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inklore · 2 years

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holy diver.

premise: eddie puts those cute panties you gave him to good use.

pairing: eddie munson x richgirl!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: eighteen+ content, masturbation, virgin!eddie, flashbacks to previous sexual escapades (oral), mentions of fucking, swallowing, literally he’s just jerkin it with readers panties.

etc: this is a part of heavy metal love, but you could read this as a stand alone/without reading the series and it be completely fine. literally no one asked for this but i’m a whore so.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

Eddie wouldn’t consider himself an overtly affectionate person.

Wouldn't say he was raised to feen off of affections, or need them for general survival. He’s sure some people would—do—look at his chaotic behvaior and lack-of-giving-a-fuck as someone who didn’t get hugged enough as a child. Which is laughable and probably one of the more generously nice rumours that he’s confident is going around about him.

You don’t get labeled as the ‘Town Freak’ without the many assumptions and assessments on your character being anything but generous.

No one would go out of their way to label him as the most overtly friendly, or approachable, therefore affectionate would never be tied onto his many labels.

And yet each time he's around you he feels a buzzing in the tips of his fingertips to reach out and touch you. To move stray hairs out of your face, let his fingers linger on the soft skin of your cheek; to move it down to your neck, run his thumb along the dip in your collarbone, to go lower—as low as you’ll let him, whether that stops at your chest or between your legs.

He figured these—feelings of affection—had only surfaced from having your mouth on him. That it was just his biological hormones getting the best of him. Would be perfectly natural in the grand scheme of things, had spent plenty of nights alone watching the few dirty movies he’d snagged from the Family Video. Had let his eyes linger a little too long on legs, asses, tits.

Wanting to fuck and be fucked was nothing new to him.

But affection was.

You were.

Of course he had remembered you from school. From the many times he caught you walking past in the halls, the few classes you had together but never looked his way. From being partnered together in Bilology, how you had looked less than thrilled to even be there let alone partnered with him—and of course, like the fucking cliché he had to be; he found you just as beautiful as the rest of Hawkins High did.

Maybe that's where the affection started.

As he watched the way you chewed on your pencap, the way your glossed lips wrapped around the blue cap, your tongue peaking out every now and then; how your eyes would meet, you catching him staring and you never scowled, scolded, just stared back at him for a beat then went back to looking down at the lab in front of you.

Or when he would try to make conversation with you, try to lighten the mood, do anything but sit in silence. Going into grave detail about Corroded Coffin, air guitaring one of his riffs, dropping some cheesy jokes just to see you smile.

“What would you call an acid with an attitude? A mean-o-acid,” there’s a long pause after he’s said the punchline, brows raised as he tries to rack his brain to remember if that’s how he heard it. “I think.”

“Did you pass Chemistry, Munson?”

“Barely.”

“Biology isn’t looking too good either is it?” You had said, covered your smile up with that bitchy humor you seemed to excel in. That seemed to only make him that much more attracted to you. So everyday he had tried to rack his brain for something stupid he could say that always got the same reaction out of you. Until one day you actually laughed. Had let it slip out, and as much as Eddie wanted to clap his hands and jump on top of the lab table in victory; he knew doing so would make your smile slip and put that crown right back in place.

So maybe that’s where it all started. Not the night he let you slide into his van and grace him with your presence. Showing him a side of you he was sure not many had seen, or would ever see.

And when the two of you had kissed—a kiss that hadn’t been his first but was enough to knock him down a peg, onto his ass and think “fuck, she really is perfect.”

When your hands had went for his belt he swore he felt his stomach in his ass. A shot of nervous adrenaline he only feels from new campaigns, or when he’s on stage playing with his band. He had half a mind to say no, knew that even his inebriated mind could tell this might not have been the best of ideas. Not in this high state of mind, and definitely not from the princess of Hawkins.

A punch to the gut from her lover boy was surely going to come tomorrow morning when he showed up roided out and angry on his doorstep.

But your eyes looking up at him, the way your lips looked so plump and red from his, how pretty you looked between his legs, how hard he was; he’d be a fucking idiot to say no.

He thought he knew the best pleasures in life already: playing DnD, rocking out to Dio, performing with the band, a six pack and a good smoke.

Then your tongue had pressed to the tip of his cock and he swore he forgot all about them, this was the only pleasure he knew. How warm and wet your mouth felt, your little moans you’d let out that sent a vibration from the base of his cock up that he could get addicted to feeling. Your eyes looking up at him as you swallowed him down; he was fucked.

And as he lays in the dark of his room, one of the street lights that linger around the trailer park filtering the tiniest bit of orange glow into the room; the soft cotton of the panties you had dropped into his lap as you left his van the other night, gripped in his hand. His cock swells in his jeans.

You had tasted so good on his tongue.

A deep groan echoes throughout the room as he runs the heel of his hand against the outline of his cock. Hips stuttering up, lips parted and releasing the weakest of breaths and gasps as he remembers your taste; how your fingers had tugged his hair, how beautiful you looked when he let his eyes drift up, how you looked on the brink of crying from how good you felt—from how good he was making you feel.

You sounded so fucking pretty moaning, saying his name.

All things he could feel himself needing more of, wanting more of to the point where he couldn’t get through a day without getting hard at the thought of you, or feeling that buzz of affection to simply just see you.

He lets out a long sigh as he undoes his belt, pushes his jeans down to his ankles. Wraps a palm around his cock, a shudder going through him as his thumb moves along the head to gather the precome leaking there. Spreading it down his shaft with the few light strokes he gives himself.

If someone had told him three years ago that he would have the princess of Hawkins in the back of his van smoking with him—filling her throat, swallowing down his come—he would have flipped them the bird.

But this seemed to be some fucking fever dream he’d stepped into. Some mystic land like Mordor; a fantasy world, and he was living in it. Loving it, a little too much.

“Shit,” he grunts, rolls his wrist at his tip.

After tasting you, feeling your pussy on his tongue, lapping at your wetness, swallowing down your sweet taste; he wanted to feel more, wanted to feel that same wetness on his cock. That tightness he had felt when he pushed his fingers inside of you.

Would you grip him just as tight? Even tighter?

Could he make you come on his cock and have you moaning his name all pretty and panting like you had when his mouth was on you?

His hips are pushing up into his fist, his head hitting the back of the pillow, eyes closed, gasps leaving his parted lips as he thinks about it. As he presses your panties against the length of his cock, the soft cotton incomparable to what your pussy probably feels like. But fuck it’ll have to do.

The thought of having you laid out for him, his mouth and fingers leaving bruises and bites along your soft skin, the way you’d push your body up to his. Sends his mind into a tailspin.

He could just pull your panties to the side and run his cock through your wetness. Knows you’d cling to him, dig your nails into his arms, his back, his hair; knows he could just slip the head in…just the tip of his cock…so slow inside of you.

“Ahh,” Eddie sinks his teeth into his bottom lip to muffle his pathetically needy groans.

He knows there’s no going back after that. Once he’s inside of you, once he’s taken you like that. How could he ever get enough of that? He couldn’t.

You’re fucking perfect on the outside and you’d be just as perfect on the inside. Addicting. Making him simmer with affection that he’s never felt before, but always labeled as shitty and irrelevant to himself.

But now he needed it. Needed to see you. To touch you. To taste you. To watch your fingers play with your pussy, wonders if you’ll let him watch you come if he asks. Wants to see your body wither and reach out for him.

Would you want to watch him? Like this? His hand, your panties, wrapped around his cock as he fucks into his fist. As his stomach tightens and contracts the closer he gets, the more he thinks about you. Always you.

Fucking you. Wanting you. Adoring you.

Eddie can’t help himself when the tiny bow on your panties catches on the underside of his tip, your name falling from his lips like a plea, a cry into the night for you to answer—with your mouth, your pussy, whatever you’ll let him touch, have, he’ll take all of you like a starved dog. Happily.

His cock is so hard, throbbing, painful in its need.

Just a few more strokes, a few more images of you on top of him—nails digging into his chest as you ride him, as your beautiful tits bounce in his face, as his hands grip your hips, your beautiful lips parted and moaning his name as you come around him, as you grip his cock so good, so tight that he’s coming too—has Eddie tensing, stomach muscles constricting as his mouth hangs open in a loud gasp of air that sounds a lot like your name, as he comes against his fingers and your panties.

“Shit.” He chuckles breathlessly, uses the cotton in his hands to clean himself up. Thinks you’d look fucking amazing covered in his come, wonders if you’d let him.

Or if you’d lick the come from his rings. Swallows hard at the image of your mouth wrapped around his fingers licking, sucking, just as good as you did his cock.

His hand runs through his sweat slicked bangs, yeah, he was totally fucked.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #stranger things smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson oneshot #heavy metal love !

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eviebane · 6 months

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Please, let him be soft. Poem credit: Pencap @pencap

Video edit of this poem

#ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens #aziracrow #goodomens #ineffable divorce #good omens 2 #gomens #gomens 2

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classyburd · 8 months

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fernando x carlos: you can meet your hero, just this once

i want to be like fernando alonso: carlos sainz reveals exact moment when he decided not to continue his father’s legacy | sainz praises influence of parents and alonso | love among the chickens - p.g. wodehouse | the hero's lament - pencap | sainz refuses comparison: there will never be another alonso | notebook e - scott fitzgerald | pain - hollywood undead | carlos sainz rubbishes rumours about his relationship with fernando alonso | the shakespearean ethic - john vyvyan | fernando alonso: no lucho igual contra carlos sainz que contra otro piloto

#fernando alonso #carlos sainz #f1 #the theme was supposed to be heroes. i tried #fernando racing carlos differently to literally everyone else. take me out back ive witness enough #long post

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transjlawrence · 5 months

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You always find each other

Le Cid by Pierre Corneille, translated by A.S. Kline, 1636 / Karate Kid (1984) / Romeo and Juliet by Frank Bernard Dicksee (1884) / Dulce María Loynaz, from Poem LIX ( translated by James O'Connor) / Cobra Kai (2018-present) / A Self Portrait in Letters by Anne Sexton / "you can love him, but you can’t keep him" by @/pencap on Tumblr / "My Heart is Full of Open Windows" by Azra T

#lawrusso #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #cobra kai #karate kid #web weaving #I love doing little web weavings for them #these are just...the themes of daniel and johnny. they always find each other they always want each other they see each other

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catboyglover · 6 months

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quotes that i think are very trobed coded:

“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.” - Richard Siken

“Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.” - Richard Siken

“Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.” - Richard Siken

“If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.” - Richard Siken

“I’ve been rereading your story. I think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay. We dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up. Anyway: story received, story included. You looked at me long enough to see something mysterioso under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks. Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.” - Richard Siken

“You go to work the next day pretending nothing happened.

Your co-workers ask

if everything's okay and you tell them

you're just tired.

And you're trying to smile. And they're trying to smile.” - Richard Siken

“He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.” - Richard Siken

“When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?” - Ocean Vuong

“I miss you more than I remember you.” - Ocean Vuong

“Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined.” - Ocean Vuong

“What were you before you met me?”

“I think I was drowning.”

“And what are you now?”

“Water.” - Ocean Vuong

“You love him. The story still ends.

So please, I beg you,

he is all that I have,

and you have so many heroes,

and the world has so many more.

Let him be soft. And let him be mine.” - Pencap

“Yes, yes, yes, I do like you. I am afraid to write the stronger word.” - Virginia Woolf

“I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’” - Azra T.

“Good news, I love you anyway. All the mess and fuss of you. All the stray hairs and uneven smiles. I love your laugh and your sigh and the way you sing along with the music. It’s all lovable. It feels so good to love you.” - Redinkskinned

“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.” - Edgar Allan Poe

“There is something wrong with you. There is something wrong with you that is also wrong with me.” - Hera Lindsay Bird

“I’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, I am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in there.” - L M Dorsey

“And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain, and that didn’t matter.” - from “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” by Stephen Chbosky

“I just want you to know that you’re very special. And the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.” - from “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” by Stephen Chbosky

“You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.” - from “All The Bright Places” by Jennifer Niven

“You make me lovely.” - from “All The Bright Places” by Jennifer Niven

“You know what I like about you? You’re interesting. You’re different. And I can talk to you. Don’t let that go to your head.”

“…You know what I like about you? Everything.” - from “All The Bright Places” by Jennifer Niven

“I love you.”

“It’ll pass.” - from “Fleabag” (2016-2019) by Phoebe Waller-Bridge

“I sit here on the couch, waiting.

Waiting for this to pass.

Days go by and I’m still here. Waiting.

You sit there, nothing changes.

I wait with bared teeth.

I wait.

I wait for you.”

“I’ll take care of you.”

“It’s rotten work.”

“Not to me. Not if it’s you.” - Anne Carson

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.” - Jane Austen

#this was HEAVILY inspired by my moot epidemiologyfan on twitter #poetry #community #troy barnes #abed nadir #trobed #the perks of being a wallflower #all the bright places #fleabag

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pencap · 25 days

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1. Capture a man. Hold him. Hold him. Hold him. Hold him. Hold him. One day he forgets his own name.

2. Leave no body to be found. Fill an empty grave with dirt. Let the world forget on its own.

3. Give him a name. Give him twenty. Tell him a new history. Teach him a new language. Teach him five. Give him a mission.

Let him go.

4. Take him back. Let him go. Take him back. Let him go. Take him back. Let him go.

He comes back on his own feet.

5. Give him blood and steel and pain until his muscles forget the difference between bone and iron and his skin craves the kiss of leather straps like it craves the touch of gentle fingers.

Drain his veins dry and empty and fill his heart with something new and let the poison spill like lifeblood.

6. Give him pain. Take it away. Bring it back. Take it away. Bring it back. Bring it back.

7. Give him a new name. Give him a new past. Destroy it all.

8. Tear him away from everything he knows. Let him watch his world collapse. Let him see his name wither away. Let him strangle hope with his hands.

9. Make him beg for mercy for respite for death.

10. Deny him.

- how to break a man by sylvie (j.p.)

#spilled ink #poets on tumblr #poems on tumblr #writeblr #writers on tumblr #poetics #this is cobbled together from two separate but similar poems #wow some of these were angsty #also pretty unsubtle i think?#in the scale of my poetry anyway #i DID want to keep the tagline this time #i don't like titling it upfront because it gives too much away #pencap drafts

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geodaio · 8 months

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first post and its moon knight stim hcs??? first post and its moon knight stim hcs.

ive literally been spinning these in my head for wayyyy too long, theyre half based on the show and half straight up just my hcs which are based on some of my own stims and i needed to share them SO:

Steven

it is literally canon that steven fiddles with his hands and sleeves, doing things like wringing his hands back and forth and just generally having a lot of little hands stims (i literally have reblogged gifs of his hand stims before)

i think he also fiddles with and runs his hands over different things, like different fabrics, to feel the texture of it (which is partially canon due to the scene in the Duat where hes running his hand over the pile of towels)

he also rubs the bottom of his sleeves and his shirts in-between his fingers to feel it! idk i just think hes a very texture stim sort of guy i think he loves feeling textures

pressure stims!!!!! he literally has this recurring motion that he does in the show where he holds his hands to his chest and i think he likes pressing down in a sort of half-hug motion to himself! i also think he sort of rubs over his heart when he does this sometimes

FIDGET TOY KING!!!! LITERALLY CANON!!!!! I think he has just more than the rubiks cube, i feel like he has other sorts of stim puzzles, maybe a fidget cube, things like that (i also think he would get really attached to those articulated stim toys that look like animals)

he would probably also make a lot of stim toys out of different objects, if you give him pretty much any object he will find a way to stim with it somehow

i feel like he definitely rocks back and forth, but it isn't very intense a lot of the time? it is more of a gentle sway, but he does it very often, especially when hes just standing still waiting for something

absolutely 100% a hand flapper, specifically up and down because he doesn't like the way that his fingers hit each other when he flaps his hands left to right

Jake

SOUND STIMS SOUND STIMS i think jake is such a sound stims guy

hes definitely big on whistling and humming, and makes a lot of little clicking and popping sounds with his mouth

he clicks his fingers a lot as well and moves his hand around while he does it so that the sound hits his ears in different ways (like a bat yknow? echolocation and all that)

loves to crack his knuckles for the sound and the feel, but has to shake his hands out a bit afterwards usually because they feel weird sometimes

he definitely has a stim where he taps the backs of his one hand with his other hand when hes wearing his gloves, because he loves the sound that his gloves make tapping against each other

he used to have a stim where he would drag his toe across the ground in shoes to make his leg bounce but then he would have to buy new shoes cause the toes would wear out so he does it less now

instead he rubs his shoes, specifically the toes, back and forth on the ground, specifically if hes sitting down and happens to have both of his feet on the floor

CHEWS ON FUCKING EVERYTHING if it can be chewed on, even if it shouldnt be chewed on, i guarentee he is chewing on it. i mean pencils i mean pencaps i mean zipper pulls i mean Anything-

he usually tries to have something edible to chew on at all times with him, usually some sort of hard candy, and he also has a chewing necklace that he wears a lot at the flat, and sometimes under his jacket if he feels like he'll need it when hes out and about

Marc

i feel like marc has a lot more subtle stims (hello masking!), unless hes around people he trusts

he definitely has a chewing stim, but specifically softer things like fabric and soft chewing necklaces

he bites on the edges of his sleeves when he is at the flat, specifically when he is thinking, or blankets and pillows if hes overwhelmed

if he not at the flat he usually just grinds his teeth if he has the need to chew on something, he constantly has jaw aches because of it

he rubs his hands and his knuckles over his thighs a lot and taps his fingers on his legs

i definitely think he clenches his fists over and over again before stretching his hands out like he wants to flap his hands but is too tense, especially in public

when he starts to unmask more he definitely does a lot of hand flapping mixed in with gesturing as he talks

he also cracks his knuckles and his wrists out repeatedly both for the sound and the feeling of it, he does it a lot when hes out of the flat

he also has a stim where he rolls his shoulders back and stretches out his neck? he isn't quite sure if it really is a stim but he does it for the same reasons that he does all of his other stims so it counts

i also think he rocks up onto the balls of his feet a lot and back down, mixed with a bit of rocking? this feels like one that he only really does when hes comfortable with who hes with

JUMPING!!!!!! THIS IS LITERALLY CANON!!!! he jumps up and down and tucks his legs up when he does to get more height and i think that he does it when hes really excited about something

#moon knight #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant #moon knight system #autistic marc spector #autistic steven grant #autistic jake lockley #autistic moon knight system #moon knight hcs #this literally took me multiple months to complete and post because i kept changing things and thinking of new things LMAOOOOO #and i kept getting stuck on marc for some reason???#because i genuinely. cannot remember what it was like to mask despite only starting to unmask recently #but anyways are a lot of these projection? yes.#yes they are.#theo’s ramblings

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