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talesofphantombandits · 2 years

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Before there was Six, there was Zero.

Hello my beautiful people! So this has been in the works for a while, I'm currently on a week holiday from my big girl job so thought I would take some creative time to finish this and hopefully finish editing the OG Zero To Six. It warms my heart so much to see people still reading ZTS daily on here and on Wattpad (where it's got 68k reads, 1k votes and 276 comments) so to bring you a new little piece of the puzzle makes me extremely excited. Love you all, and thanks again for showing Zero and Four so much love <3

I thought I would tag the old supporters from the last chapter of ZTS so if you're tagged and you aren't bothered about this anymore I'm deeply sorry for bugging you! And please let me know if you would like to be I tagged. I hope you have a wonderful day/evening/night <3

Warnings: Swearing, Violence.

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The only thing she could feel was how her lungs burned as she ran and still then it wasn’t fast enough, but nothing could stop her as she could hear the angry shouts in the distance getting louder and louder and yet there was no way back. Skidding into a alley way she looked for somewhere to hide herself until she was sure the man had passed, ducking behind a dustbin just in time. Peaking around, she could see him stop in front of the alley it was almost like he could sense that she was there.

Eventually he seemed to moved on to which she let out an audible sigh now that she knew she was finally alone and out of danger. Just to be safe she waited for another good five minutes just to make sure that he had actually moved on. Calmly she started to hoist herself up from behind the bin and started to make her way towards the entrance of the busy street. Just as she was about to turn the corner, he suddenly popped out from seemingly nowhere and stood firmly in front of her.

“Shit.” She started to take steps backwards, hoping that she wouldn’t bump into anything as she kept her eyes firm on the man in front of her. But he only followed, mocking each step she cautiously took.

“Hey sweetie, you can’t hide from me, I will always find you. I promise that.” He tried reach for her but she dodged out of his way just in time, throwing a punch to his stomach and sending him to the floor.

She started to run again, only to trip when he reach out a hand and grabbed onto her ankle which in turn slammed her to the floor.

She jolted awake and found herself bolting upright in bed, chest socked with sweat as she breathed heavily.

Looking to her bedside table where the alarm clock blared at her she saw that it was only 3am, sighing she rubbed her face with the palm of her sweaty hand. Another nightmare. She had, had them a lot recently ever since her parents had passed away, but for some reason they seemed to be getting stronger as time went on this one being the worst. She was meant to be at the cafe at 7am for her shift and to meet with Tim so she honestly didn’t see any point in going back to sleep. It would probably just be filled of more nightmares.

Things had been rough recently. Scout had been in need of money and being a hacker came with specific skills that specific but sometimes scary people where in need of. But most of the time it was the people who were being hacked that she had to worry about and her past few jobs had been very suspicious, but money is money and she need it to survive. That and she trusted Tim to keep her safe.

Luckily she hadn’t run into any trouble as yet, but the dreams she kept haven’t felt like someone was trying to tell her that she was playing with fire and she was eventually going to get burnt.

Scouts life had always been complicated and strange, enough that she was used to anything people could throw at her. In two days time her and Tim would go about their biggest job, with the biggest pay off they had ever got. Of which most of the money she wanted to save but there were a few debts she needed to pay and then that would be the end of them and she would be free.

She was sceptical of the job at first when Tim had talked her through it but then he mentioned how much the guy would pay she thought to herself why not, they had probably been through worse. But how wrong she was going to be. But one bad thing can lead into something amazing that will change your life forever.

"You look tired."

"Gee Tim, thanks for pointing out the obvious!" Scout put down Tim's fourth coffee of the day, he'd been in since 7am which was when she had started and was working on notes for the job. "Says you on your fourth coffee."

He just smiled up at her. "Yeah well these notes aren't going to write themselves."

She looked over at her boss who looked like he was deep in conversation with a difficult customer one that had short dark blonde hair that was sort of slicked back and even from where she was standing she could tell his eyes were a deep ocean blue, she’d been stealing glances at him ever since he came in.

She decided to take a seat across from Tim and try without annoying him too much to get some details about their mission that he’s been keeping very secret about for months now. "How far have you got? We nearly there?"

"Nearly! but We'll talk about it tonight. Cant talk about it here, too many people you never know who might be listening." He peered over the top of the laptop giving her a scowl. "Go on bugger off and do your job I need peace and quiet if this is to go smoothly!"

"Geez okay crabby! I'm going, I should take that coffee off you." He didn't respond, nor even look up at her again so she walked away shaking her head in disbelief. She headed back to the counter where her boss now stood alone at the cash register, she was surprised and saddened that the mystery handsome man had seemingly left before she could get one last good look.

She didn’t know it then but the next following weeks would bring her much trauma and pain but this evil was necessary for her to die and be reborn again into a new family that would actually care and love for her the way she’d always wanted to be loved.

That and she’d gain the most important person she’d ever met, or had they already met? And they didn’t even know it.

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hheisa · 2 months

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X!Sans and Four!Sans by @fantasblog ‼️‼️

They are characters from BFB... But as sans ajdhkajs

#Sans au #Sans oc #Undertale sans #battle for bfb #bfb four #bfb x #X sans #Four sans #My art #Not my characters

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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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best friends dad part three

words: 900

warnings: 18+ only!, extreme age gap, cheating, semi public sex?, kind of caught, p in v sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink

part one / part two / part three

“what were you doing in there again?” your friend stares at you, like she knows the truth but her mind won't let her accept it.

“in where?” you question, looking at your nails like her probing doesn't bother you, like it isn't clear of her suspicion growing, asking about the incident that happened last week.

“in the bathroom. with my dad.” she clarifies.

“oh, i told you already, didn't i?” you scrunch your brows together, like she's the weird one for asking. “i got a splinter in my foot and he was helping get it out.”

you're not sure it's the best story, but it's the first one you came up with when she caught you, rafes cum flooding inside you despite his daughter just feet away, separated by a thin wooden door.

“okay.” she mumbles.

you know despite her questions that she wouldn't dare accuse you or flat out ask if you're fucking her father. you've been through too much together, and she's far too naive.

it's why you're not worried about slipping out of her room when she falls asleep that night, sharing a bed like you always do for your sleepovers.

hallway. you message rafe. you remember the first time you got his number, it was middle school softball season. you would occasionally text him asking for rides home when he picked up his daughter.

rafe is out of his room in a second, a panicked look on his face.

“she could have been awake.” he whispers, eyes wide.

“but she wasn't.” you roll your eyes, not sure what the dramatics are about when his wife didn't see the text.

“what do you want? i told you we can't keep doing this, we almost got caught.”

“i want you to fuck me.” you pull your pajama shorts down your legs, showing rafe that you're wearing nothing underneath. “right here in this hallway.”

“god, this is so fucking wrong.” rafe shakes his head, voice still a whisper as he pulls his cock out from his pants, not disrobing as much as you out of fear of getting caught.

“you say that every time.” you roll your eyes. “yet still cum inside me.”

“shut up.” rafe grunts, pushing you against the wall, your best friends room on the other side, a fact rafe knows too well as he tries his best to be quiet.

rafe picks you up easily, your legs wrapping around his waist as his already hard cock lines up with your entrance. truth is, he is constantly half hard when he knows you're over, just waiting for you to entice him into sex.

“when was the last time you fucked someone like this, huh?” you smirk as rafe pushes inside of you, your walls being stretched by his length.

“was it when your wife was my age?” you ask. truth is, you don't even know when rafe and his wife met and if it was that young, but you love the way he fucks you faster every time you bring up his marriage.

“your pussy-” rafe grunts out, struggling to keep himself quiet. “your pussy is so fucking good.”

“mhm.” you nod. “and your cock is perfect, daddy. love having you inside me.”

rafe shoves his head into your shoulder to hold back his moans as his hips rock into yours, your nails pressing into his back over his shirt, hoping you leave marks he has to stammer to explain to his wife.

you wonder what it would take for them to divorce. what his wife's reaction would be if she caught you in the act. would it be enough to break up the family?

“touch my clit.” you command. rafe quickly listens, moving his hands from holding your hips up to wrapping one around your waist, the other moving between your legs, rubbing his thumb over your clit.

“that's so good, daddy. gonna cum for me?”

“yeah, close.” rafe warns, his cock pulsing inside of you.

“good.” you smile. “cum inside me. fill up my tight young pussy.”

rafe presses his mouth further into your skin as he moans, cum pumping inside of you in a steady stream, triggering your own orgasm as his warmth spreads, not as quiet with your moans as his thumb continues to stroke your clit through your high.

“fucking hell, that was too risky.” rafe shakes his head. “we can't keep fucking like this.”

“you'll keep coming for me every time i call. you're mine.” you tell rafe as he slowly lowers you, making sure you don't wobble as he sets your feet back firmly on the floor.

“im yours.” rafe says sadly, tucking his cock back into his pants while you pull your shorts back on, knowing you're about to ruin them with cum.

“now give me a kiss goodnight, daddy.” you pucker your lips, rafe pressing a chaste kiss against them. you don't wait to see him go back into his shared bedroom with his wife as you sneak back into his daughters room.

as you lay down back next to her in bed, your eyes adjust to the low light, suddenly haunting your movements when you realize she's awake and staring at you, a hurt look in her eyes.

she knows.

you continue your actions, letting out a sigh of relief when she doesn't say anything. doesn't confess. doesn't get mad, simply rolls over so her back is to you.

you smirk to yourself. she may know, but she won't tell.

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greengoblinswifey · 2 years

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My Pretty Girl

Eddie Munson x Fem!Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: (Spoiler free) Eddie's horny and he needs you, even if it means taking you in a random classroom.

Warnings: Smut, praise kink, classroom sex, fingering, oral sex(f receiving), pet names, creampie, spit as lubrication.

A/N: not my gif and requests are open!

Eddie was the absolute love of your life, something no one expected. You were the pretty, popular cheerleader dating the weird cult leader of the Hellfire club. It was a bit cliche to you, maybe not? Everyone expected you to be with someone like Jason but he was a bit of a dick. Eddie was sweet, funny, passionate about his club and he loved you--and weed.

"Hey baby," he greeted, closing your locker. You hadn't seen him all morning. You smiled brightly and he tilted your chin up to kiss him. You cupped his cheek and melted into the kiss but pulled away when Dustin shuddered.

"Please don't eat each other's faces off in the hallway," Dustin said.

You playfully stuck out your tongue at him and waved goodbye as he left.

"Love that shirt on you," Eddie smirked, referring to the Hellfire Club shirt over your cheerleading top. Despite not officially being in the club you'd wear Eddie's shirt or the one you owned around school earning stares and whispers. Let's just say the school didn't quite approve of your relationship with the 'freak' but no one ever said it for you to actually hear. Even if they did, he was the one you wanted, you didn't care about what they thought.

"Why thank you kind sir," you giggled.

He wrapped his arms around you and you laid your head on his chest, inhaling his scent that brought you comfort.

"Are you high?" you chuckled, knowing the answer.

"That and I'm also horny." You couldn't deny that being so close to him made you horny, even if you were at school.

"Well, we can't do anything about that right now can we Ed?" you shrugged and turned to walk away. He did exactly what you wanted him to do. His rough hand gripped your wrist and pulled you flush against his chest.

"You and me both know we can," he said, leaning down into you ear, sending shivers throughout your body. God, how did you get so lucky.

He lifted you up, catching you by surprise and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was passionate--hungry, and he walked with you, breaking it periodically so he could look around and open the door of an empty classroom. He laid you on the teacher's desk and locked the door behind him. Thankfully, you were on lunch break and the halls and classrooms were empty so he could have you without being interrupted.

His soft lips attacked yours again before he moved down to your neck, nipping and sucking. You let out breathy moans when he reached the sweet spot on your neck. You'd probably have to borrow some concealer from Chrissy to cover up the mark he would surely leave.

"I have the most beautiful girlfriend in all of Hawkins," Eddie beamed. He wasn't just saying it to make you feel good, he truly believed it. He never imagined you would give him the light of day a year ago when he asked you out but to his and everyone else's shock, you agreed to the date and you had been inseparable since.

"And I have the most handsome boyfriend in all of Hawkins." He didn't bother pulling your tops from your body, only riding them and your bra up so he could place his hands on your breasts.

"Eddie," you moaned when he pinched your nipples. He swore his cock throbbed in his pants when you moaned his name. No matter how many times he heard it the effect was always the same.

"Need you so bad," you whined.

"Patience princess." He spread your legs and slipped off your panties and tights. "I'll be keeping these," he winked, placing the lace black panties in his back pocket. You vividly remember there being a box of your underwear under his bed or maybe you were just high out of your mind.

"Always so wet for me. I'm in love with you," he smirked. All you could do was moan his name in response as he leaned down and licked from your sopping entrance to your clit. Pleasure coursed through your veins and your body shivered when he continuously flicked your bundle of nerves. His skilled tongue focused on your clit and he slipped a finger into your hole.

"J-just like that Ed," you moaned, your back arching off the desk. He slowly pumped his finger inside you, curling it and hitting the spot inside you that made your toes curl. The flicking of his tongue sped up, and he felt your walls clamp around his finger.

"Oh you gonna cum princess? Wanna cum for me sweetheart?"

"Yes, please, please," you pleaded, feeling the knot in your abdomen close to snapping.

"Go ahead my pretty girl, cum for me," he said, huskily. As soon as Eddie gave you the go ahead, the coil burst and your toes curled as your orgasm washed over you. His tongue lapped up your juices and he took his finger from your pussy and brought it to your lips. You obediently took it into your mouth and sucked off your juices.

"Taste how sweet you are?" he asked, unbuttoning his black jeans.

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath from the after effects of your high. He pulled out his pink, veiny cock and put his hand to your lips. You spat on his hand and he used it as lubrication for his already wet cock and stroked it slowly.

"Eddie, please," you begged, needing to feel him inside you before the lunch break came to an end.

"As you wish darling." Your jaw dropped feeling him fill you to the brim. Eddie was no small man, and no matter how many times you had sex, his size and how good he felt always left you amazed.

"Fuck, you feel so good, clenching around me so well," Eddie moaned. His chocolate brown eyes rolled into the back of his head as he rolled his hips to meet yours, relishing in your wetness.

He nuzzled his nose into your neck as he fucked you, rocking the desk as he did. It was a bit romantic, really.

"Oh- oh fuck me Eddie," you whimpered, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix. Your hands gripped his long, brown hair, tugging and pushing him into your neck.

"That's exactly what I'm doing princess," he said, letting out a breathy chuckle. His hands roamed your body and found your breasts again, squeezing them and adding to your pleasure.

Hearing your soft whimpers and moans in his ear made his balls tighten and he knew he needed to cum. But not until you did.

"Oh God, yes!" Eddie!" He kissed your lips to contain your loud moans as he fucked into you rougher and faster. He was deep in your guts, exactly where he always wanted to be.

Your walls clenched around his cock as his strokes grew more powerful.

"Ed- shit, I'm gonna-" You were unable to finish your sentence before your orgasm ripped through you like a sharp knife and you chanted his name over and over like a prayer.

"That's my good girl, my pretty girl, my perfect little cheerleader," he praised. He continued fucking you through your high, holding your hips tightly so you wouldn't topple over.

"You feel so good baby, just gotta cum inside you," he moaned. You didn't answer, just the thought of Eddie releasing inside you, was enough to make you moan.

Feeling you clench around him even tighter, indicated you wanted it as much as he did.

"That's it. Fuck. Take my cum, take all of it like the perfect girl you are," he growled. His warm release spurted inside you, filling you to the brim. Your pussy milked him of all he had and he allowed his cock to soften inside you before he pulled out.

"Good girl, my good girl," he said, pecking your lips.

You played with his long hair as he fixed your shirt and your bra. As expected, you didn't get your underwear back, all you could do was pull up your tights under your short skirt and pray no one would see the large wet patch in the middle.

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loserforeddie · 2 years

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Shot In The Dark

(yes again the song is based on the Ozzy Osbourne song. But it makes sense trust me)

Summary: When the popular good-grade student start to talk to Eddie Munson, he thinks it’s too good to be true. They become quick friends, but when she asks him out, learns that it was too good to be true...

Eddie Munson x fem! reader

Warnings: Bullying, Eddie thinking he got asked out by the reader as a joke, Eddie not understanding feelings, shy reader

Word count: 3.3k

SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG YALL. also this is gonna be two parts! also male version of this story will be posted soon!

Part 2 here :)

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Eddies eyes followed you as you walked down the aisle of the cafe. Your tray in one hand and an English book in the other.

He watched slowly as your eyes pointed straight ahead, not even glancing at him. Not that he had expected you to.

You, being “Hawkin’s Pride and Joy” would never give him the time of day. Not with your grades or social standing. And it was pathetic of him to even hope you would.

And yet still, you had given him the time of day.

Four weeks ago, to be exact.

He was in the library, a place he rarely was, trying so hard to study for Mrs. O’Donelle’s next test. It was getting late, nearing eight, and he knew he should get going.

But still, he had no idea what this test was even on. He stared blankly at the test review page in front of him. Hoping if he stared long enough, it would somehow make sense.

But, it didn’t.

He let out a long, dramatic sigh. Flinging his head back and rolling his eyes.

Normally, he was sure someone would have shushed him or given him a dirty look for all the commotion he was causing. But no one was in the library at that time, he knew that no one would be as dumb as him to stay this late-

“Excuse me,” a voice behind him said, “Is that seat taken?” You asked so politely as you pointed to the seat next to him.

He jumped, startled by your soft voice.

Your eyes stared down into his, you had your normal amount of makeup on, but the lipgloss you wore made your lips stand out more to him. You wore something so casual, a normal every-day-outfit, but still, everything about you screamed polished, pristine.

He gulped, nodding before saying, “N-No, it’s not.”

You gave him a small smile before setting your bag and books down next to him.

Up until that moment, he had never truly given you the time of day, never looked in your direction, never even thought about you.

And yet, here you were, sitting next to him, almost elbow to elbow.

You turned over to him smiling, “My name is Y/N, and you’re Eddie right?”

He gawked at you for a minute. You remembered his name? What mythical world was this?

After a very strange and long silence, he finally said, “Uh-yeah, yeah that’s me. Eddie.”

God, he wanted to shoot himself.

But you just smiled at him, “That’s cool. What test you’ studying for? Mines for Pinleiy, his class is seriously kicking my ass.”

His eyebrows quirked up, he didn’t expect someone like you to swear. And yet, he also didn’t expect you to sit with him.

“O'Donnell,” he said, a bit quietly.

You groaned, “Oh my god, she’s such a bitch! I hated her class. She made everything so difficult for everyone, those homework assignments always kicked my ass.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. Where you, Y/N L/N, really trying to start a conversation with him?

He paused for a minute.

“Yeah, she sucks man. I failed her class twice.”

You looked over your shoulder, checking to see if anyone was there. Before looking back at him smirking, “Don’t tell anyone, but on her last final I totally cheated!”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up, “No way, the Y/N L/N? Na, I ain't buying it.”

You giggled, “It’s true! I wrote my notes on my arm.”

Eddie scoffed, “Please, that’s the oldest shit in the book. You probably got caught but Mrs. O’Donnell let you get away with it because of how much of a goody-two-shoes you are.”

You gasped at him, “I’m hurt! I’ll have you know I was super slick about it!”

Eddie let out a laugh, a genuine laugh, “Please, I highly doubt that.”

You huffed, “You know, I was going to ask if you needed help studying, but after this, I will no longer be offering my services.”

He chuckled, “You? Help me? Come on, this has to be some sort of sick joke.”

But you shook your head, “Nope. I mean it, if you want, I can help you. Seriously.”

He looked at you, your eyes twinkling with sincerity.

He let out a sigh, “Yeah, I mean if the smartest girl in Hawkins offers to tutor you, you kinda have to say yes, right.”

You giggled, “I don’t know if I’d say I’m the smartest-”

Eddie let out a laugh, “Oh come on, don’t be so modest. You and that Wheeler girl are like, stupidly smart. And popular, Jesus what a match.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not popular-”

But Eddie cut you off again, “Uh-huh, you tell yourself that, sweetheart.”

At the mention of the nickname, he notices your composer shift, only for a moment. You become flustered, your calm and charming exterior cracked for just a moment. Replaced with a shy, flustered girl.

“But,” Eddie continued, “yes, I would appreciate any help.”

After he said that, you perked up.

“W-well, um, let’s get started!”

You two stayed for a while until he felt confident about his ability to actually pass this upcoming test.

He beamed at you, “Wow, thanks Y/N. Damn, might even get myself an A.”

You giggled at his pride, your eyes shining with admiration. “You worked hard, I’m sure you’ll do great.”

Eddie gave you a goofy grin, “Na, I could never get this far without you…thank you Y/N.”

He saw your eyes dart away from his, face flushed, “Oh yeah, yeah don’t even worry about it. Just think of it as..as a favor.”

Eddie cocked a brow at you, “Damn, one heck of a favor. You know you didn’t have to do this, right? I mean, we don’t even know each other.”

You smiled at him, and a felt a small pull in his gut.

“I don’t know, I thought it would be nice. And besides, I had nothing else going on. And you’re pretty good company, Munson.”

He didn’t know why, but he felt his heart start to race in his chest, and the feeling of his stomach doing jumping jacks when your eyes met his. Had you always been so pretty?

He gulped down his nerves, “You’re not so bad yourself, Y/N.”

You smiled at that, “Glad you think so.”

. . .

After a few days, you talked to him again.

He was at one of his favorite music stores, He lost his favorite tape of Iron Maiden (Piece of Mind) and realized he needed it in order to be able to jam out properly.

And he loved this little music shop. Notably, it had mostly rock and metal songs, but it also had popular and more mainstream artists as well. He grimaced at the Beatles and Bowie cover next to his beloved Black Sabbath.

He sighed, finally finding the album he needed.

Just as he was about to head over to the counter, he heard the door open followed by a familiar voice.

“Pardon me,” he heard you say, “do you happen to have any Metallica tapes? For a walkman?”

He swore his heart did a double-take, seeing your pretty face in such a dark place as this small music shop, really made you stand out.

Not to mention, you had just asked if they had any Metallica. That was enough to get his heart pumping louder than it had before.

As one of the employees showed you the way to one of the metal sections of the store, he followed you.

“Right here, ma’am. We even got the newest album, let me know if you need any help,” the employee said politely, before walking away.

As you searched, he came up behind you.

“Didn’t realize you liked Metallica.”

He saw you jump at his words, your face shooting back to his.

“Wow!” He said, “Easy there! Didn't mean to frighten you.”

You shook your head, “Sorry I just didn't see you there. And um… I'm not a Metallica fan. I just- I just heard they were good.”

Eddie nodded, smirking, “Well sweetheart, you heard right. Metallica is pretty good man, especially if you just trying to get into metal. But you don't really seem like the metal type.”

At that, he saw your face flush, “I wanted to try something new, I guess.”

He smiled, “Hey no shame in that. I respect it actually.”

He looked around before pulling a tape out of his pocket, “Here, take this one so you don’t have to pay for it. Just give it back whenever.”

The album was Master of Puppets. It was new, considering the album had just come out, so it was in pretty good condition.

Your eyes widened as you took it, “No, I couldn’t-”

But he just smiled, “I insist. Just give it back to me the next time you see me, alright? I’m returning my favor, from when you helped tutor me, remember?”

You nodded, smiling, “Well, that’s very generous of you, Munson, I appreciate it. And yes, next time I see you, I’ll give it back.”

. . .

And he did see you again. In a place that he least expected.

His band was playing at the Hideout, a not-so-popular bar in town. The crowd is maybe filled with four or five drunk old men, and the smell of cheap booze lingered in the air.

But I didn't care, he played his guitar until his fingers felt like they couldn't strum a single chord anymore. He played until he physically felt like he was going to fall off his feet.

And when he finished playing, the one thing he least expected to happen, came true.

Applause was heard in the bar, from one pair of hands.

His eyes widened, seeing your pretty face beaming up at him.

You were seated in a booth, near the back of the bar. You were dressed in a normal, comfy outfit. But still, it made his lungs run out of fresh air.

As you continue clapping, you looked up at him smiling, a genuine smile.

He felt his heart do a flip.

As the band started to pack up their equipment, you made your way over to him.

“Wow! You guys are so good!”

Eddie’s eyes widened, where you really here for them?

As if you could read his mind, you said quickly, “I-I just came in because I was studying nearby and saw you playing. But wow! I didn’t even know you played!”

Eddie could feel his heart skip at your praise.

“Ah, well. Thanks, sweetness, but we don't really get that much of a crowd.”

Eddie gestured around the bar where most of the men were now almost completely passed out.

You smiled, your eyes locking with his, “Maybe you’re just ahead of your time, Munson.”

He could feel his cheeks becoming hot, and he had to look away from your eyes so you wouldn’t notice.

He coughed and laughed slightly, “Yeah..yeah I guess you could say that.”

Before you could respond, one of Eddie’s bandmates made his way over to you two, “Hey man, the vans all packed up,” he looked over at you, raising an eyebrow, “Sorry was I interrupting something?”

Eddie paused, but you shook your head, “No, I was just saying how good you guys were! You’re the drummer, right? You did really well! I’ll have to come back again and listen to you guys more.”

Gareth gaped at you, eye’s in disbelief.

You shuffled awkwardly, before saying, “Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name Y/N L/N, I think we had English together last year.”

As if broken out of a trance, Gareth nodded vigorously, “Um-yeah. English…yeah with Mrs. Kelly. Yeah, I remember, you were my partner for a project. Something about The Great Gatsby?”

You laughed a bit, and Eddie was suddenly very aware of his fist clutching his guitar pick so hard he felt a sting of pain in his palm.

“Yeah, I remember. We had to make a poster about the life-changing aspects of the 1920’s. Oh my god, it was so boring.”

You and Gareth laughed at a shared memory, and Eddie decided that he had had enough.

He tried his best to sound nonchalant, but he knew he just came off brash, “Here man, take these and get the van started.” Eddie handed him his keys, “I’ll be out in a sec.”

Gareth took the keys from Eddie, giving a knowing smirk as he walked away. Eddie could have even sworn he saw him wink at him as he walked off.

You shifted nervously from foot to foot, before Eddie finally piped up, “So um- you liked the show?”

Your eyes lit up, “Yeah, I really did! Oh my gosh, and you’re guitar playing? It was so sick!”

Eddie laughed, “Wow, you might be our first-ever fan, Y/N.”

You smiled up at him, lashes fluttering lightly, “Then I hope to stay your number one fan.”

He smiled at that. How cute, he thought.

Your eyes lit up, and you reached into your pocket, “I almost forgot!”

You pulled out a tape, handing it back to him, “You were right, the album was so good! I loved every second of it. Thank you for letting me borrow it.”

Eddie nodded, “Yeah I mean of course. I have a few other recommendations if you’re every not too busy-”

“I mean, I’m not busy right now?”

Eddie smiled, preparing fully to blow off his band mates, “Well then, sit down sweetheart.”

. . .

You too continued to talk more and more after that, mostly out of school. And most of the time, you’d somehow find him.

And yet, he couldn’t get you out of his brain.

It had actually started to interfere with his life. He couldn’t write any new D&D campaign ideas because all he could think about was your smile, he couldn’t play his guitar because all he could think about was how you praised him that night at the Hideout.

He had even stopped making a commotion whenever you were around, choosing to stay quiet whenever you entered a room.

But that was because he normally couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

And yet, for the last few days, he had heard nothing from you. Not a nice small conversation, a “how are you”, not even a few glances at him. Nothing.

He normally wouldn’t have cared, who was this girl? Some prissy prep? Why should he care if she come up to him and started talking to him again?

But he did. He cared. He wanted to hear her sweet voice again. To watch her pretty eyes light up when she was working on homework. He wanted to see her smile up at him, to feel his heart beat out of his chest. He wanted desperately to walk up to her himself.

But he stilled himself. He knew that he probably shouldn’t read into anything, he didn’t want to seem desperate. Even if he found himself falling for someone he desperately wish he didn’t.

He sighed, walking to his next class after lunch was over.

He spent the whole period thinking about you, which wasn’t uncommon for him anymore, he’d usually think about you for most of the day.

He hated how he couldn’t just go up to you. Why’d he have to wait for you? Why couldn’t he just stop being a pussy and start a conversation with you?

But he knew the answer, it was because he was a coward.

He sighed as the final bell rang.

“Finally,” he muttered under his breath as he left the school, walking over to his van.

But as he got closer, he saw a familiar face.

He felt his feet hiccup on the ground, the air flying out of his lungs.

But your face lit up as he approached, eyes sparling under the sun's light. Your beautiful face illuminated by the suns light made his heart momentarily stop working.

God, you were driving him insane.

This was definitely new, however, you would never approach him at school. He tried to calm himself down as he approached you, trying his best to become more nonchalant.

You waved at him, “Hey Eddie!”

“Hey there sweetheart, what are you doing here?”

Your eyes faltered, looking down at your shoes. “Well- I,” you breathed in heavily, hands fidgeting lightly.

He raised an eyebrow, why were you suddenly so nervous? You had been waiting by his van after all.

“You alright, Y/N?”

Your eyes looked up quickly, you bit your lip shyly.

“I-um…I had a question…for you.”

He gave you a confused look, “Alright, shoot. I’m not gonna bite,” he said laughing.

Your hands shook and somehow you found your voice, “I was wondering if…maybe you’d wanna…go on a date?”

Eddie immediately felt like he had been shoved to the ground, the air in his lungs escaping him as he gaped at you. Eyes blew wide as he tried to comprehend what you had just asked him.

He, go on a date, with you? This couldn’t be real, like some sort of dream, or-

And then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw them. Your friends, pointing and laughing, at him.

Suddenly, it all made sense.

Of course, you’d never ask him out, of course, you’d never actually have any sort of feelings for him. You avoided him like the plague at school, why would you ever want to be seen with him? And why right now? You would never go out with a freak like him.

Of course, this was some sick joke, it was so obvious. He had just been so blind by his own feelings that he pushed reality aside.

And when they saw him staring back, your friends continued to point and laugh, giggling at his dismay.

“Eddie?” Your sweet, soft voice called back to him. Your eyes were looking at the floor, leg bouncing anxiously, “You don’t have to say yes, I understand. It’s fine, I just wanted to be able to tell you that I-”

Eddie cut you off with a cold laugh.

“Whatever Y/N. You can drop it now.”

Your eyes shot up, looking at him confused, “Wha-”

Eddie shook his head, a mad grin plastered on his face, “I knew that someone like you couldn't be so nice. So what was it then, a dare? A bet? Come on sweetheart,” the nickname dripped with venom, “you don’t have to pretend anymore. I saw your little friends laughing over there. Don’t play so innocent.”

He pointed over to your friends, watching as they stumbled back with laughter.

Your eyes widened as you saw your supposed friends (the girls on the cheer squad that you would sometimes sit with at lunch) laughing at you two.

“Wait, Eddie, please I-”

But he shook his head, “I don’t want to hear it Y/N.”

He started walking away, towards the door of his van, you protested as he did so.

He snapped, turning around to you, “You know, I thought you were different, I thought you were nice. I thought…hell, I don’t know what I thought. But you seemed so genuine. But I guess that was all an act, huh? Should have known, yeah I should have known. Stuck up Y/N, always thinks she’s better than everyone around her. Such a bitch and everyone knows it,” he hated seeing the hurt in your eyes, but he kept going, “such a goddamn stuck-up priss, a goddamn people pleaser. An attention whore. I should have known better.”

He hopped in his van, slamming his door as he refused to listen to your pleas.

“Eddie stop! Really, I meant it!”

But he had already started driving away, leaving you in the dust of his tires and tears running down your cheeks.

. . .

Part two coming soon!

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4xbfb · 2 months

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Math

#bfb #xfohv #art #algebralien #algebraliens #osc art #ocs #bfdi #bfb four #bfb x #tpot

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decemberazure2001 · 2 months

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With people headcannoning that Kieran and Drayton would have the dynamic of big bro being a little shit towards his little bro some kind of way(unless it's vice versa I'm not sure), but I feel like they might have the dynamic of Shane and Ryan from Buzzfeed Unsolved Mysteries.

Drayton, knows that Kieran has a big crush on Juliana and comes up with a plan to have him dethroned: I've connected the two dots.

Kieran, in absolute denial: You didn't connect shit!

Drayton, smug as hell: I've connected them.

#dipplinshipping #kieran x juliana #juliana x kieran pokemon #kieran x mc #kieran x oc #pokemon kieran #rival kieran #trainer kieran #pokemon #drayton pokemon #elite four drayton #trainer drayton #juliana pokemon #juliana #kieran #pokemon scarlet and violet

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mysticmunson · 1 year

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revved up: older!eddie munson x reader

#17: older!dilf!eddie's favorite ass play moments. explore, get filthy, tell me what he likes, tell me what you like. where? when? go into all the raunchy details, every last one. what's his favorite plug? all of the good stuff.

authors note: i honestly don't know what sprouted this, but i wrote this in one sitting so enjoy i guess lol (apart of @funsonmunson-again birthday celebration!)

Eddie had had a fucking day.

Between assholes at the garage to burning his tongue on his lunch, everything seemed to be going to shit. While this should’ve ruined his day, he found himself getting more pent up, needing to deposit his frustration into something else.

Walking in the door, he spotted you cutting up some vegetables for dinner, the sunsetting in the background illuminating your figure. The small bump that contained Delilah in your stomach was starting to show, now a few months along, resting your hand on it as he got your attention.

“Oh, hi baby.” You called, looking back down at your assortment of peppers and onions.

He wasn’t sure what overcame him, but seeing you relaxed, your pregnancy glow beginning to come through, standing in his shirt and a pair of black sweats, nearly made him mad. His hands clamped to your hips abruptly, jumping as his lips went to your pulse point, ass pressed against his hardening groin.

“Eds, what’s gotten into you?” You questioned with a small giggle, but his placement didn’t let up, instead lifting you onto the counter. His quick rebuttal was in the form of a heated kiss, cradling your cheeks as his tongue swirled against yours.

With his spare hand, he forcibly pushed everything to the side, yanking down your pants and underwear at once. Bare bottom on the cool marble, he yanked your hips so he could go between your legs.

Wasting no time, he found your center, already wet due to the sensitivity pregnancy was bringing you. Dipping his tongue to your arousal, your back arched, taken off guard at his assertiveness.

While he was not a submissive man, he rarely took you by surprise like this, typically getting you riled up before diving in. But he was hungry. You knew that for sure as he pushed your knees up, licking a stripe over your other hole.

“Been thinking about this all fuckin’ day.” He grumbled, his mouth dancing against the puckered entrance, fingers finding your cunt easily.

Moaning unabashedly, you held his brown curls in a tight fist, his stubble tickling your inner thighs and making you squirm. He pulled away and stood, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

“Room. Now.” He commanded as you hopped down, scurrying to the bedroom with his feet sharp on your tail.

Standing like a child caught in trouble, you fidgeted with your fingers as he stomped in. Without even looking at you, he snapped, pointing towards the ground, beginning to strip himself of his coveralls.

By the time you knelt between his legs, he grabbed a pillow to shove beneath you, he was only in his boxers. Leaving little to the imagination, he had a big problem, springing out a fierce red when the fabric hit the ground. Your mouth didn’t meet his skin until he removed his shirt from your body.

A mumble of curses streamed from his lips as you sucked his cock, feeling the firmness as you trailed against the prominent vein on the underside. Cupping his balls, you massaged them gently, noticing how heavy they were. His tuft of hair tickled your nose as you went completely down.

His hands went to your hair, pulling off the hair tie that held it in a loose bun, watching as it fell against your shoulders. The feeling of his sharp eyes on you made you feel microscopic, fully submitted to whatever he asked you to do.

Moving to suck on his balls, your hand leisurely stroked his erection, swiping your thumb over his sensitive slit. He manhandled you to stand, shoving you to the bed and onto your knees once more. With your face pressed against the comforter, he kneeled, going back to ravish you.

He wasted no time finding your tighter hole, letting his spit bubble salaciously before smearing it against your lower half. His index and middle finger found your g spot sooner than previously, sending shivers down your curving spine.

“So fucking dirty, you know that?” He sneered, spitting onto your asshole, “Like my mouth on your ass and fingers in your cunt, hm?”

Figuring it was a rhetorical question, you didn’t reply, which was quickly corrected by a firm slap to your left butt cheek. You nodded, letting out a noise of affirmation as he continued to tease.

“You let an old man just split you open and play?” He taunted, stopping periodically to suck on your sensitive skin, “What would everyone say? Such a sweet girl being ruined this way.”

The age difference in your relationship wasn’t a secret by any means, you just didn’t bring it up unless necessary or in a joke. This was new.

“Yes! Fuck me, Eddie.” You squeaked, your slick dripping down his hand at this point. He gruffed, flipping you to your back, both of you sporting eyes of arousal. Altering your position, you lay with your head on pillows as Eddie crawled on top of you, one arm flexing above you as he held himself up.

His cock slid in with ease, guttural moans coming from you both as he thrust, helping you accommodate to his size. The gentle sting he provided never ceased, no matter how many times you slept together, a constant reminder of how easily he could ruin you.

His movements became quicker as he got you adjusted, his hand going to your clit before rubbing over your stomach. The reminder that he fucked a life into you came to his senses, gritting as his hips sharply jutted.

“Gonna fill up this pussy,” He huffed, kissing you quickly, “Gonna have to keep you pregnant all the time, everyone will know your mine, that you love when my cock is inside of you.”

The uncharacteristic dirty talk had you riled up, holding his shoulders as one of his arms sprang by your face and to the headboard. His thrusts smacked it against the wall, his fist blocking the damage the metal would cause the paint.

“Love you so much, love when you come inside me.” You whimpered, his fingers dancing over a particularly sensitive spot on your clit, toes curling in anticipation.

Eddie had a fixation on filling you up, hence his second child in his 40s, and that only increased when you got pregnant. Knowing he could come inside of you until your insides were covered in him with no risk of additional pregnancy made him into an animal.

“Come for me, baby.” He moaned, shoving his face in the crevice of your neck as he stuttered his last few movements. Your orgasm rocked your body, sending you into a quick state of nothingness, so blinded by the pleasure that you weren’t aware of any part of your body.

Eddie rolled off of you, holding you in his arms as you both recovered, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“Where did that come from, sweetheart?” You asked him, putting your chin on his chest and looking up at him in wonder. A smile barely appeared on him until a smirk resided, a blush spreading against his plump cheeks.

“Thought about you too much, love you.” He murmured, movements stilling as he lay beside you, only his fingers ghosting over some of your hair that sprawled out over your pillows. His teeth came to bite his lower lip, the tiniest squint in his eyes as he looked at the ceiling.

“You pulled your back, didn’t you?”

“Shut up, I was horny.”

shut up i was horny and wrote this

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lemons-4x · 4 months

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Desert 4x cuz yes... >:3

#battle for bfb #bfb x #battle for dream island #bfb fanart #xfohv #bfb #bfb four #the power of two #battle for bfdi #bfdi fanart #bfdi oc #bfdi #bfb fourx #four xfohv #4x

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 4 months

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No longer yours to keep

summary: what happens when you and Xaden bond with mated dragons but you're already dating Garrick?

warning: pretty suggestive, some iron flame spoilers.

Kind of part II

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For as long as you could remember it had been you three against the world. Your families had been extremely close so it was inevitable for your three to end up being best friends. And it was like that until you all started to grow up. And once the teenage years kicked in so did the desire to explore and learn new things.

You mingled in this relationship with no boundaries, no labels for a bit. Until Xaden had to uphold his duties. Had to agree to be engaged to a girl just for the sake of power. That of course meant that you and Garrick had been slightly pushed to the side. Xaden was barely free to spend time with you, barely there for your usual nights out. Meaning that you and Garrick fell into this easy rhythm. This bonding over losing a friend you two loved dearly. And without any big gestures. Without any grand signs had fallen in love.

Garrick had always been made of sharp edges, similar to Xaden. Just Xaden used that as a form of self-defense when he needed to be out in the public and Garric... He had always been on the rougher side. Had always been harder to read. To predict. But he was an amazing lover. There wasn't a moment where you felt unseen or unheard. Yes, he had his moments but once he stewed over them, he would always come to apologize. To make it right. And he was so protective. Boy, was he protective. It was both a charming thing because it empowered you even more but... it was frightening too because Garrick's heart was in your hands, he had let you in deeper than anyone else. And you had planned to keep it forever. Had planned but...

But then threshing came. You three were at the top of your squad. Ready to grasp the best spots in the section. Garrick and Xaden were already waiting when you emerged. They had remained close friends throughout the years. Lost had changed and in all honesty it was you who bitched to Xaden the most. "We can do the next shipment after we bond with dragons", Xaden said quietly. There was a revelation brewing. And surprise, surprise Xaden was at the top of it. "I'll get the boys to take the boxes tonight", Garrick said, as his arm sneaked around your waist, "Hey", he muttered pressing his lips to your temple. "Everything's okay?", you asked, earning a nod from them both. "Excited to bond?", you looked across the field as the wind picked up.

"I have my eyes set on a dragon I want", Xaden said firmly. "Of course you do", you rolled your eyes, suddenly feeling the urge to cling to Garrick as if this might as well be the last time you two were gonna see one another. "You're okay?", Garrick wrapped an arm over your shoulders, you hesitated for a moment but... they were your childhood friends after all.

"I just have this weird feeling", you breathed out, "Like something is about to change". Xaden snicked from beside you and Garrick threw him a glare. "We will be bonding with dragons today, princess", Xaden mused. "Might be. Don't be too full of yourself", you bit back, Garrick instantly brought you closer to him, hands on your hips, "Don't bite his throat out, baby". Xaden pushed away from the wall, "I'll see you two there".

You huffed out a breath. You didn't want to be a bitch but that man was grinding your gears at times. He was also putting himself in so much danger and for what? A fucking title? "Tell me about what's worrying you", Garrick cupped your face. Your eyes met his. God, you loved this man. "I just have a bad feeling", you muttered, "I don't think that anyone is dying today but... I think that things are going to be different. Really different". Garrick tilted his head to the side as he watched you. "All I care about is that you come back to me", he muttered, "with or without a dragon, I just want you back by my side". His words clenched at your heart because somehow deep down you had an inkling that that was exactly what wasn't gonna happen.

You had crossed paths with burnt flesh multiple times. Guess this year's threshing theme was roasted cadets for dinner. You were so tired. Sure, this had to end soon and you would have to admit your defeat. And just... A puff of hot air hit your back making you still. You could feel its presence behind you. You took a deep breath in before turning around. And here it stood. The biggest black dragon you had ever seen. "Holly fuck", you breathed beneath your breath.

Your head was buzzing. Every fiber of your skin was on fire. You could believe that you had bonded with a dragon. A black one at that. Black dragons rarely bonded. Lower your ego he snarled in your mind. You slide down his leg ready to give your dragon's name so you can be officially linked when an overwhelming sense of emotions hits your chest. You faltered slightly. Gripping the edge of the table a huge scroll will names was placed on it.

You hand fell on your chest as the edges of your vision blurred. You let out a pained breath as your eyes snapped up and here he stood. On the other side of the field. A blue dragon by his side. Eyes burning holes into you. Hands in fists. What the fuck... you felt an arm wrapping around your waist. Oddly enough wanting to pull away because it just didn't feel right only to find Garrick inches from you, cupping your face. And then everything went black.

Your eyes snapped open with a jolt. The moon was casting faint light over the room. Garrick was passed out beside you. His hand wrapped around your middle. You brushed your fingers through his messy hair when a wave of need rushed through you. Need that wasn't however in any way related to the man that was next to you. Come to me. The voice rang in your head making you jolt. And even if you didn't want to. And even if you tried to fight it. Tried to fall back asleep. Tried cuddling into your boyfriend. Not even fifteen minutes later you were padding through the quiet corridors.

You didn't even have a clue as to where you were going and yet here you were, standing right next to the person that had taken over your mind. "Why the fuck do I feel you in every fiber of my body, Riorson", you said through gritted teeth. Your body grew warm just from the sight of him. "Our dragons are mated", he said bluntly, puffing out a cloud of mirth-root. You instantly crossed the distance between you too, snatching the blunt and taking a hit yourself. The overwhelming feeling eased slightly, but your body still yarned for him.

"We need to sort this out, get this fixed", you muttered, brushing your fingers through your hair in frustration. "How do you plan on doing that? They have been mates for centuries. Fuck, we hadn't even been born back then", Xaden huffed out. "I'm with Garrick, I won't leave him, I...", you muttered in panic, but Xaden's hand that sneaked up your throat made your voice die down.

"They are fucking", Xaden said through gritted teeth, eyes hazy as he looked at you. You could feel it too. Gods, even the smell of him. "We can't... I can't do this to him", you pushed back, trying to keep distance between you two. "Do you think it's not eating me alive?", Xaden growled, cursing under his breath, "I watched Garrick falling head over heels for you. You're it for him, and now...", Xaden turned around, bracing a hand on the wall as he breathed. Please hold your pleasure to yourself you snarled at your dragon. But it's like your words didn't even reach him.

You took in a shaky breath, right as your eyes met Xaden, and within the blink of an eye you were pressed against the stone wall, legs wrapped around Xaden's hips. His teeth buried in your neck as you dug your nails into the back of his neck. It felt as if your body was on fire. As if only with him near you could finally breathe. "We can go back to having an open relationship", Xaden breathed against your ear. You shook your head, "Garrick will never share, we're in too deep", you muttered. Xaden let out a growl, "If he'll want to keep you, he will share, baby". His hands moved up your shirt, Garrick's shirt, and that was a reminder enough for you to push against Xaden's chest. You wiggled till he finally lost his grip on you. "If you'll challenge him for a claim of me, I swear to everything I believe in, I will suffocate you in your sleep", you pointed a warning finger at him. Xaden only chuckled, "You'll be crawling to me", he breathed out. Dark eyes watching you. "Fuck you, Riorson", you huffed, "You'll do that to baby", he mussed right as you turned around. Practically running back to your room. Heart beating in your chest so loudly that for a while it was all you could breathe.

#garrick tavis #garrick tavis x reader #garrick tavis x you #garrick tavis imagine #garrick tavis fourth wing #garrick tavis iron flame #garrick tavis x oc #xaden riorson #xaden riorson x reader #xaden riorson x you #xaden riorson imagine #xaden riorson four wing #xaden riorson iron flame #fourth wing x reader #fourth wing imagine #fourth wing x you #iron flame x reader #iron flame

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nightcorecarseatheadrest · 6 months

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We’re all mad here darling

#HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM 32!! I CAME UP WITH THESE COSTUMES AND I THINK!!! THEYRE !! CUTE #four draws tag #splatoon #splatoon art #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #agent 4 #agent 4 splatoon #splatoon oc #agent 8 #agent 32 #agent 48 #agent 4 x agent 8 #beginner artist #alice in wonderland #Alice in wonderland fanart #splatoween #halloween #spooky season

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deoxysacid · 2 months

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Happy belated valentine's day eat my oc/canon

#pokemon #elite four drayton #oc #oc x canon #drayton pokemon #applin

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whatamesswehavemade · 2 years

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Fuck, I'm So Sorry- Eddie Munson x Reader

Requested: Yes

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

Requested: Yes

Word count: 1,319

Warnings: swearing, crying, Eddie yelling at you but makes up for it.

100% Fluff

GIF not mine

“Now put your finger here and strum light like this,” Eddie guides your hand from behind you. You’re sitting on your bedroom floor between Eddie’s legs. He brought his guitar over to your place after months of begging him to teach you. He was worried about you damaging his poor guitar, but you promised him he could keep his hands on it at all times to make sure not even a scratch could happen.

You strum, and it makes a way prettier noise than five minutes ago in your first part of the practice. You turn your head and smile at him. He rubs his nose against yours before catching your lips with his. He meant it as a peck, but you got lost in his intoxicating taste. You turn as much as possible in his lap, letting go of the guitar.

It slips from your lap and hits the floor. You both jump, and he reaches around you and grabs it, laughing. “At least we’re not on your bed. That would’ve been a nasty fall.” He slides the guitar back in your lap.

“Sorry, Eds. I got a little carried away there.” You flush, putting your hands back in position on the guitar.

He leans over and kisses your cheek. “It’s fine, babe. Anyways, where were we?”

The next hour, you learn simple strings while the rain splatters against your window.

Lightning flashes over your room, causing you to jump a bit.

“I’ve got you, babe, don’t worry, your pretty little head.” He kisses the back of your head while bringing you impossibly closer.

“Are you talking to me or the guitar?” you laugh.

“Of course, I’m talking to you––” A deep, rumbling thunder cuts him off.

It was close and caused you to yelp and jump while tightening your hold on the neck of the guitar. The sharp jump movement with your hand's opposing force caused the neck to crack. You both hear it, looking down at the neck and seeing the crack, only another hit away from the entire top breaking in half.

“Fuck, Eds! I’m so sorry!” You let go of the guitar to let him grab it. He jumped up with the guitar, inspecting it.

“Fuck, Y/N! I knew this would happen. This is why I didn’t want to teach you. Fuck! I have a show this weekend, and this is gonna cost an arm and leg to fix. Probably my kidney too!”

You’ve never seen him so mad at you. You’ve definitely seen him angry, but it has never been directed towards you. You jump to your feet with your hands out, unsure whether to grab Eddie or the guitar, but you’re frantic. “I’m so sorry, Eddie. I didn’t mean it.”

He puts the guitar in the case, latches it shut, and stands up, walking to your door. “I’ve gotta go see if I can fix it myself or something.”

“Eds, let me help. I’m sorry. I didn’t ––”

“It is what it is, Y/N. I gotta go!” He stormed out of your room, and a few seconds later, you heard your front door slam shut.

You sink to your knees and start crying. You hear his van start over, the loud rain pings hitting your window. You hold yourself, rocking back and forth.

“It was just an accident,” you whisper to yourself.

After a few minutes, when you ran out of tears, you looked over at the clock. It only takes him about 10 minutes to get from your house to his. In the rain and at night, maybe an extra few minutes. He’s been gone for roughly 15 minutes now.

You pull yourself off the ground and go over to the phone by your bed. You dial his number and let it ring. He doesn’t pick up.

You try again. Nothing.

Now you start to worry. What if he didn’t make it home?

He did drive off pretty fast, and he was mad, so now you start to think the worst.

You dial again. And again. Now that it’s your fifth time calling, if he doesn’t pick up this time, you swear you’re going to jump in your car and go check.

“What?” He snaps on the phone.

“Eddie, a-are you OK?” your voice breaks.

He sighs. “Yes, I’m fine. Now stop calling. You’re gonna wake up the neighbors. I’ll talk to you later.” He hangs up.

You start crying again. You roll up into a ball on your bed, ending up crying yourself to sleep.

An hour or two later, you hear tapping on your window. You ignore the taps, thinking it’s the wind or the rain, and rollover. Your head hurts from the sobbing.

The taps continue, getting louder. They became knocks.

You jump up and grab the baseball bat you keep under your bed–– your parents leave you home alone often–– and stalk slowly to your window. Once you get close enough, your hands tightening on the bat, a figure pops up in view. You go to yell but realize it’s Eddie, soaking wet. He lightly smiles at you. You drop the bat and open the window, letting him jump in.

His hands go up defensively. “Damn, were you gonna beat the shit outta me? Well, I know I deserve it.”

“Let me go get you a towel; you’re soaked.” You go to leave the room, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you into his soaking form.

He kisses the top of your head and sways you back and forth. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. It wasn’t even that bad. I have a friend who will help me fix it tomorrow.”

You look up at him and sniffle. “You said you didn’t want to teach me. That you knew that I’d break it. I didn’t mean to….” you trail off, feeling the tears well up.

“Hey, hey, no. I was dumb. I was being an ass. I’m sorry, babe. Fuck, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry,” he shoves his face into your hair, tightening his arms around you.

The two of you stand like this for a while, waiting for you to settle your breathing. You look up at him and give a weak smile. He leans down and rubs his nose against yours. “I obviously love you more than the guitar, princess. You know that, right?”

You lean up on your toes and kiss him lightly, pulling away. “I know now. I love you too, Eds. Now let me get you a towel and a change of clothes because I’m not letting you back out into that storm.”

Once getting a change of clothes from your dad’s closet–– an old shirt and shorts you know he won't miss–– and a few towels, you come back with a confused look on your face. “Eds, you do know my parents aren’t home, right?” you toss the towel at him, going and grabbing new pajamas for yourself.

He starts to change as you have your back to him, slipping on a new top and sleep pants. “Yeah, I know. Why?”

You turn back to him. “You climbed through my window. In the rain. I have a front door, you know.”

He smiles, ruffling the towel through his hair. “I thought it’d be more romantic to scale your house to apologize. What, is there a problem with that?” He throws the towel in your face jokingly.

“You could’ve been struck by lightning. Or fallen. Or now catch a nasty cold since you were in the rain for however long.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“Aw, I love when you care too much, babe. C’mere.” He reaches out and grabs your waist, bringing you in for a kiss. “And when my guitar is all fixed up, I promise I’ll go back to teaching you how to play. Just, probably not during a storm next time.”

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Eddie having sex with fem!reader for the first time.

He wasn't shocked when you told him you were a virgin. Seeing you around school, you were always quiet and looked innocent.

When you started dating, he made sure to tell you sex was not a priority, he was ready whenever you were.

You didn't have sex with Eddie until you were six months into your relationship and he never once complained.

When you were finally ready, he was ecstatic but still felt worried that you felt pressure to have sex with him.

You started off with kissing, you would always kiss but this time, your fingers tugged the hem of his Hellfire shirt and he allowed you to pull it over his head.

"Baby, wait, are you sure? You absolutely don't have to do this if you don't want to," he asked, cupping your heated cheeks.

You blushed at his concern. He was always sweet and consent was number one in your relationship. He'd even ask for permission to touch your ass when you hugged.

"I'm sure Ed, I want this, I want you." He smiled and pressed his lips against yours again. The kiss was filled with more lust than before as your teeth clashed and your tongues went deeper into the other's mouth

He abruptly lifted you up and carried you upstairs to your bedroom.

He helped you out of your thin nightwear and gasped at how striking you were. You felt a bit self conscious about getting naked, but his reaction and praises made your heart flutter.

"Wow, you have got to be the most beautiful girl in Hawkins. You're so beautiful doll," he marveled.

He kissed your lips and trailed down to your chest.

Your breasts were now probably his favorite part of your body. He sucked and flicked your hard nipples with his teeth, having you writhe and moan under him. Now, his only focus was pleasuring you. Making you feel good. Tonight was all about you.

His cock throbbed at the way you moaned his name and pleaded for more. You were like a cat in heat and he adored it. He adored you.

He engulfed your areola with his mouth and his hand finally found it's way down to your aching pussy.

"Can I touch you princess?" he asked. You nodded eagerly, desperate to have him play with your wet pussy.

As he sucked on your breasts, leaving hickeys as he did, he rubbed rough circles on your clit.

You touched yourself before, but the pleasure he made you feel surpassed any other you'd felt from your own hands.

Your own loud moans were almost embarrassing but Eddie thought you sounded like an angel and he wanted to see how loud he could make you get. Thank God your parents were out of town.

Your pussy was absolutely drenched for him and he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked your sweet juices off.

He reached back down and abruptly slipped a finger inside your hole as he sucked on your neck.

"If it hurts, tell me and I'll stop," he said but you were too drowned in pleasure to respond. He slipped another finger inside you, making you feel fuller than you'd ever been.

His ring clad fingers were longer and thicker than yours, reaching all the right spots you could never reach.

"Cum for me Y/N," he commanded. As soon as his fingers curled inside you, your back arched off the bed and your orgasm came crashing down.

He moved down to your pussy, quickly taking off your underwear, attacking it with his mouth, and lapping up the juices that were trailing down your thighs.

"So sweet, prettiest pussy I've ever seen," he praised. He never liked people touching his hair, but his cock throbbed in his pants when you gripped it and grinded your pussy on his face.

You kept your hands in his hair as he ate you out, flicking your clit with his tongue and spreading your lips open before licking between them.

"Eddie, oh God, I'm gonna fucking cum," was all you could say before you squirted into his mouth. He muttered praises and happily slurped you up like you were his last meal and he was on death row. He was addicted to your taste.

His cock was now painfully hard and he pulled down his pants and kicked it off.

You had to do a double take. He was huge.

He smirked and slowly stroked his cock, spreading the precum that leaked from the tip. He didn't think he could be this hard.

He came on the bed and hovered over you, looking intensely into your eyes. "Sweetheart are you sure you want this? We can always stop, its not too late. I know this is a big deal for you, are you sure you want me to-"

You slapped your hand over his mouth and giggled. "Yes Ed, I'm sure. I love you and there's no other person I'd want to be my first."

"I love you more princess. This will uncomfortable at first but it'll all be over soon. If the pain becomes too much, please tell me," Eddie said, sternly.

The moment was intimate. His eyes were locked with yours as he slowly entered your pussy. Both your mouths fell open and Eddie let out a long, strained moan that went straight to your throbbing pussy.

"Fuck, so tight, so wet," he groaned.

He was right, it was uncomfortable at first but whatever pain you felt quickly turned to pleasure.

"You're doing so well for me. So good, such a good girl," he praised as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You played with his hair and he slowly bottomed out of you before entering your walls again. He fit inside you like a glove and as you looked down, you could see the bulge of his cock in your stomach moving slowly.

"Tell me, tell me how good it feels," Eddie moaned.

"Feels so good, so good Eddie, please, faster," you pleaded.

He was afraid he would hurt you but he complied with your request and started fucking you faster.

He whispered sweet nothings in your ear and rolled his hips to meet yours, shaking your bed and causing the bedpost to hit the wall.

Your mind was clouded with pleasure, all you could focus on was the fact that he was taking your virginity and it was the best feeling in the world.

As he bottomed out and slammed back into you, there was a bit of blood on his pink cock. He'd made sure to clean you up later.

"Fucking shit," Eddie whimpered, "squeezing me so fucking tight. Cum for me, I know you want to pretty."

He was right. As soon as he said those words, the coil in your stomach burst and you wrapped your legs around his waist and came, hard.

You squeezed your breasts and moaned his name in his ear as he fucked you through your high.

You were very obviously tired and worn out and he quickly pulled out of you as you both panted and tried to catch your breaths. He didn't need to cum, tonight was about your pleasure.

He collapsed beside you and kissed you all over your face.

"Eddie," you said, turning to him, "that- that was amazing. Better than I imagined."

"I'm glad you liked it doll," he smiled. He enjoyed it too. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

You were too weak to stand and so, he carried you bridal style into the bathroom and placed you in the tub. He turned on the water and came in behind you.

He bathed you and cleaned between your legs, kissing your shoulders and your back. For the rest of the night, he praised you, telling you how beautiful you were and how good you did for him. Eddie Munson was all you needed.

A/N: requests are open xx

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