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Tattoo kink - Eddie Munson

word count: 1.4k

pairing: kinky!eddie munson x tatted!reader

summary: there’s just something about hearing the word tattoos roll off of y/n’s tongue. Eddie never knew he had a tattoo until he found out y/n had a few. what has gotten into him? he doesn’t know, but he can’t get rid of the need of her.

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Y/n’s pov

"Well, isn't it my favorite costumer?" Eddie said as he opened the front door to his trailer. "Hey, Eds," I said as I walked into his house after he moved to the side, inviting me in.

"Your room?" I asked. "Yepr," he said, so that's where I headed. "You don't have to give me extras or anything for free this time, okay?" I said in a soft voice, trying to convince him not to for once.

"You always give me extra or my purchases for free and I feel, I don't know, sad sometimes?" I said as I entered his room with him right behind me.

"I'll always give you extras, y/n. Don't feel sad," he said as he walked over to his desk to grab his lunch box with all kinds of things in it.

Maybe Eddie gives me extra because I'm the so called queen of Hawkins. Or maybe it's just because I'm nice, but I hate it. I hate not being able to pay him the full price.

"What is that?" Eddie asked. I followed his eye gaze and it ended up at my thigh. "Oh, just a tattoo," I said. That small smile he always has on his face instantly dropped after the word tattoo.

"You, uh, you have a tattoo?" He choked. "Yeah," I chuckled. "Could I, uh, see?" He asked. "Of course," I said. In an instant, Eddie dropped down to his knees right in front of me and placed his lunch box on the floor.

He slowly traced his hands up my thigh before lifting my skirt up a little until my tattoo showed fully. "This is, uh, this is very pretty," he said, making me blush a little. "Aww, thank you," I said.

"Do you perhaps have anymore?" He asked. "Yeah, but their under my shirt and skirt," I said. I'd have to get naked to show them all.

I have a back, shoulder, stomach, hip, backbone and chest tattoos that's right above and in the middle of my toe breast.

"Could I maybe see?" He asked in a slight desperate voice, but I ignored it. "Well, uh, I —Fuck it! Yeah, you can," I said. It's Eddie and I love how interested he is into my tats.

As I stood up, he did as well. I slipped off my skirt and pulled off my tight shirt, revealing all of my tattoos. His jaw dropped but in a good way. "That's not it," I said then turned around, showing more.

"Fuck," he cussed under his breath, making me think more into what's happening right now. Does he have some kind of tattoo kink? Why would he cuss under his breath or ask to see them in such need?

"Yeah…” I dragged my word as I turned around. He's still checking my tattoos out which gave me time to look in his eyes. He looks very needy.

"You don't know what you do to me, y/n," Eddie said low as he slowly took a couple of steps towards ms until he was right in front of my face.

Eddie looked down at himself, making me look down as well and that's when I saw it. He’s hard.

"E-Eddie," I stuttered as I backed up but only to fall back on his bed. "This is what you do to me, y/n," Eddie said as he stepped towards me to close the gap between us.

My face is now directly in front of his manhood pocking and trying to find it's way out.

"Eddie, I think I should go," I said. I already get nervous around him when I don’t know he’s attracted to me. How will I be when I know fire sure he wants me at this very moment?

"Aw, come on, princess. It won't hurt to let me work you while a scan all of your tattoos," he said as he leaned down towards my face. Our lips are only inches away from each other.

“I know you'd like that, y/n,” he said. "I can't, Eddie," I stuttered as I got up but instantly got pushed back down softly.

"Princess — Don't make me fuck you in the way you tell your friends you want to be fucked by me," Eddie said, making my eyes widen. Why would they tell him!?

"What? I — No, they're lying!" I said. "Don't lie to me," Eddie said as he grabbed my face. "Understood?" He asked. "Y-Yes" I quickly said. I can't believe this is actually happening.

"You know what? I’m not even going to ask you what you want. I heard you like dominance," he said. "And that I'll give you," he said then turned me around quickly and pinned my wirst behind my back.

"Eddie wait!" I said, not actually wanting him to wait. I want him to keep going but I have to act as if I’m not giving in already. That’s one of my kinks. Having someone want me more than I want them, and he knows it.

"Are you gonna let me fuck you dumb while I scan you baby?" he asked in my ear as he pulled his jeans down along with mine. He’s so fast but soft.

"Eddie," I slightly moaned at the way he's handling me. "I knew you wanted this. I should’ve started sooner," he said as he pulled my lower body to the edge of his bed before tuning me around on my stomach.

I didn’t see anything, but I heard him spit on his hand and rub it all in on his length. I chose to lay my head back and not look at his length. I want to be surprised, but by the print in his pants, I know he’s huge.

"You ready, princess?" He asked. "It won't be that bad, baby" he chuckled, probably knowing he’s the biggest I’m about to have. Eddie began to push into me slowly. "Fuck," I moaned low as I buried my face in the sheets.

"So beautiful, princess," Eddie chuckled with a grunt. "You're so tight," the tall boy groaned as he finally made it all the way into me.

"Eddie, Eddie," I whined because of how deep he’s in me. It feels like he's in my stomach and I don’t know how that’s possible.

"Ssh, baby. Lets me work you," Eddie whispered in my ear. Eddie began to move his hips in a slowly but fast paste. He definitely knows how to fuck. He’s the best I’ve ever had, and we just started.

"That's what I like to hear. All coming from my pretty little piece of art," Eddie said as he traced his hand down my back, following my tattoos. Low groans came out of his mouth, probably from how I look from the back as he's fucking me.

"I wanna fuck you any and everywhere now, baby," Eddie said as he leaned down to my ear. "I wanna fuck you in places to remind you every time you walk by," he added.

"I wanna fill you up in front of all the boys at school who call me a freak. You're definitely a freak to, baby. My freak. All these tattoos are meant for me to see as I'm fucking you," Eddie couldn’t stop talking.

Eddie quickly leaned back up, tugged on my hair with one hand as he pushed my waist down with the other and started slamming into me. I swore I squirt a little without warning.

"Getting wetter? You like it rough, huh?" he asked before thrusting faster which I thought was impossible. "There we go, baby. Now you can't hide your moans," he said as he pulled my head back a little more than before.

"Fuck, Eddie!" I whined out loud, finally cuming all over his legs and the floor. "Ahh, that's it," he groaned as he slowed his paste down and eventually came in me.

After he was done he took a few deep breaths before pulling out of me. Eddie pulled me back onto the bed then laid down next to me.

"You're so amazing, y/n," Eddie said as he turned towards me. I did the same. "I wish I knew how much of a freak you were earlier," he spoke.

"H-How do you know I'm a freak?" I asked. "Those stomach and back tattoos are specifically for sex, baby. You’re not slick,” Eddie said, making me laugh with him.

"Yeah," I dragged. He and I looked each other in the eyes for a few seconds until he broke the silence. "Will you be mine?" He asked. I instantly smiled

"Of course, Eddie Munson," I said. Both of us leaned in for a long but short kiss before cuddling up in his bed. I never thought that this would happen. I've dreamt of it, but I never really thought anything would happen.

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admirxation · 10 months

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in that case... something nsfw with soldier boy? i was thinking him being a dom but then getting more sub as things go if it makes sense? 😏

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Dynamic Change | Soldier Boy one shot request

Pairing: Soldier boy x fem!reader (afab)

Summary: Soldier Boy is the answer to stop Homelander, Butcher's secret weapon, to get his revenge. While you're sceptical of this idea — sharing M.M’s concerns — you decide to just roll with the punches and see what happens. While waiting for Butcher and Hughie, you have to sit around and catch Soldier Boy up with the 21st century and try to keep him happy, convincing him to partner up and heal from his team's betrayal — but soldier boy notices something in you and wants to change the subject.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: NSFW 18+, so MINORS DNI. Female anatomy is used for the reader, and she/her pronouns and the reader is similar to Kimiko with enhanced strength because of compound v experiments. Detailed smut: dominance and submission (m starts dom and switches), pinning up against the wall, dirty talk, neck kissing, neck biting, thigh fucking, hair pulling, pushing to the bed with enhanced strength, f on top, p in v, cumming inside and begging.

As the evening sun cast a long shadow across the room, Soldier Boy sat in the bed and was dumbfounded at this strange and unique experience. He was a relic of the past; disorientated and confused, he found himself surrounded by an unfamiliar world of technology and societal changes.

He was the key to Butcher’s new plan, the weapon to use against Homelander, but the one thing that was in his way was that Soldier Boy wasn’t complying with the “team up”. You, like M.M., were sceptical of all of this; could you really trust a supe to destroy another? Especially when looking at his history. But this feeling didn’t last long; you decided that this was the only option to get revenge that everyone was craving — to get Homelander to suffer finally.

You were sitting on the sofa waiting for Butcher and Hughie to return; they told you they were running a few errands, which you knew meant ‘he’s your problem until we get back’. It wasn’t like you were in a vulnerable position, especially with the compound V that coursed through your veins and was the catalyst for your misery. It was something you and Kimiko could relate to; after learning her variation of sign language, you became closer and became each other’s comfort; you were similar to her in having enhanced strength, and this was another key component to the team — after Butcher was comfortable enough to accept you. After all, he couldn’t say no to extra manpower, especially when going against the worst villains.

You looked to your side to look at Soldier Boy holding an empty bottle as he watched the television; he seemed to be in a sense of comfort but also tense with trying to understand the new world. Every joke that happened, every bit of news and culture change was swirling through his mind; you felt bad for him and wondered what it would be like to be in his shoes — frozen and betrayed. This sympathy lasted until his intolerance slowly emerged; you tried to ignore him and understand that he was literally from a different time. Your modern presumptions were unfair, but that was still a hard pill to swallow.

“What the fuck is that?” he questioned with an exclamatory tone.

“What? The guy with his baby?”

You were watching the adverts, which showed a device a man could use to have his baby close to him, to help fathers.

“That’s what being manly is now?” he took another sip of his new and fresh bottle, “Man, you lot went soft.”

You rolled your eyes, trying not to rock the boat too hard. You didn’t want to have to answer to Butcher if you ruined all his plans. You had powers but were still intimidated by Butcher; after getting into trouble with Vought, you didn’t want to face the future alone without your team.

“Just a man wanting to be with his baby… Probably helps the wife out as well,” you paused momentarily, “I know it’s a shock, but we don’t live in the detergent commercial anymore; things changed.”

Soldier Boy furrowed his brows, looking at you with a confused expression.

“Personally, I think it’s sweet to see a man care that much about his child; it shows he doesn’t want to leave the mother and the child,” you felt the need to stand up for your beliefs around him.

Soldier Boy started to look away from you and thought about your words; you could tell he was slowly seeing your point while thinking he couldn’t be caught wearing the contraption. He knew that being frozen didn’t damage his intelligence.

“I know what you mean… I always wanted children.”

You were surprised; the Soldier Boy wanted children; he seemed like the player that would never properly settle down with anyone; you also felt a strange feeling with acknowledging that this was the beginning of Soldier Boy being vulnerable with you, wanting to break some barriers.

“Really, Soldier Boy, wanting children… Don’t take offence, but I never thought about that.”

“I don’t take offence,” he paused momentarily, “Also, just call me Ben… I know you by Y/N, not your hero name.”

“I don’t have one.”

“What? But —”

“Forced to have it,” you took a deep breath, “I didn’t get the opportunity to choose; I was experimented on.”

“Wow,” he had to process what you said, “I’m sorry… That must have been hard.”

“It was, but at least I can protect myself now.”

Ben was already accustomed to your powers. He wasn’t impressed by them but was glad to see someone without a costume on, someone grounded; still, he had sympathy with knowing that his powers were on his terms while you were the guinea pig — at least a surviving one.

“Guess that guy was right… I can’t find my team without the knowledge of today.”

“Yeah, Hughie was right,” you started to get up from the sofa, “Look, I don’t want to rock the boat, but —”

Ben cut you off: “Then don’t, already told that Hughie, Butcher and now I’m going to tell you… I’m not interested in helping anyone; I don’t care what you did for me… My old team used to be there for me and look where trusting them got me… Handed to the reds.”

“That was the past, we will help you, and all you have to do is add one more person to the list… We practically made Countess a human sacrifice for you, Hughie and Butcher have found the rest and Black Noir is a part of the Seven. Now we can —”

“Y’know, sweetheart, you might think having a team is a good thing; you get the job done, then you can laugh when the working day is over… Look, I’m sure you’re a great person, but one day, your team won’t see that. I see the way Butcher talks about people like us,” he motioned with his hands to sign you both, “He’ll make you bait in a plan one day. Get rid of you as mine did… Betray me and made me think they loved me.”

Ben was momentarily lost in thought, and you could tell he was thinking about Crimson Countess. When you met her, you were with Frenchy and Kimiko; you felt sympathy for her after watching her pathetic little tribute to Soldier Boy; after she spoke, you honestly thought there was a reason for what she and the team did; you had gathered the puzzle pieces a long time ago after investigations and using Annie for information. Yes, Ben was stubborn, but for a good reason; if you were in the same shoes and had the boys betrayed you and left you dead for decades, forgiveness wouldn’t be on your list.

“They wouldn’t do that to me; we’ve gotten into too much trouble together… Think we’re thick as thieves at this point,” you let out a small laugh to lighten the mood, “I know it hurts… Especially with Countess, but you need to help us… We need you.”

“It’s hard to forget,” he let out a deep sigh, “Y’know I wanted some rugrats of my own, with Countess, yeah ain’t that a bitch…wanted a couple of little boys and raise them up to be men, now? Now I got nothing.”

This man had lost everything, was confused and experimented on, and you could relate to him in those ways; after being forced away from home under the name of curiosity and needing to match the American supes, you were just the surviving sample. But to lose love and know that they felt nothing for you is a different type of hurt, and you didn’t want to imagine that.

“I’m sorry, but if you do change your mind,” he shot a sharp look at you, “if you change your mind. You can live your life, be free from suffering and find a woman you can have fun with… You don’t need Countess.”

You tried to give him support until you saw a mischievous smirk that crept on his face, and he looked you up and down, taking a step towards you which you mirrored by moving behind; you clenched your fingers into a fist as you had an idea of what that smirk meant, thinking in your mind that you were probably overreacting and that nothing would happen. Your back hit the cold wall, Ben still moving in your direction, his face inches away from yours and his arm moving to pin you up against the wall; you moved your face away from him to tell him you were uncomfortable with this through your body language — but his behaviour continued.

“Maybe I want to have some fun with you, honey,” he whispered, sending shivers down your spine.

While standing there, you were conflicted; you had heard the stories and shared the same hatred for the supe’s with too much power, but Ben seemed different. Granted, you didn’t know everything about him and weren’t around when he was at the peak of power, but you were attracted to him. How he looked at you, feeling his hot breath trail along your neck as you made you feel helpless under his touch.

“Do you think that is a good idea?” you met his eyes when you asked.

“If you want me to stop… Just say,” he whispered into your ear again.

You didn’t want him to stop, it was a strange situation to be in, but you wanted to see where this would go; after all, Butcher and Hughie wouldn’t be back for ages, and this could be used as some fun for you and to get Soldier Boy on the team.

“Thought so,” Ben then started to kiss your neck.

You gasped under his lips touch, feeling his smirk now and again when he heard you whimper and felt your hand place on his bicep, showing that you loved what he was doing and that you didn’t want him to stop. It felt wrong after hearing the stories about him, but you couldn’t help the attraction you felt towards him and the sympathy built up from your conversations. You wanted to just forget about the past and melt into the current situation, enjoying every sensation and feeling that made you tingle with pleasure.

“I knew you were a dirty girl,” you moaned a little as he bit your neck, leading to a gasp every time he bit down harder and harder to the point a mark was left on your neck.

His fingers then wandered, grazing over the deep v-neck collar on your dress, sliding his fingers down your breast as he continued to leave hickies and get harder when hearing your moans and whimpers.

“For someone that was frozen, you’re really good at this,” you muttered with your eyes shut and feeling the sensations Ben gave you.

“Shut up and enjoy what I’m giving you,” you got wet with his words.

His wandering hand then made its way down to where your dress ended, lifting it up to reveal your panties already submerged in a wet spot; this sent another shiver with anticipation running through your mind — trying to figure out what Ben wanted to do to you first. He moved his lips away from you and started to unbuckle his belt, leading his pants to drop to the ground and reveal his lower half. You looked down and saw his length, getting even wetter at the sight of it.

“Like what you see, doll?” you nodded.

Ben smirked at your compliance, continuing to leave hickies on the other side of your neck and positioning his cock in between your thighs, moving his hips with a back-and-forth motion and feeling your wet, clothed pussy on his member. Running his fingers through your hair and grabbing fistfuls, pulling it and making you wince now and again.

“I love how you’re such a little slut for me right now.”

You couldn’t get any words out with the pleasure you felt at that moment, the dominance and power Ben had over you, but while you were enjoying it, you wanted the dynamic to flip a little bit — have a taste of that dominance he gave you.

“How about we change some things… I’m sure you will like it,” you offered as you pushed him away from you, gently putting your hands on his biceps again, seeing him beg for you with his cock in between your soft thighs.

“Hm, guess I’ll allow it… What do you have in mind, sweetheart?”

He moved away from you, wondering what was happening in your dirty little mind, trying to figure you out — failing in the multiple attempts of analysing how you looked at him. You stepped towards him, placing your hands on his shoulders and pushing him to the bed, your strength showing with the way the bedframe hit the wall and leaving a large crumbly dent in the wall.

“Feisty… I like it,” you could tell Ben wanted more, liking how you were in control now.

You started to take your dress off, slowly unclasping your bra and revealing your naked body by stripping your underwear down your legs, slowly moving on top of him to straddle and rub your wet centre against his hard cock.

“Mmph, that feels good,” Ben started to shudder with this new feeling, a sensation he knew he would want more of.

“Do you want to feel me?” you asked him, grinding on him even more as you awaited his answer.

“Please, sweetheart, please.”

“Beg for it then.”

You loved every minute of this, seeing him vulnerable but excited by what you were doing, the dynamic flipping and making him switch behaviour.

“Oh, come on, sweetheart, let me have it… I’m starved for you.”

“More, baby.”

“Let me fuck you, please; I’m desperate to know how you feel… Come on, baby,” he was squirming while he begged.

You decided to let him have it, let him have some sort of dignity left as you hooved over and positioned your centre to let his cock inside of your wet hole.

“Oh fuck,” Ben moaned.

Finally, feeling your walls surround his cock. You smirked when seeing his smile, him closing his eyes to appreciate the moment; you started to bounce up and down on his dick and moan every time you went down for another stroke, your moans being harmonious with Bens and leading to a pool of pleasurable sounds bounce off the walls; it felt so good, and you could feel Ben want more. He put his hands on your hips, you pushing them away to drive him crazy.

“Ah, ah, ah, don’t go touching.”

“Oh fuck, you’re so good at this,” he moaned again.

He had many experiences before he was frozen with Countess and other women, but this was different. You were taking control, flipping the dynamic and letting him feel the pleasure while he was under your touch; different but still enjoyable to Ben. You moved your hands to either side of Ben’s head, your breasts lying on Ben’s chest as you continued to bounce and feel the joy fucking him was giving you. He was biting his lip, trying his best not the cum too fast, but this was getting futile the quicker you kept feeling each stroke; wanting to feel him release inside of you — a feeling you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Please let me cum; I’m dying over here… Please.”

You thought about it for a moment, giving a lick and nibble on Ben’s neck to leave him wriggling around in gratification.

“Go ahead then,” smirking while talking.

You continued to grind your hips up and down, only this time your hands were placed on Ben’s shoulders, shoving him down into the mattress; leaving bruise imprints on his skin.

“Fuck,” Ben let out a loud and deep gasp.

While feeling Ben’s warm release inside you, this was met with your mutual pleasure, trying to catch your breath as you processed everything that happened; your eyes still rolled to the back of your head as you felt every little bit of Ben’s cum warming inside of you, dripping out when you moved away and collapsed next to him.

“That was amazing,” Ben said in between deep breaths, caressing your arm as he turned around to meet your face covered in a red dust of blush.

“You can have more… If you join us.”

“How can I say no?”

Authors note: I'm sorry this took so long, been busy with going out (having a fun time what can I say) as well as doing research for a current university project I'm working on. I hope this is good, if it isn't then... idk click off haha. If anyone has more requests please message me or submit (with user or as an anon idm). have a good day/evening <3

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