"Oh fuck Princess, I didn't even realise I was talking-" Eddie starts, drawing away from you, sitting up and coming to a stand.

You sit up too, trying to stop him.

"No, Eddie it's okay-"

He moves to stand at your window, looking out.

"No, it's not okay, I'm a fucking creep that gets hard when you touch the back of my neck and it makes me want to bury my tongue in your ass till you cry and fuck I'm so-"

You scramble off the bed, movements a little clumsy and you grab his hands.

He's panicking a little and you're trying to calm him by running your hands over his shoulders.

Truthfully you want to laugh at the absurdity, that Eddie held as much need for you as you did for him. In what world could you ever see this outcome?

"Shh, Eddie, come... sit."

You push at him till he's sitting at the foot of your bed.

"Stay there." You say, reaching into your underwear drawer and grabbing a handful of fabrics before returning to him.

"Here." You say, dropping the handful into his hands.

Eddie gulps.

"Why did you just give me a handful of your panties?"

You shrug a shoulder.

"Pick one."

"Wh-what?"

"To keep. Pick one."

"I'm not following."

You blink at him, your eyebrows drawing together.

"I just thought you'd like to have one."

Eddie breathes, looking right at you.

"Princess- I think you're really high."

You giggle.

"Yeah, but does that mean you don't want one?" You grab a black lacy pair, wiggling it in front of him, "You can take it home with you if you want, cum all over it and give it back to me and I'll give you a new one."

Eddie swears, eyes glazed over, locked on your hand.

You frown, dropping your hand. Maybe he didn't want any.

"I want the ones you're wearing." He interjects.

You gulp, looking up at him with wide eyes.

It was your turn to stutter.

"Wh- But- I- I'm wearing them-"

"Yeah? Well take 'em off baby."

"But they're-"

How were you going to explain the wet spot on them that you'd had since you tossed your leg over his hip?

"They're what? Messy? Think I don't know that?"

You let out a shaky breath.

With your head all foggy, you stand, pushing your shorts down the length of your legs, gripping the edge of your shirt to tug them up a little so he can see them.

"They're my favourite. Promise you'll keep them safe?"

His eyes are glued to your clothed mound.

"Yeah." He says, his lips barely move.

You nod, pushing them down your legs. Your face heats in embarrassment when they cling to your wet pussy. You hear Eddie hiss.

"Oh baby." He says lowly, and your breath catches in your throat.

You look up at him with wide eyes as you lift one leg after the other to get the wet material off you completely.

Your lower half is just barely covered by the length of your shirt as you extend the soft white panties to him.

And then they're in his fist, crushed in his palm as he brings them to his face to get a slow breath of your scent.

You bite down on your bottom lip.

"I can't wait to fuck them while I think about you, baby. All the fucked up shit I wanna do to you while I cum in your panties- fuck-"

You press your thighs together, worried your arousal would start slipping down your leg.

He shoves the damp material into his pocket and fixes his blown pupils on you, standing half nude before him.

"You're gonna give me all the panties I want, right? Anytime I ask?"

You nod quietly, but it's not enough for him, he reaches for you, grabbing your hips and pulling you the few short steps it takes to stand between his legs.

"If we're at school, and I lean over to you, and I ask you to give them to me- you'll do it?"

"Yes, Eddie." You whisper.

"And if you come over, and I'm working on my campaign for Hellfire, and I tell you to give them to me, will you?"

"Yes."

"What about if I cum all over them, and I tell you to put them back on, what will you do?"

"I'll- I'll put them back on." You whisper, aching so bad for him.

"Please Eddie." You finally gasp.

His fingers drag on your skin as he pushes your shirt up your body. Involuntarily, your hands move to hide your lower abdomen from his view.

Eddie pauses, looking up at you.

"S-sorry, it's just- Jason always told me that I wasn't the best to look at naked. I just don't want to disappoint you."

Eddie wants to beat Jason Carver upside the head with a bat.

"You could never disappoint me, baby. You're so soft and sweet and pretty and sometimes I get hard when you roll your eyes at me because you're so fucking hot too and I love it when you boss me around and laugh at my jokes and listen to my music. I always have to crank one out after hanging out with you because you're just so... you and you're perfect."

It's all he has to say, before you're leaning forward to kiss him. You push him back until his back hits the bed and you seal your mouth to his swiftly.

His hands delve into your hair and down your back and you gasp when they grip your ass tightly, his rings leaving indents in your skin.

"How dare you be so nice to me, Eddie Munson." You say between kisses, feeling him laugh into your mouth.

"Now's a bad time to confess I've had a crush on you for a long time, huh?"

You reel back.

He lets out a shy breath, looking up at you with hopeful eyes.

"How long?" You ask.

"Middle school?"

"Middle school." You repeat dumbly.

"Yeah- but you were always too popular for me. You still are."

"I- you-" you make a frustrated sound at the back of your throat, gripping his wrists in your hands and pinning them to either side of his head before leaning in to continue kissing him.

"Fuck you, Munson." You say against his mouth, your dripping pussy grinding against the coarse material of his jeans, soaking it with your arousal.

"Fuck me?" He asks, voice low, almost a grovel and you sigh in appreciation between kisses.

"Yeah, fuck you." You confirm.

"No, fuck you." He argues, pushing you onto your back, gripping your wrists instead of the other way around.

His teeth scrape against your jaw while you let out little giggles, missing the way he moves his hands to grip at the front of your shirt. You gasp in surprise when he's able to tear your sleep shirt open.

You say his name, but Eddie's too busy looking down at your chest with a proud smile on his face.

"Oh yeah, a real wet dream." He confirms, before tugging the shirt from your body and unsnapping your bra.

"You're such a perv, Eddie." You say lightly as he kisses his way over your neck and chest.

He hums in agreement, pulling your bra from your body, leaving you bare beneath him while he's fully clothed above you.

He pauses, looking down at you with a soft expression on his face, and for once, you don't feel like covering up.

He leans forward, pokes his tongue out a little, and you gasp in surprise when he licks over your cheek, and then trails over your lips.

His hands grip your jaw harshly, and then his tongue is shoving its way into your mouth and fuck if his debauchery doesn't make you feel so good.

Up to now he hasn't touched any part of your body other than your ass, hips and face and the lack of sensation is driving you crazy.

"Fucking touch me, Eddie." You say in frustration.

He grins against your cheek.

"You're not in charge right now, baby. I am." His ringed hand moves from your jaw to seal gently around your throat. You moan desperately at the sensation and his smile widens.

"D'you like that?" His hand tightens on your throat and you whimper  nodding and gasping out a yes.

"How cute, cause I was only gonna say that I'd touch you when I'm good and ready, but now I just wanna find out what other dirty things you're into."

You let out a whine of his name.

"Shhh, baby, Eddie's right here." He comforts, tracing the back of his hand over your cheek, down your chest until his hand cups your breast gently.

You sigh, arching your back to press your breast into his hand, appreciating his warm palm and the slightly cooler feel of his rings.

His hand squeezes your breast gently and you gasp.

"Mmm, wanna soak these tits in my come, baby." He murmurs, and you sigh in agreement, reaching to put his other hand on your other breast.

A blissed moan slips out of your mouth, followed by the prolonged sigh of his name.

He answers with a groan of his own, leaning down to pepper kisses over your chest.

His hair traces over your skin, sending dancing tingles over your body, your high making you hypersensitive to his touch.

You almost sob in desperation. Unbelievably, you feel like you could come from his teasing mouth alone.

When he suddenly gives gentle pinches to both your nipples you yelp in surprise.

His smile is predatory, it makes you clench, reach for him to pull his mouth to yours. You kiss him slowly, letting the desire build.

He pulls away, and then he's mouthing at your nipples, delivering thick swipes of his tongue, making them shiny with his spit. When he pulls away to look up at you, you can still catch a sliver of his saliva connecting his mouth to your pebbled nipple.

"I think I'm in love." He murmurs, leaning down to smush your breasts together so that he can lick over both nipples almost simultaneously.

He moans, the sound, his words, his actions, make you desperate in your euphoria.

"Mmmm, Eds, please, you're tormenting me." You beg.

He ignores you, his long tongue flicking over each nipple.

Desperate, you snake a hand down your side, trying to work its way between your legs. You just needed a little bit of friction-

Eddie grabs your wrist, angrily swatting it away from your dripping core.

He unbuckles his belt, the metal jingling sound makes your stomach flutter.

"Don't. That's mine now." He grunts, taking both hands and looping them into his belt, pushing them to rest right above your head.

"Eddie, please," you beg, "Explore me later. I need you now."

He shakes his head slowly, his honey brown eyes are dark.

"I've waited, and dreamed, and wished for too long for this, to just let it be over so quickly." He says.

His fingers swirl over your ribs and you wriggle, letting out a little whine when his gentle touch tickles.

He grins.

"Ticklish princess?" He asks, dancing his fingers over your skin and watching you let out little giggles. He doesn't do it for long, grinning wider as he gauges your reactions.

"Is it wrong that seeing you so helpless under me makes me happy?" He leans down to kiss over your tummy.

"I love every inch of you. Your hair and your smile and your tits and I know I'm going to love this slippery little pussy too."

You groan when he pushes his thumb between your thighs, to nestle it securely against your clit. A high-pitched sound leaves your mouth, you're on edge already from the smallest touch.

When he drifts lower, spreading your thighs to settle between them, you sit up in confusion.

"What are you- what are you doing?" You rush out.

He blinks up at you.

"'M gonna lick you." He says simply.

"Lick me? On-on my-?"

Eddie raises his head.

"Princess, has no one ever put their tongue on you?" He asks in surprise.

"Th- there? No I... I didn't know that was a thing."

Realisation dawns on him.

He smooths his hand over you hips.

"Relax baby, lie back. We'll try it, and if you don't like it, I'll stop. 'Kay?"

You gulp.

"O-kay." You whisper, lying back, keeping your bound hands on your stomach.

He starts by kissing your thighs, and your eyes roll back in your head at the gentle, feeling that works you up.

Eddie Munson was kissing your thighs. He was going to lick between your legs.

You relax a lot easier than you think you would if you were sober. The weed making you suggestible to anything Eddie offers. There's no anxiety thrumming through your system, there's just curiosity and the tingle of his hair on your thighs and the feel of his lips as he kisses your slit sweetly.

Eddie moans.

"Taste better than I'd imagined, princess." He praises.

He'd thought about this? Putting his face between your thighs like this? Imagining the taste of your arousal? You can't help squirming.

His grip on your thighs tighten, holding you in place as his tongue draws between your folds for the first time.

You let out a surprised gasp. His tongue bumps your clit and your hips jerk and he takes the initiative to lick over your swollen bud carelessly.

You let out a delighted whine.

His tongue feels good, you decide, amazing, wandering over your pussy, moving in slow circles over your swollen clit. Your body just relaxes, eyelids fluttering as they close.

.

He could lick your cunt for hours, he decides, can't wait to eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Three square meals of your pussy on his tongue and he'd really become obsessed with you.

Now, he was just falling.

Deeper and deeper with each taste he got, with each moan of his name from your lips, Eddie was in deep and he knew it.

You were his now. Only his.

He wanted to take you on every surface possible, make you so pleasure drunk that you never found the sense to leave him. He wanted to wake you up with his cock, and suck on your pretty tits to fall asleep and he wanted you to fall apart now, for the very first time, on his tongue.

He knows the weed had made you more sensitive to his touch, and he uses that to his advantage, running his hands all over your body and watching your back arch as you approach your high.

You gasp his name and your thighs lock tighter around his head and he focuses all his power on keeping up the fast swiping motion of his tongue over your clit.

One loud, beautifully mindless moan, and he feels your entire body tremble.

He laps at the flood of arousal between your thighs, it drips down his chin and he licks every drop of it his tongue can reach.

.

You gasp, you can't stop shaking as he licks you through your orgasm.

You honestly didn't know that tongues could do that, and honestly, Eddie Munson had become the centre of your universe with one kiss to your lips.

When he raises his head from between your thighs, his mouth and chin slick and wet with.... you, your stomach flutters when he smiles sweetly.

"Damn, baby," he murmurs, licking your arousal from his lips, swiping a finger over his chin to clean it up with his tongue right after, "Best pussy I've ever tasted."

You moan at his words.

He grins, leans forward to kiss you, shoving his tongue into your mouth so that you get a taste of yourself.

His hands cup your breasts, they drift down to your hips and you raise your wrists for him to see.

"Let me go, Eddie, please, I need you inside me so bad."

He nods, obliges, his fingers fumble as he tugs the belt off, tossing it to the side.

You don't wait for his approval, before you're reaching for his shirt, pulling it over his head.

His guitar pick necklace hangs low on his chest. Your mouth waters at your first sight of him. The small patch of hair on his chest and the little trail below his navel makes you absolutely feral for him. The feeling worsens when you take him in fully, his hair, and his tattoos, and the scent of his cologne and the rings on his fingers and you know you need him like never before.

Your hands explore his skin, kissing his neck, biting down on the silver of his chain for a moment before leaning up to kiss his lips.

Your thumbs brush through his happy trail on the way to the button of his jeans, and he groans against your lips.

You push his pants and boxers down at the same time, too impatient now when you can see the thick shaft of his cock peeking out at you.

"Eddie, Eddie, fuck." You murmur as you pull him out, pumping him a little as you use your feet to push his jeans down his legs.

He grins when you get stuck, hopping off the bed to kick everything off, crawling back to you a moment after.

His chain is cold against your right nipple, and you gap as he presses right against you.

Your naked body pressed fully to his. Your hands explore his back, the sharp cut of his biceps, the broad expanse of his shoulders.

His tongue in your mouth and his hair curtained around you and this is all you'd ever hoped for.

"You... feel... soo... good." You gasp between the sweet torment of his mouth.

Eddie hums in reciprocation, one of his hands squirming between your bodies, his rings gliding against your clit before he pushes two fingers into you.

You gasp into his mouth, trying to relax to let him in, but his fingers are broad, and it takes you a minute to grow used to the feeling. His rings resting right against your entrance as he begins pumping into you with minuscule movements.

You make a high pitched sound as he scissors his fingers, your eyes locking on to his in shock at the pleasure he's giving you.

A few more pumps of his fingers, with just the right curl, and you're on edge again, face warm with embarrassment at how fast you reach your peak.

You try to warn him, but the words can only come out in broken gasps.

"I'm gonna-- Ed-Eddie, feels- I'm so close- too soon-" you try to shake your head in resistance.

"Don't fight it." He says against your lips, you take a deep breath in response, "Relax, cum for me."

Him.

All for him.

You sob, your body shaking as you let out a sharp cry. You splinter into a million glowing embers, under the force of his fingers and he takes his time, kissing your trembling cheek, putting you back together.

"Never cum that hard before." You admit on a whisper, looking right at him, watching his lips part in amazement at your words, your chest heaving.

"Get used to it." Eddie says decisively, hovering over you.

"Want me to wear a condom?" He asks, looking down at you.

You gulp, eyes wide, and you shake your head.

He leans down to kiss you softly.

"Fuck baby, want me raw?"

"Mmhmm." You confirm, cupping either side of his face.

"Want you to cum inside me too... please Eddie."

He groans, you feel the head of his cock slip along your slit, and you whine, tilting your hips up, hoping to guide him into you.

His chain bumps your chin, he leans down to kiss you just as he lines his cock up with your entrance, pushing in slowly.

You gasp his name, his tip pushing into you and his hips still.

You look up at him for an explanation when he pauses.

"Fuck. I gotta see." He explains, straightening so that he can see where the thick head of his cock is spreading you open.

"You- shit- you're so tight." He grits out, leaning back until he slips out, only to tease your entrance again and again.

He keeps his cock right there, at your rim, working himself in and out of you, obsessed with the way you stretch for him.

His focus is only broken when you let out a needy sob.

Finally... finally, he pushes his way in.

Deep.

Your mouth falls open as he bottoms out inside you.

Your head is filled with static, and the sensation of Eddie being deeper inside you that you've ever felt before.

You can almost feel him in your throat, thick and long and right where he belongs.

You say his name on a gasping breath.

"Right here baby," he murmurs, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"I'm right here. So deep in your cunt and I can't wait to feel you cum. Can you give me a little squeeze? I just wanna feel how- fuck- oh god fuck- tighter than a fist baby fuck I'm gonna do this a whole lot I promise."

You sob when you feel him move. He slides out, pushing back in and tears spill from the corner of your eyes.

"Crying for me baby?" He leans down to lick at your tears, "God I haven't even started really fucking you yet and you're already crying you're so perfect-" he groans again when you clench around him.

His pace doesn't stay slow for long, he sets a moderate pace that has your hips crashing together loudly.

You can't help letting out a little gasp each time his cock pushes into you and it's easily Eddie's favourite thing.

"God. You're so fucking gorgeous. I can't wait to fill you with my cum. Again and again." He gasps between thrusts.

"I know this is our first time together, but I'm gonna make you my little cum dump. God, you're gonna look so pretty."

You let out a desperate cry of his name, eager to give him everything he wants.

His chain smacks your cheek a couple of times and you groan blissfully. Eddie notices and laughs, leaning closer to stop the distraction.

He mouths at your jaw and neck, pace picking up and you cry out loudly. Your nails sinking into his back.

You're toeing the edge of bliss when he stops suddenly, slipping his cock from you slowly, you raise your head in confusion when he lowers his face to your cunt.

You gasp in surprise when his tongue licks you from entrance to clit a couple of times, he spreads your legs wide, looking up at you, meeting your eyes before he leans forward to spit on your pussy.

He sees you clench when the first bit of his saliva hits your clit, and then he watches your pussy clench a second time when his spit dribbles over your entrance.

Eddie licks his lips, smiling at the sight, knowing that you're just as filthy as him, and you get off on all the filthy things he does to your body.

He leans down again, kissing your clit chastely once, twice, thrice, before he's leaning up to push into you once again.

There's no stopping him this time. Eddie sets a brutal pace, eyes locked on you, your breasts bouncing, your eyes rolling back as you let out a long, desperate cry of his name.

He grips your jaw tightly, turning your face so that you're looking into his dark eyes.

"I can't wait to act out every filthy fantasy I have on you." His hand drops lower, tightening around your throat, "All the fucking nasty stuff I'm gonna do- and you're just gonna beg me for more of it."

You nod, gasping.

"Gonna own this tiny little cunt." He growls.

Your eyes roll back in your head again. You can barely breathe as your orgasm slams into you at full force, your entire body quivering beneath him.

He releases your throat and getting a decent gulp of air encourages the long winded cry that leaves your body.

You grip him tight, pulsing around his cock, his pace unrelenting as he continues fucking you hard through your orgasm.

You have a brief moment of clarity when he groans above you, and you can focus only long enough to watch his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth drop open as he comes, emptying his cum deep inside you.

You let out a satisfied moan, feeling him fill you up, his cock pulsing against your inner walls.

He stays on top of you for a few moments, before slipping out of you and falling into a heap beside you.

His hair clings to his face, and yours probably does the same and he gives you a blissed out smile, and you can't help but return the affection.

You scoot as close as you can to him, leaning on his shoulder, letting out a long sigh.

"Wanna smoke another one?" Eddie asks, eyes half closed, looking down at you.

You smile.

"I gotta say," You start, passing the blunt to him, "This is probably one of the greatest ideas I've ever had."

Eddie laughs, a puff of smoke leaving his lips as he does.

"Yeah, princess, one good idea and you think you got it all."

"To be fair, it was a really good idea. Would you have made a move on me otherwise?" You ask.

Eddie pauses, looking over at you, naked beside him, your breasts on display in the comfort of your own bed.

"You're too pretty for me, baby." Eddie says with a sigh.

"That's not true- like at all." You sit up, leaning over to place several soft kisses on his lips when the doorbell rings.

"Pizzas here." You say excitedly, watching Eddie put out the blunt, standing to pull on some clothes. You do the same, sneaking on a clean pair of underwear to be quickly soiled by Eddie's cum still drpping out of you. You hum, grabbing a tank top as you hear his footsteps on his way back to your room. You can almost smell the pizza- pepperoni- and your mouth waters.

He comes back in with a smile, dropping the pizza onto your desk before scooping you up into his arms.

You squeak, giggling as he grips the back of your neck, pulling your mouth to his. He gives you a little twirl and you giggle.

"What was that?" You ask, out of breath when he puts you down.

He reaches for a slice of pizza.

"Nothing baby, just really happy I finally got you." He says.

You bite down on your bottom lip, fighting back a grin, glad to have finally gotten him too.

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#csn you tell I’m on a real Eddie hype rn #like literally obsessed #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson smut

[imagineeditor]

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

Here’s a smutty little oneshot while I’m working on the next chapter of Worlds Apart. I hope you enjoy! - Love, Kiki  ♡  

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 |  Eddie Munson x female cheerleader!reader (virgin!Eddie x virgin!reader)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | It’s been two weeks since you and Eddie decided to stop sneaking around and start behaving like every other couple at Hawkins High. Only that you’re not. And after overhearing a group of cheerleaders’ especially cruel gossip about your relationship, Eddie’s insecurities, nourished by all those years of bullying, hit home despite all of his attempts not to let people’s vile words get to him. This time though…he feels like they might be right. Because why would a girl like you ever fall for a guy like him? And when Eddie realizes he made a mistake…he can only hope it’s not too late to fix what he broke. Based on this request: Maybe one where reader is a cheerleader and popular but only wants to be  with eddie but he is insecure because he’s the school freak and  overhears mean gossip? Angst w a happy ending?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | angst with a happy ending; soft, sweet smut; virgin!Eddie x virgin!reader; insecure Eddie; a Pride-And-Prejudice-style confession in the rain  

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 11k  

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (only read if you’re 18+ years old!), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), p in v

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.  

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 & 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡

Eddie hadn’t wanted to eavesdrop. He truly hadn’t.

But he’d heard your name, and then his own, and now he was standing here, around the corner in the empty hallway, forced to listen to the voices of the three cheerleaders and the ugly things they were saying about you and him. He couldn’t muster the mental strength required to walk past them now and face their scrutiny.

He was a rat in a trap.

“…nearly got a heart attack when I saw her jump out of that rusty old van of his last week,” one of them remarked, “Like, I can’t wrap my head around the thought that they’re dating. Barf me out, that’s disgusting.”

“She’s probably just pitying that freak, anyways, and doesn’t know how to get rid of him. Like one of these flea-infested strays you feed one time and they’ll start following you around. He looks like one of these as well.” Eddie didn’t need to see her face to know she was scrunching her nose in disgust. He was used to that kind of reaction. “Oh god, do you think she’ll bring him if I invite her to my Spring Break party?”

“You probably shouldn’t risk it.”

“Probably. I’m a bit sorry for her, though.”

“Why? It’s on her if she’s screwing around with the scum. I always thought she’d end up with Steve Harrington, to be honest. They would’ve been such a cute couple before he graduated.”

“Don’t they always hang around?”

“I mean, yeah. As far as I know. She says they’re just friends but can you imagine rejecting Steve Harrington to end up with Eddie The Freak Munson?”

There was a beat of affirmative silence, before the second girl said, “I don’t get what she sees in that creep.”

“Maybe she fucks him to get a drug discount.”

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[imagineeditor]

Ain't No Hope in Hell | Nothing's Gonna Bring Us Down (Eddie Munson/Reader Smut)

Rating: E - Explicit Word Count: 4,702 Pairing: Eddie Munson/F!Reader Description:

When you walk in on your boyfriend cheating on you, confirming your suspicious, you only have one thing in mind.

Go out, have some fun, get some sweet revenge.

But being impulsive was never your strong suit, so you pay a visit to the worst influence you know, your childhood friend Eddie Munson, hoping he can sell you some courage.....and maybe help out with that revenge fuck too.

Originally posted to my AO3 on 7/3/22, this isn't copied, my friends just finally convinced me to make a tumblr.

The rapping at the trailer’s storm door grows louder and more demanding by the second, your knuckles burning, but you refuse to back down. Exasperated, you switch it up and give the door a harsh kick with the toe of your sneaker, groaning loudly. 

“Munson I swear to god, I’ll knock this damn door down myself if you don’t wake your ass up!” Another frustrated groan escapes your lungs as you take in your surroundings. His van is in the driveway, as is the half disassembled Harley he hasn’t been able to drive since his first senior year. Jumping off the set of stairs and walking around back to what should be his bedroom window, you can hear Motörhead’s Bomber on the other side of the wall, confirming your assumption that he must be home. 

“HEY!” You shout again pounding your fist on the glass once, then again with his name, “Munson!” 

A startled, “Jesus Christ,” comes in response, followed by a squawk and a commotion that can only be a startled body falling to the floor. Soon enough, though, you’re met with the wild, sleep-mussed hair and displeased scowl of Eddie Munson on the other side of the glass. His expression softens ever so slightly when he sees who it is knocking on his window at almost midnight, but he’s still sporting a tight-lipped frown as he throws the window open. “Well if it isn’t the girl next door…” His gaze flicks down to the ruffled denim skirt hitting the tops of your knees and then back to your face, “What the hell are you doing here?” 

You scoff, “Please, I haven’t lived next door to you in years, that nickname hardly fits the bill anymore.” 

He chuckles this time, rolling his eyes and leaning his elbows heavily on the windowsill, once again assessing your outfit and styled hair. It’s a far cry from the punky little tomboy he once knew, and he definitely doesn’t plan on letting you live it down anytime soon. “Well maybe not in the technical sense, but if the, uh,” another peek down to your sneakers, “Sperrys fit…”

“Whatever, move, I’m coming in.” 

There’s no time for protest from him before you push his elbows from the ledge and pull yourself up and into the room. The remnants of cigarette smoke and pot hit your nostrils as soon as you cross the threshold. Worn clothes and pizza boxes break your fall when you tumble inside. Eddie is crossing the room to turn down the music, and if he’s bothered by your sudden intrusion, he doesn’t seem to show it. 

While you stand and right yourself, dusting figurative (and probably literal) filth off of your skirt, Eddie makes his way back to his bed and throws himself onto it unceremoniously. “So,” he retrieves a half smoked blunt from the ashtray on the nightstand, lights it up, and takes a slow drag, breathing his following question out with the billow of smoke. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” 

Rocking back and forth from foot to foot, your fists ball up at your sides. 

This is stupid. This is so stupid. 

You aren’t friends. Not anymore. You haven’t spoken more than a word in passing in the hallway to this kid in over 9 years, not since your family came into a little bit of money and moved out of the trailer park in your 4th grade year. So what made you think he would hear you out? Listen to your sob story and take pity on you and make you some sort of deal? 

A choked out sigh escapes your lungs when he raises his eyebrows at your silence. 

“I need-” tears spring to your eyes and you will them to go away, to little success. “Fuck- I just…I need weed, dude. Or beer, or some company? I don’t even know?” 

In seconds, his cool, aloof demeanor dissolves and Eddie “The Freak” Munson is gone. In his place are the soft eyes and warm heart of that curly haired kid you used to skip rocks with in the river. “Shit, well here,” He leaps to his feet, crossing the room to you with the joint outstretched toward you. “I mean I’ll get you whatever you need to take home too but you look like you need this more than I do.” 

The tears finally spill out when you reply with a watery, “that bad, huh?” Instead of taking the joint, you brush past him and fall heavily onto the edge of his bed. You swear again. “I was supposed to be angry! I was supposed to fly over here in a blind rage and do this drug deal and, I dunno – go out and fuck somebody! I was supposed to be selfish and do shit to enjoy myself and be reckless! Not…this,” Eddie stares in concern as you wipe more tears from your cheeks. “God, I’m an idiot.” 

“Whoa, whoa, hey-” He follows, sitting on the edge of the bed with you and bumping his knee into yours, “Slow down, take a breath. I think I’m missing a chapter here. Why are we angry?” 

The use of we makes you chuckle through your tears. You stare at your hands, fingers twisting together subconsciously, and rest your head on his shoulder.

When you speak, it’s to the floor. “Walked in on my bastard boyfriend cheating on me.” Eddie tenses beneath you, but lets you continue. “I don’t even know why I’m crying. The signs were all there. I pretty much knew , but seeing it really sucked. So I thought, okay, no worries, just go out and do something crazy. Get revenge immediately , so you don’t have time to be sad about it, but being reckless was never really my thing, so I figured I would need something to take the edge off first-”

“And who better to get you that something than Eddie the freak, huh?” 

It’s your turn to soften your expression at his words. 

“Well, no, not in so many words. I just happened to hear on the grapevine that you could help with that sort of thing. I mean, it's no real secret what you do in those woods behind the school…and I knew where to find you.” 

Both of you laugh at that. He was always a little dramatic and quick to take offense, but you suppose that’s easily done when the whole town uses him for target practice. Another few moments of quiet pass, until he lets out another light chuckle and rests his head atop yours. “Have you ever even been high before?” 

Your “yes!” is a little too quick and incredibly telling. 

“So no, then?” He asks, a tease behind his words. 

Your head falls into your hands, embarrassed, “yeah, no.” 

“So what did you think was going to happen when I sold to you?” Another laugh, “what were you gonna do, go to the library at midnight and look up ‘drug use’ in the encyclopedia?” 

“I don’t know,” you sigh, “I guess I wasn’t thinking.” 

Eddie doesn't know what it is that makes him want to help. The sale was dangling right in front of him the whole time, he could just make the sale and send you on your way, after all it shouldn’t matter to him what’s done with the weed once the money is in his hands. But it does. He can sense your frustration and Hell knows he’s been there himself, so he finds himself giving a sigh of his own and reaching under the bed for his little black tackle box. 

“Alright, c'mon!” He exclaims, scooting up the bed and turning to face you, cross legged. He pats the spot on the mattress opposite him and flicks open the box. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. We are gonna get you high, get you feelin’ good, and then - if you so choose - I can send you on your merry way for your little revenge fuck.” 

That makes you bark out a laugh, but his eyes are twinkling wish mischief, and it’s exactly the push you need to stop whining and do something about your foul mood. You turn to him and tuck your feet under you, watching as he pulls items from the box between you. 

He rolls a fresh joint, packing it and explaining himself as he goes, should you want to do this for yourself next time. You listen intently, ever the good student, and nod along with his explanation, up until he brings the joint to his mouth to seal it. Maybe it’s just the amusement in his expression, or the proud smirk, knowing he’s at least somewhat responsible for your foray into rebellion (even if it is as minor as illicit drug use), but when his tongue darts out to wet the paper, you’re transfixed. 

“Got it?” 

His question startles you from your focus on his mouth, and you can feel your cheeks heating, hoping to God he didn’t notice. Giving a little nod, you say, “yeah, think so.” 

“Rock on,” he grins wide, lighting it before quickly passing it your way. “Ladies first.” 

You pluck the joint from between his fingers, and hesitate as you bring it to your lips. Unsure of what to expect, but not wanting to turn back now, you decide to just go for it and inhale with a little too much false confidence and enthusiasm. The smoke burns as it fills your lungs, clawing at your throat on the way down and sending you into a fit of coughs. 

“Ah, shit,” he rasps, lumbering over you and off the foot of the bed, leaving you confused and still coughing alone in his room. He returns quickly and presses a plastic cup of water into your palm, rubbing between your shoulder blades soothingly. “I should have known that was going to happen, Christ. My bad.” 

It takes another few moments for you to calm down from fits of coughs to small hiccups, sipping on the water gently with even more redness in your cheeks. When it finally stops, you giggle and pinch the bridge of your nose, “so that was wrong, right?” 

“Not….wrong,” he laughs, “just not ideal. I have an idea, here…” He knocks the lid closed on the box and sets it to the floor, then comes back to a kneel in front of you. “Have you ever heard of shotgunning?” 

“Beer, yes,” you furrow your brow, “and I’m no expert but I'm almost positive that it doesn’t work the same here.”

Wrinkles sprout in the corners of Eddie’s eyes when he smiles at your comment. He’s holding back a laugh, you can tell. “You would be correct.” 

“Alright, enlighten me.” 

“Gladly.” He takes the joint back from your grasp and sits back on his heels. “This will help take a little bit of that sting away, and it might actually help you start slowly, since this is your first time. It’s always a little weaker on the receiving end.” 

Raising an eyebrow, you repeat, “receiving?”

The mischief is back in his expression, brighter than before, and he nods. “So I’m gonna take a hit, right? And then - here’s the uncomfortable part - we’ll have to get real close, and as I exhale, you’ll inhale. Kind of like an asthma inhaler, except unprescribed and way more fun.” He grins wider when you giggle at his joke. “Sound okay?” 

“I think, I guess just lead the way and we’ll see,” you answer with a shrug and shift up onto your own knees to get on his level. 

You can feel your heart in your throat as you watch him bring the joint to his lips and take a deep pull. With his free hand he reaches out for you, palm resting on the side of your neck and pulling you toward him. You’re acutely aware of his nails scratching absently at the nape of your neck, and the cool bite of his rings against your jawline. He stops just centimeters from your lips and lets the smoke billow towards you. Your breath hitches as you remember what you’re meant to be doing, and you inhale much slower this time. It’s dizzying, but you’re not sure if it's the buzz or Eddie’s proximity. When he’s finished his breath, he stays put for just a beat longer, looking down at you with lidded eyes and a lazy smirk. 

“Better?” He asks, dropping his hand and pulling away before things get weird. But you’re rooted in place, still sitting up on your knees and your eyes still closed. 

Biting your lip, you can’t help but smile at the pleasant buzz that fills your head without the distraction of choking this time. “Much.” 

“Cool.” The tape clicks in the player as it comes to an end, and he points toward it, wordlessly signaling that he’s going to go change it. As he flips through a messy pile of tapes, trying to decide which one best fits the mood, you move up to the head of the bed to lean against the wall. Motörhead is replaced with what you think is Metallica, but it must be their newest album because you can’t quite place it, and before you know it he’s joining you on the bed again. “Wanna go again?” 

You nod with an eager smile, and he mirrors it. 

That’s how things go for quite some time, passing time between hits with music and comfortable quiet. At one point Eddie asks if you wanna give it a go on your own again, but your only response is to wrinkle your nose at him. If he’s bothered by your need for his help, he doesn’t ever show it, only smiles wider and wider as he leans in to fill your lungs with smoke. You never quite get used to the way he holds your face or neck as he passes the smoke from his lips to yours. He didn’t really have to guide you after the first time, but there’s something about his grip on your face that pools warm in your stomach, so you keep letting it happen. 

By the time the joint has burnt down to nearly nothing, you’re comfortably loose. Your limbs feel heavy but your mind is clear, if anything maybe a little impulsive. Exactly what you had set out to do. 

On the last drag, Eddie’s thumb strokes your cheekbone, not yet pulling away after you take in the last of the smoke. 

“So how are ya feeling?” He asks, his voice gravelly and the hint of a laugh behind it. “Still sad? Pissed? Ready to go out and fuck someone?” 

The last question is a joke, you can tell from his tone, but he’s even closer now, and as he teases you, his lips just barely brush yours. You definitely didn’t mean for that whimper to come out audibly. His fingers flex against your skin, his other hand tentatively reaching out to rest on your waist. 

“Maybe I don’t have to go out looking for someone?” You ask, looking at him from under your lashes. It’s not the most clever line you’ve come up with, but it does the trick. He swallows thickly and gives a tight nod before the hand on your cheek moves to tangle posessively in your hair as he closes the gap between you. His lips devour yours hungrily, and your arms wind around his neck, desperately trying to pull yourself as close to him as possible. His tongue darts out, seeking permission at the seam of your lips, and you gladly open up to him, letting out a soft moan as his tongue explores your mouth. 

Your skin is flushed and hot, the air around you sticky. He smells like leather and tastes like smoke and you can’t get enough, reaching up to fist your hands in his hair. When you tug on it, he breaks the kiss with a needy groan and rests his forehead on your own, both of you breathing raggedly. 

“Are you sure you want to do this? Not that I’m not happy to oblige…” the hand on your waist travels downward to palm at your ass and pull you against this growing arousal, and he smirks, “I just don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.” 

Tipping his chin up with your forefinger, you shake your head, “I won’t regret shit.” Then, sitting back on your heels, you unbutton your sweater, shrug it off, and toss it aside. You lay against his pillows in just your skirt and baby pink lace bra, and his stare heats you from the inside out. 

Eddie lets out a long breath as he takes in the expanse of your stomach and exposed collarbone, biting back a lopsided smile and muttering, “you minx.” He reaches back to pull his Hellfire tee over his head, revealing a smattering of patchwork tattoos across his torso. Mesmerized, you reach out to caress the ink across his sternum and down his stomach, his muscles twitching beneath your touch. He doesn’t let that go on for too long, however. He’s itching to get his hands on you, and swiftly grips your wrists in one hand and holds them high above your head. “Not so fast, sweetheart,” he warns playfully, caging your hips in with his knees and leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “keep ‘em up.” 

You shudder at the command, but keep your hands in place as he lets go and starts to make his way down your body, leaving a trail of kisses and nips in his wake. Every inch of skin he sees, he works over with his mouth. He licks a deliberate stripe up the column of your throat, inhaling your scent in the crook of your neck. His teeth catch on your collarbone, soothing over the nip with his tongue.Your skin pinks wherever he goes, flushing at the attention. When he makes it to your bra, he smiles coyly up at you, twirling his finger in the ribbons of the little bow where the cups meet. “How cute,” he chuckles, trailing his finger up along one cup, before hooking into each one and yanking them down, exposing your breasts to the cool night air. 

Your nipples pebble at the chill, but it isn’t long before his mouth is on you, sucking a dark purple mark into the swell of your breast, dragging his tongue across the sensitive bud, and moving to give attention to the other side. Every swipe of his tongue and nick of his teeth is sending waves of pleasure straight to your core. You press your thighs together in an attempt to quell the ache, but it does no good.

Eddie moves lower still, laving kisses down your sternum, across your stomach, dipping his tongue into your navel, and drinking up every last whine and desperate sound you make. 

When he reaches your skirt, he pauses, waiting for a nod from you before unbuttoning and dragging it down your thighs. You kick it the rest of the way off, and flush even deeper under his intense stare. 

He’s leaned back on his heels again, hands gently moving up and down your thighs with featherlight touches. “You’re incredible,” he muses, shaking out his hair with a dreamy smile, and bends so that he’s face to face with the wet spot on your panties. He whispers again, “fucking beautiful,” before mouthing at your mound through the slick fabric. 

You let out a wild moan involuntarily, before realizing what he’s doing, and cut yourself off. Running your fingers through his hair you mumble, “wait, no, you don’t have to…do that.” 

He looks at you quizzically, concern and confusion in his eyes, but he retreats nonetheless. “Do you not like it?” 

“Well, no, I don’t know…” you mumble again, “but isn’t it…gross?” 

A new emotion, anger flares in Eddie's eyes as it dawns on him what you’re implying. “Are you telling me that asshole never went down on you? Because he finds it gross ?” The scoff that follows is borderline offended. 

You cover your face, burning red under his scrutiny. “He said everyone felt that way. Made me feel ashamed for being curious about it. I don't know, its stupid. You don’t have to do it.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” his eyes darken as his gaze falls to your panties once again. He toys with the waistband absently and smiles, “all the more reason for me to do it.” He places a kiss at the inside of your thigh, just above the knee. “What if I told you…” Another one, higher now. “...I don’t just like eating pussy…” And another, just below your hip, he bites down harder on the sensitive flesh and soothes it with a swipe of his tongue. “...but I fucking love it?” He doesn’t move to go any further, but awaits your response and looks at you eagerly from his spot between your legs. “Would you let me do it then?” 

With a shaky breath, you take your bottom lip between your teeth and nod, completely unsure of what you’ve gotten yourself into. 

Now that he has your permission, he’s wasting no time dragging the ruined fabric down your legs and returning to his spot between them. He stares at your core with hunger in his eyes and a look of pride. Reaching out to spread your lips, he bites his lip with glee. “Fuck, baby,” he groans, “you’re so wet.” You’re unsure how to respond, or if you even should, but luckily he leaves you no time to. No faster than the words left his mouth, he leans in and licks a long, flat stripe up your cunt, circling when he reaches your clit and making you cry out. 

This sensation is all new, and you jolt when he repeats the action, savoring every reaction he can pull from you. You gasp as his tongue dips into you, and the bastard actually laughs, puffing warm air against your wet folds before moving back up to tongue at your clit. 

He drags two fingers up and down through your juices teasingly, and only when you let out a desperate whine does he thrust them both into you, pumping them in and out and stroking your walls with a come-hither motion. He licks and sucks and draws patterns with his tongue around his fingers like a man starved. Thick, heavy rings bump your lips as he pumps his fingers, and the cold metal is an intoxicating contrast to his hot mouth. 

“ Eddie! ” You cry his name, forgetting your previous orders and reaching down to tangle your hands in his hair in an attempt to bring him even closer. He doesn’t argue, only groans into your core, the vibrations from the sound spurring your further on. 

It doesn’t take long before it all becomes too much, there are too many sensations, your orgasm building too fast. You barely utter out a weak, “ Eddie, I'm gonna- ,” in warning before your thighs are tensing around him and you’re crying out your release with a firm grip on his locks.

He works you through your orgasm, letting up but not fully stopping until your thighs stop shaking and your breathing returns to normal. Even then, he places a final, soft kiss directly on your clit that has you clenching around nothing as he withdraws his fingers. 

Crawling back up your body with a shit eating grin and licking your release from his fingers, Eddie fucking Munson has the audacity to ask, “So what do you think now?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you mumble with a breathy laugh and pull him down for another hungry kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and his chin is still wet with your release, and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. As he licks into your mouth, he grinds his hips down into yours, and you moan at the contact, his cock hard and wanting behind the barrier of his sweatpants. “ I think, ” you gasp into his neck, “I think I need you inside me, Munson.” 

“That can be arranged,” he growls, nipping at your lower lip before reaching out to search the bedside table. 

In a move that’s so incredibly Eddie Munson, he kicks off his sweatpants and briefs clumsily, making you giggle at his struggle, but silences you quickly with a stern look. 

You take a moment to collect yourself, breathing deeply and looking up at the ceiling as he tears into the condom packet with his teeth. You don’t know when you closed your eyes, but his lips on yours are a delightful surprise, as is the head of his cock notching perfectly at your entrance, making you gasp. He tugs on your lip again, breathing out, “you ready, sweetheart?” 

“Fuck,” you mumble, and nod vigorously, groaning out a soft, “ yes .”

He fills you slowly, letting you adjust to his size until he’s fully sheathed inside you. You both let out a simultaneous moan when he bottoms out, his far more restrained than yours, and his forehead falls to rest on yours. His hands bring yours above your head once again, and he pulls out just as slowly, only to thrust back into you so hard you scream. Shifting his grip on your wrists to one hand, he reaches down to caress your cheek as he fucks into you relentlessly. He’s at the perfect angle for the head of his cock to stroke your g-spot on every pass, and it has you breathless. Your pleasure pools in your belly, threatening to snap at any moment. 

Eddie’s thumb strokes at your bottom lip, tugging. You wrap your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue around the tip, and he groans, looking up to the ceiling, his hips stuttering. 

You let out a soft, “ please, ” as he reaches for your clit, thumbing at the bundle of nerves, working in tandem with his cock. 

“I know, baby, I know,” he whispers, engulfing your mouth with his own and moaning into the kiss as your walls flutter around him. “Let go for me,” he urges, his movements becoming more erratic by the second. He won’t be far behind you. 

Your second orgasm shatters through you, and you whine his name. Your hands fist in the sheets above you, unable to move anywhere else in Eddie’s grasp, and you gasp, your vision blurring out of focus as he fucks you through your high. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, shuddering as he thrusts once, twice, three more times and stills inside you, biting your neck with his release. 

Letting go of your hands, he giggles as he grips your chin and pulls you into a surprisingly chaste kiss, he actually giggles, and you can’t help but dissolve into a fit of laughter with him. 

You whine at the feeling of emptiness when he pulls out, but your cheeks are warm and he kisses your forehead, telling you to wait here before he ducks out of the room again and returns with a warm wet washcloth. 

With a teasing tone, you toe at his thigh as he gently cleans you up. “You know, I didn’t take you for the – mmh,” you pause for a needy moan as he strokes your overstimunlated cunt with the cloth, “the gentlemanly type.”

Throwing the towel toward the closet, he chuckles, “yeah, well. I’m full of surprises.” He crawls under the covers, lifting an edge for you to crawl into, and asks, “you wanna stay? Or…?” The vulnerability in his voice squeezes at your heart, and you do take his offer, curling into his chest and tracing the ink on his skin absently with the tip of your finger. 

“ And I get to stay the night?” You giggle, “you do this after all your drug deals, Munson?”

There’s a long pause, and a content sigh that you can feel deep in his chest. He kisses the crown of your head and runs his fingers through your hair, then laughs out his response. “Only the ones I really like.”

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what about love language/cuddling headcannons for Eddie?

i don’t have a specific idea in my mind so yeah

oh HELL YEAH. i love this, thank you for sending this ask in

so eddie is touch starved. we all know this, that poor boy needs a hug like yesterday

so his love language is absolutely physical contact

eddie doesn’t trust a lot of people, so if he lets you into his life and is okay with touching and cuddling, you know he trusts you

he is a little bit clingy sometimes but you love it

his favourite way to spend the weekend is wrapped up in his blankets, with you in his arms and the world miles away

his favourite place to kiss you is your nose. he thinks it’s cute how red you get and how it always makes you giggle

don’t even get this boy started on hand holding. in public? yes. at home? yes. he will literally walk through his trailer holding your hand bc he just likes feeling your hand in his

he loves being the big spoon, the feeling of your body pressed against his is his favourite feeling in the world

sometimes after a tough day though he wants to be held

so you’ll hold him, his head against your chest, your hand in his hair as you press soft kisses to his forehead

he always falls asleep first when you’re cuddling which makes you laugh bc every single time he says he’ll wait for you to fall asleep

but there’s something special about knowing this constantly exhausted and defensive person trusts you enough to fall asleep in your arms

he doesn’t have his walls up around you, he’s goofy and loud and laughs so hard he can’t breathe, which of course makes you laugh and you’re both a jumble of limbs and laughter

he loves hugs. the feeling of being wrapped in your embrace, holding your body against his, he’s always the last to pull away from the hug

he likes to always be touching you in some way. whether it’s your legs pressed together when you’re sat next to each other, or holding your hand while he’s driving, or resting his head against your shoulder when you’re watching tv

he worries sometimes that he’s too clingy, that you’ll tell him one day that you can’t handle him or that you believe everyone else and think he’s a freak

and you always know when he’s having one of those days of self doubt, because he gets quiet. and eddie never gets quiet

so on those days you initiate the contact, you reach for his hand, you pull him in for a hug, you remind him that you love him and his touch and you’re not going anywhere

he appreciates this more than you know, words are sometimes empty to eddie. but you reaching for him? that reminds him that he’s loved, that you aren’t going anywhere

jesus someone get me my own eddie munson this isn’t fair

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Quarantine with All Time Low

Quick little quaratine imagine with each of the boys

Quarantine with Alex would include: Red wine, cuddling with the dogs, walks with the dogs, trying to entertain yourself while he does livestreams, facetime with the rest of the boys, checking up on Jack after that disaster of a livestream, Harry Potter marathon, cooking together, playing with the goats, horseback rides, and more wine by the fire

Jack: Lots of rosé and white claw, watching home alone “but Jack it’s not chirstmas” dying each other’s hair, you cooking so he doesn’t burn the apartment down, trying to hide his lava lamps because you hate them, trying so hard not to laugh too loud during his livestream while being utterly embarrassed at the same time

Rian: Cold brew, lots and lots of cold brew, working out together, laughing at him while he tries to power wash the deck, helping him with his projects around the house, him trying to teach you to play drums, bike rides, jamming out to wake up sunshine

Zack: Working out and stopping two minutes in because his workouts are crazy, walking around the island, learning how to make pokè bowls, recording him everytime he walks around the house in his underwear😍, and last but not least Mai Tais

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Dating Matt Murdock

People always say “marry your best friend” and that’s exactly what your relationship is like

He’s whipped and it’s obvious to anyone with working eyesight and/or hearing

“Yeah, she has me wrapped around her finger and I’m completely content with that”

That dreamy face he has around you 24/7 is so sweet it makes people want to vomit tbh

Matt laughs at all of your jokes, no matter how terrible

You know each other so well, you can finish your sentences, which backfires during arguments because you know EXACTLY what the other person is thinking, even if they state otherwise

But arguments aren't common, mostly chill exchanges, HOWEVER that doesn't mean things didn't get serious once or twice

All because you're genuinely worried for his well-being and Matt seems pretty laid back about possibly suffering a gruesome death

Back hugs. So many back hugs.

Small kisses whenever you're passing by each other

You often just hang out, doing your own things and enjoying each other's presence

He likes to be the small spoon and I will die on this hill

You read your books out loud to him and sometimes give goofy voices to different characters

Whenever one of you is invited somewhere, people are bewildered the other didn't tag along

Random dancing/swaying in the kitchen

You and Foggy exchange dirt on Matt

When you want to trash talk someone, he's there

Brings you coffee/tea to bed

You insist on putting ointment on his scars so they heal better and although at first Matt was pretty indifferent, he quickly grew to like it

I mean, you're taking care of him !!! His heart HAS to melt, it's the law

And the fact that you're happily putting your hands all over him

He refuses to ask for help in serious matters and it's quite upsetting because you have made it clear a thousand times that you'll gladly help him and that there's only so much a human can carry

But he's a little hard-headed when he sets his mind on something and believes he should deal with the hard things himself

Matt is the king of brooding and whenever he’s bothered by something, it's basically written in red sharpie on his forehead

He's gonna be okay, just let him lay with his head on your stomach/lap for a while

Raising cats together because Matt is 200% a cat guy you can't change my mind

Inside jokes that have a too long and complex history to ever be explained to someone

Matt's the type to jokingly stick his tongue out at you when you tease him

But be prepared for a witty rebuttal

The two of you love to listen to podcasts with scary stories

Compliments you a lot and is very smug about his smooth flirting

He can only imagine what you look like but that has never stopped him from claiming you're the prettiest person ever

Nothing can convince him otherwise

Matt is your number 1 fan

You do crosswords together

He smiles when he's kissing you, can't help it

Showering together

Matt will go to Heaven simply for putting up with your silly antics

You: Hey, wanna know a secret?

Matt: Sure

You: I like you

Matt, after being in a relationship with you for years: Color me surprised

You always have his back

"That's a stupidass idea, Matt... I'm right behind you."

He needs a little reassurance from time to time and you're more than willing to give it to him

You play with his hair when he lays on you

Sometimes, when he's gone all night, you sleep in his clothes, trying to at least pretend he's there with you

And when he comes back and sees you curled up in bed, wearing his shirt, it's so cute he might cry

Mornings are hard because neither of you wants to leave the bed

Giggly pillow talks

Sharing a tub of ice cream in the middle of the night and having intimate conversations

Cuddling!!! Once you give in, you're doomed. There's no escape. This is your life now.

Honestly, Matt wants to feel like he's bringing a positive change to the world, like his life matters, like he matters

You: You know, this world can't be hopeless. It sure does feel like it sometimes but it's not doomed. It can't be. Matt: Why? You: Because it has you.

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Kellin Quinn - Halloween

original post here! - written by @cherrycocaineee *Kellin’s p.o.v*   Chilled, slow air brushed against the multi-colored leaves and through my light, blonde hair. The soft crunching beneath my worn-out converse making me smile. I could smell sweetened pumpkin bread coming from inside Y/N’s apartment as I walked down the sidewalk towards the clean, white, freshly painted door; a carved pumpkin sitting on top of her brand new ‘welcome’ mat; her porch light decorated with fake spider webs and plastic spiders.  Coming to a stop in front of her door, I started running my fingers through my hair that was a bit knotted and checked my breath, not wanting to walk in with bad breath or messy hair. When I knew I was fixed up and done checking myself, I knocked on her three times on the door, waiting for her beautiful face to appear in front of me. Not a minute later, the door swung open revealing my sweet, blonde-haired girlfriend. Her rose, dusky lips stretching into a welcoming smile. Her blue eyes sparkling as she stared into mine, her head tilted to stare up at me (considering she was much shorter than I was).  “Hey Kellin,” she greeted, her voice light and sweet, “you made it just in time!”  “Hey Y/N,” I replied, smiling down at her as I wrapped my arms around her thin frame, spinning her around in a hug.  A soft giggle left her perfect lips as I set her down. The two of us walked into her apartment building and the smell of the sweet dessert was much stronger than it was outside.  “It smells great in here,” I said.  “Well that’s good,” she chirped, “I spent all day baking to make my apartment smell like pumpkin and cinnamon.” I laughed as I walked into the kitchen with her. She wasn’t lying about baking - her entire counter was covered in desserts like a pumpkin roll filled with cream cheese, coffee bread, and so many more delicious looking treats. Y/N walked over to the counter and started making the two of us a cup of coffee; mine black (just the way I like it), and hers either peppermint mocha or pumpkin spice latte creamer, making it the perfect caramel color. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist again, pressing my chest against her back.  “I’ve missed you,” I whispered in her ear.  “I’ve missed you too,” she replied, her voice quiet, “I wish you’d stop by more often.”  I pressed my lips to the back of her head, “I wish I did too. But luckily, I’m here for the next three days and tonight is Halloween. We can stay in and watch scary movies while we hand out candy or we can dress up and go trick or treating - whatever you want, my love, we can do” Y/N turned around and faced me, a warm smile on her face as she held the two cups of coffee in her hand. I stepped back and slipped one hand away from her to grip the mug. Bringing it to my lips, I carefully took a small sip, letting the earthy taste envelop my tongue. Y/N took a slow drink of her own coffee before responding to me.  “I’m not sure,” she said, shrugging, “I mean I wouldn’t mind going trick or treating.”  I leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against her lips.  “Then we’ll do that. You have a costume in mind?” I moved away from her and sat down at her body, picking at the pumpkin roll that sat in front of me. She didn’t say anything, instead, she grabbed a plate and knife from the dish rack and began cutting me a piece. She was a sweet girl, always making me a plate of anything she cooked. She placed the slice of pumpkin roll in front of me.   “I was thinking about a scarecrow? Something cute, yet Halloween-y. Spencers had some cute halloween stuff for scarecrows. Apparently it’s a kinda sexy Halloween costume.”  I chewed and nodded my head, “sounds perfect,” I say, trying to keep the cake from falling out.  She giggled and wiped some of the cream off the corner of my lip. When I finished my slice, I helped Y/N put all of her bakery items away in her fridge. When we were finished putting stuff away, we took a trip to the mall to Spencer’s which is where Y/N worked, also where we first met. She had helped me find a tongue piercing after recently getting my tongue pierced.  I pulled into an empty parking spot and the two of us headed inside. I could see that Y/N was nervous about being in public. We’d discussed it multiple times and the age difference between the two of us, her being nineteen and me being thirty-two, and she worried about people thinking she was using me. Katelynne sure did. And that didn’t help with her growing anxiety about it. But she took a deep breath, gripped my hand tightly, and smiled up at me. I smiled back reassuringly. The two of us headed inside the mall and went to the escalator. As we were going up, Y/N asked me what I wanted to dress up as so we could go trick or treating together.

 “I don’t know,” I answered, running my thumb over her hand, “maybe we can do a matching costume. I can be a scarecrow too - or, I can be a zombie. We can check out some other stores.”  “That sounds like a good idea,” Y/N said, her smile big as excitement flashed through her eyes.  As we headed through the doors of Spencers we spotted a familiar face standing behind the counter - Y/N’s co-worker. He looked up from his magazine and smiled wide.  “Y/N,” he greeted, “Kellin! What bring you two here Halloween day?” “We’re looking for Halloween costumes,” Y/N said.  “Doing some trick or treating tonight?”  “Of course,” I replied, grinning. Y/N’s co-worker, Daniel, spoke to us about the new Halloween costumes they had added to their range this year. After guiding us to the seasonal section of the store, he left the two of us to go shopping, reminding us to ask if we needed any help in his best, most sarcastic customer service voice, a cheesy grin plastered on his face until a little old lady stopped him to ask where she could find the hand cream. Now alone, Y/N and I started looking at the new racks, I watched her as she looked through all of the things that could work for her costume. I decided that I’d match her, find something cute to wear together as we went out. It’s been a long time since we’d gone out, with me being busy writing music and producing, etc., the two of us didn’t get to see each other physically. So I wanted to do something that I knew she’d enjoy and I knew for a fact that she loved matching.   We were there for a few hours before we had everything we needed. Y/N insisted that she pay for her own things but I told her I‘d pay for it all instead, just wanting to spoil her as much as possible before I had to leave again. Who knew when the next time I would be seeing her after I left? Once I had paid, we headed to Starbucks where Y/N insisted that she would pay for the drinks since I paid for the other things. I tried to argue but Y/N cut me off with a small kiss, smiling as she pulled away. I chuckled and nodded my head. “Fine. You can pay,” She got her iced white chocolate mocha with no whip while I ordered myself an ice coffee, Nothing too fancy. Once we had our coffee, we headed back to her apartment, and we started getting dressed for the evening. The clock above her TV said that it was almost five o’clock and I was sure Y/N would want to go out early so that way we could get enough candy. Plus – not that she knew - I had something else planned for the evening after we walked around for a bit. I wanted to take her on a hayride, something romantic.   I had finished putting on my scarecrow makeup in her guest bathroom and headed to find her. She was just finishing up the yellow-orange nose part of her makeup. She was leaning in towards the mirror, willing the make-up to go on as she wanted, when she spotted me in the reflection and squealed.  “Look at you,” she giggled, “you look great!” “Thank you,” I said, moving closer to her, “you look stunning yourself.”  My arms wrapped around her waist. I loved touching her. The feeling of her warm body on my own was calming. She was warm and soft, comforting. Something I hadn’t felt in such a long time and it was a very welcome feeling. I didn’t want to mess up either of our makeup, so I pressed a gentle kiss against her lips, causing a little giggle to escape her.  “Are you almost done, sweetheart?” I inquired. “Absolutely, I just gotta put on the outfit,” she replied, slipping out of my grasp and heading back into her bedroom.  I watched her as she slipped her black t-shirt over her head revealing the pretty, laced, white bra she wore underneath. I licked my lips, completely forgetting about the makeup that was over my mouth. She slipped out of her tights as well revealing a matching pair of panties. I cleared my throat causing her to look at me, she smirked at me.  Then she grabbed her clothes from her closet, threw on a button up, long-sleeved, burnt orange, plaid shirt and a pair of faded blue, skinny overalls. Once she was fully dressed, she threw on the hat and a pair of black boots that reminded me of rain boots. The two of us were fully dressed and ready to go out but to tell you the truth after seeing Y/N in her lingerie, I wanted to stay home and see more of her undressed. But I’d promised her a night out and I intended to deliver. The cool night breeze brushed against us as we began walking through the neighborhood. Y/N was holding a bucket shaped like a pumpkin in her hand as we walked. I kept my arm around her waist, wanting to not let her go. The two of us chatted as we walked down the street. Both of us walked up to all the little houses and said “trick or treat.” Elderly people were gushing over the two of us, saying how cute we were together, but the mood changed when some of the elderly people started to ask if Y/N was my daughter or niece. It was clearly making Y/N uncomfortable, So we knocked at a few more houses and then decided to call it quits. Y/N thought we were going back to her apartment, and we were, but we weren’t going inside to watch a movie or anything. The hayride would be waiting for us when we got there.  On the way back, Y/N looked up at me. “Do you think I’m too young for you?” She questioned. “No,” I replied, “do you?” “No.”  She didn’t even hesitate. “I just worry that with all of the comments people keep making about how I’m young enough to be your daughter or niece that you might not want to continue our relationship.”  I grabbed her hand, turning to face her. “I would never. I love you, Y/N. I don’t care about your age. I don’t care about what others say about us. I don’t care about what Katelynne thinks or says about you. You are the only person I care about romantically. I know that I only ever want to wake up every day and hear your voice or see your face.”   Y/N smiled, resting her head against my shoulder as we walked closer and closer to her apartment complex.  “I love you too, Kellin,” she said, “more than anything and anyone. I don’t ever want to lose what we have.” “And we won’t.”  When we arrived at the apartments, the hayride was waiting for us. Y/N’s eyes widened when she saw it causing me to smile proudly. It was exactly what I expected from her.  “Well come on,” I said, “let’s not keep the driver waiting.”  She followed me inside the back of the hayride and I helped her in before getting in myself. We both sat down together, I never let go of her, and I whistled for the driver to go. The driver tipped his hat and started moving the vehicle. Y/N smiled wide as she turned towards me.  “Did you plan this?”  “Yes I did,” I grinned, “I wanted to do something romantic for you tonight as well.” The rest of the ride, Y/N rested her head on my shoulder and we enjoyed our evening. The driver took us around several times and each time felt more and more romantic than the other. Y/N looked like a bright eyed child who had just been to Disneyland for the first time. She looked beautiful. I carressed her face softly, leaning down to press soft kisses against her chilled face. Her pretty eyes were closed.  “Y/N,” I whispered, my voice low, “open your eyes. Please.” Her twinkling blue eyes opened and we looked maintained eye contact for a few seconds, enjoying the connection. I stroked her cheek before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss against her lips, deepening it. I didn’t care about the makeup we were wearing. Twenty seconds passed before I pulled away from her and smiled.  “I hope you had fun tonight, sweetheart.”  “I did, Kel. Thank you so much. I love you.”  “I love you too.”  The driver came to a stop at Y/N’s apartment complex, and I tipped him well before taking Y/N to her apartment that was a few steps away. I wanted to get her inside before she caught a cold. When we got inside, the warmth of the running heater started to rush against me practically defrosting the both of us. Y/N wrapped her arms around her, moving them against her arms causing friction.  “Want to take a bath?” I asked.  “Yes please,” she whispered.   I nodded and carried her all the way to her bathroom. And for the rest of the night we held each other…  In the bathtub…  Under the covers…  And as we both fell asleep.

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Awsten Knight - Interview Conversations

original post by @cursivetalk

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Awsten Knight X F!Reader

Summary: You’re lounging around in your living room when you get a face time call from Awsten. In the middle of his interview.

Being in a relationship with Awsten was the most exciting thing happening to me in a while. And I didn’t mean that in a cheesy ‘I’m so crazy in love with you’ way. Nope. I simply never got to just chill with him. Not that it was something bad entirely, but that man’s mind worked in mysterious ways. Like last week. They weren’t touring at the time, just doing some promotional stuff and of course Awsten was always writing songs. So, as the good boyfriend he was, he took me on several cute dates which was all good and fine (a girl likes to be treated right after all). What I didn’t expect was Awsten waking me up at the ass crack of dawn to go — you fucking guessed it — bungee jumping. Because that was how my boyfriend’s brain works. I on the other hand (still half asleep) had agreed to it under the condition that Awsten made breakfast. So he had been clashing around in my small kitchen, telling me about how cool this was going to be, posting about it on Twitter while I was just trying to get my brain to start working, with a cup of coffee in hand. Awsten didn’t hold back to tell me how messed up my hair was – but kissed me right after it so he wouldn’t have to suffer from my death glare. I knew that he didn’t mean to hurt me - that guy loved to tease me and I loved to tease him. That was how our relationship worked honestly. All was good and I survived the jump but that taught me an important lesson: Never agree to Awsten’s plans before I knew the conditions. Bringing this more to the present, I was lounging around in my living room and fiddling with my phone. Later today, Awsten wants to drop by for a movie night but that’s still a few hours away. So goodbye tidying up and hello comfy hoodie and sofa! And then my phone lit up with a familiar face. It took me a moment to understand that I was in fact not looking at Dean hunting a demon anymore; but instead at a still of my boyfriend. Which was weird as I was pretty sure he was in the middle of an interview. Don’t ask me with whom, I had been still asleep when he told me about it. Don’t try to talk to me before my coffee. “Hey baby! Love that hoodie!” Awsten waved at me through the screen. I looked down and realized that I was wearing his merch. Arrogant fucker. “Aren’t you, like, in the middle of something?” From the way he was holding his phone, I could see the very tips of Otto’s curls in front of something red and soft looking. Probably a sofa. There was some distant mumbling in the background that Awsten simply ignored and pouted at his phone - and consequently me - instead. “Well yeah, but I’ve got a question for you.” This dude, I swore. I shook my head in fake disappointment, but I was pretty sure that he could see the smile I tried to hide behind my hair. Knowing Awsten his question had exactly nothing to do with what the poor interviewer had originally asked. “What is it?” I pouted, snuggling back into the sofa. “No reason to be so rude, Y/N,” Geoff peered over Awsten’s shoulder. He chuckled as he said this, taking the venom from his words completely. As soon as Geoff had come into the frame, Otto craned his neck towards the screen as well. He smiled brightly and then waved at me. “Hey, Y/N! Long-time no see.” “Aww! but you saw me just Friday,” I reminded him, grabbing for a pillow. This would take a while so I might as well get comfortable. “Would you stop flirting with my girlfriend?” A soft ‘ouch’ could be heard following the statement and Otto suddenly left the frame. Awsten looked up again innocently though it was pretty clear that it had been him. “Anyway. I was wondering if you know the name of that garage band we saw last week? We’ve been talking 'bout Joe and I remembered that I wanted to tell him about 'em but I forgot their name.” Right… A day after the bungee jumping incident Awsten had made amends in form of my favourite bar and a little book shopping trip beforehand. Not that he had anything to to amend for (it had actually been pretty fun), but Awsten claimd it was necessary. And there we had seen this small band perform. They hadn’t been that bad in my opinion and I even had gotten Awsten to dance with me to one of their songs. It took me some serious mind tricks but then I remembered their name. “Hang on, it was something with face or something like that in the name. No wait. They were called 'Poison From Your Lips’!” Awsten hit his forehead and nodded in confirmation. “That was it. Thanks, babe!” “No problem!” Muted mumbling in the background again - Probably the interviewer trying to get their attention back. My suspicion was confirmed as Awsten’s head snapped up and he asked, “What was the question again? Sorry, got a lil caught up here.” More words I couldn’t decipher. Still, I waited patiently in case there were more questions for me. But Awsten just nodded and hummed along, his phone angled up so I could see only his neck and chin. “Yeah, I really like working out all the details for the fans to find. It’s like scavenger hunting only through songs and posts. There’s a bunch of stuff you haven’t found yet by the way,” Awsten tilted his head at a camera and raised his arms while speaking. Which made him realize that the call was still going. I suppressed a giggle and waved at him and he turned the phone back upright. “You’re still there!” “That I am,” I nodded solemnly, surpressing a giggle at his confused excitement. Geoff and Otto were coughing suspiciously but Awsten didn’t let himself get distracted. Instead he rolled his eyes at me. “Smartass.” “You love it.” “True,” Awsten agreed and caught me off guard with the honest look in his eyes that he masked with a flirtatious wink, “but I fear I have to say goodbye for now. Wave for the camera!” And then, the screen got blurry while he whirled it around. I waved dutifully at the blurs that were supposed to be people. “See you tonight,” I said to Awsten before the connection cut off. A lost blown kiss and the call died. Shaking my head, I stared at the dark screen. I loved this man so much, it wasn’t even funny anymore.

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[imagineeditor]

Hi!!

welcome! I’m just using this first post as a little disclaimer - this blog is not in any way meant to be hateful to the original posters or an attempt to steal their content.

I plan to re-word then repost imagines (fluff, smut whatever), with a few grammatical tweaks, as well as some that are just grammatically good anyway. for the time being, im just looking and bands i am/was into (ATL, waterparks, paramore, fob, patd, that kind of thing), but if you have any requests i will do some digging.

WHY AM I DOING THIS?

so when i was 16 (I’m in my mid twenties now) I LIVED and BREATHED imagines. i was in a rough spot personally and found that music and imagines were my best means of escape. i could live a life on tour, feeling the love i never felt and never imagined myself getting. i ran an imagine blog for a while with my best friend at the time - i believe we were called imagineallthebands? im not in a position to resume writing - im at uni and fully in the midst of assignments so this is my contribution to the word.

one thing I found that took me out of the fantasy however was bad grammar and spelling mistakes, so i think I’m doing this for little 16 year old me, and anyone else who needs that escape to be perfect.

disclaimer to the disclaimer - my grammar is obviously not perfect, especially in these little ~me spurting my brain onto the keyboard~ posts

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