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moongreenlight · 3 months

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U already KNOW what time it is baybee!!!! WIP WEDNESDAY!

Been riding the Gaz high and this has been in the works recently (I wrote 2k words yesterday) so here's this!

Director!Gaz x Actress!Reader

Summary: It’s the mid-1970’s and you’ve recently made the unshocking discovery that it’s difficult to find good work acting. Lucky you stumble on the wrong opportunity at the right time!

You’re not dumb enough to fall for the advertisements in the papers looking for actors in ‘up and coming independent films.’ Not anymore.

After being burned so many times by ‘pay to audition’ schemes and sleazy directors only looking to collect videotapes of girls doing porno auditions, you gave up on that front.

But what’s the stipulation on extenuating circumstances? Like when you’re working at a bar a few blocks away from the community theater and a man comes up and sits at the counter all by himself.

He’s gorgeous and a sweet talker. Seems intent on chatting with you even though you really should be polishing glassware. And once he’s finally caught you in his snare, he drops a bomb that up until this point you’d only ever heard stories about.

He says he’s a small-time director and he saw you in the last production the theatre put on. He laughs and makes a lighthearted self-deprecating joke about being “one of those wankers in the paper” to which you wrinkle your nose and give him a weary smile.

But, Jesus, if he can’t make a bad thing good. He’s got all the makings of a politician the way he’s able to talk circles around you until you agree to show up to an audition for his latest project. ‘Trouble in paradise’ or something to that tune.

He tips you twenty pounds and his business card on a coke he barely touches. Uses your pen to write your audition time on the back of the card.

Wednesday at 11a. x

He doesn’t give back the pen.

Your roommates do no good talking you out of it. Hushing your half-arsed arguments about scams and serial killers and all kinds of things. It ends with the four of you in a pile on the couch, wine-drunk and giggling yourselves into hysterics.

So two days later you go. Forcing your roommates to promise no less than five times that if you’re not heard from in an hour that they’ll send in the authorities.

You find your way to the address on the card that now looks tired in comparison to when you first got it. The edges are fussy and dog-eared from your worrying with it and passing it around to prove its legitimacy.

It doesn’t look like any studio or office you’ve seen. Far from. And that should have been the final nail in the coffin. Should have been the reason you turned tail and went back home. But something pulled you up the worn steps of the house. That same something, now cowering a bit at the looming possibility, brought you to rap your knuckles sharply on the part of the door with a few different layers of paint chipped away to expose the cheap metal underneath.

You’re left standing on the stoop for a few moments too long with no answer. And just as you were about to come to your senses and return home with some sliver of your dignity still intact; the door swung inward and exposed the same man from the bar - Kyle - with his horrible, beautiful, toothy smile.

“Thought you were going to stand me up. Wouldn’t have known what to do with myself.”

You catch yourself thinking it’s a shame that he’s directing and not starring in movies. His devastating good-looks and all. Must be a terrible read.

There’s a card table set up in the living room. Two folding chairs behind it that look flimsy at best. Three thick packets that have been three-hole punched on the side, but held together by a binder clip in the top center.

The rest of the furniture is pushed up against the wall. A hodge-podge of mismatched chairs and a sofa that very well could have been your grandmothers and a few banged-up side tables.

He offers water. Offers to take your purse. You decline both. Opt to stand a bit stiffly on the faded rug in the center of the room with your bag tucked snugly under your arm.

Maybe you should make a run for it. Maybe you were stupid to come at all. He’s a total stranger for Christ sake.

Before you can will your feet to move, there’s s bang from behind you. A screen door slamming shut and rattling on its hinges. It startles you almost a foot into the air.

“Nervous?”

Kyle is cool as ever, sliding into one of the chairs, waggling his eyebrows at you. It whines under his weight and you’re suddenly very aware of just how bulky he is. Doesn’t look it on passing glance, but when all you’ve got to look at is the way his shirt fits it becomes glaringly obvious.

“Easily startled.”

You correct, trying to decide whether or not it’s passé to turn over your shoulder to find the source of the heavy footsteps behind you.

He hums and grabs one of the packets, taking off the clip and leafing through it. Pulling out a few odd pages and setting them on the table.

The footsteps reveal their maker when he rounds the corner into the room and shuffles behind the table. If you thought Kyle was big, this man is properly a behemoth. A bit taller, broader in the shoulders, a layer of fat packed on over his muscles. He looks to be older by a few years. He gets crows feet when he nods and smiles at you before taking his seat.

The chair looks as though it would be happier pulling its own legs out from underneath itself.

“Cap’.”

Kyle doesn’t look up from his papers when he addresses the man.

You get no formal introduction to ‘Cap’ though he doesn’t seem to be truly involved in the audition process. He barely glances up from his packet. Content to nurse a fresh cigar and lean further back in the chair than you think should be plausible.

You read from the stack of pulled-out papers with sloppily highlighted lines and try not to shy away from meeting Kyle’s watchful eye.

The audition goes normally, all things considered. You’re instructed to read three different scenes. Without the time to read the blurb on the project, you draw the conclusion that “Trouble in Paradise” is some sort of short suspense film centered around a woman living, shockingly, in paradise.

The writing isn’t first-rate, but you suppose that’s to be expected. You have a hard time piecing together how the scenes flow, but that’s not your largest concern.

“Lovely. Really, darl’.”

Kyle stands when he talks. Commands the attention even of such a small audience. Takes up space in the room like he’s owed it.

You smile, feeling a bit more at-ease now that things seem to be wrapping up.

“N’ how do you look in a bathing suit?”

The question takes you entirely off-guard. It makes your jaw fall far enough open that you’re left looking like a fish out of water.

“I- sorry?”

Kyle’s face doesn’t change. Fantastic at keeping up appearances. He’s still casting that warm smile over you. The focus of it makes you feel like you’re sunbathing.

“Bathing suit, love. How d’you look?”

Disappointment drops like a stone in your belly. Heavy and fast. It’s another scam. Of course it is.

“Oh. I don’t- I don’t do dirty movies.”

It must be palpable on your face even more than it is in your voice.

‘Cap’ glances up at Kyle when he ashes his cigar. The smell is nauseating. He seems to be chewing on a smile. Kyle meets his eye for only a moment, amusement painfully evident on his face.

“You’ve just read the pool scene. Hardly anything dirty about costuming.”

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munson-mjstan · 10 months

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Cuffed (Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader)

Summary: You take your car in for a routine checkup. During your wait, you and Eddie keep each other occupied with "activities"

CW: Minors D.N.I, Language, nudity, smut, p in v sex, oral (Fem receiving), shower sex, use of hand cuffs, if I forget anything else I apologize!

Wc: 3.6k

Divider made by myself 💗

Having a mechanic for a boyfriend had its perks. You would bring your car to his place for a routine check or tune-up and you would pay him back with sex. Simple enough right? Right? You had offered him money countless times and he'd always convey "Your money's no good here," and he'd wink, further driving the point home.

You'd jokingly offered to suck him off as payment and his eyes lit up like fireworks. That's how your arrangement commenced. Pulling into his driveway you notice he was working on his van, he was using his creeper to look underneath it. Putting your car in park, turning off your car's engine, and unbuckling your seatbelt you step out.

The sun was scorching like the eye of Sauron was glaring at you, you felt as though you could melt onto the concrete of the ground. That's why you wore a simple bright, light yellow sundress complementing your skin and hugging your waist perfectly along with a pair of white buckled wedge platform sandals. Slamming your car door you call out "Yo, Eddie!" Honking your horn you make your way towards him as he pulls himself out from under his van with the creeper, hearing your voice.

"Hey, princess! I- whoa.." both of you halted in your tracks, eyes bulging out of your faces. Eddie had his work coveralls unbuckled so only his top half was visible.

He was shirtless and dripping with sweat, one of the said sweat beads traveled slowly down his chest before reaching their destination, his happy trail, black grease was painted so well on his body that it could be mistaken for one of his inky black tattoos, his hair was up in his bandana, loose strands he missed cling to his face. He grabbed one of his clean hand towels and furiously wiped his hands, his eyes not leaving yours. You walked closer to him. "Is your van okay?" curiosity broke you out of your trance of staring at Eddie.

He barked out a laugh "Sure is now!" he places his clean hands on your waist and kisses you, his tongue invading your mouth and having a wrestling match with yours, you hum delightfully. Pulling away from the kiss Eddie asks "To what do I owe pleasure, sweetheart?" He licks his lips, and you beam at Eddie.

"I think there is something wrong with my car, I'm sorry." You apologize and you're not sure why. He merely let out another laugh and kissed you on your cheek.

"Relax princess, this is my job. I'll fix your car, then I'll fix your car," his eyebrows wiggled when he said 'your' with enunciation.

Slapping his drenched chest playfully, rolling your eyes, and smiling you speak "Oh, stop!" chortling, the unmistakable wetness forming between your thighs is ever-present. Eddie walks over to your car with you following suit.

He lifts the hood to your 1970s Jeep CJ5 and everything seems to be in order according to him until you hear him say breathlessly "So beautiful," his hands go to either side of your car, licking his lips, and staring intensely at the slightly steaming contents inside. "You just needed your top off, didn't you baby?" he cooed at your car.

You gaze at him puzzled, 'what is he doing?' You ask yourself, taking a few steps closer to Eddie. He suddenly ducks his head further into the steaming engine of your car, almost like he could hear it "Hm? You want me inside you?" He asks smoothly and huskily, "Keys, princess," he holds out his hand not looking at you. You fish your keys out of your purse and put them in Eddie's palm. "Thanks, sweetheart," still not looking at you, he thanked you.

Eddie moved to the driver's side of your car and got in. You mimicked his actions, entered the passenger side, and sat down. "Okay," Eddie declared, "Your engine is overheated, princess. Thankfully your man knows what to do." he glanced at you, licking his lips. "First," he starts, "we turn off your air conditioning," he turns the knob to your AC to the right, turning it off. "Next, we crank up the heat!" he proceeds to do just that.

"Why?" you question, a brow raised.

"It'll divert the heat from the engine to in here, so it's gonna get hot, sweetheart," he smirked devilishly and you felt your face heat up and your thighs tingle. "We wait fifteen minutes for the engine to cool," now it was your turn to smirk.

"So, what WILL we do for fifteen minutes?" you ask suggestively, wiggling your eyebrows, knowing exactly what you're implying.

Eddie's lips collide with yours in a heated, passionate kiss. Quickly pulling away Eddie gets out of your car and goes to your passenger side, opens your door, and carries you out bridal style, kicking your door shut.

"This is gonna take more than fifteen minutes!" he exclaims with enthusiasm, making you laugh. He carries you to his trailer, opens the door, and makes his way to his bedroom. Throwing you on his mattress he leers down at you, dozens of filthy ideas running through his mind like a marathon.

"Got something on your mind, Eddie?" you inquire with what you hope is in a sweet, sultry voice, your long legs posed sexy. Eddie's chocolate-brown eyes get considerably darker with your voice and body. His face darts across his room until his irises fall upon a metallic object hanging on his wall.

A devious smirk forms on his face, and an idea sprung to life.

Stalking over to you he sits on his bed "Let me help you take off your gorgeous dress, sweetheart. You must be hot, well more than you already are." he winks at you, beckoning you over to him with his fingers. He was right it was hot in his room too, feeling beads of sweat starting to form.

Scooting yourself over to him, the zipper holding your dress up was on your back. Eddie whispers against your neck, his warm breath already making you tremble, "Allow me, sweet girl," the praise traveling to your crotch, more wetness pooling. His tongue drags against your shoulder to your neck until he reaches the zipper of your sundress.

"You taste so sweet. Everything about you is sweet, princess" he bites the zipper and pulls it down at an agonizingly slow speed. All this anticipation was making you hot literally and figuratively. Sweat beads were forming and dripping down the back of your neck. This didn't escape Eddie's notice.

"See, sweetheart? You're so hot even your sweat can't handle it," Eddie chuckles "Just like me, honestly," he resumes his task of pulling your zipper down gradually.

A whimper escapes your lips "Eddie," you pant, from the heat and the anticipation.

"Hmm?" He presses his lips against your back, kissing you.

"Please, take my dress off!" you beseech.

Eddie laughs softly, his forehead resting on your back, and in one swift motion the zipper was down, and your dress was lifted off your body, leaving you in just your now-drenched panties.

Eddie had to use every amount of restraint he had in his body to not pounce on you but then he looked at himself "I'm filthy," he remarks, a smirk on his face "I think I'll take a shower," he removes his work coveralls, leaving him in his boxers. Seeing the obvious tent he was sporting you blurted out.

"Let me take it with you!" Christ, you were needy, but that didn't stop Eddie from having a face-splitting grin.

"Of course, princess,"

Following Eddie with nerves like an electrical energy current causing small tremors, you recognized this symptom and this didn't go unnoticed by Eddie as well.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" concern and care etched upon his face.

"Y-yea, I think so," lifting a trembling hand you start breathing exercises. In for four, hold for four, out for four. The energy current slows down and subsides after a few minutes.

"Fantastic job, princess! I'm so proud of you!" he grins and gives you a peck on the lips "You were about to have a panic attack but before you could you did your exercises and you beat it! I've got one hell of a badass for a girlfriend!" his grin got wider, casting the shadows of your panic attack into the bright sunlight that is Eddie Munson.

Taking another deep breath you smile at your man "I guess you still make me nervous," you giggle a little embarrassed, you adore your boyfriend so much that sometimes it still influences your body in a less-than-ideal way.

"Babe, as much as that inflates my ego, I hate seeing you in any kind of distress." your smile grows wider, adoring him more, he truly cares for you.

"I'm never gonna get any better if I don't get out of my comfort zone more often," explaining to Eddie your plan you shrug "I need to get stronger." Eddie can't help but grin.

"I'm right here with you, I'll never let you go through something alone." His words are like magic, further casting the dark shadows of your mind away banishing them to hell where they belong.

"Thank you, Eddie," voice quiet but laced with sincerity you reveal your gratitude.

Entering his bathroom and starting his shower. Eddie's eyes travel to the metallic object on his wall again, he went over to seize said item. He notices your discarded panties sitting on his linoleum floor, he could feel his cock getting hard as a rock at the fact that his hotter-than-hell girlfriend was taking a shower completely nude. Holding up the metallic cuffs in his hand he grins mischievously. Upon entering his shower he called your name to which you turned around quickly "Yes, my love?" your body is covered in soap lather, Eddie dangled the handcuffs in front of your face.

You let out a small gasp "Eddie, you mean?-"

"Yes, now." His voice is low and menacing as you hold one of your wrists out and he spins you clamping on the cuffs with quick speed, your wrists secure behind your back.

"Eddie, I-"

"Hush, princess," he pulls your body away from the shower head so he could wash, and rinse his body and hair. He was covered in grease, he grabbed his coconut-scented body wash and drenched himself in a lather, humming a soft tune. After he was finished he saw that you had lather still on your body, Eddie moved your body back under the showerhead but turned you around so you were facing him. "Here's what's gonna happen," the way he used your name made you tremble as he turned you back around, your back to his chest, you were dripping at this point. Leaning over he whispered huskily in your ear "I'm going to," he grabbed his hard cock "Take you," he aligned himself with your entrance "From behind!" Slamming himself fully into your pussy you scream.

"AH! Fuck!"

His thrusts are relentless inside you, stretching and splitting you open as though he were set on decimating it, and you in the process. "Fuck! Eddie!" The now tepid water was doing nothing to quell the heat in your body nor ease Eddie's thrusts. Using your cuffed hands as leverage he pulls you up level to his body he questions.

"You like this sweetheart? Huh? Is my big fat cock destroying your pretty little pussy? Hmm?"

In pure bliss, you can only cry out "Yes!"

Pushing you back down onto the shower wall he resumes his assault on your pussy, thrusting in and out at a rapid pace. Reaching over your body Eddie plays with your clit, rubbing it at the pace he is fucking you. Your walls clench down on his cock.

"Oh, fuck yes!" Eddie moans out, still rubbing your clit your orgasm is imminent.

"Eddie, I'm gonna cum!" You're salivating at this point.

Eddie lifts you to his back again "Cum!" a simple command that you obeyed. His thrusts became erratic and rubbed your clit harder than ever

"Fuck!!!" you drawl out as you cum, legs trembling and feeling like jelly as loud moans spill from your lips. Eddie quickly pulls out of you, turns off the water, and scoops you up into his arms "E-Eddie? W-what are you-".

"Gotta have round two!" he grins as he exits his shower, both of you soaking wet leaving small puddles of water in your wake, he arrives at his bedroom, sitting you down on his bed.

"Eddie, I'm going to get your bed sheets all wet!" Why the hell were you worried about that shit now of all times? Eddie scoffs.

"Who the fuck cares? I've got you naked…soft and wet on my bed, now," Moving behind you he unlocks your right hand "Care to humor me a bit?" Eddie pats his bedpost, wiggling his eyebrows. Smirking, you move both your upper limbs so he can attach them. Hearing the soft click of the cuffs and the metal once again on your right wrist, setting the key on his bedside table he lets out a dark chuckle "You can't run," His soft, sensual voice reverberated into your body making you moan. Laying down on his bed, your body is welcomed by his sheets clean and crisp with the faint smell of cigarettes, laundry detergent, and home. Eddie Munson is your home. Eddie moves to the end of his bed and spreads your smooth legs open.

"Eddie, I-" Eddie interrupted you once more.

"Princess…'' This time his voice is seductive, traveling straight to your pussy, and more dampness takes form.

"Y-yes?" your question is a little apprehensive.

"Relax, baby. Let me take care of my good girl. Because you,"

He kisses your ankle, lifting it to his mouth.

"Deserve,"

He trails flaming kisses up your calf to your knee, leaving small blazes in their wake.

"Your man too,"

Eddie kisses his way down your inner thigh till he reaches the apex of your thighs.

"Calm your nerves," Eddie glances at your quivering pussy and throbbing clit. "Especially your button, baby," he grins the mother of grins, and with that, he dives into his banquet, feasting on your pussy like he was on death row and this was his last meal; slow and purposeful. When Eddie said he was going to take care of you he meant every word. Taking his sweet time he opened your lower lips with his tongue, and your pussy was wetter than he had anticipated. "Oh, sweet girl, so needy for my tongue, huh," he was talking to your pussy, which at his declaration clenched around the air.

Eddie took your clit in his mouth, his tongue alternating between side to side and up and down on your bud. The feeling is magnificent, moaning out in pleasure you make sure Eddie hears your cries of bliss. He doesn't miss it one bit, smirking into your pussy he hums sending vibrations throughout your body.

"Eddie, fuck!" The cry exiting your mouth was rich with pleasure. Glimpsing down at Eddie feasting on your cunt your eyes lock once again, and a spark passes through your body; not one of nerves but of longing, understanding communicated silently. To say Eddie knew your body was an understatement, the man mastered your body. Each movement of his tongue had a singular purpose, to get you off.

Moving his head side to side he pulls at your clit "Eddie!" You scream, eliciting a chuckle from the man between your legs.

"You want my fingers, sweetheart?" Eddie questions, lifting himself from his five-star meal momentarily, his index and ring finger teasing your wet entrance.

Resembling a bobblehead you nod eagerly "Please, Eddie!" With no shame, you plead.

His fingers enter your cunt, he is welcomed by the warm, tight wetness that wraps around his digits. Groaning, he closes his eyes, wanting to focus solely on his fingers. The pillowy warmth reminded him of cuddling in blankets during a storm, he felt safe, and the sensation pulled a grin on his countenance. These tiny details of you make him remember such trivial things is one of the things he adores about you.

"Baby…" he coos, not being able to help the love in his voice. His fingers curl upward, targeting your g-spot.

Half an inch to the right.

And.

A high-pitched moan befalls your lips, and that's when Eddie knew he found it. "That's it," he encouraged, stroking your spot repeatedly.

Tugging at your cuffs, you futilely try to move your hands but groan in failure. "Eddie!" your eyes roll to the back of your skull as Eddie's mouth returns to your clit, sucking the bud into his ravenous mouth as his digits resume their attack on your g-spot. Eddie hummed against your clit, the vibrations giving you more pleasure than ever before.

Letting your bud go he commands "Cum for me, princess!" With the command, you feel the rubber band inside you snap, and you release your slick all over Eddies' face, fingers, and clean sheets.

Moan after pleasurable moan left unabashed from your mouth along with Eddies' name. Eddies' fingers gently pumped in and out of your pussy, helping you ride out your high. His chocolate button eyes are transfixed on you; your euphoric look is enchanting him. He gives your clit a kiss before climbing his way up your body, pulling his fingers out.

"Hey, babe," using both his hands he cradles your face gently as though you were made of glass. "Are you okay?" His voice is delicate and tender, still enchanted by your look of ecstasy.

Half-lidded you peek up at the love of your life. "I'm spectacular," beaming you kiss him, your soft pillowy lips feeling great against his slightly chapped lips, you taste the sweet tangy flavor of your slick on his mouth. Eddies' tongue locates your tongue and they proceed to do an erotic dance.

"Ready baby?" Eyes not leaving yours he grabs his hard cock and guides it to your opening, he wants to be as close as possible to you while he fucks you. Holding some of his weight on his forearms on either side of you he awaits your response.

"I'm ready," your faces are just inches apart you kiss him lightly.

Eddie enters your pussy slowly, the pace a delicious change from when he ate you out. Your inner walls welcome his cock like they were expecting his arrival. "Fuck—" Eddie chokes out, goosebumps traveling up and down his back. The elation of being inside of you bare was truly something to behold, once he was balls deep inside of you he began thrusting at a steady pace, savoring the moment and not breaking eye contact.

Soft moans and whimpers can be heard from your lips "I love you!" the emotion overwhelming every fiber of your being, the phrase "I love you." no longer feels adequate to describe how much you adore the man inside you.

Eddies' lips slam into yours, groaning his left-hand moves to your cuffed hands using them as leverage, and he thrusts into you faster with more force. "I fuckin' adore you!" The raspy declaration made your walls clench around his cock; he swears through gritted teeth.

"Eddie! Fuck!" the cuffs dig into your wrists as you attempt to move your hands once again. Catching a glimpse of your struggle made Eddie move his hips as fast as he could, chasing his release. All that could be heard in his room is the sound of skin slapping, moans, and the clank of your cuffs against the headboard.

Eddie let out a loud grunt "I'm cumming baby!" Reaching down both your bodies he rubs your clit in tandem with his thrusts.

Reaching your high first, you cum "Eddie!" You drawl, your walls spasming around Eddies' cock, and that was enough to do him in.

"Shit, baby!" he hisses through clenched teeth, throwing his head back as he releases inside your womb. Collapsing on top of you, you both catch your breath in comfortable silence.

Only for you to say "Babe?" He hummed in response to you. "Mind uncuffing me? My wrists are starting to hurt."

"Of course, sweetheart," he answers you chuckling, reaching over to his bedside he grabs said key and releases you from your confinement. Unlocking both wrists you throw your arms around him.

"Do you ever get tired of me telling you I love you?"

"Do you ever get tired of fucking your lover?" he retorts with a grin.

Mock thinking about it you tease with lith in your voice "Just a little." you hold your index and thumb out and make sure that they're barely touching.

Eddie laughs, pulling out of you and flopping down on his bed. "Just a little." he parrots affectionately "So," he grins looking over at you "Did I fix your car ma'am?" his tongue pokes out of his mouth and glides it over the tips of his teeth with a smirk.

Blushing you respond "You sure did, Mr. Munson." you wink at him. "I think we should check on my actual car." you start to get up but Eddie grabs your waist and pulls you against his chest.

"Or," he kisses the top of your head. "We could take a nap," the suggestion elicits a yawn from your mouth.

"A nap sounds great right now."

Eddie pulls his sheets over your nude bodies and kisses your temple.

"Sleep well, sweetheart."

"Sleep well, Eddie."

You both drift away into the peaceful bliss of sleep.

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