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“I saw the way you were looking at her. I’m not stupid Ed-”

“Do you want some head?” Eddie asks suddenly, cutting your sentence short.

“What?” your head whips around, meeting his dark eyes, your scowl now replaced with a look of surprise.

“Do you want some fucking head? Would that fix whatever the hell is wrong with you right now?” he grumbles, raising an eyebrow in your direction.

“I- well, I mean..”

“Thought so. Now please just stop with the damn attitude until we get home.” he gripes, a small smirk appearing on his pretty lips.

“And then head?” you pout slightly, biting down on your plump lip as Eddie rolls his eyes playfully.

“And then head.”

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O MY FUKING GOD

sub! anakin getting pegged and turning into a babbling moaning drooling mess?

this post is 18+, minors dni.

cw for pegging, obviously, which i know is specifically done with a dildo, but i think i made it neutral to where it doesn't matter if you're imagining a dildo or a real dick. if i achieved that, then whichever one you've got is the one that's in his ass 🫡

Your spit is slicked over the back of Anakin's neck but his is soaking through the sheets, a misshapen pool of the stuff darkening the white fabric into something off.

It trails obscenely from his mouth, the wet ring of his lips helpless in stopping the flow of saliva down to the mattress. He's long-since been slack-jawed, each time the head of your dick makes contact with him, drags along his walls and prods at his prostate sends him a little further away from the place in his brain where close mouth is wired.

You lean down once more to kiss at the saliva drying on the nape of his neck, but you can't help yourself from dragging your tongue over the skin. He does it to you during sex, he makes it a game to see how wet he can get you using every tool at his disposal, but now that the tables are turned it appears he can't handle it. When your tongue flattens along his neck and laps at the sweat there he shudders, whining as his muscles lose tension of their own accord.

He slams forwards onto the mattress, the bottom of his chin making contact with the wet spot he'd left behind. You'd anticipated the move; Anakin's always been more sensitive to your tongue than he lets on - and you go down with him, bracing your weight on his back while his hole stretches around you. He tries muscling his way back onto his hands and knees but you brace your elbow on his back, wrestling him into compliance the way that he so often does for you.

"Stay down, Ani," You replace your elbow with your hand, cupping the back of his neck still wet with your saliva and squeezing, "What is it you always tell me- just lay there and take it if I can't even hold myself up?"

"I want it," Anakin whines greedily, pressing his ass backwards into your steady thrusts and releasing a steady stream of grunts and groans as you fuck him open from behind, "Force-ah- ah, fuck! Fuck, 'want more, want you- want you want you want-you-so-bad!"

"Then lay there," You repeat, eyeing his hand that's ducked below his stomach, "And take it. You think I don't see you, Ani?"

You reach for his hand and tug it away from his dick, watching as he angles his face into the sheets to release a muffled sob.

"You never let me touch myself when you fuck me," You chastise him, affixing his hand to your steadily rocking hip to keep it occupied, "And if you think I'm gonna be nice enough to let you yank on your dick while I'm fucking you, then you really did go dumb on my cock."

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AOTC!Anakin being so horny and sexually frustrated that at one point he breaks and asks you for help

18+. Smut. Masturbation. Slight cum play.

Oh virgin boy.

"Don't look at me," He whispers, covering his eyes with the back of his hand. Anakin's cock twitches in your hand, leaking a bead of precum that rolls down the shaft landing on the side of your index finger. "Don't look at me like that."

"Anakin..." You mumble, looking away to give the poor boy a break. "How long have you..."

"I don't know. I tried to stop touching myself, hoping it will ease the... problem. It only made it worse," His confession is laced with a sweet humiliation. Anakin is embarrassed to even be saying it out loud— but you are already stroking his cock, so if we talk about inhibitions... "I'm sorry— I didn't mean to drag you into my stupid, horny mess."

"It's alright."

You swallow, equally nervous. You try to focus on helping him because that's the point of your presence so late at night in his chambers, right? Why would you be thinking about how thick and veiny his cock is? How he throbs and twitches every time you flick your wrist faster? How you can barely circle your hand around it—

"Thank you, thank you so much— oh fuck," Anakin moans, spreading his legs and groaning louder. He is loud, louder than you imagined— because of course you have imagined it before, with the same hand jerking him off in between your thighs— He bites his lip, shaking his head and panting. His braid lands on his shoulder, and you try to focus on it instead of how he looks when he's about to come.

He must have been so pent up, because his cum lands on your hand, his thighs, and even a couple drops on your face. Perhaps you were hovering too low. Anakin opens his eyes and looks at you mortified, reaching for his discarded pants and trying to wipe your lip and chin.

"I–I'm sorry! I promise you I didn't mean to. I–I just— I just can't control how it— how it happens and—" Anakin is a stuttering mess, blushing even harder.

Your tongue darts quickly, licking the bead from your lower lip. Anakin stares at you with his pants in his hand and a dumbfounded expression on his face. His heart jolts when you bring your hand to your face and lick his cum off.

A heavy silence fills the room. A beat goes by, then another one— and when you look down, you find his cock semi-hard… again.

"You should've have done that," Anakin breathes out, before cupping your face and pulling you closer, kissing you. "I just... You shouldn't have."

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just thinking about tackling eddie once he leaves the upside down.

you don’t realize the extent of his injuries as you run full speed at him, crashing into his chest. knocking the both of you to the ground, a pained groan leaving his lips, “careful there sweetness.”

he winces as you press kisses all over his face. and despite the pain radiating through his torso, he can’t help but grin widely. “sorry… i just, i didn’t think you were coming back.”

the brunette cups your cheeks in his dirty hands, pulling you down to kiss you feverishly. only pulling away when you hear a chorus of groans behind you, and a couple shouts of ‘get a room!’

the both of you a little breathless as you giggle softly. you tenderly lean your forehead against his, clutching onto the green vest adorning his shoulders.

his brown eyes shining with admiration, “i’ll always come back to you sweetheart.”

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smutty thoughts… i can just think of shower sex with eddie, he fucks you from behind and he feels like he is going to scream so he muffles his moans biting your shoulder and the little sting of pain makes you lose your head 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

He bites you all the time , little nips here and there but this was hard. Teeth prints etched in dark red where blood threatened to breech the surface of your skin.

Eddie couldn't hold but so much back as he lost control. Just trying to keep quiet while Wayne was watching TV in the living room.

So he bit you. And in turn you had to bite down on the forearm he had pressed against your chest, to keep your own loud moans from echoing off the walls and it sent you both spiraling so incredibly fast into cumming.

Small ragged huffs from Eddie as he had laid his head in the crook of your neck nuzzling in. The water washing what it could down the drain along with Eddie's help. When he turns it off he grabs the fluffier of the two towels and brings it towards you, wrapping it around your body and giving you a small ruffle. And he takes your hand, watching carefully, as you step out of the shower on shakey legs.

" Come on love, let's go get you dressed and warmed up hmm."

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+18 ONLY - Minors DNI

Eddie Munson x Reader | ~650 Words

What is this? I don't know. Just thinking about how Eddie feels when he's cleaning himself up before some fun play time with his partner. The reader wears a strap.

The ritual gets him ready. He’s thought about what will happen if/when you decide to move on from him, if he’ll ever be able to feel the warm water between his cheeks without getting hard. He pours the soap onto the center of the soft and soaked cloth and watches the bubbles foam. The steam that fills his small bathroom smells of coconut and vanilla.

The ritual dictates his movements, starting with rubbing that soft and textured cloth along his forehead. Wiping away the dust in the corner of his eyes. Behind his ears, he doesn’t want to grow potatoes back there, and under his curls at the back of his neck. His shoulders and chest. He ignores the way the blood rushes south as the soapy cloth runs against his bellybutton. The soap lathers in the fine hair that turns coarser and coarser as he goes down, down, down and washes himself where he’s aching to be touched.

He can’t help but rest his head against the tile focusing on the way it cools his skin. He resists the urge to stroke himself and wills himself to remember the ritual. He cleans his erection, and the soft sac underneath. He does not stroke. He does not give in to it. He moves down to his legs, ignoring the way he’s speeding up now. He knows what comes next. He knows what’s waiting for him in his bedroom, behind the thin and evil wall where he rests his head.

He takes the bottle of body wash and squeezes it into the washcloth. He turns his back to the stream of hot water, letting it stream down his back. He’s shaking, no vibrating. He spreads himself to let the almost scalding water run down his open slit, that aching hole clenching at the feeling. The soapy cloth does its work, and his eyes roll back into his head at the feeling of it. Oh god, does it feel so right to be touched there. He’s forgotten about his cock while he cleans himself, but it moves in the open air of the shower. It thrusts into nothing with each swipe of the slightly rough cloth.

He wonders if you know how much self control it takes to not bend himself in half, letting himself get carried away with the sensation. Letting himself pulse and cum in the steaming hot bathroom. Oh, yes. It would feel nice, and he tucks the thought away - maybe someday he won’t have you waiting for him in the other room. He takes the shower head from its hook, and sprays the head against his open ass. He’s scrubbed clean, and he’s rinsing it all away before he enters that sacred space with you.

He’s hard, so hard, when he steps onto the bath mat outside of the shower. He takes his time, breathing the steamy air through his nose while he uses the soft terry cloth towel to dry himself. He didn’t know a towel could feel so soft, but you’ve taught him the magic of vinegar in the washing machine. It’s not the only thing you’ve taught him. He takes a moment to breathe in the smell of the fresh towel before wrapping it around his waist and releasing the steam of the shower into the bedroom. 

You’re laying in the bed, your cock already strapped on and standing tall. You’ve been watching the door, waiting for him. God, you can’t believe how he looks right now. His pale skin with the black ink that dances on the surface of it. The curls with drops of water that drip along his pretty collarbone. You can see his erection pressing against the gray towel he has slung around his hips.

“Come here, pretty boy. I want you to sit on my face.”

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I saw your post about requests…

If you ask Eddie randomly, “When guys say sit on my face, do you mean hover or sit?” And of course Eddie means sit. Sit like a chair. So he decides to prove that’s exactly what he means.

I had this half finished in my docs titled ‘Lilthbunny request’ and it has taken me so long to finish it that you changed your name 💀

I'm sorry and thank you for requesting it 💕

This is just pure shameless smut ☺️

Word Count: 1.8K

Content Warnings: 18+ Only, Friends to lovers, Smut, Oral Sex (f receiving), Fingering, Both Eddie and reader are high, No specific mentions of weight but reader has insecurities about crushing him

“Do girls watch porn?” Eddie asked as he sat crisscross opposite you on his bed. 

You felt giggly from the pot brownie you had shared with him approximately an hour beforehand. In your high state you had suggested a game of truth or dare which had very quickly evolved into only truths of an entirely sexual nature. Whilst a few of them strayed into  fairly personal territory most of the questions had been ones asked out of curiosity, things you had always wondered but perhaps been too shy to ask your previous partners about. With your inhibitions lowered now seemed as good of a time as any to get some of them off your chests.

“I mean… yeah?” You shrugged, another snigger escaping as you watched Eddie’s brows raise high in delighted surprise. “Obviously? What makes you think we wouldn’t?”

“Just thought you might prefer something a little more girly, that's all.” 

“Oh yeah?” you scoffed. “Define girly.”

“I dunno, your imagination,” He teased, you couldn’t help but laugh louder at the dramatic way he flopped onto his back. “You telling me you’ve not got one of those ridiculously cheesy romance novels in your nightstand? And don’t lie to me. I’ve seen it.”

“Okay so I do have one, doesn’t mean I don’t also like to watch it - and stop snooping through my stuff when I’m not there!”

You kicked Eddie in the shin to emphasise your disapproval at how nosey he was but he wasn’t really listening, his own thoughts were being flooded with the possibilities of what you got yourself off to. He snagged his bottom lip between his teeth as he adjusted his position so that the stirring beneath his soft, black sweatpants wouldn’t become painfully obvious. 

“What kinda stuff do you watch?” He decided to push his luck.

“Nuh uh-” You quickly shut him down. “You had your question, it’s my turn.”

“Alright, alright,” he held his hands up in defence, those were the rules you had agreed upon after all. “You go then.”

You copied Eddie’s position and lay on your back next to him, your fingers drumming lightly on your stomach as you thought about what to ask next. 

“Hmmm,” There had been one thing you were always worried about that you had felt too awkward to ever ask for clarification on. “You know when a guy says sit on my face? Do they really mean sit or… hover?” 

“Sit,” Eddie answered vehemently without missing a beat, his head falling forward to accentuate his answer with a nod.

“Really?” Despite his confident answer you sounded like you didn’t believe him. “Can you breathe?” 

“Yeah, you just breathe through your nose,” he shrugged again. “And even if I couldn’t, that is exactly how I wanna kick it anyway.” 

He expected you to laugh, to call him a weirdo and playfully kick him again but you didn’t. Instead you were unusually quiet, he glanced over at you to see what your deal was and found your face set in deep concentration. Almost every time you had engaged in the act you had been far too self conscious to be able to enjoy yourself. Always too worried about your partner’s comfort. Were you crushing them? Were they enjoying it? Was it taking so long that they needed a break for some air? You were so in your head about it that you never even came close to an orgasm. 

“You okay?” He asked when several seconds of silence had passed, you jumped when he reached out his pointer finger to poke you in the ribs. 

“Yeah,” you scoffed, swatting at his hand.

“You sure?” He pried, watching your features intently while he tried to guess what you were feeling. “That last question got you thinking about something?”

You sighed and pulled the neck of your t-shirt up over your face, unable to look at him as the conversation crossed the line back to a personal side. 

“No… Maybe,” You groaned and he tugged your shirt back down with a smirk until only your eyes were peeking out the top. “I guess I just feel awkward, like every time I just feel like they hate it you know.”

“Do they do something to make you think that? Or say something?” The pad of his finger drew lazy patterns across the bare skin of your forearm, perhaps it was the edible still flowing through his system but he felt compelled to touch you while he comforted you.

“No they didn’t do anything, I guess I just wasn’t totally comfortable with them.” 

He hoped what he was about to suggest wouldn’t ruin your friendship forever, but as he watched the insecurities creeping their way across your features to replace the smiling, carefree beauty he was staring at five minutes ago he just couldn’t help himself. 

“Well,” he started almost apprehensively. “Maybe you should try it with someone you are totally comfortable with. Someone you trust… Someone like… Me?”

He half expected for a second time for you to laugh in his face. To tell him he was being ridiculous and that you didn’t see him that way. But as you let your shirt slip down far enough to reveal the rest of your face you were looking at him with nothing but complete sincerity.

“Are you serious?” Your voice came out barely a whisper.

Eddie turned on his side to face you and nodded, reaching out with a shyness to his touch as his fingers danced along the waistband of your jeans. You exhaled a shaky breath when he expertly popped the button and he encouraged you to shuffle the denim down your legs.

“Can I kiss you too?” He asked hopefully, he had fantasised about the feeling of your lips pressed to his many times and he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to experience it for real, especially when he didn’t know if this would ever happen again.

“Please,” you smiled and he didn’t waste another second, his hand cradled your jaw to gently pull your mouth to his. 

Your foreheads bumped and his perfect nose grazed the bridge of your own as your lips moved softly together. Short breathy sighs, and hushed whines quickly grew rushed and desperate, months and months of lust and pining for one another finally boiling to the surface. Eventually you ended up on top of him, your thighs straddling his hips and the heat from your now soaked core grinding against his stiff cock was starting to make him feel lightheaded. He was struck with the overwhelming need to taste your wetness on his tongue. His palms circled round to cup the meat of your ass. His fingers dipped beneath the cotton of your underwear and you shifted enough for him to rip the garment down your legs. Once your thighs had settled back on either side of his hips he locked his arms around the backs of your knees and dragged you up his body until your pussy was hovering over his face.

“Don’t hold back okay?” He panted breathlessly. “I’m serious, I want you to fucking ride me until you’re cumming on my tongue, okay baby?”

Your stomach fluttered at how utterly filthy the words sounded tumbling from his lips but a part of you was still hesitant. Eddie sensed your apprehension and pecked a few reassuring kisses to the insides of your thighs.

“I’ll let you know if I need you to stop, okay? I’ll pinch you,” He promised, squeezing your hips to show you his signal. “Otherwise I don’t want you to even think about me, right?”

“Okay,” you agreed, biting your lower lip as you waited for him to make his move.

Any doubts you had vanished when he yanked you towards his face, his hands planted firmly on your hips to hold you in place. The first swipe of his tongue across your dripping centre tore a strangled cry from your throat. The moment your taste flooded him he couldn’t get enough, the vibrations from his satisfied moans travelling along his tongue only added to the delicious sensations he was bestowing upon you. Once he had lapped up  the arousal gathered at your entrance he focused the majority of his attention on your sensitive bundle of nerves, your hips jolted forward instinctively and his hands gently pushed against your ass, an encouragement for you to keep grinding on his face. The scratch of his five o’clock shadow against your inner thighs was surprisingly pleasant, it tickled you rather than feeling rough and only aided in driving you closer to your sweet release. Sensing that you were close Eddie manoeuvred you enough to allow two of his thick fingers to slip inside your slickness. 

“Oh fuck-” You gasped as the stretch of his digits filling you. “Oh my God, right there-”

He hummed with his lips still latched to your swollen clit, alternating between sucking and fast flicks of his sinful tongue as his fingers curled to find your sweet spot. He knew when he had found it from the way your walls clenched around him impossibly tightly, your head rolled back as every shred of self consciousness was ripped from your body with each thrust of your hips. It only took another handful of strokes before your shaking thighs were clamping around his head, the powerful climax tearing through you as you slammed your eyes shut and screamed his name.

“Oh fuck I’m cumming - Oh Eddie… Eddie… Eddie,” you moaned over and over until your cries turned to whispers.

Once your muscles had gone lax and the pleasure in your core had reduced to small pulses you slowly opened your eyes. You glanced down at Eddie with hooded lids and watched while he sucked each finger that had been buried inside you clean, growling an appreciative sound as he withdrew each digit torturously slowly. Once he had finished you noticed his breathing was strained and you realised you were sitting on the centre of his chest.

“Sorry!” You squeaked as you tried to shift some of your weight off him but he only reached out to grab hold of your hips. 

“Stay,” he grunted, his voice husky.

“You can’t breathe!”

“Worth it,” he huffed, his gorgeous smile spreading across his face with pride at how hard he made you cum.

You leaned down until your face was a mere inch from his. He stretched forward to chase your lips but you backed up just enough that he couldn’t reach you. 

“Thank you,” You whispered, a dreamy smile that matched his stretching across your own lips.

“Any time,” he chuckled. “Seriously.”

“Oh I’ll definitely take you up on that,” You assured him. “But right now I hope you’re ready to have your soul sucked out of your dick.”

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#LeavesThisHereWithoutContext

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Witch!reader making Eddie a protection spell in a little jar or a little amulet during season 4 and Eddie gets all teary because he never thought someone would care for him this much

— from 🦇 anon

so cuuuuute. I was actually thinking ab witch!reader today and her specific accessories- i know she'd have a vintage locket that she picked up at the thrift store but instead of a picture she'd keep a lock of Eddie's hair in there. she also definitely learns how to properly preserve blood samples, so her and Eddie both carry a tiny vial of each other's, which for you is protection but for Eddie it's "so metal".

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MEI MEI MEI can i request Anakin headlocking reader with his hot hot sexy thick biceps as hes fucking reader from behind OHMYGOD bonus points if its in front of the mirror and he bends her head and back so much he can kiss her upside down from behind IDK IF The human body is that flexible BUT NGHHHHH ive been thinking about this ALL week everyday 24/7 THANKYOUUUU❤️❤️❤️

thank you arm kink indy for giving me your blessing to write this when i was scared it would be too similar to your post

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Sex with Anakin is a wrestling match. A rather one-sided one, too, for all the fight that you put up. You've expressed time and time again that Anakin can do whatever he wants with you; you've begged him to take you however he pleases, but he still moves like you're his opponent and you're about to deck him hard in the jaw.

Air escapes your lungs in a weak grunt, an 'mmf-!' when Anakin's body weight pins you to the mattress. The springs beneath you bounce you back up, but Anakin's broad, muscled chest is there to stop you, and you find yourself effectively smothered. His hips are already rutting against your ass, cock dragging against its undercurve as he teases you with the feather-light nudge of its tip against your clit. You feel him grind against your slit, pseudo-sex that makes your cunt ache for real penetration.

"Ani," You mewl, words futile in persuading him to take pity on you, "Please, please, I need you inside of me, please, e-enough teasing."

"E-enough teasing," He mimics, voice pitched up and laced with bawdy desperation that you're mortified he saw in your own. He spits the words into the dip of your shoulders, lips trailing up your spine and teeth latching into your shoulder. You gasp at the bite, whine at his cruel teasing, but he's not finished, lips poised beside your ear to lecture you on proper decorum.

"You think you're in charge? Think you get to boss me around, baby?"

His words are terribly, wonderfully demeaning, and delicious shame curls beneath your belly as his weight keeps you helplessly pinned to the mattress. You're at his mercy, and it's making your core throb with want.

"No, I- that's not what I meant," You plead your case, but at another sharp bite from Anakin, this time along the base of your neck, you yelp and correct yourself, "I just need you, Anakin! Please!"

You're not sure if the slick mess between your thighs is solely your own doing, or if Anakin is smearing sticky precum over you as he ruts against your slit, but you're thoroughly soaked, and you feel yourself clenching around nothing but air at the thought of Anakin's cock filling your hole. You desperately press your ass further out, silently begging for Anakin to take pity on you and finally fuck his dick into your cunt, but your efforts are fruitless.

Instead of rewarding you with the thick circumference of his achingly hard cock, Anakin shows you an even larger width - that of his bicep. You see it beneath your chin as it wraps around your throat, and if you'd managed to suck any oxygen into your lungs since he'd pinned you down, it's gone now.

It's so thick that it forces your head up, your neck angled awkwardly to accommodate the arm now pressing tightly against your throat. It means that if he surges forwards while simultaneously pulling you towards him, he can reach your face, and he sticks a wet, sloppy kiss to your parted lips. It's less-than-romantic, but it's arousing, and that's all that matters to you right now.

"Look at yourself," Anakin gestures to the mirror hung on the wall across from your bed, most frequently used for checking your outfit and taking suggestive photos. You glance up at it with your eyes watering, not only from the ache of being empty but from the tight pressure of Anakin's arm around your neck, and you find yourself a sight to behold. Your hair is mussed, your lips swollen and slick with spit, your body pinned hopelessly beneath Anakin's. You're a mess, and Anakin has no problem in jostling you in his grip to exacerbate it. He's still humping against the curve of your ass, but he's no longer letting his cock drag through your slit, and you're desperate to get as much as you can from him.

"Does that look like someone who's in charge?" He asks, eyes boring into your own through the mirror, "Does that look like someone who calls the shots?"

"No," You gush pathetically on an exhale, dragging in oxygen much slower due to Anakin's partial closure of your windpipe, "No, I'm- I'm sorry, Ani, I didn't mean that."

"Good," He grunts, flexing the muscles in his biceps to lift your chin even higher. He does the rest with his face, nudging your head backwards with his chin until he can reach the wet ring of your lips. It's different now, agony on your neck as he's tipped you backwards instead of kissing you from the side, but there's something disgustingly hot about the way that his tongue slides over yours that makes you shudder with anticipation.

He licks over your tongue and latches onto your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth to nip at. When it's red and stinging he releases it, sucking up the drool that's sliding down your tongue. It's probably from his own mouth, but it's mixed with your saliva now, and he's happy to lap at it.

"Relax," He croons, voice kinder now that you're pliant and open for him to lick at. The word echoes in your mouth and you feel another shiver of pleasure run down your spine as he grinds against your ass, "I know what you want, baby, just let me give it to you."

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Eddie’s cock fucking into you harder and deeper with every single thrust. And it feels so good that even though you’re trying to moan and whine about how filled up and ruined you feel, no sound escapes your lips.

“Fucked you so good you can’t speak, huh baby?” He asks, voice laced with condescension. When you don’t reply, he just chuckles and fucks you harder until your eyes roll back and you start letting out a few silent tears.

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Sure ya will

Eddie munson x reader:

Summary: Eddie says he's gonna marry you one day. You don't believe him.

1984

your laying in bed with Eddie. You'd been datong for 2 years. He's stroking your back as you listen to his heartbeat.

"I'm gonna marry you one day." HE says as the music hums quietly in the background.

"Sure ya will." You answer still listening to his heartbeat.

"I mean it. I will. Get you a nice engagement ring. Pretty wedding ring." HE smiles saying. You've always been in slightly denial about hoe much Eddie loves you. So he says stuff like this to tease you.

"OK Eddie whatever you say." You say kissing his chest to chur the boy up.

-

1986

After everything with the upside down and Eddie barely surviving. You both decided it would be nice to take a vacation to somewhere nice. You decided on LA as the government had given a fair amount of hush hush money so you could have a treat like this.

You went shopping alone, leaving Eddie in the hotel room you shared. You walked in with your shopping bag, placing it down. You heard music. You slipped your shoes off and walked down the short capretted hallway. The bedroom had candles and rose petals. You approached the end of the bed and saw balloons above the bed.

"WILL YOU MARRY ME?"

They read. You stood shocked as you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned on instinct and saw Eddie behind you. Before you could say a word he got on one knee holding out the small box.

"Y/n y/l/n. You are the most important person in the whole world to me. We have been through hell and back together, and I love you more then I could ever ever tell you. I used to tell you I'm gonna marry you one day, and you'd roll your eyes and make a sarcastic comment. I love you. And without you I'd be fucking lost. I know I'm not the sappy kinda guy but deal with it for 5 minutes ok. Y/n will you marry me?" He askes opening the box to reveal the engagement ring.

Your mouth falls slightly open, and a tear runs down your cheek. You snap out of your daze and nod as the tears stream. "YES. Yes ofcourse I'll fucking marry you." You say hugging Eddie. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to lay on the floor hugging him.

You pull your face out of his neck and kiss him. You hold your hand out and he slips the ring on your finger. "My beautiful fiance." HE says kissing you.

-

1987

"Do you Edward munson take y/n y/l/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do." HE says squeezing your hand smiling.

"Do you y/n y/l/n take Edward munson to be your lawfully wedded husband" the priest askes.

"I do." You answer not hesitating.

"Please place these rings in eachothers fingers to represent your never dying love and how you will love each other for as long as you both shall live."

Eddie slips your ring on first, lifting your hand and kissing it. You slip Eddie's wedding band on his hand, running your thump over it.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

That's all the conformation Eddie needs. Both his hands go to your waist as he kisses you. Your arms around his neck. You hold eachother and kiss as your friends and family cheer. You both pull away ever so slightly and smile.

You walk hand in hand back down the aisle and exit the back doors having a moment. Once out of sight Eddie pulls you close by your waist wrapping his arms around you you doing the same to his neck. You kiss eith much more passion.

"Hello Mrs munson." HE says kissing your lips lightly.

"Hello Mr munson" you say smiling connecting your lips.

"Told you." HE says smiling.

You look at him confused.

"Told you I'd marry you one day." HE says kissing you. "Imagine if younger you could see this she would be shocked as fuck." HE smiles brushing your hair out of your face.

You take his hand in yours. "She would be the happiest girl in the world knowing we married you." You smiles kissing him again

"NO she would be surprised you didn't kill me or I'm not in jail." HE jokes hugging you.

"OK yeah and that." You laughlooking up at him. "I'm glad it's us against the world forever. When you used to say you'd marry me I knew you were my soul mate. Younger me didn't wanna accept it." You say looking him in the eyes.

"I always knew it was gonna be you. Loved you from day one. Nothing ever gonna change that. Sorry babe but your stuck with me." HE says showing you his ring smugly. You giggle at him.

"To death do us part." You say kissing him.

"To death do us fucking part." HE says kissing you deeper and more passionately.

"I love you Mrs munson." HE smiles at you.

"I love you too Mr munson." You saying kissing him sweetly.

"Common let's go have a drink and our first dance as a married couple so we can go have some married sex." HE says swatting your butt playfully which you barely noticed through your dress.

"You mean before everyone thinks I've killed you." You laugh kissing him.

He laughs with you kissing you again.

"Gonna make you a mum to my kids one day." HE smirks kissing you again. You think back to when he said he'd marry you and giggle. You swat his ass harder then he did yours making his mouth go to a slight o shape.

"Sure ya will." You say kissing him "Let's go party" you say dragging him to your friends and family as they cheer as you enter the wedding reception. Eddie takes your hand holding it in the air while interwining your fingers with his as everyone cheers.

He pulls you in and kisses you infront of everyone, and you smile into the kiss. Yeah. You wasn't gonna like being Eddie's wife. You were gonna love being Mrs munson.

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Some nights Eddie can’t fall asleep unless you play with his hair. Nights where he needs those comforting touches after a long day. Those nights find him lying on your chest, wishing to be held as your hands work their magic, one gently caressing up and down his back as the other works its way through his hair. Combing your fingers through the thick curls, twirling strands round and round, massaging his sensitive scalp as the content sighs slip from him.

A finger traces along his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

“That tickles,” he chuckles sleepily as he rubs his face into you, arms squeezing you a bit before relaxing.

Your fingers not stopping even as his snores fill the quiet room.

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My Heart Stands Still~ E.M

Angst

Summary: Eddie is dealing with your death.

Summary : I'm sorry this is short, but I needed to write this as I am dealing with losing someone.

The feeling of losing someone you love is an indescribable pain that cuts deep into your heart. It's a pain that consumes you, leaving you with a heavy weight on your chest and tears constantly streaming down your face. 

The thought of never being able to see or talk to them again is unbearable. You find yourself crying at the smallest reminder of them - a familiar scent, a song that you used to listen to together, or even a simple memory. Every little thing seems to trigger a wave of emotions and tears.

That is how Eddie felt as he stood standing with everyone else that knew you. That loved you. That cared deeply for you. Your friends and your loved once. But they didn't know the feeling like Eddie.

He loved you.

He feels like a part of him has been taken away, a part of him that he would never get back. The sadness and the grief seems never ending and he wondered when will he ever move on. Will he move on?

The realization that he will never hear your voice or feel your touch again is like a knife to his heart. His mind is flooded with regrets and what ifs, and he starts to question every moment that he had with you.

He wished he could turn back time and cherish every second, but it's too late. The pain of losing you, the person he love is not just emotional, it's psychical too. It's a constant ache in his chest that makes it hard for him to breathe.

It feels like he is suffocating, drowning in his own tears.

The world around him seems to continue on, but he feels stuck in never ending cycle of grief.

He tried finding comfort in his memories, his friends, his band, talking to Wayne, but they only brought him more tears. More anger too.

It's a rollercoaster of emotions, from anger and disbelief to sadness and numbness. He couldn't feel anything close to what he felt when you were here. It's the thought of facing life without you is daunting and overwhelming. How was he suppose to graduate? How was he suppose to get his first gig? His first dance? Without you. It seems impossible.

But through all the tears and pain, he holds onto the love you two shared. He holds onto the moments that made him laugh and the memories that brought him joy.

The first smile you gave him. The first sparkle in your eye when he said your name. The first time he made you laugh. The first lame joke he shared with you. The first time you came over. The first kiss. The first hug. The first hand holding. The first time you told him you loved him.

He holds onto every note you have given him. It's stored underneath his bed.

But then there was anger. Eddie couldn't help but go back to it.

The anger that he felt in the situation had been all consuming, as he struggled to make sense to why this happened. He found himself asking, " Why her? Why now? We were happy. Why did she leave me?'These questions may have never been answered, leaving him frustrated.

He felt anger at himself, too.

He wasn't able to protect you at your final moments. You didn't listen to him. You didn't stay.

You chose your own path with danger staring right at you.

" Eddie? Are you in here?" he heard banging on his bedroom door. His head turns, glancing at it and rolls his eyes knowing that Dustin is the one that would keep bugging him on where he was. He just want to wallow in his own tears.

They didn't know what's like. Dustin had Suzy. El had Mike. Robin had Vicky. Max had Lucas. Nancy had Jonathan. Steve had someone. Blah.

" We're worried about you, Eddie" he heard Robin's voice this time. They all had ears to the door hoping to hear some sort of life behind the door.

Eddie laid on his unmade bed, with a photo of you two on his chest as he holds it to himself. He has no more tears to shed and he doesn't remember the last time he took a shower as piles of clothes lay on the floor, his back pack is opened with his notes all over the floor.

He hasn't worked on a new campaign in months, even. He hasn't been going to band practice either.

Everyone was better off without Eddie. That's what he thought.

It felt like everyone else moved on from you, only Eddie was the one to have his world stopped. Because you died and he couldn't save you. He wasn't there.

It wasn't fair.

" We're here for you, bud" he hears the sound of Steve's voice. " You're not going through this alone" he adds. Eddie rolls his eyes.

Yeah, like Steve knew what he was going through.

" Please" he hears Max say. " I know your in there, it's all going to be okay" she adds with a broken voice, he can hear her trying to hold it together.

" She was our friend, she was our best friend. Eddie..." Nancy says.

They sighed when they saw that the door was not going to be opened. They all waited and waited, sitting outside in hopes that Eddie would walk through the door.

It wasn't until about midnight when the door finally opened. Heads shot up and feet scrambled off the ground as they all looked towards the door.

He finally stepped out. He looked like he hasn't slept in days. There wasn't much color to his face. His hair was ragged and looked like some butter ran through on top of his hair.

Eddie held a picture frame in his arms and he was dressed in one of your hoodies that you had given to him.

It doesn't smell like you anymore, sadly. But you wore it for him many times before you were gone.

Eddie's lips quivered and tears ran down his cheeks as he collapses to the ground in a harsh cry.

Arms wrap around him as they hold him up. He leans onto them like they were going to vanish into the air. Max is holding Eddie, as she hold him tight showing him she wasn't going anywhere. He sobs into her shirt, soaking it with tears.

" Why her.... why..." Eddie keeps repeating through his sobs. Eddie couldn't see everyone's faces as they cried along with him, missing you and wishing you were still here.

It wasn't fair that you were the one to be taken away from them. To deal with this pain.

You didn't deserve it.

Steve wiped his tears with the back of his hands as he catches Robin's eye. They shared a look upon one another that understood the other what it meant.

They weren't going to let you disappear. You left a mark on their lives.

You were their friend.

There was so many memories made.

Your death wasn't going to be forgotten.

The sniffling coming from Eddie has stopped as he rose his head from Max and looks down at the picture he's holding. His fingers brush over your face, your happy and smiling face and his raises his head up as he stared at his friends.

" I want revenge"

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you

[spideydreams00]

Watching Eddie putting his hair up in a ponytail or messy bun.

A black hair tie between his teeth and eyebrows scrunched as he concentrates. Hands wrapped up in his messy curls, freshly washed and fluffy, smelling of your shampoo. Arm muscles, exposed in a cut off band tee, working as his fingers work out some knots. The ease at which his hands work to twist the hair tie around and around, securing his hair in place. Hands moving about his face to fix his bangs and the loose curls framing his face.

;_;

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STRANGER THINGS ↳ 4.07 ‣ The Massacre at Hawkins Lab

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What's wrong with a movie?

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: your parents want to watch a movie with you and your boyfriend as he's staying for the first time. That would be fine. If it were 30 minutes earlier.

Eddie's thrusting into you biting his bottom lip to conceal his moans. He's propped on his elbows above you. He dips his head to your neck sucking and biting there instead. One noticeable spot. The rest concealed.

You bring one hand to his neck squeezing him tightly. Keeping him exactly where you want his mouth. Your biting down on thr sleeve of Eddie's hoodie your wearing to keep you quiet so your parents don't hear.

Eddie pulls his face a centimeter from your neck. "Good girl taking me so well. You feel so fucking good. God I love you." HE whispers going back to his assault on your neck. His hands slither down your body to your legs.

He hooks them and lifts them around his waist. You wrap your legs around his slender waist as instinct pulling him some how deeper. You let thr hoodie go from beneath your teeth and bite down on Eddie's shoulder.

You feel your orgasm approaching as Eddie let's one of your legs go hand slipping to your clit. Rubbing even circles to make you feel good. You tighten around him. "You gonna cum babe. Fuck that's it cum over me make a fucking mess." HE quietly moans in your ear now kissing and biting your shoulder.

You grip his neck tighter and bite harder as your orgasm washes over you. Feeling pure bliss. Eddie continues to fuck you through it. Once you come back to and can see again you snake a hand down to Eddie's balls massaging them in one of your hands while the other stays on his neck.

He bites harder on your shoulder as his own orgasm approaches. "Fuck babe gonna cum where do you want it." HE askes putting his face in the crook of your neck.

"In me. Please Eddie. Cum for me." You quietly moan. He bites his lip thrusting into you slightly faster. Your hand keeping it's same pace on his balls as he cums inside you. He continues to thrust into you until he's done. Once he collapses on top of you, you remove your hand from his balls wrapping your arms around his neck hugging him.

His arms go around your waits his head staying in your neck as you lay like that before a knock on your door.

"Can you two come out here please? Thank you." Your mum says walking off. You ans Eddie look eachother in the eyes looking slightly shocked n worried.

"You think they know..." HE askes you whispering.

"I fucking hope not or your never staying here again." You say.

Eddie pulls out slowly. He turns to get thr towel but your already pulling your pyjama bottoms up and throwing his grey sweats at him. He slips them up his legs. Looking at you worried. "You can look after me once we're done out there" You say grabbing his hand dragging him out to your parents.

"HI mum. Hi dad. Is everything OK?" You ask trying to seem calm. Eddie doing a better job then you.

"OH ofcourse it is we was wondering if the two of you wanted to watch a movie with us as its Eddie's first time staying over and it could be fun." Your mum askes sipping her tea. You look at your dad who's looking at Eddie unimpressed by his hole presence.

"We'd love to mum." You say with a smile squeezing Eddie's hand. He smiles at your parents nodding.

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Your curled up in Eddie's lap sat on the couch as thr movie plays. One of Eddie's arms around your waist. The other holding one of your legs. Your head lent on him your hand playing with the hand of eddies on your leg.

You keep moving uncomfortablely feeling Eddie's cum still inside you dripping out of you slowly. You have 3 options. Ask to go to the bathroom and leave your poor boyfriend awkwardly on his own with your dad. Say your tired and cut off movie night early. Or wait it out.

Your wagering your options when Eddie decides for you. Eddie yawns. That's all he does. He yawns. And it's your way to freedom ans comfyness.

"OH eds you tired?" You ask seeming overly caring in Eddie's eyes.

"Uh yeah I guess long day." HE answers looking slightly confused but not enough for your parents to be able to tell he is.

"OH yeah you worked at the shop all day didn't ya. Hey mum dad is it OK if me and Eddie head to bed early he's had a long day and I'm tired myself." You say. Eddie goes to talk and you elbow him. He shuts up.

"OH ofcourse you can thank for watching the movie with us you know we should head to bed to. See you kids in the morning." Your mum says smiling. Your dad still giving Eddie glares.

"Night guys." You say jumping up grabbing Eddie's hand and tugging him up making him follow behind. "OH OK goodnight." Eddie says to your parents confused by your outburst. You open your bedroom door. And close it immediately dropping your pyjama pants and underwear.

Then the coin drops for Eddie. He pushes you on your bed grabbing the towel and cleaning your leg that had cum dripping down it. Then your pussy.

He goes into your bathroom that's connected to your bedroom running you a small bath and carrying you to it plopping you in as you remove Eddie's hoodie. 20 minutes later he helps you out and gets you new panties and his hoodie which you happily skip into then collapse into bed. He lays next to you. To which you curl into his side head going into his chest listening to his heartbeat.

"Not to say I told you so ans that you should've listened. But I did." HE says kissing your head. You look up at him and he sweetly kisses you lips. "Your lucky I love you or I'd kick you." You say kissing him again. "Don't think you can after I broke your legs babe." HE smirks kissing you. You frown at him

"I love you." HE says sweetly smiling at you kissing you again.

"I love you too." Yyou say kissing him again.

"We should do this more often." HE says kissing you again.

"Obviously but what makes you say that." You say kissing him again.

"I like saying goodnight to you better then goodbye." HE says kissing you eith more passion