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#BIG BOY

“You are such a good girl.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: you excitingly show eddie your a+ that you got on a test, and well, things escalate.

warnings: shit i’m not gonna lie this is dirty💀 smut, language, praising, teasing and begging, reader has a thing for being called ‘good girl’ so a lot of that, talk of kinks, dacryphila, degradation. eddies cocky as hell. i think that’s it??

a/n: this was requested by @marauders3rawh0re ily babe, you’ve been on this blog ever since i started it! so i hope this satisfies your needs because i love this lmao.

“See Eddie? See? Oh, gosh, I can hardly believe it! I mean, I was just so nervous. I thought maybe, a B if I was lucky! Or even a C! But an A+! I can’t believe it?” There you were, hyped up on the adrenaline of a good grade, pacing the carpet in your room. You backed away as he climbed through your window, a wide smile on your face as you threw your arms around his neck.

“Whoa, there, babe,” He chuckled, patting your back. “Don’t I get a kiss first?”

You pulled away, grabbing his chin and pulling him down to yours. You have them a loud peck, and you squealed when his hand sneakily moved down to give your ass a squeeze. “See here! Look, Eddie, I can’t believe it!”

You shoved the paper in his hand, and he chuckled amongst himself as he observed your paper. He smirked, glancing your way. “What did I tell you? All that worrying for nothing. Good job, kiddo! Proud of you!” He hooked an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side as you both sat on the window seal.

You smiled as he kissed the side of your head, looking down as you fiddled with your fingers. Eddie always made you blush, since day one. You always caught yourself staring at his hands, the rings on them. You liked the look of the calluses on the pads of his fingers, making shapes and odd designs. They were rough, his hands, and honestly, you were sure that’s why you liked them.

But that was Eddie. He was rough. His music choice, his clothing. His mannerisms and attitude. It was a direct opposite of who you were. You two had been together for maybe a month now, but a lot of people didn’t even believe it, because it just didn’t fit. Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson with you, Miss innocent and not a hair out of place.

The kids thought maybe it was some prank, it had to of been. He even canceled dnd one night just to see a play you had been in. Dustin nearly cried. But Eddie couldn’t help it. You’d drawn him in like a fly to honey. You’d come to his lunch table one day, asking for signatures on a petition to end sexism at Hawkins High. Of course, everyone at the table signed, but it almost startled them to see you behind the sign. It was known you didn’t care much for conversation.

You asked with a small, shaky voice for signatures, and Eddie Munson fell head over heels in love with you that moment there. And the funny thing was, he’d never really noticed you before. He knew you, obviously, but it wasn’t like he’d already had a crush on you. It was something in the air that day, apparently, because your bravery lured him in.

He worked his magic and started conversations with you here and there, asking if you’d help tutor him to pass a class. You did, and he passed, but you fell head over heels with him too. And it wasn’t that the kids didn’t like you, they just didn’t know how to act around you, because it was weird for them to see Eddie so mushy around someone of the opposite sex.

Eddie brought out the best in you, though, a part of you that you were unfamiliar with. He was completely and utterly genuine with you, and didn’t treat you like a glass doll like everyone else did. The conversations you had seemed to last for hours. He also took your virginity, and that was only just a few weeks ago. That was an experience, for sure.

Your innocence to Eddie was nearly mind blowing. Your music taste, your clothing. Your attitude and mannerisms. It completely differed with his. He absolutely adored your little pink bow in your hair, your knee high socks and tight skirt. It nearly sent him to the grace.

“Thanks, I just tried to remember what you told me,” You continued, breathing in relief. “That all I needed to do was try my best, and that you had faith in me.” You blinked up at him with a smile.

“Good girl,” He tapped your nose, bumping his forehead against yours. “I knew you could do it.”

Well that was new. Your cheeks burned hotly at his comment, and god, you didn’t know why. You cleared your throat awkwardly, and you recognized that churn in your stomach. Sex was still new to you. There were so many…positions. You could do it…anywhere. It was overwhelming. Your mind buzzed with confusion, and you pulled your forehead away and cleared your throat again. “So, did you have a good day?”

He raised his brows in amusement at your tone, noticing how dark your cheeks had turned crimson. He kept his chuckle inside, but he knew damn well his little comment gave you butterflies. He’d have fun with that. “Good. The kids are preparing for the campaign tomorrow. Sinclair has another godforsaken game of laundry baskets again, so they’ll have to find a replacement. You in?” He stood, twirling around your room and observing the decor.

Your room was extremely pink. He loved it, but if he stared at an obnoxiously bright colored object too long, he got nauseas. “Oh, I- no, I’m alright.” You chuckled, pushing a loose curl back. “Truth be told I don’t think they like me very much.”

“Hey,” He narrowed his eyes. “It’s not that they don’t like you. It’s me that they’re unsure about. You’ve done nothing wrong, y/n.” He sent you that puppy love gleam as he picked up your music box.

“Well, neither have you, Eddie.” You began untying your shoes. “I guess we’re just modern day Romeo and Juliet.” Your tone softened at the realization, throwing your shoes to the side.

He glanced at your reflection in the mirror. He knew you felt guilty for not being his “type”. You even said it once. In fact, you cried. That was an ordeal of its own.

“We’re a match made in heaven, sweetheart.” He nearly sang, crouching down to your feet. “The freak and the good girl.” He watched your eyes then, and dear lord he saw them flare.

Your cheeks flushed again, your stomach fluttered at his words. Why was that sweet little phrase bothering you so? His hand was warm against your bare knee, but it sent firework sensations up your thigh from his statement.

“Ha!” He laughed in your face, causing you flinch.

“What?!” You jumped.

“You’re blushing! Again!” He clapped his hands in the musical rhythm he did when he was hyped up, dancing and shuffling his feet in amusement. “You totally like that, don’t you?”

“Like what?” You grew smaller, voice high in question. You really didn’t know what he was talking about, being confusing with your feelings yourself.

“Good girl!” He placed his hands on his knees, looking at you as his jaw hung open in amusement.

Your eyes grew wide when you realized the connection, and you straightened immediately. “I do not!” You defended hotly.

“Yes, you do!” He pointed, clapping his hands again. “Look at you! You blush every time I mention it!” He was laughing, chuckling and pointing at you as you grew utterly embarrassed.

“No- Eddie, will you shut-” You tried shouting, but crossed your arms in frustration. “Eddie, I do not!”

“Hey, I’m not judging you, babe,” He tried containing his laughter, moving back to crouch by your feet. His giggles were escaping his lips, and he pulled your hands into his. “Really, I’m not. It’s cute, actually.”

You groaned painfully loud, looking up to the ceiling. He snorted at your resistance. “No, it’s not. I’m disgusting.”

“So, you’re admitting it?”

Your eyes snapped to his. “No!” You yelped, causing him to cackle and put his hands up.

“Hey, hey, calm down,” He cleared his throat, trying to keep from embarrassing you more. “Really, y/n, it’s fine. Everyone has the stuff they like. Honestly, yours is pretty vanilla compared to what else is out there.”

Your eyes grew somewhat more curious at his words, peeking your interest. You swallowed roughly, looking down to pick at your nails. “Really?” Your voice squeaked.

Half of the time, he just wanted to laugh at how innocent you were, but it took a lot not to. He knew how incredibly shy you were, and it didn’t take much for you to crawl back into your shell.

“Sure.” He nodded enthusiastically, his black curls bouncing. “I mean, some people like to be tied up or uh- blindfolded. There’s um, choking and slapping. God, then there’s some real heavy bdsm type shit. That’s for another day. I don’t want to traumatize you.” He chuckled.

You brought up your nail to chew, thinking over his words. You couldn’t even imagine yourself in those scenarios, but you didn’t ever imagine being together with Eddie Munson, either. Your exact opposite. “But I couldn’t ever see you doing those things,” He got your attention, taking your finger away from the abuse of your teeth. “Since you’re such a good girl, and everything.” He tilted his chin at you, hooking his finger underneath your jaw. He said it with such seriousness this time, and it caused a sparking tension to electrify between you.

Your eyes flickering between his lips and his eyes, and your stomach continued to burn at the idea of being his good girl. You sighed. You couldn’t fake it anymore. “You’re right, I love it.” You breathed, smashing your lips against his.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled you both up, his hands holding your burning face. Your bodies glued together like magnets, his arms moving up and down your back as your lips danced like ballerinas. Your feet dangled slightly, due to the hold he had on you. He always had to lift you up a bit in times like these, having been so much short than him. It was either that, or him breaking his neck trying to bend down to kiss you.

Your back hit your bedroom door, and you gasped when his lips found your neck, his hands placing yours above your head. “Sex can be anything you want it to be, sweetheart,” He licked the skin below your ear, and you moaned sweetly, your leg curling around his ankle.

“You’re the boss. You tell me what you want me to do.” He sucked and nippled at your red skin, leaving pomegranate colored love bites to show off to the world. He loved claiming you that way.

It always made you feel shameful and embarrassed, asking him to do a certain thing during sex. You were too awkward for that, but Eddie was trying to chip away that wall. “I want-” Your voice broke, his fingers slowly unbuttoning your blouse.

“Yes?” He hummed.

His body pressed against yours, and your jaw fell slack, your neck craning to the ceiling as he licked a strip along your collar bone. “Call me a good girl.” You caved, a heavy, dripping sound of desperation in your voice. “Please, call- call me your good girl, Eddie, oh-”

You gasped as he swiftly picked you up by the waist, throwing you on the bed as he hovered above you. You moaned loudly into his mouth, his lips against yours once again. Kissing Eddie was like swimming inside of a painting. You could feel every molecule inside of him, and sometimes, kissing him alone was just as overwhelming as the sex itself. He would be the death of you. He settled himself between your legs, pressing his growing erection against your skirt.

“Oh, god.” You whimpered, turning your head into the pillow. The sensations alone were enough bliss for you, that’s how new it was. The sex was just going to get better and better.

“Take your skirt off.” His voice was stern, and you opened your eyes up at him in surprise. Eddie was not mean or dominating to you during sex, by any means. But on discovering your turn on, he was curious to experiment a bit. “Do as I say.” He took his hands off you, placing one on the headboard and the other by your hip.

You moved your hands to the waistband of your pink plaid skirt, but froze and looked back to him. His brown eyes pierced into yours, and he licked his lips, his mastermind moving faster than the speed of light. “Y/n,” He said firmly, yet there was always a hint of playfulness behind his lips. That’s why you were never scared, why you never had issues trusting him.

“Be a good girl and take your skirt off.” He raised a brow, and he watched as you bit your lip.

You pulled down the band, pushing it below your knees as you both sat up. He helped you push it through your ankles, and then next, went your panties. You were laid back again and you leaned up to excitingly kiss him, but he held his hand up. “Ah,” He grabbed your wrist. “Not just yet, my queen.”

You swallowed, your eyes blinking rapidly. “Why-” He shut you up with a kiss, pressing over so softly. You sighed into it, just tiny little pecks and motions he gave you.

Then, his hands brushed at your knees, and at the contact, you tried to spread your legs, but he wouldn’t let you. His grip them tightened, but his soft kissed didn’t let up. He placed one at the corner of your mouth, then dipping his tongue back to gloss over your teeth.

Then, they slowly trailed up your thighs, circling them with warm patterns. He was teasing you, but you were too dumb to realize. The puckering sounds of your wet lips filled the room, his fingers making you shiver. Your heart began to speed up when he slowly moved his fingers deeper into your legs, but it diminished quickly when he moved up to your stomach.

You curled your leg around his hip, desperate for friction. Deepening the kiss, you grabbed his hand, placing it on your breast. You were getting agitated for that sweet relief in the pit of your stomach, your thighs glistening with your arousal. You tried to reach for his belt, but he moved your hand away. You huffed, looking up. “Eddie, what the hell-”

“Watch that language,” He said sternly, eyes sharp. “Good girls don’t talk like that. Good girls don’t have bratty attitudes. So if you want me to give you what you want, you’ll have to be a good girl and behave yourself.”

Your eyes were wide with anticipation, and he hurriedly, moved down between your thighs. A loud gasp pushed it’s way out of you as he spread your legs, wrapping one leg around his neck. He placed a sloppy kiss on the inside of your thigh, and he continued his torturous pleasure.

Each thigh he kiss, slowly, messily. He sucked and bit, pulling at your sensitive skin. He blew soft air on your burning cunt, but he never touched it with his pink lips. He continued this for minutes, leaving you a shaky, sweaty and needy mess. You were whimpering like you were in pain, convulsing and arching your back, desperate for any source of friction to find. Your hands dug into the long, black ropes of his hair, pulling like rapunzel.

“Oh, god, Eddie please,” You begged, trying to pull his head up. “Please- I need you so bad, I can’t do it,”

He smiled against your skin, the shakiness of your voice pleasuring him. He came up to you, his hand going the base of your neck. “Poor baby,” He frowned, his finger wiping away the sweat on your forehead. “You’ve done so good for me. Should I reward you?”

“Yes!” You nodded furiously. “Yes, now-”

“No, no,” He tsked, holding up a finger. “Ask me nicely, sweetheart. Trust me, I can do this all night.”

You bit back a cry, throwing your head back on the pillow. “Please, please, Eddie,” You breathed heavily. “Please, reward me. I want you so bad, please- I want you inside me.”

“You want me to fuck you, is that it?” He unbuckled his belt, lifting himself up. “You want me to fuck you like the good girl you are?”

“Yes,” You whimpered. “Let me be your good girl, I wanna be your good girl so bad. Please-” He had hurriedly aligned himself at your entrance, his cock painfully hard, and thrusted into you within a second. A cracked, heavy cry spewed from your lips, and your arms wrapped around his neck like a cat, your nails digging into his back.

The headboard cracked against the wall with his first thrust, and your jaw nearly broke as you cried out. Your bodies molded together, your bed squeaking and snapping at the quick, violent movements he made. He hugged your body, burying his face in your neck. “Oh, god!” You sobbed, tears forming in your eyes.

This whole experience felt different. His attitude, the way he treated you. Each thrust was more forceful, deeper, and it was hard for you to stay conscious. “Oh, oh, my god! God, oh, god!” You repeated over and over. Your stomach had never felt so hot, so on fire with a burning light inside you. Your nails were in his skin, drawing blood, you were sure.

“Fuck.” He groaned into your skin, but you could barely hear, because you were in complete ecstasy.

He gripped the headboard, giving another thrust that made you hysterical. Tears fell down your face as you sobbed, staining the collar of your unbuttoned shirt. His lips found yours, a hard look on his face as he tried to keep from coming. He always put you first. His cock continued to drive into you with a heavy speed, and he kissed you sloppily, drinking in your sobs.

You always cried during sex, and he was far used to it. He loved it, actually.

“You’re such a good girl, y/n.” He moved faster, picking up your leg and throwing it over his shoulder. “You’re- fuck, you’re my girl. My good girl. Cum for me, sweetheart.”

And you did, with a final, sharp thrust, that tight ball in your stomach popped, crashing over you like waves. Sobs left you, holding on to him like he was your life raft. Your legs shook and your body convulsed, your pussy throbbing painfully over his cock. You fell back in exhaustion, and Eddie, all he could do was listen to you.

“You are such a good girl.”

probably should of specified but i did want headcanons for the eddie + sweet reader! i just cant get over how cute it is and i love your writing

Eddie Munson Dating A Total Sweetheart

headcanons

summary: what it’s like to date eddie munson while being hawkins’ resident sweetheart

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

note: i absolutely love this trope !!

Eddie is absolutely attracted to you because of how kind you are !! You’re always ridiculously nice to him and he really doesn’t understand why.

You’re pretty and popular and everyone adores you and Eddie should hate you, but for some reason he has a huge soft spot for you !!

He can just never bring himself to be a jerk to you when you look at him with that gentle look in your eyes and offer to help him study for his biology midterm !!

When you start dating, you’re determined to show Eddie off, insisting that you love him and want everyone to know it !! It secretly means a lot to him.

Nobody understands why you’re together??

Eddie Munson, who is like 6’4 with tattoos and wears a leather jacket and rumor has it he’s a satanist, with someone who would literally give you the clothes off their back if you asked for them !!

Eddie with that one person who always has homework answers, an extra snack if you need it, and of course they can help you study what time is good for you?

It just doesn’t make sense to anybody?? Especially not Eddie.

He’s actually really insecure about it. He knows that you’re too good for him and he thinks he’s ridiculously lucky that you chose him.

He’s so soft for you, oh my god !! Literally you would never have to lift another finger as long as Eddie’s around !! He wants to do everything for you !!

You’re just so sweet and kind and he wants to baby you forever !!

He totally has a corruption kink

He begs you to teach him how to braid !! He loves when you braid his hair and he wants to be able to return the favor.

If anyone ever said even the slightest negative thing to you, he’s ready to fight. Nobody is allowed to ever be mean to you !!

He loves kissing your nose and cheeks !! He adores the way you get flustered and shy !!

You have a tendency to let people walk all over you or take advantage of you and it frustrates him to no end !!

You’re definitely the mom of the Hellfire Club !! They all love you so much (plus you always have snacks for them).

Dustin, in particular, is very protective of you !! If anyone gives you a hard time, Dustin and Eddie are on their ass so fast.

Eddie looks at you with so much adoration in his eyes !! He just can’t believe that Hawkins’ sweetheart wants to be with him, of all people.

WHO THE HELL?! ━ imagine!

eddie munson x fem! reader

summary: when eddie munson doesn't find the need to tell the dungeons and dragons club members about his new girlfriend. so imagine dustin's surprise when he visits eddie's trailer and sees it looking impeccably clean.

wc: 956

“Okay, Eddie! I hear you! So it’s just in your living room? On the table beside the sofa? Okay!” Dustin stops his bike beside the Munson trailer, dropping it down onto the dirt as he rushes to the door. “Wait- how the hell am I supposed to get inside?!”

“Did I not give you my keys?”

“No!”

“Damn!”

“Wait! I see someone inside! I’m just gonna knock on the door till they answer. Talk to you later, over and out!” Amidst Eddie’s protests, Dustin turns off the walkie-talkie and strides over to the door. He secretly hopes to himself that it’s not Eddie’s uncle. But shit, who else is going to be in the Munson residence if it wasn’t Eddie or his scary-looking uncle?

He breathes in and out, raising his fist to knock on the door. However, right after his fists land on the door, it falls open as if it wasn’t locked in the first place. 

‘Red flag. Red flag.’ Dustin knew better than to go into a complete stranger’s house. But, this was Eddie’s trailer. The worst thing that can happen is that he can stumble on some disgusting shit, or God bless him, his uncle holding a knife to his chest ready to pop off and kill him. ‘God, please guide me.’

As he walked inside, it seemed empty. There was absolutely no sign of life, but something did scare the living shit out of Dustin. 

The Munson trailer was clean. Clean as fuck. 

Dustin only knew Eddie from the beginning of the school year. But, regardless of the short time, Dustin knew that Eddie hardly took care of himself and would rather focus on anything else other than cleanliness. Shit, he remembers that one time he went inside Eddie’s room and it was laundry day. The stains on that mattress were traumatizing. 

After going through a state of shock, Dustin remembered the reason why he was even in Eddie’s trailer. He began his search for the paper his leader needed, but it was far more difficult to find compared to the simplicity Eddie emphasized. Dustin cursed him under his breath, opening up every drawer on every table by the one sofa in the entire living room. 

However, Dustin was so focused on his search, that he completely went deaf to the sounds of movement behind him. 

“Hey! Who the fuck are you?!” Dustin almost fell back at the sheer terror he just felt surge through his heart. His breaths began to get erratic. Seeing a really, really pretty woman standing with only a shirt and…shorts? Or were they panties? He didn’t know. But it was fucking scary. Or hot? He didn’t know. “Hello?!? You better say who you are before I call the cops!”

“Wait! Wait! Eddie sent me here! He sent me to get something for the campaign! My name is Dustin! Dustin Henderson!” Dustin raised his hands up in defence, not seeing the woman’s shoulders deflate in relief. She chuckles, prompting Dustin to lower his hands. “W-Wha-”

“God, I’m sorry. Did I forget to lock the door again? Shit. I’m gonna get myself killed one day. Anyway, the paper he forgot is actually on the kitchen counter. I put it there figuring out he was gonna come back.” She walks past him. 

‘Oh jeeze.’ Dustin tries not to look at them, only looking forward to where the paper was. 

“Here you go, sorry about earlier. I just got scared is all. Did he drive you here?”

“No…I biked here.” He blinks twice at you, becoming nervous at your gaze staring him down. 

“Oh my god! Really? Do you want some water? What about a cookie? Oh wait! I baked some cookies earlier, I was really bored. Can you bring some to the DnD club, please? Eds loves them…” As you ramble on about cookies and water, Dustin can’t help but gaze at your beautiful features. Your voice was also soothing, and shit, you look like you give the best hugs. “Shit, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Y/N, Eddie’s girlfriend. Nice to finally meet you, Dustin!”

‘Now I know why Eddie hides you.’

–

“Fuck! Look who finally decides to turn up! Henderson, what took you so long?” Eddie walks up to Dustin, eyebrows furrowing in search of the paper he asked him to get. “Did you get the paper-”

“You son of a bitch!”

“Excuse me?”

“I should be saying ‘excuse me’! I get sent, for a paper, and y’know what I find? Hm?” Dustin looks around the room past Eddie, trying to show them validation for his anger. “The most beautiful and shit, best baker, I have ever met in my life!” After his last statement, Dustin shoves the container of cookies at his (now ex) idol’s chest. 

Eddie, though initially confused at Dustin’s anger, finally understands why when he sees your signature chocolate chip cookies. You always add M&Ms, saying that they ‘add a pop of colour’ to them. Not that he minded. He loved it. 

“I don’t get why you’re angry-”

“Bitch?! You have to show them off! Sell these cookies for God’s sakes! Bring her to meetings! Shit! Do I have to teach you how to be a good boyfriend?!?” Dustin drops his bag, groaning at Eddie’s ‘stupidity’. “Let’s get on with the game!”

Eddie looks at Dustin, then at the container in his hands. 

It wasn’t like he was hiding you. Eddie smiles to himself, propping open the lid and eating one cookie. 

Eddie just thinks that you’re his little secret. Only he gets to eat your cookies. Dustin just happened to stumble upon them. Never again though.

“Hey, Eddie, can we try some of those cookies-”

“Fuck off Gareth.”

A Kiss with Tongue and Teeth ☠︎

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary: You’ve been friends with Steve and Robin since y’all worked at the mall together, and respectively with the boys of the Hellfire club, now growing closer with Nancy and especially closest with the Eddie (fucking) Munson. So when the gang gets together for a night of planning and an impromptu sleepover, what happens when you guys decide to partake in an innocent, tipsy game of truth or dare?

A/N: so I’m literally on my knees for this messy man, I love him your honor and I will die for him, which means as a writer I am contractually obligated to write fanfiction about him PLZ ENJOY AND GIVE ME VALIDATION <3 also in this Jonathan and Nancy aren’t together (maybe I can do a Steve one next if y’all want ;)) also I’m not very good at writing smut, go easy on me plz 

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, dom! Eddie, both the reader and Eddie have praise kinks, heavy kissing, heavy language, alcohol, oral (f! receiving), mentions of blowjob, afab! reader, fem pronouns, Eddie being fucking cute, Steve and Robin and Nancy being matchmakers, Truth or Dare, lapdancing, dared to kiss, people watch kiss, fingering, slight angst, hurt/comfort, comforting Eddie after a nightmare (buckle up, babes)

Word Count: 5k (wow)

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Hey would u be up for writing an Anthony Bridgerton fic where Daphne's bff is distracting Anthony so that daphne could enjoy the balls without him interrupting,and they kinda fall in love?????

Sorry that was a hugeeee request. I've never done that before😅😅

Distractions

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: This is a fic that I have been referring to as ‘Anthony without his trauma, but he’s still a dumb ass’ and ‘Anthony doesn’t oppose marrying for love, but he’s still wildly emotionally constipated’  so please enjoy! This ended up way longer than I intended and it still doesn’t feel fleshed out *shrug emoji*

Vauxhall Gardens

“Please,” Daphne begs. “I need your help.” 

“It’s Anthony. I need someone to keep his attention away from me,” Daphne continues. “Otherwise I’ll never dance at one of these balls with someone who isn’t related to me.”

You can’t help but sigh. 

Daphne’s brother loves her, and is understandably overprotective of her. As the “Diamond of the Season”, she’s the debutante that every eligible gentleman (and a few non-eligible men) have set their sights on. Someone needs to protect her. But Anthony Bridgerton would not be your first choice for that task either. He may love his sister very much, but he’s also an arrogant man and a rake. He thinks the worst of all men because he is the worst type of man. And if they were you would understand his behavior. He seems to have assumed that each and every male member of the Ton is exactly like him. The type of man that you try to avoid at these types of things.

“Fine. But you’ll owe me for this,” You grumble as you nod. Acquiescing to your friend's pleas.

Daphne’s your best friend. You’d been close since you were children, you were only about a year older than her, with mother’s who were close friends. She’d been your playmate and then your confidante as you both grew older. With your debut having taken place a few years ago, you’d been eagerly awaiting Daph’s debut, and the chance to partake in these events with a friend by your side.

But her older brother had put a damper on the entire season with his insane micromanagement of Daphne’s social calendar. 

Turning away fortune hunters, you understood, but not letting her dance with a single gentleman at Lady Danbury’s ball? And then scaring off every suitor who came to call on her? It had taken Lady Bridgerton stepping in to convince Anthony that she could call on you in the afternoons without being accosted by men on the walk to your family’s home. 

The man was on a power-trip, and was certain to destroy Daphne’s impressive chances at a great match this season if he kept it up.

“Bring me over, and then I’ll talk to him while you slip away,” You tell her as you spy the viscount’s gaze already searching the crowds for his sister.

She grins as she pulls you in and hugs you tightly, a silent thank you before she grabs your gloved hand in hers and pulls you in the direction of her brother.

“Anthony, you remember (Y/N),” Daphne says as she stops in front of her brother, prompting you to bow your head and give Anthony a small smile.

“Miss (Y/L/N),” Anthony Bridgerton greets you politely with a small bow.

“How have you been, Lord Bridgerton? I don’t believe we’ve spoken in several years, since before you graduated from Oxford,” You say politely.

“I’m well, It has certainly been a while, last time we spoke you had not come out yet,” He replies.

“Yes,” You reply with a quizzical look.

You sigh when you realize that you’ll have to keep up this conversation and come up with something to ask him if you’re to distract him.

“Have you read anything interesting recently?” You finally ask. Settling on a topic that is both non-threatening and that you’ll find at least half engaging.

“I’m afraid I haven’t read anything that isn’t a report from our estates in the past few years,” Anthony admits.

You have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “I suppose I should have known, a man of import such as yourself has far better things to busy himself with,” You tell him, unable to stop the corners of your lips from turning upward. “Like staring down every man who so much as looks at his sister.”

“I- that’s-” Anthony protested before huffing when he realized that the conversation would not be productive. “What have you read recently?” He asks instead.

“Pride and Prejudice and The Heroine were both quite good,” You tell him. Normally you would have continued to push but with the topic of books, you can’t help but give Anthony your honest answers. “I’ve read the recent Byron and Shelley, though I find them insufferable,” You add, your nose wrinkling with distaste.

“I also revisited Shakespeare, I heard the Theater Royal is putting on Romeo and Juliet in May, and I’d quite like to see it.”

“You’ve turned into quite the scholar in recent years, haven’t you?” Anthony asks, a bemused smile across his face.

“I’ve always been invested in my education, Lord Bridgerton,” You reply. “You’re just finally intelligent enough to notice.”

Anthony merely stares at you while you smirk, taking great joy in teasing him. 

“Where did Daphne disappear to?” He asks once he’s recovered from your thinly veiled barb.

“Probably just to the powder room,” You reply banally, the lie easily forming. “I think she was going to try and find your mother afterward.” 

When Anthony’s gaze zeroed on a subject over your shoulder and he seemed to have completely tuned you out you knew that he had spotted Daphne. You turned your own head, searching for Daphne in the crowd only to see her making her way to the dance floor on the arm of the Duke of Hastings. 

“Oh!” You gasp.

That little minx. 

Now you knew why she’d been so adamant to get her brother off her tail. She was interested in his best friend. 

“Did you know about this?” Anthony asks harshly, though his gaze never tears away from the couple making their way to the dance floor.

“Of course not!” You protested. “I-I had no idea!”

“I thought they didn’t like each other,” You offer lamely.

The Trowbridge Ball

“Do you know where Daphne is?” Anthony asks as he appears suddenly at your side.

“Would you care to dance?” You reply.

You know it’s a faux pas. But you don’t really care. Besides, no one can hear you, and you need to distract him with something that will keep him occupied for several minutes.

He looks at you for a moment. Like he’s trying to discern what exactly you’re up to. But in the end, he nods.

“Of course,” He replies as he offers you his arm.

You place your hand in the crook of his elbow and allow him to shepherd you to the dance floor.

“Do you know where she is?” Anthony tries to ask again once the dance begins.

“I’m not your sister’s keeper,” You reply. “And nor, it seems,” You add as Anthony spins you around. “Are you.”

Anthony doesn’t reply and you can tell by his face that he’s still struggling to let Daphne take care of herself. Especially with the Duke’s interest in her.

“I’m sure she is fine,” You finally tell him once you’re facing him again. “Your sister is far more discerning than you give her credit for.”

“I never said she wasn’t-” Anthony begins to protest. “You are baiting me again,” He says as he looks down at the knowing look on your face.

“You’re learning,” You reply with a grin. “I know that you are only caring for her, that you’re overprotective because you love her, but she must marry this season, and you do her no favors if every man with any sense is scared of you.”

“You do not want to let your sister marry a fool, do you, Lord Bridgerton?” You ask him, your tone becoming more serious.

“Of course not,” He replies quickly.

“Then learn to step away,” You tell him.

Hyde Park

You should have expected Anthony to join his family at the park. And with the Dowager Viscountess and Lady Danbury chaperoning Daphne and the Duke, both you and Anthony were left to your own devices. So when he asked you to promenade, seemingly of his own volition you were taken aback.

“Have you ever been out of the country?”  You finally ask after a few minutes of the two of you  walking silently alongside one another. 

“No, I never had the chance,” He tells you. “Have you?” He asks.

“I once went to visit my cousins in Scotland, and the Scottish certainly believe themselves to be another country,” You tell him.

Anthony hums in agreement with your statement.

“How many children do you want?” He asks.

Your eyes widened.

“My Lord?” You ask, clearly taken aback by the question. But he merely looks at you. “I suppose however many I am blessed with, though more than three or four would be a challenge to manage,” You tell him.

“Why haven’t you married yet?” He asks.

“Well,” You say, trying to figure out how to answer such an abrupt question.

“This is your third season,” Anthony says as if you hadn’t known. “You are truly accomplished, and far more eloquent than most of the ladies and the gentlemen in my acquaintance. I would think you would have already made a fine wife.” 

“I think I ought to be offended by what you’re saying my lord,” You tell him with a small smile.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to-” Anthony quickly begins to apologize.

“I ought to be,” You clarified. “But I am not. I suppose I just haven’t given much thought to marriage.”

“Most women are solely focused on the institution,” Anthony points out.

“Most women have no other choice. My family is secure, my parents are in no rush, my brother has a good enough head on his shoulders,” You tell him. “I have a great privilege in that. So I suppose I ought not to waste it by marrying for anything less than happiness.”

“I see.”

“Yes,” You tell him. “Any other questions about marriage I can answer for you? I’d assumed at nine-and-twenty you’d grasp the mechanics of the marriage bed, but I could offer you an explanation-”

Anthony’s eyes widened as his gaze snapped to you, appalled. It was only when he saw the smirk on your face that he realized you were only poking fun at him.

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” He replies.

The Penwood Ball 

Distracting Anthony Bridgerton had been much easier than you’d expected. And surprisingly less annoying. You often found yourself surprised by the fact that you were looking forward to spending time with him.

Anthony greeted you seemingly the moment you walked through the door.

“Lord Bridgerton,” You replied with a smirk as he offered you his arm.

Taking it you could have sworn you saw Daphne laughing in the corner with Simon, and so you quickly pivoted on your feet, pulling Anthony in the opposite direction. 

“I’ve been thinking about what you said last week,” You told him. Once you had put a safe amount of distance between yourselves and Daphne.

“Why I am not married,” You clarify. “I realized that perhaps the truer answer is that no one has ever asked.”

“That surely cannot be true,” Anthony replies.

“But it is,” You tell him. “Most eligible gentlemen see me as a bluestocking, or as merely a platonic acquaintance. No one has ever seen me as more than that.”

“That is not true,” Anthony replies quickly.

“I think I would know better than you do, Lord Bridgerton,” You tell him with a roll of your eyes. “In case you’ve forgotten, we have not spoken in years until last month.”

“Besides, you only prove my point. You are certainly not looking for a wife,” You say.

“What makes you say that?” He asks, turning sharply to look at you.

“Everything about you, starting with the fact that you are wasting your time with me,” You explain. “And ending with the fact that you are the definition of a rake.”

“You can’t tell me that you don’t only spend time with me to get your mama and the other eligible young ladies off your back,” You tell him plainly.

“That is most certainly not the only reason,” Anthony replies. And for half of a second, he almost looks offended by your comment. “I can’t help myself if I find your charm beguiling,” He adds with a smirk.

“My charm? Is that what ruthlessly berating you is called now?” You ask with feigned confusion.

“Your jabs are far from ruthless, my lady,” Anthony replies.

“Then I shall need to sharpen my sword,” You tell him, raising your eyebrows.

Anthony begins to open your mouth and you can see the mirthfulness in his eyes.

“Do not make a double entendre out of that,” You say quickly as the very thought enters your mind at seemingly the same second it does Anthony’s.

“You are delightful company, my lady,” He says with a chuckle.

“And you are a ridiculous man,” You reply, though you can’t help but laugh with him.

The Greenwich Ball

It had been a difficult morning. You’d hardly slept the night before, and your mother, bless her heart, had insisted on you joining her for every single one of her social calls. You probably should have been glad that your mother was not foisting suitors on you left and right, but having to listen to every other mama in town discuss her own daughter’s prospects while you had to sit quietly at your mother’s side was hardly much better. 

It had been exhausting, and now Anthony seemed dead set on making the evening as difficult as possible. He’d wanted to dance and now seemed to think that taking a turn about every room of the party was a worthwhile use of your time.

You weren’t sure what he was doing, or who he was looking for, but when you saw Daphne and the Duke standing in a corner, with the Duke whispering in her ear in a way that was nearly scandalous you quickly remembered your one responsibility and tugged on Anthony’s arm, attempting to lead him back in the other direction.

“What are you doing?” Anthony asks you as you continue to move around him, pushing him into the next room, towards the refreshments table. 

You huff, already annoyed. “I’m supposed to be distracting you!”

To be fair, you and Daphne hadn’t spoken of her little scheme in a few weeks, but you had just assumed you were supposed to continue on with it, as she hadn’t said anything about ending it either.

Your eyes widen when you realize what you just said. Out loud. To him.

“What?” Anthony asks, deeply confused.

You consider lying to him, but your exhausted brain can’t seem to come up with a single plausible excuse. 

“Daphne told me to distract you so that she could spend time with suitors without you scaring them all off,” You admit.

“What?”

“I was supposed to distract you,” You repeat. “And clearly you appreciated the break from your mother’s match-making, otherwise you wouldn’t have put up with me for so long.”

“You thought I was using you?” Anthony asks slowly. His tone is imperceivable. 

“Weren’t you?” You ask slowly. Suddenly far less confident in your assessment of your relationship with the Viscount.

“Of course not!” He replies quickly. “I-” Anthony starts to say before he stops himself.

“But you were spending time with me because Daphne made you?” He asks instead.

You swallow. This was not how you expected this conversation to go at all. 

“Well… yes, but…”

“But what?” Anthony presses

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would be upset,” You tell him.

“Yes, clearly you did not,” Anthony replies, his words clipped as he searches your face. “I need to have a conversation with my sister. Good night,” He states abruptly before walking away from you.

“Wait, Anthony, please, I’m sorry!”

You’d never felt so awful, so guilty before. Or so confused.

“You have a caller,” Your butler announces as you and your mother sit at the breakfast table the next morning. 

You’d hardly slept, but your mother refused to let you sleep in, your shared breakfasts were a tradition that she would not let you get out of easily, and as an early riser, she didn’t understand why others struggled to wake as early as she did.

“A caller? At this hour?” Your mother asks. Clearly surprised.

“A Lord Bridgerton, asking for Miss (Y/L/N),” He replied.

Your entire body froze as you tried to imagine why Anthony could possibly be calling on you. And at nine in the morning. 

“He’s in the drawing-room,” Your butler adds.

“Yes, I’ll go right in, thank you,” You reply as you stand from the table. You merely give your mother a slight shrug of the shoulders as she looks at you curiously. 

When you entered the drawing-room you found Anthony standing in the middle of the floor, seemingly pacing the room.

“Anthony, what are you doing here?” You asked as you made your way towards him. 

He stops completely when he hears your voice, turning so that his entire body is facing you.

“I needed to see you,” He tells you.

“Why?”

“I love you,” He says.

Your heart stops when you hear those three words. Of all of the things you’d imagined Anthony coming to say to you, this was never on the list, not even in your wildest dreams.

“What?” You ask, thinking you might have misheard.

“I love you.”

“I don’t- What is happening?” You flounder as you laugh in disbelief.

“You said last night that I wouldn't have put up with you unless I was using you to get away from my mother and her matchmaking,” He explains. “But you’re wrong. I spent time with you because I liked it, and when I wasn’t with you I was thinking about when I would see you next. It was never about my mother, or my sister, or anyone else for me. It was about you, and how I want to spend my life with you.”

“You do not have to return these feelings, or say anything at all, but I just wanted you to know,” He says. “To me, you’re my person.”

“Oh my,” You finally say after a moment as you look up at Anthony’s tentatively hopeful expression. 

“I think I’m in love with you too,” You tell him, a smile spreading across your face.

“Is your father home?” He asks, taking your hands into his own and squeezing them tightly.

“It’s nine in the morning, of course he’s home,” You tell him.

“I will speak to him at once,” He replies.

“Anthony,” You begin to protest.

“No,” He says quickly. “We are going to get married. And I don’t want to have to wait any longer.”

“Anthony,” You try again, pulling on his hand so that he focuses back on you and on the present moment. “You haven’t even proposed yet.”

“Oh,” He says before dropping down onto one knee.

“(Y/N) will you make me the happiest man alive and agree to marry me?” He asks.

You can’t help but laugh at his ridiculous antics before nodding.

“Yes, yes, of course,” You tell him.

Anthony grins as he looks up at you before he’s pushing himself back onto his feet and taking your face into his hands. 

Anthony couldn’t help it, he kissed you.

Eye- your honour I’m down bad.

Please stop tsgging your Din stuff under Mandalorian x reader...

who exactly do u think the mandalorian is

enough about the hair, lets talk about the hands

Will: um I've noticed you've been avoiding me recently-

Mike:

this is the best representation of internalised homophobia we ever got in media you can't change my mind

idk there’s just something about this dude

S3E4

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY: 02x09 || 03x05

𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥 // 𝕖𝕞 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕤𝕙

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 → your bedroom shares a wall with your roommate steve’s. unbeknownst to you, he listens in every night, fucking his hand to the sinful sounds you make while your boyfriend fucks you within an inch of your life

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 → riding, hair pulling, masturbation (m!receiving), drugs, pervert!steve, roommate!steve, listening in on sex(?), orgasm denial. choking, dom!eddie, dark!steve, lmk of anymore! 18+ ONLY

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 → 965

𝕒𝕟 → babe wake up, ameliora-j finally posted a new fic

tucked against eddie’s chest as some random black sabbath album played loudly in an attempt to drown out the sounds you were letting out as his cock hit that heavenly spot inside of you repeatedly. your nails dug deep into the blades of his shoulders as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “fuck eddie” you whimpered softly. you were riding him, but in truth you were quite useless in the situation as he was the one doing most of the work. the blunt the two of you had just shared left you pliant, allowing him to do all of the work.

“that’s it baby, can feel your gorgeous little cunt—fuck—squeezing me so nicely. so—shit—so tight” he breathed as he tugged your hair to pull your head back so that he could suck beautifully dark hues into your neck.

unknown to you, your roommate could hear each and every one of your gorgeously sinful sounds. you sounded so wrecked. and he couldn’t help but wish it was his cock splitting you open every night instead of eddie ‘the freak’ munson. his pants and boxers were pulled down to his ankles, his hand wrapped tightly around his own cock, stroking ferociously as he imagined his hand was your pussy. he knew without ever seeing it that it’d be the most beautiful pussy he’d ever laid eyes on.

he didn’t even need any lube, the head of his dick leaking immense amounts of precum to make enough lubrication to easily guide his hand up and down. he’d learned your sounds, knew exactly what sounds you’d make when you were just nearing the edge and constantly timed his end to be with your’s, some nights edging himself for hours on end when munson felt particularly sadistic, forcing you to hold it in as he ravaged your poor little cunt. “fuck yn” steve grunted, unable to stop himself from bucking into his hand as he listened to your moans.

he felt disgusting. sick and perverted, but he just couldn’t stop himself. you sounded so beautifully fucked out, and he couldn’t help but wish he could see you. your hips stuttering and breathless pants coming out. your pretty little whimpers and the way you’d bite your lip to try and keep quiet. the way your eyes probably rolled back in your head when you fell apart. and the helpless little whines you’d let out when eddie told you that you couldn’t cum yet. those nights felt like a punishment for both you and steve, yet you’d never be able to know that you were punishing your roommate as well.

“eddie… eddie please ‘m gonna cum” you whimpered softly. you uselessly attempted to swivel your hips to get him back to that heavenly spot. his ringed hand wrapped around your throat, beautifully cutting off your air supply as he smirked up at you through hooded eyes.

“beg” he demanded simply. you whined loudly, tears cascading down your cheeks like a flowing river. you weren’t against begging, especially not in this state. you’d do anything to please eddie. to be his good little cocksleeve as he puts it. your head was swimming in lust and all you wanted was to cum. to fall gloriously off that cliff in a way that only eddie could make you.

so beg you did. stuttering and babbling out useless nonsense mixed in with pleas and his name. sobbing harshly from the exertion of holding back your orgasm as eddie looked up at you with a sadistic smirk playing on his lips. almost like he knew something you didn’t. “cum now.” he commanded “let stevie boy hear how gorgeous you sound when you cream on my cock.” you have no idea why he continued to speak, for the second he uttered the word ‘cum’ you were already falling apart. your pupils dilating so that no color could be seen except black and your vision going white as you screamed his name out in pure bliss, creaming on his cock just like he had asked you to.

steve’s ears perked up when he heard eddie say his name. he had no time to process it further, however, as his cock had already begun spurting the second he heard you scream out and bliss. “god fuck shit” he grunted loudly as he blew his load. he tried to be quiet, truly he did, but eddie heard it all. and listening to steve ‘the hair’ harrington cum simply on eddie’s command enacted his own orgasm. the three of you sat, steve in the room just behind the wall of your’s, moaning out in pure bliss as each of you rode out your orgasm.

steve had never cum so hard in his life. it went everywhere. spurting onto his abs and up to his chest, even making his thighs a sticky mess as his balls clenched up and his head weeped with small remnants of his cum. he whimpered quietly as he continued stroking, simply torturing himself as he rode out his orgasm. his hips bucking erratically, unable to decide whether his cock wanted more or less.

he squeezed his eyes closed. panting in an attempt to steady his breathing. “fuck” he breathed. the freak definitely knew steve was listening in on your nightly sessions with eddie. and steve couldn’t decide whether it was a good thing or bad thing.

meanwhile, eddie sat on the other side of the wall, trying to decide what to do with this new found information that the hair fucked his hand to the sounds you and eddie made in bed. he had both of you wrapped around his gorgeously ringed finger. knowledge is power. and eddie simply couldn’t wait to use this power he had over steve to both your and his advantage.

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I would let them tag team me. That's it. That's the post.

She's Mine

Summary: Eddie makes you attend a Lake Party with him and the older kids where his jealousy gets the better of him during a classic game of Spin The Bottle that your ex happens to be apart of.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!buckley!reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+ minors DNI, unprotected sex (wrap it up my friends), hand kink, choking, slapping, dirty talk, spanking, degrading, praise, a bit if dom!eddie, hardcore jealous!eddie, possessive!eddie, van sex, swearing, drug use, drinking

Note: This is literally my first time posting any of my work in like a year and my first time posting my work on Tumblr. I'd put myself on Fanfic writing retirement but then Eddie Munson, the man, the myth, the legend himself yanked me out of retirement. This is kind of long but I'm pretty sure it's worth it. Let me know if you guys want the Joseph Quinn one I've been working on!

Eddie fucking Munson.

My best friend for God knows how long. 5 years? 6 years?

All I know is that it took me up until this past summer to realize the stolen glances we shared were fueled by something other than friendship.

Something that I will never ever admit outloud to anyone.

Something that makes the way his amber eyes meet mine as his perfect little smile stretches across his lips cause my heart to skip a beat.

Something that brings me to his trailer almost every night just to lay next to him and listen to him ramble on about anything and everything just to hear his voice.

Something that lights my skin on fire every time he traces my tattoos or wraps his arm around my shoulders.

Something that Robin will not stop teasing me about. Hence why I'll never admit it.

My mind was currently logged with thoughts of the night before as I struggled to unlock my work locker.

Last night the Hellfire club had met to discuss the current campaign, but gradually as the night dragged on the members filtered out one by one, soon leaving Eddie and I alone in the hideout

It didn't take long for us to completely abandon DnD in favor of heading to his trailer to watch the newest horror flick he rented out.

Soon enough I was cuddled up into his side as much as I possibly could be while screams of horror and the sound of splattering blood rang out from the TV at the foot of his bed.

Eddie's soft chuckles as his arm which was wrapped tight around me pulled me even closer made my heart flutter. My leg was hooked over his and my arms were hugging him so tight that I could've bet money I was crushing his ribs

His raspy voice saying "I thought my pretty girl liked horror movies" was at the forefront of my mind as my fingers spun past the numbers on my locker for the 100th time

I had assured him over and over that I loved horror movies, but that doesn't mean they don't scare me from time to time. He'd call me crazy before kissing my forehead and pulling me so close that I was practically laying on top of him just how he liked

God he certainly doesn't make trying to keep my growing feelings at bay very easy

"Hey, Gorgeous" I jumped at the sudden appearance of a familiar raspy voice

"Jesus, Eddie" I breathed out, my hand grasping my chest as I released a heavy breath "Don't fucking do that" I scolded before turning back to my locker

"Someone's jumpy" he teased, reaching over me to spin the lock for me. In no time Eddie had my locker opened, prompting him to poke his finger hard into my side. I quickly swatted his hand away and finally looked to him. The second our eyes met I couldn't help but let a smile spread across my lips at the sight of his smug grin.

"What are you doing here?" I finally asked. His grin slowly turned into a calm smile as he leaned against the lockers next to him

"I had to return the movie from last night. Plus I wanted to see if you're comin' to that party by the lake tonight?" I sighed at his words. I don't know if that's a good idea. Who knows what I'll do with alcohol in my system and his overwhelming scent of weed and cologne filling my nostrils

"I don't-"

"Ah bup bup. You're coming" he interrupted, already knowing my answer based off my eyes alone

"Eddie-" he put his ring adorned finger to my lips

"Shh" he shushed. I felt my heart thump hard against his chest as his skin brushed softly over my lips amd he leaned in a bit closer to me "No use in arguing, Sweetheart. I'll pick you up at 7" the roll of my eyes made him chuckle. My heart dropped a bit when he pulled his finger from my lips and turned on his heels to leave the room, but I was quick to shove that feeling down, flashing him a smile when he glanced back at me as he walked away

The second the door was shut behind him I hit my head lightly against the locker in front of me

"God what the fuck is happening to me?" I grumbled to myself

Since when was Eddie's presence alone this intoxicating? Since when did the sound of his voice make butterflies bash around in my stomach?? And since fucking when was I curious to see how his rings felt against my throat???

Get ahold of yourself, Buckley. He's your best friend. You shouldn't be thinking of him like that... but God the way his eyes light up every time he smiles at me.. no. No shut up.

"Shut up. Shut up" I started unknowingly muttering to myself as I grabbed my bag out of my locker "Robin is wrong. She's wrong" I grumbled, slamming the door shut and turning around only to be met with another person "Jesus Christ!" I shouted in shock, my back slamming against the lockers as I threw myself back away from the person who'd been standing right behind me

"I'm wrong about what? How bad you wanna suck Eddie's dick?"

"Robin!" I shoved her shoulder hard "I don't want to do that!"

"Right, you just want to hold his hand and play with his hair and hear him call you Princess" her voice was dripping in mocking sarcasm as she opened her own locker and made disgusted faces "God it's disgusting how cute you guys would be"

"Shut up" I sighed out, running my hands down my face and turning so I was facing her "Are you going to that party tonight?" I asked

"Yup. Steve, Nancy, Johnathan, and I are going. Let me guess, Eddie's forcing you to go?" I sighed and nodded "Good. You need to get out more"

"I get out" I tried to defend myself

"Yeah, out to Eddie's trailer. How about some non-weed laced air for a change?"

"Something tells me there's gonna be weed there" I smirked when she rolled her eyes

"Fair enough" she shut her locker and turned to me "Can't wait to suggest a good old fashioned game of spin the bottle once you and Eddie are there together" She smiled teasingly at me "See you there, Sis"

"Jesus" I sighed out as she left the room "This should be fun" I grumbled before finally heading out to go get ready for the party

That Night

The echoing of a broken horn made my feet move faster as I dashed around my house looking for my shoes

"Hold on!" I yelled in hopes that Eddie would hear me over the Black Sabbath blasting through his crackling speakers

Suddenly I felt my foot get caught on something, sending me tumbling to the ground. My elbows scraped lightly against the carpet as I pushed myself up onto my knees to see what I had tripped over in my hast

My shoes.

Yeah. That's about right.

"Jesus, (Y/N)" I grumbled as I made quick work of slipping my shoes on and tying my laces. The second my shoes were on my feet I scrambled up and jogged over to the door. I threw the door open, jumping hard when I was met with Eddie who had been reaching for the handle with his spare key in hand

"What took ya so long, Gorgeous?" He asked, eyes running over my body. A smug grin had formed on his lips by the time his eyes met mine "Worth the wait" he winked slyly before offering me his arm "Mah lady"

"Dweeb" I teased with a small smirk, taking his arm once I had shut and locked the door. He gladly opened the passenger door of his van for me, helping me in before shutting the door and running over to the driversside

"Ready?" He asked as he put the van in drive

"I guess" I sighed out "I can't believe you're forcing me to go to a party that my little sister and her friends are also going to" I leaned my head back against the seat as I watched him drive

"You'll have fun. They're our friends too, you know" he pointed out, glancing at me to make sure I wasn't being completely serious about not wanting to go

"I know" I brushed my hair back, shifting as I watched the way his veins flexed against his skin when he grabbed the shifter. My eyes slowly drifted up his leather jacket clad arm to his side profile. His eyes were focused on the road as he started telling me about how wild last year's lake party was. The way his lips moved as he accentuated certain words to convince me that I'd have fun made my head start wandering to places it shouldn't

Suddenly he looked right at me, making me sit up straight and clear my throat as I quickly realized I hadn't processed a single word he said. He had a sly grin on his lips, a telltale sign that he noticed my staring

"What?" I questioned, diverting my eyes to anywhere but his

"Nothing" I could practically hear the grin in his voice. I forced a nonchalant smile, crossing my legs and looking to the road.

God this is gonna be a long night

At the Party

"There she is!" Steve's voice boomed over the music and chatter as I hopped out of Eddie's van

"What, did you guys take a detour to Mexico on the way here?" Robin joked

"Madame Buckley was taking forever to get ready" Eddie teased as he slung his arm around my shoulders

"Uh no, Eddie here took like 3 wrong turns" I shoved him off of me jokingly

"You wound me, Sweetheart" he clutched his chest and feigned hurt when I shoved his side. I laughed at his antics and took a beer from Steve

"There's a lot of people here" I observed loudly over the music, my eyes scanning the crowd. I spotted people I graduated with and people in Robin's grade mingling while people who were definitely way too young to be here tried to sneak beers from the older kids

"Yeah way more than last year" A familiar voice made me jump in surprise and turn to them "Never thought I'd see you at one of these, Buckley" my heart stopped when my eyes landed on my ex boyfriend

The second he was standing in front of me I felt the energy of my little group shift to one of pure disdain. Everyone was attempting to subtly glare at him, aside from Eddie and Steve who were flat out attempting to stab him with their stares

"Tommy" I greeted in annoyance "Thought you moved away" I recalled, given that that was the trigger for us breaking up. I had spent countless nights crying in Eddie's arms over how broken hearted I was only to realize that Tommy actually treated me like shit weeks after he left town for college

"Yeah didn't pan out" I could feel pure unadulterated rage radiating from someone to the side of me. I looked to see that it was none other than Eddie, who was gripping his beer so tight that his knuckles were white all while his eyes were still glaring at Tommy "Munson" Tommy nodded to Eddie, fully aware that Eddie knew every little detail of what Tommy did to me

"Booker" Eddie said back in an annoyed tone. Tommy rocked on his heels as I looked to my feet and grinned at how angry Eddie was

"So what, you two like.. together now?"

"No" I answered a bit too quickly thanks to my heightened nerves. I bit my tongue and scrunched my nose in annoyance when I felt Eddie glance at me

"So you're single then?" Tommy wondered, eyes raking down my body

"Dude, seriously? She doesn't want you" Eddie's anger was rising by the second. I placed my hand on his bicep just in case he tried to swing on Tommy

"Lay off, Munson. (Y/N) can speak for herself" Tommy looked to me with a grin "Besides, she definitely wanted every part of me last year" I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my beer before speaking

"Right, didn't you cheat on me with half the Cheer team?" I pointed out accusingly

"Doesn't mean you weren't my favorite" Tommy shrugged as he spoke

"Jesus" I scoffed. I grabbed Eddie's wrist and pulled him off with me as I went over to where Steve, Robin, Johnathan, and Nancy had slinked off to once Eddie had started talking to Tommy. Eddie's eyes were burning holes into Tommy as he begrudgingly followed me

"God I can't believe I used to deal to that fucking prick" Eddie grumbled, eyes still locked on Tommy even after we got to the group. His eyes immediately softened once I let my hand run up to cup his jaw and force him to look at me

"Do me a favor and ignore him. I'm not really in the mood for bailing you out of jail" I insisted. Eddie turned his face and kissed my palm before grabbing my wrist, his lips kissing their way up forearm and to my neck, continuing all the way up until he made it to my cheek

"I'll try my best, Sweetheart" his low voice made goosebumps flare up along my skin as he kissed my cheek

"Hey, get a room" Steve tossed a bottle cap at us. I felt my cheeks flush as I stepped back from Eddie and dropped my hand. I could've sworn I saw a look of disappointment flash across his face but I chose to ignore it and go sit next to Robin. "I can't believe that dickwad actually came up to you" Steve shot a quick glare in Tommy's direction

"Right? The fucking nerve on that guy" Eddie agreed "He even tried asking if she was single"

"You're kidding" Nancy inquired, completely dumbfounded at the audacity Tommy had

"I wish I was" Eddie looked over his shoulder to make sure Tommy was still far away from me "If he's not careful he's gonna leave here in an ambulance"

"I bet Nance still has her gun tucked away somewhere" Johnathan pointed out as he took a hit off the blunt between his fingers

"Steve definitely still has his bat in his car" Robin informed us

"That I do" Steve confirmed, nudging Eddie to grab his attention

"Jesus. Just ignore him, guys. Don't let him ruin the night" I insisted, grabbing Eddie's hand and pulling him closer to me. Eddie sighed as he ran his hand through my hair and sipped from his beer, attempting to avoid looking at Tommy again

"We should play a game or something" Nancy suggested. I nodded in agreement and brought my beer back to my lips. As I sipped from my beer I caught Robin's stare from the corner of my eyes. Once I fully looked to her I immediately clocked the mischievous grin as she looked between Eddie and I just as Eddie took a few steps away from us so he could light his blunt

"Robin I swear to-"

"Hey I have the perfect game idea!" Robin was quick to interrupt me as she got up and grabbed an empty bottle

"Robin!" I hissed

"Who wants to play Spin the Bottle!?" She asked the crowd. At least a third of the party eagerly came over and sat down in a tight circle around the bottle

"God damn it" I groaned out, placing my head in my hands and shaking my head

"This seat taken?" Tommy's voice made my head hurt. How can one person's voice be so fucking infuriating?

I looked up at him, about to tell him to fuck off when Eddie practically appeared out of thin air

"Yeah it is" he answered, sitting down and grabbing my thigh in a possessive manner. His grip was so tight that I was sure it'd leave brusies

The thought of bruises in the shape of Eddie's fingertips made a tingle shoot up my thigh and right to my core. I shifted in my seat to muffle the feeling and get closer to Eddie, completely ignoring Tommy as he rolled his eyes and went to the other side of the circle

"Eds" I nudged him when I noticed his glare was still aimed at Tommy "As much as I'd love to watch you beat his teeth in, you're my ride, and I don't know how to drive stick" Eddie sighed and sipped his beer, finally taking his angry eyes off Tommy as the bottle left his lips. He looked to me with an intense gaze that'd I'd only seen a handful of times from him. I watched his eyes slowly trace over my lips before running down my body as his head cocked to the side slightly. He chuckled darkly to himself, looking forward and finishing his beer

"You want another?" He asked, holding up his empty bottle as he stood

"Yes please" I downed the rest of my beer before handing him the empty bottle

"I'll be right back, Gorgeous. Hold this for me" he handed me his blunt before brushing his fingers through my hair. He sent me a sly wink before going off to get us another beer. My eyes lingered on him as he walked away, watching the way he smoothly dodged people along the way while his hair flowed perfectly along with him. A soft smile was plastered on my face as I took a hit off his blunt, letting the smoke slowly filter from my lips as I watched him

Eddie had stopped to say hi to one of his old friends that graduated with me when Eddie was held back, laughing at something the guy said as he grabbed out 2 beers from a nearby cooler. Despite not being able to hear his laugh it still floated through my head thanks to it being ingrained into my brain

"Alright!" Robin's voice broke me from my trance on Eddie. I looked forward to see her setting a bottle down in the middle of the group that was sitting on the ground "Everyone knows the rules, now who goes first?"

"Me!" One of the cheerleaders was quick to move closer to the bottle and spin it as fast as she could. As the bottle landed on one of the basketball players I felt a cold bottle get pressed to my exposed arm

I jumped at the feeling and looked to see Eddie sitting back down while holding the bottle to my skin. His goofy smile made my heart ache as I traded him the blunt for the bottle

"Thanks, Eds" I kissed his cheek before taking a rather big swig from my beer

The anxiety from the possibility of me spinning the bottle and it landing on Eddie was eating me alive as he leaned back on his hand which was propped up right behind me. His chest was brushing against my arm, sending chills through me every time he leaned in to whisper some sly comment about who was spinning

Soon enough one of the preppy girls that Eddie had been dealing to for a couple years now went up to the bottle. I shifted nervously as I finally realized that Eddie is gonna have to kiss someone at some point. Eddie noticed my discomfort almost immediately, furrowing his eyebrows together and leaning his chin on my shoulder

"You okay, Princess?" chills shot straight down my spine at the new pet name

"Mhm" I hummed out as quickly as I could, flashing him a forced smile before looking back at Kelly just as she grabbed the bottle

She spun it, sitting back on her heels as she waited for it to stop. Sure enough it came to a slow stop pointing right at Eddie. I could've sworn my heart stopped when she perked up to the sound of her friends cheering her on.

I cleared my throat and moved away from Eddie as Kelly came over to him. I saw him glance to me from the corner of my eyes, but I refused to look at him. I didn't want to see some girl that I've been insecure about for years all over him. All I could do was shoot daggers at Robin as Kelly placed her hands on either side of Eddie's jaw and pull him into a rough kiss. He grunted in surprise and fell back onto his elbows as she moved her lips against his

Robin mouthed an 'I'm sorry' while I clenched my jaw and looked to the ground. Once Kelly pulled back I finally willed myself to look at Eddie only to be met with the sight of his lips slightly swollen and cheeks bright red as he caught his breath. He sat up straight while Kelly stood up, shooting him a bubbly wink before going back to where she was sitting

I rolled my eyes and subtly scooted a bit further away from Eddie as he watched her sit back down. He furrowed his eyebrows together before finally looking at me. When our eyes met I cocked an eyebrow to feign not being bothered by what just happened

"You seemed to enjoy that" I observed with a flat tone. Eddie laughed and shook his head

"No" He simply stated, trying to move closer to me when he noticed how far I'd drifted from him

"Sure" I grumbled, tensing when I felt his hand softly place itself on my lowerback

"(Y/N) what's-"

"Oo, (Y/N)!" A few voices began taunting, drawing my attention back to the bottle. Tommy was standing over it, the neck pointed right at me. I immediately sat up straight when my eyes locked with Tommy's, who was grinning devilishly

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me" I groaned out as Tommy came over to me. As Tommy walked I saw Robin, Nancy, Johnathan, and Steve all share worried glances. I let out a sharp sigh as I decided to just let whatever was about to happen happen. Maybe if I make this the worst kiss Tommy has ever had he'll leave me the hell alone

"You don't have to" Eddie tried to interject

"It's just a game, Eddie" I insisted, still deeply irritated by Kelly kissing him. Eddie put his hands out in defeated frustration as Tommy knelt in front of me

"Let's see if I remember what you like" he winked before slamming his lips to mine. God his lips are so fucking chapped and he tastes like stale alcohol and cheap cigars. Fucking disgusting.

Tommy tried to weave his fingers through my hair to tug on it, but I was quick to grab his wrist to stop him. He attempted to force his wrist from my grip, struggling thanks to me being stronger than he anticipated. I felt him attempt to push his tongue past my tightly pursed lips. He was not about to slip his slimey fucking tongue in on my watch

The second someone called time I shoved him back and immediatly grabbed Eddie's beer from his hands, taking as big of a gulp as I could to wash the taste of Tommy's lips down

"Oh come on, Princess, you know you missed that" Tommy taunted as I wiped a small dribble of beer from my lip

"Don't fucking call her that" Eddie's voice startled me. It was dark and low with anger reverberating through his tone. I looked to him with wide eyes, being met with the heart-thumping sight of his clenched jaw and dark eyes

"Shut up, Munson" Tommy laughed to himself and leaned in closer so only Eddie and I would hear him "She'll always be mine"

I was quick to grab Eddie's shoulder and shove him back down when I felt him try to get up. Eddie shot me an angry look when Tommy finally walked away

"Why don't you want me to break his jaw, huh? You still like him or something?" I was taken back by his words as the group around us continued on with the game.

"What?" I laughed at how ridiculous his question was "I'd rather eat glass than let myself like Tommy again"

"So why can't I beat his ass?"

"Because he'll have you arrested. I'd rather not see you in jail, Eddie. What the hell's gotten into you?" I asked

"You." he grumbled to himself, looking down and laughing angrily to himself. I felt my heart thumping faster at his simple response "Did you hear him? He said you'll always be his"

"Yeah and so what? You know better than anyone that I fucking hate him"

"Then why didn't you pull away immediately?" I raised my eyebrows at his question. He can't be serious.

"Why didn't you pull away from Kelly?" I countered. Eddie's eyes darkened even further

"It's just a game" He used my own words against me. I rolled my eyes and looked across the circle to see Tommy staring at me. I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, impulsively moving closer to Eddie. Eddie noticed immediately, his eyes softening just a bit when he saw how uncomfortable I was. No matter how irritated he was he could never stay that way towards me when he knew something was wrong.

He followed my anxious gaze across the circle to Tommy. When Eddie clocked Tommy's gaze he stood up, grabbing my hand as he did so. He helped me up onto my feet, pulling me flush against his chest the second I was up

"Eddie what-" before I could finish my sentence I was silenced by Eddie's lips crashing down onto mine

The second his lips were on mine I felt the entire world around us slow down. My mind went blank, fully focusing on the feeling of his smooth lips moving passionately against mine. The small part in his lips lit my skin on fire as his fingers tangled themselves in my hair to pull me in deeper. Our lips fit so perfectly together that I was having a hard time believing that this was really happening. Was my best friend that I've been in love with for years really kissing me like his life depending on it right now?

One of his hands came down to cup my jaw while the other was gripping my hip to keep me flush against him, the feeling of his cold rings against my burning hot skin bringing me back to reality. This was really happening.

Holy shit.

This is really fucking happening

When one of my hands slipped up into his soft hair a grunt left his lips, prompting him to pull back and rest his forehead against mine

That was when I remembered where we were.

The majority of the group we'd been sitting with were either smiling at us or cheering us on like they'd been betting on when this would finally happen. I noticed Steve slip Robin some money while Nancy gave me a quick thumbs up. I felt my cheeks heat up as I shrunk into Eddie's chest. Eddie held me tight, chuckling into my hair before kissing the top of my head. His body felt so relaxing and comforting until he suddenly tensed up. I looked up at him to see his eyes angrily focusing on something else

I followed his gaze to see Tommy mouthing the words 'She's mine' to Eddie with a cocky grin. Eddie's jaw clenched before he looked down at me to see that I saw what Tommy was doing

"Come on." He grumbled before linking our fingers together and suddenly yanking me off along with him. The group was quick to get back to the game as Eddie practically dragged me over to his van, which was parked behind some trees away from the group. "Get in" he ordered as he slid open the back driversside door. My heart was beating hard against my chest at his tone, not hesitating to obey him.

The second we were both in his van and the door was slammed shut behind him his soft lips were crashing back into mine. I gasped in shock but quickly settled into the passionate kiss

As our lips moved hungrily together I felt Eddie's hands slip up the sides of my shirt. The feeling of his calloused fingers against my searing hot skin sent chills through me as I gripped the collar of his jacket

"Too many clothes" Eddie breathed out against my lips. I took in a struggled breath as Eddie slipped his hands up my sides, taking my shirt with them "Please" the tone of his voice made my heart thump so hard that I was sure he could hear it. I gave him a quick nod of permission and in no time my shirt was tossed to the side.

Eddie's lips were slammed back to mine once my shirt was gone. He sat back against the backseat, getting a good grip on my waist before dragging me into his lap. My legs were straddling him as our lips moved together with a newfound passion that made both of us more and more desperate by the minute.

I eagerly pushed Eddie's jacket off his shoulders, letting my hand run across his jawline before slowly trailing down to his chest, coming to rest right over his heart. I could feel his heartbeat quicken under my hand when I softly bit down on his bottom lip, tugging on it as I pulled back from the kiss

"Fuck.." Eddie breathed out, eyes looking at me like I was the most fascinating thing in the world. I attempted to reconnect our lips only to be met with his hand roughly grabbing my chin. He pushed me back so he could look me in the eyes, giving me a stern yet cautious look "I'm gonna be rough with you, is that okay?"

"More than okay" I eagerly nodded as I spoke, wanting nothing more than to kiss him again. Eddie smirked at how desperate I was before pulling me back to his lips.

It didn't take long for his shirt to join mine on the floor of his van, my bra clad chest pressed against his as I laced my fingers through his soft hair. I suddenly felt Eddie roughly grab my ass, pulling me as close as possible before slapping my ass harshly. I whimpered against his lips only to earn another harsh spank coupled with his hand on my jaw carefully slipping down to my throat. I pulled back from the kiss to catch my breath

"Jesus, Eddie-" before I could finish my sentence a sharp slap was placed across my ass again. I couldn't even recover from the bruising slap before he roughly grabbed my throat and yanked me in close to him. My eyes went wide with shock as he clenched his jaw and looked me over. A dark determined look was in his perfect eyes as they met mine again, him leaning in a bit closer

"Do you know how insane you drive me? I've wanted you for years. Years, (Y/N).. and you chose him before me? That preppy fucking small dicked prick?" I let out a shakey breath at the stern tone in his voice

"Eddie.." I breathed out, taking a moment to collect my thoughts "I've wanted you since Freshman year" I admitted. Eddie's dark chuckle made a shiver shoot down my spine while his free hand began tugging my skirt up

"Guess I need to show you what you've missed out on then" he let go of my throat to let his hand trail down my body "Show you that you're mine, not that pansy ass daddy's boy's"

"Eds-"

"Shut the fuck up" he suddenly cupped my soaked core through my underwear. I gasped in surprised, gasp soon turning into a soft moan when the hilt of his palm applied pressure to my clit through the wet fabric "Or maybe you need to show me how sorry you are for kissing him in front of me.." his eyes were transfixed on my face as I clenched my jaw and released a shakey breath through my nose. A toothy grin spread across his lips when he realized that I was quickly turning into putty in his hands "You, my beautiful little Princess, are gonna ride me like the good whore you are"

"Excuse me?" I inquired, attempting to appear composed despite his palm rubbing small circles against my clothed clit

"Don't pretend like you're not soaking wet for me, Sweetheart" he cupped my vagina harder and pulled me forward so our chests were pressed together again. Eddie chuckled at my soft moan as he looped his finger around the crotch of my underwear. His knuckle was pressed softly against my slit "We can either keep going like this and see how frustrated you get or.. you can get my dick out and ride it" Eddie informed me. I felt his knuckle start to slowly drag up and down my slit, making sure to apply extra pressure to my clit when he reached his

"Jesus Christ, Eddie" I muttered, pushing myself up with my hands on his chest

"You make a decision?" He asked with a taunting tone. I bit my lip in anticipation as I closely examined his eyes. They had a dominant glint to them that I was fully expecting from him, but it sparked a bit of excitement in me nonetheless

"I'd like to chose option number 2, but I do have just one condition" I pushed past my want to grind down on his knuckle, looking him right into his lust-blown pupils

"Oh yeah? What's that, Sweetheart?" He asked, brushing my hair behind my ear with his free hand. I grabbed his hand as he lowered it, earning a cocked eyebrow from him. I smirked as subtly as I could, placing his hand flat against my chest

"I'll do whatever you want, but only if you choke me" I finally requested. Both of his eyebrows raised in surprised, a sly grin forming on his lips as he looked me over

"That's my girl" he commented. Suddenly he slipped his hand up and gripped my throat with a comfortable pressure. I let out a shakey breath, impulsively bucking my hips against his knuckle "I think you know what to do next, Princess" he nodded down to his pants. I wasted no time in undoing his belt and jeans. He lifted his hips so I could tug his jeans and underwear down just enough for his cock to come out. My heartbeat sped up at the sight. I knew he was big, but I didn't think he was that thick. Jesus Christ "Hey" Eddie caught my attention. When our eyes met he loosened his grip on my throat "You want this, right?" He confirmed in a soft voice

"You have no idea how badly I want this, Eddie" I reassured him. He smiled lovingly before pulling me to his lips by my throat. As our lips moved carefully together I felt him move my underwear to the side.

His dick slipped over my clit as I leaned further into him, his hand coming up from my neck to cup my jaw. As his lips slowed against mine I felt his breath shudder at the feeling of his tip slipping through my folds. When he regained his composure he slipped his hand to the base of my skull, taking a handful of my hair and pulling me as deep as he could into the kiss. His lips were so fucking addicting. I wish I could feel them on mine every minute of every day

Soon I steadied my hips over him, my breath catching in my throat when I let his tip slip inside of me. Eddie's freehand came to tightly grip my hip, our lips slowing against each other once again in anticipation

Finally I completely lowered myself on him, both of us gasping once he bottomed out

"Holy shit" Eddie breathed out, pulling back from my lips so he could look to make sure I was okay. When he saw the pleasure fueled look in my eyes he grinned to himself "Atta girl.." his hand on my hip carefully lifted me up "Now come on, move for me. Show me how sorry you are" I nodded mindlessly as I quickly got lost in how good he felt inside of me

I pushed myself up so my back was straight, lowering myself back down on him. We both released shakey breaths before I finally began moving my hips at a consistent speed. Eddie's hands gliding along my hips sent sharp chills through my skin, my hips immediately faltering at the feeling

"So good" he reached up to swipe his thumb over my bottom lip, dragging it down just a bit before his hand fell to my thigh. It groped around my thigh a bit, his eyes watching my thighs like they put him in a trance before he removed his hand from them "Come on, Princess, faster for me" he encouraged, both hands leaving my hips as I attempted to move a bit faster

"You're supposed to help me" I panted out, laughing breathlessly as I stabilized myself on his shoulders

"You can do it, baby" he smirked, hands gliding back up my thighs briefly before making their way up my body. He stopped to grope at my boobs through my bra as I sped my hips up just a bit. I sucked in a short breath before gripping his shoulders tighter. My hips were soon bouncing on him at a steady rate, the tip of his cock slamming against my g-spot with every thrust "Holy shit" he hushed, eyes locked on my face while his chest rose and fell heavily "So fucking beautiful"

The tone of his voice coupled with his smooth groans pushed me to move faster. His dark eyes trailed down to my chest where they lingered on my boobs for a bit before going back up to watch my face intently. I felt one of his hands slip down to hold right under my breasts, fingertips digging into my skin a bit as he admired me. A sharp shiver ran down my spine at the contact, briefly interrupting the rhythm I had going

"Oh God" I groaned out, shutting my eyes for a moment to collect myself while his fingernails dug into my skin as tantalizingly as they possibly could. My hips were swiveling on him at a steady pace. Not fast but not slow either. When I opened my eyes again I noticed the smirk that was adorning his lips, another sharp shiver infecting my body at the sight. I released a shakey breath as I struggled to focus on the pace instead of his nails on my searing hot skin

"Keep going, Sweetheart. You were doing so good" he encouraged, free hand taking my hip in its grasp so he could help me move

I soon began moving again with his help, my fingertips digging deep into his shoulders. Brief bursts of pleasure were immediately back to shooting straight through my veins as I managed to get back to the pace that I had been at before. Pants were slipping from his lips with the occasional deep groan as his tip slammed against my g-spot over and over again

"There you go, baby" he breathed out, eyes completely fixated on me. I gasped desperately at the sound of his voice, my body falling forward into his chest as pleasure started to overwhelm my brain. My face buried itself in his shoulder as a deep pressure formed in my stomach from my suddenly impending orgasm "Nuh uh" he tutted breathlesy "I wanna see that pretty face"

His hands grabbed each side of my head, fingers bunching in my hair as he pushed me back from his shoulder. My back straightened, hair brushing against my shoulder blades with each bounce on his cock

"Fuck.." he breathed out, hands gripping the base of my skull as his dark eyes bored into mine "Look at you, huh?" His voice had a panting teasing tone to it as both his hands slipped down, one resting on my neck while the other continued down to my breasts. I felt the cool metal of his rings harshly pressing against my searing hot skin as his fingers flexed around my skin "Working so hard for me" he muttered, leaning his head back and letting a groan leave his lips as he watched me

"Holy shit" I managed to breath out. My hands were gripping onto his shoulders for dear life as I moved my hips as quick as I could. The shaking of his van was a dead giveaway of what was going on behind the thin metal doors and blanket covered windows, but I couldn't care less

"If only that prick could see you right now" Eddie gripped my throat a bit tighter "My desperate little Cock slut. You love my cock, don't you, Princess?"

"Oh God" my cry was broken as my nails dug deep into Eddie's skin "I love it. You feel so fucking good" I gasped when he pulled me close by my throat

"Scream it" he suddenly began thrusting sharply up into me, his tip hitting impossibly deep inside of me with every thrust

"Fuck!" Eddie loosened his grip on my throat so I could be louder "You fuck me so good" my voice was certainly audible to whoever walked by the van, which seemed to be exactly what Eddie wanted

"What are you?" I could hear his voice falter when my hips began to meet his thrusts

"Eddie.. fuck" I breathed out, the knot in my stomach straining hard as my eyes fluttered. Suddenly Eddie's hand harshly met my cheek before grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him

"What. Are. You?" He asked again

"Your Cock slut!" I finally said at a volume that satisfied Eddie. Eddie groaned as he leaned his head back once again and released my chin

"Yeah you are. Good girl" I shuttered at the praise "Oo. You like that, Princess?" I could hear the mischievous grin in his voice. I nodded absent-mindedly as I felt my mind starting to go blank

"I.. Eddie.. plea.. please.." I couldn't form coherent thoughts as I tried to warn him of how close I was

"My perfect girl can't even talk. Cock drunk, aren't you, Princess?" He taunted. A deep moan slipped from him as my hips stuttered in their rhythm. The only response I could get out was a frantic nod and a desperate gasp of his name "Is my pretty girl gonna come for me?" I nodded once again, earning a raspy groan from him "Hold out for me, Sweetheart"

"Shit.." I hissed out, shaking my head no "C.. can't. I can't" I pushed out through my moans, looking him right in the eyes like I knew he wanted

"Feels too good, huh?" The taunting tone in his voice would normally make me want to smack him, but right now all I wanted was for him to demean me as my impending orgasm ripped through me "Fuck, baby. A little bit more" the tone of his voice and the slight sloppiness of his thrusts was a telltale sign that he was close too

"Eddie please" I squeaked out, mentally slapping myself for the tone of my voice "I need.. holy shit. Please" my inability to form my sentence brought Eddie closer to the brink "Fuck" I breathed out before letting my eyes meet his again. Once they did we both felt a deep seeded desire to be closer together. His arms wrapped tight around me, pulling me forward until our chests were pressed together. My arms were secured around his neck and shoulders, holding onto him for dear life while he managed to thrust even harder

I felt his soft lips begin to nip and suck around at my shoulder and neck between his brain melting moans, leaving tiny hickeys in his trail for everyone to see. My hand tangled itself in his soft hair, tugging at it in attempts to keep myself grounded

"Jesus fucking Christ, baby" he breathed out against my skin, holding me a bit closer to him "You feel so fucking good" I felt his hand on my shoulderblade move up to the back of my neck where he pulled my head down so it was resting in the nape of his neck. He turned his head so his lips could reach my ear, his pants sending shivers down my spine "You're mine, you understand?" His deep raspy voice made the pool of pleasure in the pit of my stomach even deeper than I thought possible

"Y-yes, Eddie. I'm.. I'm your's" I stuttered out, shutting my eyes as I struggled not to cum yet

"You're mine.. no one gets to touch you except me" he informed me, teeth nibbling softly at my earlobe "I love you so fucking much" he breathed out before his hand slapped my ass harshly. I yelped in surprise before moaning when he slapped my ass again

"Oh f-fuck.." I couldn't even focus on his words as the pleasure started to creep out from my stomach and spread to the rest of my body "E-Eddie.. I.. please.. let me come" I groaned his name again right in his ear, making a growling type noise leave his throat before he suddenly began thrusting up into me so hard that it left deep brusies on the back of my thighs "Eddie! Please!"

"Come for me, Princess" he ordered. Almost immediately the knot in my stomach snapped. Every single nerve ending in my body was on fire as my body convulsed against his. My hand in his hair yanked uncontrollably at it, making grunts leave him while he refused to let up on his thrusts. Soon, however, the feeling of my walls clenching and unclenching around him did him in "Fuck, (Y/N)" he groaned out, suddenly grounding himself deep inside of me and haulting all movements. I felt a warmth spread through me as he came, soft moans and groans slipping through his lips as he held me like his life depended on it.

Soon both our orgasm calmed down, both our breathing heavy and bodies shaking slightly. I completely collapsed forward on him, my arms and legs no longer able to support myself. Eddie chuckled against my neck, his arms tightening around me as he pulled me even closer

"Apology accepted, Sweetheart" he breathed out, hands rubbing my back soothingly as I attempted to even out my breathing. I laughed breathlessly and shook my head.

There was a short calm between us as we both caught our breath and brought our heart rates back to normal. Eddie carefully lifted me off of his softening cock, pulling me back to his chest once he was out. I felt his fingers tracing small shapes on my back as he thought to himself

"I'm um.. I'm sorry I jumped on you like that.. I couldn't take it anymore.. you have no idea how crazy it drives me when I see any other guy flirting with you.. especially when its that fucking prick.. You're mine.. and no one gets to touch you but me"

"It was just the game, Eds.. you know I'd never get back with him. I was hoping if I made the kiss really bad then he'd leave me alone" I breathlessly replied, my eyes shut as I hugged him a bit tighter. Eddie chuckled to himself as he rubbed my back soothingly

"Smart girl" he praised "And that's why I'm apologizing. I really shouldn't have jumped on you"

"It's okay. I liked it" I admitted

"Yeah?" He inquired with a smug tone

"Mhm" I hummed back, smiling to myself as I enjoyed the calm between us. Suddenly his voice from before began to echo around in my head. The words 'I love you so fucking much' were ringing out like gunshots once they crept back into my memory. I pushed through the weakness in my body to sit up straight in his lap and look at him with wide eyes

"Jesus Christ, baby, slow down"

"You love me?" I asked immediately. His face drained of all color when he finally realized his admission

"Shit.." he hushed, hands covering his face as it flushed red

"Do you really?" I wondered. Eddie chuckled to himself, dropping his hands and looking at me with eyes that I could've sworn read nervous

"Yeah.. I've been in love with you since we were kids.. I'm sorry I admitted it like that. I understand if you don't feel the same way.. I'm sorry if I ruined everything" his worried tone made my heart warm up just a bit. I leaned forward to cup his face, my fingertips toying with his hair behind his ear while my thumb slipped along his cheekbone

"I love you too, Eds" I quietly admitted. The nervous gleam finally left his eyes while his skin regained color

"Really?" He inquired eagerly

"I just let you fuck me senseless, Eddie. I'm pretty sure I feel the same" Eddie's cheeks flushed pink at my words as a shy smile spread across his lips. I smiled softly at him, eyes admiring his features before I pulled him forward to me.

Our lips met in a soft and slow kiss, his hand gingerly cupping my jaw to pull me in deeper. As our lips moved passionately together I felt my shaking legs begin to ache a bit, but I kept on with the kiss despite the ache. We slowly pulled apart, a delicate smile adorning both our lips as we did so. Our foreheads rested against each other as Eddie's hand dropped down to my thigh, thumb massaging into my skin

"Be mine?" His voice was just above a whisper, making my heart swell

"I'm already yours"

I want to do bad things with you — Five Hargreeves

Request: “6 from fluff and 4 and 8 from smut list for five hargreeves?”

Fluff Prompts:

6. “I’m going to marry you one day.”

Smut Prompts;

4. “Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”

8. “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope it got close to what you wanted. ❤️ This is a heavy smut, I was in a bad mood, sorry jsnsjsnsjsn.

Guys, I really understand who doesn't feel comfortable reading or writing Five's smut. But I always say that I only write with him (any genre: romance, fluff or angst) with the notion that Five is 20 years old here. All of my fanfics mention swearing or sex, even if it is a memory or something shallow, but as I am writing with Five as an adult, it is consistent that the fic has aspects of an adult life.//

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, bad words and bad smuut.

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Five Hargreeves were many adjectives. Genius, superhero, handsome, dangerous, sinic, arrogant, born leader, among other things. His energy was intense and mysterious, and looking him for too long was like facing the stormy sea: dangerous and risky, but extremely fascinating.

He carried many adjectives on his back, is truth, and domineering was one of them. His life was a constant line of stress, problems and exasperation, Five felt irritated most of the time, so relieving all that stress in sex was... it was fucking good.

Normally, his emotions were always on a tight leash, under iron control. Five was composed, controlled, taking everything rationally. Even in sex, when he vented all his anger, he was conscious. Until you show up.

You were a little, sweet, lyrical little thing and... fuck, you had an angel face that made Five clench his jaw as soon as he laid eyes on you. And then controlling yourself became a much more difficult task. You had a cunning, catlike look, but an face so pure that it hooked Five into the his soul.

He couldn't get involved with you, he repeated that every fucking day. Five could barely look in your direction without wanting to hold your angel face and kiss you with the fury of hell. Five wanted to fold you in front of him, slap your ass until you blush and hear you whimpering his name. He wanted to do all the dark things in his mind to break your doll energy.

Five Hargreeves was many things, but the irony of all was how they swayed when he fell in love with you. It was inevitable. Over the months, while trying to control his thoughts, he found himself admiring your intelligence and sense of humor. He started to notice how you loved sweet tea and had headaches when you had coffee, which is why he started to leave a migraine medicine in the kitchen if you needed to.

With the days, Five now hid his smile when you laughed at something stupid and admired how the world seemed sweeter when you were happy.

And that's when he kissed you. And his whole view changed. When he held your face between his hands and tasted your lips, Five felt like he was touching Egyptian crystal, and then the urge to protect you was born. He didn't want anything or anyone to hurt you, anyway. Five touched you so delicately and made sure that nothing bothered you.

So that's when you two slept together. Fuck, it was so fucking hard for him. Extraordinarily difficult because Five wanted to make you scream and fuck you so hard. It was difficult as hell because he wanted to hit your ass and thigh so hard that he could see the marks tomorrow. And... son of a bitch, even though you moaned and squirmed, you looked like a fucking angel. And the desire to desecrate something so pure became even bigger.

And that was why he avoided touching you during those hours. He kept his hands on the mattress, on the headboard, on the walls or on the pillows, avoided touching you as much as possible. Because Five knew... it was already too hard not to fuck you rough, hard and intense, if he touched you... it would be the end. He didn't even want to kiss you too much, or suck on your skin, because one thing would lead to another and... God, you fucked his mind!

It was after a few months that he realized he loved you. And your relationship will become even more serious.

"I love you so much.” You whispered on his lips one day, with the cold and rain falling outside, and you curled in him up like a pet.

Five nodded, him lips on you forehead, brushing them there as appreciated what that phrase did to him. You two had already said that a few months ago, but you loved to keep repeating it and Five appreciated how right the universe felt when you said that.

“I'm going to marry you one day.” He sighed through your hair, lowering lips to yours before receiving your ecstatic and passionate screams.

But the more love grew in you two, the more hunger, lust and sin grew within Five too. Was like a wild beast, hitting the bars of the cage, almost breaking what kept under control. And controlle herself started to be physically painful. So he tried to put out that blazing fire.

Seeing you naked has become excruciating torture. Five fidgeted uneasily whenever you changed in front of him, took off the towel after a shower. But the worst was when you two had sex. Fucking you, feeling you pulsing, squirming, totally submissive to his whims, made Five have to acquire phenomenal self-control. Although Five exhibited a cold, arrogant and confident personality, everything inside him became a boiling volcano when you appeared.

“Baby…” That was when Five heard you purring, you had just come out of the shower, a short white towel covering your body.

When Five looked at you, and saw you walking towards him, he pulse reached alarming levels. Normally, Five always managed to keep his impulses under control, even though it was an overwhelming endeavor. But not today.

Oh, he was far from being in control. Your doe eyes looked at him docilely and Five felt again the overwhelming appetite to take you so badly.

God, he needed to break you…

You didn't make it easy for Five either. Oblivious to the internal battle within him, you sat on his lap, supporting your legs on either side of his hips, with the towel rising to the top of your thighs and your bare skin sitting on his already pulsating member.

Five snarled softly, hands tightly squeezing the bed sheet, your body pulsing beneath his. He felt hot as if were in the Sahara desert.

“You are so tense.” Your voice was velvety, soft, and you brought your lips to his neck. And that was too much.

“Y/N..” Was a warning.

“Something wrong?” You pulled your face back enough to look at him.

Five shook his head, hands still clutching the sheets. You followed that gesture with your eyes, and started connecting the pieces second by second.

It was no longer today that your felt him controlling himself. Moments he didn't want to touch you at all while he fucked you, like you were a hot iron. Days when he forced a little more force into the way he kissed you and then completely backed down.

“I've been noticing a few things lately...” You commented, the left index finger playing with his uniform “I noticed that you have ... controlled yourself, as if you were holding something.”

And then you looked into his eyes, and what you saw in the green sockets was a lust so fervent that you felt yourself losing breath.

“Y/N...” the voice was still hoarse, a ring signaling his warning as well “I ... I won't be able to talk about this with you.”

“Why not?” You didn't know exactly what the problem was, how deep it went, but you knew something was going on. “I did something? Or are you more stressed? ”

“You did not do anything.” He assured you, and as he saw in your eyes that you would not let the matter pass, because you were determined as hell, Five sighed deeply. “It with me. It has nothing to do with you, I just... I like to do more... rough things. "

You were watching him closely, the direction of the conversation was pleasing to you... It wasn't today that you knew your own tastes, and something brutalized and stronger was exactly what you liked. But Five was always so controlled, so reserved, that you were still looking for an opening to bring it up.

Five must have noticed that your eyes took on a different glow, and he looked at you as if he suspected.

“Why that look?” His little corner smile made you smile too.

“ I didn't know you liked things like that.” Five raised an eyebrow at you, the little smile still on his face. “Is that why you have been controlling yourself?”

Five had to take a deep breath, hands going to your waist under the towel, in a soft, controlled touch. But his hands were stiff, you felt it.

“I do not want to hurt you.” He was succinct “I have more aggressive, brutal desires, and I don't want to take it out on you.”

Oh, you were really enjoying the conversation.

You let out a low chuckle, playing with your index finger on the lapel of his uniform.

“Like ... hit me and stuff?” Then you felt his grip tighten on your waist, his jaw tighten.

Five looked at you with a clear warning that you were walking in rough waters. That it was better for you to stop here. He could barely cope with his own thoughts about it, let alone hear you say those things with that fucking angelic voice of yours.

"What if I wanted to?” Now your eyes were bright with amusement and anticipation.

“You can't tell me these things” His grip got stronger, his eyes more fierce, the energy more irritable “Even more naked in my lap.”

Five might be covered in clothes, but he could feel your hot pussy under him, the soft skin of your thighs around his waist, your breasts a touch away... Damn, it was too much for him!

“I mean it.” You ran your fingers through his hair, resting your hands behind the back of his neck. “I like something hard too, if you are willing to try this on me, I would like us to do it. You are always so focused... I would love to see you more out of control. ”

Five kept his eyes on you, as if he were looking for some hesitation in you. But he found none. Just shared desire.

God help him.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.” He wanted to warn you, he wanted you to know it was a path of no return. Five could destroy you and him wanted you to know that.

“Yes.” You agreed “I want it so much.”

Suddenly, something in the air seemed to change. Everything became rarer, more caustic and crackling. Five's intensity had reached extremely high levels and he looked at you as if you were the prey on a night hunt. Five pulled harder on your towel, freeing your naked body. He gasped, his eyes fixed on you.

“Say red when you want me to stop.”

You were going to say something, but he didn't give you a chance. His hungry lips stuck to yours. It was a controlling kiss, drowning out you surprised moan. Five stood with you on his lap and threw you on your back on the mattress. You gasped, your naked body exposed on his bed, given over to all the profane fantasies he had in mind. Seeing you there, submissive, destroyed all the control he had.

Oh he was going to destroy you.

Five remained standing, pulled your legs over the edge of the bed and opened them aggressively. You let out a heavy breath, the core pulsing. God, seeing that made him rock hard.

Five leaned over your body, pressing his lips in you before moving to your breasts, sucking on aching nipple, squeezing the other in a heavy touch. His hands left you for a second before him straightened up and removed he blazer and sweater from the academy, his nimble hands pulled the tie knot fiercely, tearing the piece of silk from his neck.

“Be quiet for me, dear.” Five put your hands together, tying your fists with the tie and tying the tie to the headboard.

You bit your lip, your body fidgeting for him, the core throbbing. Five had barely touched you and you were already pulsing for him.

“You are so needy.”

Without warning, he was leaning over you, him lips on yours, his hands roaming your body in a rough touch, his mouth pinching your lips. And everything started to get heavy after that point. Five closed his mouth on your neck, leaving a trail of purple hickeys as he brought two fingers to your mouth.

You took them in, sucking without waiting for an order. But his fingers on your mouth seemed to have an even more exciting effect for you. You legs closed, wanting to seek any friction, but Five slapped your left thigh roughly, brutally separating them with his free hand.

“Did I tell you to close your legs?!” You whimpered, and he gave you another slap “Answer!”

“N-no...” You did your best to speak with his fingers in your mouth.

“No what?!” Another slap. Now you could feel the flesh throbbing. You pulled on your fists, trying to control yourself not to close your thighs again.

“N-didn't”

Now his free hand went to your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“It's ‘No, Daddy’!”

“No, Daddy!”

“Good Girl.”

Five withdrew his hand from your mouth, bringing it down and melting it into your pussy. You moaned louder, forcing the tie, shifting your hips. He didn't give you time to breathe before he buried his fingers in you, hitting your walls.

You screeched muffled by his lips on your, as his hand pushed against you frantically, slamming inside you at a brutal pace.

“F-fi...”

Another slap. Stronger, more aggressive.

“What did fucking you say?!”

“Daddy! I mean Daddy! I’m so sorry.”

He accelerated his hand even more, and you started frantically pulling on the tie, trying to get rid of or gain more of that ardor. You were starting to feel close to orgasms when Five pulled away, slapping your bare breast as he rose again. You whimpered in protest, your hips still making some movements in search of some ghost friction.

“Look at you, so desperate and I haven't even fucked you yet.” Five began to unbutton his white shirt, stripping off his clothes and leaving the belt beside you.

You excitement went to extremely high levels when you saw his cock jump out. Pulsating, molasses with pre-cum and dashed with thick veins. Your core throbbed, dripping your liquid while you whimpered.

Five smirked when he noticed where your attention was, and he leaned you, but now bringing the belt with him and placing it around your neck.

God, he was going to fuck you so hard.

Five gave a tug, testing the accuracy, and when you groaned needy, Five appeased his own excitement by sinking his bruised lips into yours.

He stood up again, pulling your legs closer to the edge as he brushed your pussy with the throbbing head of the stick, watching you squirm. It was torture for him too, but the sight of you struggling for contact was a fucking reward.

“Please d-Daddy!” You whimpered, rummaging in despair, wanting more of anything he give you.

“Please, what? ‘Please, daddy, fuck me hard’ or ‘please, daddy, use me’ ?”

You were begging, with tears in the corners of your eyes as he played with you, by sinking the head of the stick inside you. It was driving you crazy. Five held the base of him penis while he sank just another inch into you, then pulled and rubbed your clitoris.

“Fuck me h-hard, Daddy!”

Suddenly, Five entered you brutally to the bottom, leaving you speechless in a loud and silent groan. He pulled you by the belt, not giving you time to get used to the size, he established strong and aggressive blows.

“Do you want hard?! I will give you hard!”

Then Five untied the tie from the headboard, turned you brutally on you stomach and pulled your hips up. He pulled his hand back and unloaded it on your ass, and you screamed, staggering forward. Five pulled you by the hips, dissatisfied with your distance.

“Be good girl for me, dear." It was an order.

You obeyed, crying out loudly when Five pushed the stick inside you aggressively, pulling on your neck with the belt. He held you by the belt and the waist while he fucked you. Hard, fast, without any abandonment.

His hand hit the flesh of your ass from second to second, and you can't help but moan for it. He gave no respite, the sound of his bodies colliding flooded the room, perhaps the entire mansion.

Five has never felt so hardcore in life, so hungry, so lust. He wanted to break you, hurt you, squeeze your flesh so hard that you would be left with marks for months. He groaned, trying to concentrate on mistreating the walls of your pussy, pounding with brutality, harder and cruel.

“D-d-daddy!”

Tears streamed into your eyes as you dug your nails into the pillow hard, unable to contain the moans and the tremor in your thighs. Your belly vibrated, hummed with hyperstimulation, that was paradise and sin at the same time and you felt that you could fall apart at any moment.

Five pulled the belt tight, bringing you up and sticking your back to his chest. He put his free arm around your waist, bringing the thrusts in slow, hard rhythms, making you feel every inch of him.

You hands went to him arm around your waist, the new position reaching the most sensitive places, making your pussy throb. You bit your lip to try to control your moans, because you were afraid they would be too loud.

“Without trapping those sounds for me!” This time the slap came down on your left breast, followed by a deeper thrust, and you begged for excuses while looking for air “Let everyone hear who's making you feel so good! Who does this slutt belong.”

That pushed you further into the abyss. Five sucked on the skin on your neck, pouring out a strong hickey while you could only scream and whimper for him, unable to do anything else. . He entered you deeply, taking whatever inch you had and forcing you to take it deeper.

Five did not allow you to move an inch away, your hips clinging to his, held by his arm, him fucking you hard without you can moving your hips. He could feel you blinking on his dick, making your honey drip down your thighs. His hunger had given no respite, and when he looked at you, and he saw your angel face in an expression of pleasure, pain and dirty with tears, it further fueled Five's hunger.

"That, little slutt!"

You were close, pulsing on his dick, sweat running down your body, your broken moans. Five loved how you were a mess for him, your whole body scarred because of him. He never fell your owner as much as he does now. You begged for something you didn't know what it was, but Five did. And he would give it to you. But he felt your pussy squeeze him, swallowing him in a broken way.

“You can't come until I let you!”

“Da-daddy!” You moaned louder “Please! Please! I need... I need it! ”

“I don’t care how good it feels, you’d better not cum until I tell you to!”

Five came out of you, turning you brutally on the bed once again, removing the belt from your neck. He climbed on top of you, now sticking your body to his, placing his mouth on yours in a gasping kiss. The skin-to-skin sensation was maddening, you were both hot, sweating, and Five squeezed your thigh tightly before slapping it down again. Your wrists were still tied, and you could only press them against his broad chest.

Your thighs were shaking and Five was delighted by this, he traced hickeys all over your breasts, and sank into you again when he sucked on your left sore beak.

Five held you while he fucked you in that position. Strong, cruel and hard. His hands were glued to your flesh, marking your skin with purple from his digits, holding his own moans. And you watched him with your mouth open by the screams and the sight. He was beautiful like that. Wild, his skin all sweaty, his teeth closed on his lip to keep from groaning, his black hair stuck to his forehead.

It was too much torture, too much stimulation, and you were already letting the tears flow while you were begging for something.

“Come to me, my good girl.”

Five didn't have to say it twice. You came intensely, your pussy sucking all of his cock and receiving the hot, thick liquid of his as a reward. You threw your head back in abandonment, feeling him it sink into you deeper, making sure you got all his sperm.

“Such a good girl for me.” Five whispered as he gave you a reward kiss you.

I can't feel my face when I'm with you — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “Hi!! I love your stories so much! I was wondering if you can do five x female reader with powers friends to lovers. But like since Five isn't in pda, his siblings catch them being mushy in private with fluff prompts 4,6, and 14.”

“Can you write a one shot with Five Hargreeves where the reader and Five hate eachother but then slowly they start falling in love?”

“Hiii I absolutely adore your writing! Do you think you could possibly write some really fluffy, vanilla, lovemaking for Five? Or something of the sort?? You don't have to do it obviously but just know that I love your writing!”

Fluff prompts:

4. “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”

6. “I’m going to marry you one day.”

14. “I don’t like to pretend we’re not together.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope you guys like💖I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. Good reading.

Request are open. Love you❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem!Reader

Warnings: just swearing, its is veeeeeery fluff.

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Irritating. If Five Hargreeves had to define you in one word, he would use that one. Irritating. Even for his subtly balanced and explosive temperament, he recognized that you had the gift like no one else to burn his paitence. In an instant. And that was purely irritating.

If someon asked, Five would find a thousand and one reasons to explain why he didn't like you. He would do a hundred-page dissertation if asked, would take arguments from hell to justify his dislike.

He couldn't stand how you always saw the good side of things when everything was falling apart, nor how your good mood was almost insurmountable, let alone how you always seemed so happy. Five hated how your smile seemed to contain the brightness of the stars, how your body seemed to radiate the warmth of the Tunisian sun, and how you looked like a goddamn princess. It was unbearable because fairy tales did not exist and Five spent his entire life trying to exorcise any dreams within himself with that enchanted touch, kill the hope that’s exists a fairy tales. It was years of learning to see everything coolly and objectively, until you came and rubbed in his face that he was wrong. What princesses and maidens as beautiful as fairy tales existed, and that you promised to contain all the happiness of "Happily ever after."

Five Hargreeves hated that. He was deeply irritated when, whenever you looked at him, he had the feeling that his legs were going to fail. He knew he obsessed with control and losing the control of him own body and own emotions was a deep and cutting blow.

Why did you have to be like that? Why did you have to be so beautiful that it hurt? Why did you have to throw in the latrine his sentences that passion and romance did not exist.

He said to the seven winds, and to anyone who wanted to hear, that he didn't like you at all. He didn't like anything that referred to you. But the truth was that... Well, he didn't know what the truth was. Five did not know everything, however much he tried to give the opposite impression. But he had avoided you as the devil avoided the cross. He claimed he didn't like you, but maybe that wasn't it. Maybe he just didn't like himself when he was with you.

He didn't like how him heart beat so fast he seemed to be developing cardiac arrhythmia, he didn't like how him hands sweated whenever you smiled, and he definitely didn't like how his body was taken by an uneasy restlessness every time you were beside him. It was like you were a powerful drug, and just looking at you already had side effects on Five.

"Why do you hate me so much?" You asked one day, the arms leaning against the hargreeves mansion bar and looked at Five.

The siblings had left and there were only two of you in the room, and that seemed to be the perfect time to talking about the elephant in the room. You did not know why Five hated you so much, you always tried to be kind and nice. And sometimes this was a goddamn challenge because Five was not the most enjoyable person in the world. But you tried to make a friendships whit him,you tried to get closer. Just to be pushed even further away.

So if the guy was going to hate you, at least him should tell you the reason.

Five raised the look of the beer for you, a little surprised and perplexed for your initiative, a little disbelieving with what was happening, and... angry for your action.

He looked away, then drinking another sip of alcohol.

“You annoy me.” And it was just what he said before disappearing in Blue Flash.

This guy...

After that, Five stayed away from you as if you were the Prague.

He told himself that he was just trying to avoid another conversation between the two of you. But the truth was... it was that if he got so close to you again, he wouldn't be able to control himself.

Why the hell did you have to be like that ?! Why did you have to look so much like gravity? Attracting and holding him in you, just you. As if he were just another planet orbiting around you.

How long would he still be trapped in you? One week? One month? All life? Was he bound to be chained to you like anchors to ships? Had his life really come down to the melodrama of wanting an overwhelmingly beautiful girl and being sentenced to never have her?

Holy mother of God, he hated you so fucking mutch!

He hated how just that insignificant conversation between you two was spinning around in his mind. Even after two days. He hated how you invaded him life like an atrocious wave and took everything away with you, sweeping away his self-control. Five Hargreeves was burning with rage and...something he couldn't name. Those overwhelming and troubled emotions and feelings were bubbling up inside him mind.

And that's when he put an end to it.

Five could barely see a span in front of him because of his anger, everything was red when he marched into the living room. Where he knew you would be. You were always there when you weren't in the your house or Allison and Klaus were out. And when he entered the room, with the energy of a wild animal changing all the air, you looked up from the book you were reading and frowned at Five in question.

The fireplace's flame crackled against your face, illuminating your fine features and contrasting with the color of your skin and red lips. You were absurdly wonderful and him heart gave a jump that almost made him bend forward. And that just made him more angrier.

And wen Five realized, he had already marched up to you, leaned on that fucking couch you were sitting on and sinking your hands to the sides of your face, capturing your lips in a deep, intense, burning kiss. Five kissed you like it was the only thing worth doing, and brought you closer as if it was no longer possible to live without your touch.

And it really wasn't.

Because as soon as he walked away and you gave him a brilliant and magnificent smile, Five realized that it would never be possible to live again if he weren't close to you. If he was not feeling your touch, if he were not seeing your unshakable good mood, hearing your positivism phrases. He just hoped that, just as you saw the good in everything, you saw the good in him too.

Then, when you pulled him by the tie for another kiss, Five discovered the truth: He didn't hate you. He love you. And that revoked absolutely everything.

Five Hargreeves was a possessive, territorial and...needy man. He spent so much time without love and without a real touch that when him body curled up in yours - in every way - Five discovered that he was thirsty for contact. For love, for affection, for passion. He wanted to drunk everything you had to offer, he constantly wanted to feel the warmth of your skin, to lose himself in his private little piece of paradise.

Five had no good times in life, and very few of them contained love or displays of affection, so he just stated to himself all those years that he didn't need any of that. But now, after ten months of dating, watching you in the kitchen filling a cup of coffee in the middle of the night, Five wondered how he managed to get through 25 years without you.

He spent years failing to imagine the love in his life, and now he couldn't live a day without.

Five was an intense man, always had been. Since his temperament, his sarcasm and his courage. He felt things intensely, he just learned to keep them inside him very well. And maybe that's why, while admiring you, he wondered what you two were waiting for.

What were you two waiting for to spend the rest of your life together? What were waiting for to shout to the world that were together? So what if it was only ten months ago? Five would have married you after the fucking third week if you want.

He love you. And his love was intense, deep and overwhelming.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You laughed, approaching the kitchen table he was at.

You sat on the edge of the furniture, your feet not touching the floor, and handed the mug to him. Five kept the half smile on his face as he got up from the chair and moved closer to you, placing him body between your legs and your chest against him.

“As?” He said, voice low, hoarse, as took the mug you offered.

“As... I don't know.” You laughed, slightly flushed “As if I was one of your favorite things in the world” You joked.

But Five wasn’t kidding when he said: “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”

Your heart pounded that second, a bittersweet tingle pricked your eyes and you gave a shaky smile as you lifted your hands up him arms and rested your head on him chest, listening to him heartbeat.

“I love you." You whispered, now hugging his waist.

Then, as if Five had not already hit your sentimentality so deeply with words that made you end up, he wandered his hands down your back and hair and whispered back: “I'm going to marry you one day.”

This time, you had to look up at him, your chin resting on the broad male chest as tears now formed in your eyes more strongly.

“Are you ... are you serious?"

Five's smile was the most genuine and pure you've ever seen. It wasn't a wide, toothy smile, but it was something so sweet and passionate that you felt your heartbeat tune with his.

“Uhum.” He murmured, too lost in the wonderful sensation it was to feel your skin under theirs, to feel the heat of your body.

“Do you really think about a future together?" You were too excited to let it go.

The truth was, you wanted it. You wanted everything with Five. All the craziness, all the stages. wanted him every day.

“You do not?” He still murmured in that sweet tone, with his guard down fully.

His fingers went up gently over your face, brushing a strand of hair out of yours eyes, enjoying every detail of it.

"I do... actually more often than I would like to admit.” You blushed.

"So it's settled.” Five splashed a kiss on your lips, wanting to return quickly to the contemplation of your face.

Now you were confused. “What…?” You lost your breath.

There was so much love in those green eyes, so much devotion, fidelity and affection. Five was swearing eternal love with just one look and you felt your whole body shiver. You loved all versions of Five, all his moods, but there was something about his version with his guard down completely that surrendered you. That would get anything from you. If he asked you to rob a bank with that look, that voice, that body language, you wouldn't have hesitated.

"Assemble a future together.” He still murmured, almost like a purr, spreading some small, soft kisses on your cheeks.

You were stunned, your heart was racing faster by the moment.

“Like…? Do you want to say we live together? ” Oh God, be yes, be yes!

“Whatever you want.” He always gave you everything you wanted “To live together, get married, adopt a cat. Any fucking thing, as long as it's with you, as long as it's something that allows me to sleep with you every night. ”

Now your heart was melted gelatin, tears were already wetting your cheeks and you have never felt so much love in your life. So much passion. It was pure, superb, divine.

You nodded frantically in Yes, unable to speak because of the crying and the lump in your throat. So, to make up for your lack of dialogue, you pulled him into a tender kiss, hoping that Five could feel in that kiss how much you loved him.

“I don’t like to pretend we’re not together.” Five released after the kiss, his forehead against yours.

And when you opened your mouth to say that it was no longer necessary, that you two were going to tell everyone, a very familiar voice came from behind you two, standing at the kitchen door.

“Ooh but there's no way pretend anymore!” It was Klaus, who laughed in amazement as you two both looked in their direction.

All the siblings were there, shocked and amazed. You swore, burying your face in Five's chest while trying not to be ashamed. Five rolled his eyes at the siblings, wrapping his arms around you.

But you can still hear Klaus: "Sooo...when will the wedding date be?"

Distracted — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “shit, i forgot. I'm the one who asked for smut prompts #30, #31, #61 and #96. Could you write them for Five Hargreeves? Thank you! So sorry to spam you with the asks X-X”

Smut prompts :

30. “I’d hold on to something if I were you.”

31. “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”

61. “what would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?”

96. “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem! Reader.

Warnings: smut heavy, NSFW, dirty talk, swearing, degradation. (I was in a bad mood hkjskjs)

Word count: 4k

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

Let me know if you want to be added for a taglist for a specific fandom (Criminal Minds, The Umbrella Academy, Riverdale, Roman Godfrey, or all)

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. It was explicit, hanging from his chest on a giant sign that said: “ABANDONATE THE HOPES IF YOU ENTER HERE.” And he knew that.

Inside his body he housed a sarcastic, explosive and sulky soul, with no patience for half the world. Everything about him exuded a dangerous, authoritarian, arrogant energy, mixed with distilled look that have always been able to subdue anyone.

Five is the type of man who, while everyone dreams of easy solutions, he knows that if he wants something to be done he will have to do it himself. He likes a hunting, taking the lead in any situation, having no problem breaking rules to make things happen.

And he was perfectly comfortable with that. Taking control of his world. Until, of course, you show up. Taking the key to his Olympus as if it had always belonged to you.

You were the one thing that Five Hargreeves couldn't subdue. He was unable to impose to you his reputation as a man who should not be challenged. Because that was exactly how the world saw Five. Like a man you don't challenge. Even his siblings realized, after a certain point, that it was not advisable to play with him.

But, apparently against all common sense, none of this had an effect on you.

You were not afraid, or pondering your words. You rolled your eyes at the things he said, mocked his arrogance and always looked at him with a combination of a smile and a look that, holy mother of God, Five hated. It was the typical expression that said: “ I know a lot more than you do, but I will be quiet because you are not worth my time.”

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But you raised it to stratospheric proportions.

It was completely exasperating, outstanding, you were a brat who didn't hear the voice of an adult, so used to being daddy's little girl. Because that was how he saw you. You were only 24 age while he was 30. It was expected that you heard him! But no. You did not give a damn.

“If you listened to me and chose the Colombian, that wouldn't be so bad!” Five scolded again.

This was the twentieth time he had said that to you.

There was a routine with the Hargreeves siblings: you brought coffee on Mondays, since you passed a great coffee shop on the way. Diego was responsible for bringing Japanese food on Wednesdays, Luther for Indian food on Fridays and Klaus for pizzas on Saturdays. It was a banal thing, but it brought a comforting feeling of, no matter how not anyone would admit, tradition.

But it was obvious that you had to piss Five off on that too.

“And I already said that they don't do the Colombian before ten in the morning.” You passed the page of a magazine you were reading, ignoring his tantrum.

“And you can't wait ?!”

This time you looked up at Five, giving a mocking expression.

“Oh, forgive me, your majesty. I will delay my journey just because your eexcellency wants Colombian coffee.” You laughed, turning your attention to the magazine.

Five felt the tips of his ears heat up, the fingers of his hands go white from the force that he clenched his fists. You were so fucking annoying!

"You are unbearable." He said, because he saw no other way to express the hateful little monster you were.

You looked up at him again. “Serious? Me? You are the one who is complaining about not getting your blend coffee.” You turned your attention to the magazine “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

What?! Fucking what?!

Five opened his mouth in bewilderment, now anger rising up his neck. How dare you, fuck?! You were younger than him!

"What did you say?!" He repeated, his voice low but deep, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

You didn't take your attention away from the magazine by replying: “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

Oh, no. Oh fucking no.

Five slammed the coffee travel cup on the kitchen counter, walked over to you and closed your magazine brutally. You looked at him indignantly.

"What a fuck ..."

But Five didn't give you time to finish. He stuck both hands in your arms, forcing you to get up from the chair so quickly that the object fell to the floor. He pushed you back, lifting you up and making you sit at the wooden table, his eyes still on fire with your words.

"Child, isn't it ?!” He snarled, spreading your knees with his hands, settling his body still standing between your legs.

You were wide-eyed. Looking at him in amazement. Your heart was pounding in your chest so hard that you thought Five would be able to hear it, while your breath had been lost somewhere between the path from your lung to your nose.

Holy shit.

It was no secret that Five Hargreeves was gorgeous. This was not an opinion, it was a fact. With midnight hair, emerald green eyes and alabaster skin, it was not surprising that he was able to steal his breath wherever he went. And you were not immune to his charm. To be honest, you never thought it would be.

But the difference between you and the girls who fell at his feet was that ... well, you practically lived with the guy every day. You had been friends with Klaus for two years, and as a result you ended up becoming friends with the brothers and captivating them. It was almost atypical that you weren't with them. So, as a result, you ended up having time with Five too.

And, truth be told, it destroyed your will to want to impress him. As was common whenever see someone beautiful. Five Hargreeves was, in every way, arrogant. Irritating. Unbearable. Maybe it was your lust mixed with irritability, but you decreed that you didn't like him. That you would never want to fall into his bed.

Well…until now.

Until he accommodates his fucking tall, lean, firm body in the middle of your legs. Until his hands are glued to your arms in a touch of fire. Until your heart was racing like never before.

"You called me a child, didn't you?"

You wouldn't be able to answer anything in that second, even if your life depended on it. So you just nodded, a slow, cautious nod, like prey looking at hunter.

"I will show you my age!"

Five kissed you. In a way that no one had kissed you before. It was something hungry, angry, full of lust and with a desire that made you sigh softly. His hands were still on your legs, coming down to the back of your knees and pulling you firmly forward, sticking your whole body against his in a possessive way. His tongue invaded your mouth without waiting for an invitation, renouncing everything you had to offer as his.

That was a really kiss.

You put your hands on the back of his neck, running your fingers over the silky, black strands, letting your body be pressed against his as if you had been waiting for it a lifetime. Five pulled your legs closer, guiding you to close them around his hips and, once you did, his hands, determined and hungry, roam the sides of your body possessively.

"Five ..." a groan cut off your speech when his hands clung to your waist, pressing the hard and firm member to your core covered in the thin legging pants you wore.

"You already moaning and I haven't even touched you yet." His voice was overwhelmingly arrogant, full of amusement and convincing.

You were going to answer, because you weren't the kind of girl who kept quiet with a tease, but Five's hands made your waist roll around handily against his member, and a louder groan interrupted any line of reasoning you had.

“Oh, how adorable.” He scoffed, lowering his mouth to your neck and closing a hickey where pulse was “I wonder how the moaning will be when I do ...”

His right hand moved up to the inside of your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles until he got to where you needed it most. “This.” Then he forced the movements where your clitoris was covered.

Your groan was louder than you would like to admit. The air became caustic, rarefied, the atmosphere became something breathtaking, claustrophobic, poignant. And, before you know it, it was already a wet clay in his hands.

Five Hargreeves had won. He had you exactly where him wanted.

Your moans grew louder when he tuned his thumb movements together with his pelvis movements against you. Your hands tightened on the back of his neck, your teeth closed on your lower lip in order to contain the volume, and your breathing was shaky. Your hips pushed against him, the thin leggings being smeared by the arousal that oozed from you, and as soon as his hand was only an inch away, you followed it with your hips.

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” Five played with the voice at the bottom of your ear.

You pulled the air against your teeth, whimpering, wanting anything he could give you.

“I bet ...” his lips slid under your skin without kissing, just making you wish, up to your lips and hovering there, a sigh away “If I asked you to take your clothes off and let me fuck you in this table like a good whore, you would gladly do. It is not?”

His free hand went to your face, taking a stir of your hair out of your eyes and placing it behind your ear. You were unable to contain the moan, closing your eyes tightly for a second, trying to contain how much your body screamed.

"Y-yes." You whined.

“Good." Five sprinkled a kiss on your lips before walking away.

You opened your eyes, your chest rising and falling with your heaving breath, your legs shaking. Your body screamed in protest at the separation, and you sent him a confused and inquiring look.

“You will learn who is in charge here." Five gave you a sly smile. "I'm only going to fuck you when you understand this."

Then he turned his back on you, took the coffee and disappeared in the blue flash.

This son of fucking bitch!

- - -

You were angry and frustrated. To say the least. Your body was on fire and mind replayed that day over and over in your head. It had been four days since Five's little exploits in the kitchen, and, to be honest, not only had he started the teasing.

Five gave you malicious and discreet smiles, gestured a lot more with his hands when he spoke just to remind you of what they could do. He hovered his body close to your whenever possible, brushing his shoulder against your, his hand gently on your back when he needed to pass beside you. His fingers even slid under your thigh under the table when you were having dinner. It was always like that.

And you were already crazy.

In the beginning, you sent him and their little game go to hell. He was not going to get what he wanted. But as the days went by, and Five started to touch you more often, the fire inside you burst, and it felt a lot less... torture if you just... gave in. The thought of sleeping with someone else just to appease that didn't bring you the same euphoria, you didn't just want sex, you wanted Five.

You knew he was playing with you. Just wanted you to give a sign that you were surrendering, so that he could give you what you wanted.

And after seven days, you gave in.

It was Monday, your mood was already an angry monster, but this time, you arrived a little later.

“Y/n, you are lateeeeee.” Klaus sang from the kitchen, biting off a large chunk of whatever it was before he sat down.

Vayna, Luther and Five were also at the table. Vayna and Luther talking about nothing important and Five reading a book under metaphysics.

"Traffic."

You lied, placing the tray of coffees in the middle of the table. Five and Luther were the first to get, Vayna still getting used to coffee addiction.

“Allison and I are going to watch something today. Why don't you come with us? ” You sat next to Klaus, throwing one leg over his.

"Is it going to be in the cinemove?”

He denied “In the living room, you can sleep here after."

You shrugged. “Okay.”

"Did you go to a different coffee shop?" Luther raised his eyebrows, having just swallowed his coffee.

“No, why?”

“It tastes different.” He drank some more.

“It is Colombian.” You put the cards on the table, in a game that only you and Five knew.

You didn't look at him, but you could feel his eyes on you and a sly, malicious smile brushing the right side of his mouth. That was the only interaction that you felt Five driving you that day. The hours had passed and it was already one in the morning when the movie in the mansion's ended. It was not atypical you slept in the mansion, the guest room was almost called “your room” at that time. But there was… there was something different this time.

As you unbuttoned your pants, with the night breeze coming in through the window, you thought that maybe it was because you never slept there having feelings for one of the siblings. So impure feelings. There was something about sleeping under the same roof as Five that made you ... nervous. But as soon as you removed the piece and placed it on the bed, the blue flash flashed behind you.

Your whole body went tense, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and your heart was racing as if, suddenly, you had just returned from a marathon. You swallowed, the heat of his body hitting your back, while his hand went up your arm gently.

"You are such a good girl." Five's voice made your legs tremble, the butterflies in your stomach roll.

In this moment, feeling things that you never thought you would be able to feel, you wished always were a good girl for him.

"Did you do that for me?" His mouth joined the pice of your shoulder and neck.

You knew he knew he did, but the bastard wanted to hear it from you. Five wanted you to confirm that he had won.

“Yes” You whispered, the moonlight allowing you to see when his hand went down to your belly, playing with the cos of your dark blue panties.

"I knew you would be a good girl for me."

Then, taking you by surprise, Five pushed your chest onto the bed, bending you over, pulling your hips towards his with the other hand. You sighed when you felt his already hard member hit your pussy just covered by thin panties, now wet with your mess. Your hands closed on the sheet, your heart almost screaming in relief at the contact of his body behind you.

God, you wanted him so fucking much...

“What am I supposed to do with you?” Hargreeves reflected on a rhetorical question, his hands sliding over your surrendered body, squeezing your flesh with a force that would leave marks.

You whimpered, rolling your hips over his member. "Please"

“What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?” Five slapped your left cheek.

You moaned softly, tightening the sheet, your body refusing to remain an inch away from him. Your hips needed more from Five's, your whimpers increasing as he took off your panties and ran his fingers through your wet folds.

"Five!" You moaned louder, biting your lip as he played with your entrance.

"Should I just fuck you with my fingers?" He caused your entry with two digits "Or with my dick?"

You were an incoherent mess, days of denial and desire that burned arthrosis in your body.

"Answer me!" Five slapped you again, this time louder, more grotesque, making you cry out.

"Y-your dick!" You tried to say, “P-please. Fuck me with your dick, please. ”

You were desperate, that was the truth. Desperate for contact, desperate for touch. Desperate for anything that Five Hargreeves could want from you. Anything he wanted to give you.

"Hard?" His voice was now dark, slightly wicked.

“Y-yes! Please!”

Then Five stuck his hand to the back of your neck, curling his fingers in your hair and pulling your face up, making you face the ceiling as he leaned over and snarled at your neck:

"How hard?"

"Give me all!" You begged “Please, Sir. Give me all."

That title seemed to drive him out of his mind. Because the only thing you had in response was the sound of his belt falling to the floor and the rustle of his pants and boxers down, his right hand never leaving your hair. You groaned in anticipation, tears pricking your eyes from the desire that had accumulated so long when you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance.

Five lowered his mouth to your ear, holding his hand more in your hair as he said: "I’ d hold on to something if I were you. "

Then he entered you. Hard, rough, wild. Opening all your walls and spreading your abundant liquid all over his dick. You opened your mouth in a silent scream, your nails etched hard on the sheet, tears streaming from your eyes without warning. Five gave you just a few seconds to settle for his size, starting to beat inside you at a relentless pace.

This time you screamed. Your heart pounding in chest, your pussy pulsing around Five with so much desperation that you heard him moan and curse behind you. The pace was rough, heavy, wild and full of lust. He fucked you like a rabid animal, devouring everything you had to offer, filling every last inch of you. The sound was of pornographic moans and bodies clashing with arrogance, filling the entire mansion with sounds that would not be forgotten.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, pushing your ass to Five at the same rate, making he hit the deepest spot inside you.

“Fucking such good slut!” He dumped one more slap on your ass, freeing his hand from your hair and joining both of them at your waist, pulling you towards him in an heavy rhythm.

Each thrust was an electric current poured into your body, excitement running down your thighs and melting both of you. Five groaned louder, leaning over and biting your shoulder, clenching his fingers aggressively against the innocent skin on your waist.

“I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.” Five blew in your ear, receiving a loud groan in return, as yours tears flowed.

Your pussy tightened around his dick, pulsing in such a tight way for he.

"Oh, would you like that?" He teased you, feeling your walls tighten again. “I bet you would love to everbody see the slut you are to me. ”

"Sir!" You screamed, throwing your head forward, pressing your forehead to the sheet as you sobbed.

"Answer!" One more slap.

"Y-yes! I-I like could show that I'm your slut! ” You sobbed.

Five came out of you, making you whimper loudly in frustration. He turned you over on the bed, placing you in the center as he climbed on top of you, settling in between your legs and entering without warning again. You screamed, sinking your face into his neck as your legs closed around his waist, pulling his deep into you.

"Such a good bitch."

Five felt your limit riding fast, leaving you more breathless, tearful and desperate. You no longer measured the volume of your moans, your hands clenching your nails on his back, your waist rolling around to make him inside deeper.

"S-sir!" Then, without being able to control yourself anymore, you exploded. Came in long streams of broken moans and shaky breathing.

Your head fell on the pillow, your chest arching while you were on top of the climax. Five groaned at the scene, his limit being your expression of pure ecstasy. He sank in you as anatomically as possible, filling you with the hot liquid that overflowed from inside you.

You were both panting, sweaty and tired. Five let himself relax on top of you, partially loosening his weight, still stirring a few strokes to ensure that you had welcomed all his cum.

"Good girl." He praised you, giving you a small kiss on the neck, stepping out of you and rolling to your side on the bed.

"That was ... wow." You laughed softly, trying to catch your breath.

Hargreeves laughed too, taking the time to get out of bed, looking for the boxers and pants. You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly not knowing what to do or what to say. Your heart sank at the thought of him leaving, and your mouth was faster than your common sense in saying:

"Wait!"

Five turned to you, his brows furrowed in question as he buttoned his black pants.

"Can you ... could you ... stay?" You took a chance, your cheeks quivering under Five's intense gaze that never left you.

But, instead of the denial you were expecting, his eyebrows furrowed even more in doubt.

“But I am not leaving.” He said it as if it was obvious.

Did you blink a few times “No?”

“I was just going to get a towel to clean you up. There are certain things that I don’t like do naked.”

You opened your mouth to answer, a little shocked, but Five disappeared in the blue flash only to appear a second later, with a towel in hand. You sank into your own shame, muttering softly to yourself in incoherent sounds, you let Five clean you up.

“Did you think I was leaving?” He scoffed when he finished, looking at you with that smug look.

You rolled your eyes, turning to the side on the bed, your back to him.

"No." You mumbled.

Five laughed, settling better on the bed. "Come here." He said, patting his chest.

And, well, as much as you would like to consider yourself a rebellious girl, you did. Turning to him again, you snuggled into his body, laying your head on his chest while Five pulled the blanket up to cover the two of you.

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But at that moment, with you, you did not fail to notice the lazy and caring circles he made on your shoulder with his thumb.

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“We were always calling ourselves the ‘Scooby Doo’ gang, like we were Daphne and Velma and Shaggy and Fred.” — Maya Hawke

STRANGER THINGS 4 + Scooby Doo

YOU’RE A MILF AND I’M A MOTHERFUCKER- L.LAYFEYSON

Pairing:  Neighbour! Loki x Milf! Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: the crush for your hot neighbour grows at an alarming rate the more you spend time with him. once the kids go to bed and its lights out, you find out he has a crush on you too. a reallll big one. 

Warnings: SMUT, petnames, teasing, tit play, marking, possessive kink, daddy kink, dumbification kink, praise kink, idiots in love, breeding kink 0_0

Note: loki is that hot mystery boy next door except he is not a boy he is a 6′5 grown ass man who wears those white button downs everyday and rolls up the sleeves. I MADE HIM SO SWEET HERE BC CAN U IMAGINE HIM WITH KIDS OR AS A DAD?!!! SO CUTE. also this gif makes me so horny idccc! as always, enjoy babes<3

-claire bear

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You’re my best view (part 2) | Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You fulfill your promise and take polaroids for your boyfriend

Word count: 1.6k

Warning: nudity? 

A/N: This ended up being so much longer than planned and I’m not even sorry. It’s also the type of girlfriend I am, but that’s bc I’m an artsy bitch 

Part one

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It’s been three weeks since you mentioned it and it’s been three weeks of Eddie asking you when you’d do that damn polaroid you promised him.

The day had finally come.

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“i want to hear you say it” | e.m.

✿ pairing: eddie munson + fem! reader

✿ universe: Stranger Things

✿ word count: 1.5k

✿ summary: eddie hears reader call him a mean name and things get angsty and smutty real quick.

✿ content warnings: unprotected sex, bullying, VERY light degradation kink, breeding kink, mention of drugs

✿ author note: let me know if y’all like this and want more eddie smut! also, requests are open and the link can be found in my bio !! thanks <33

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it was a close call. yesterday, after school, i was sure nobody saw me get in eddie’s van but low and behold, some little freshman with curly hair did and told steve harrington who told robin buckley who told the entire marching band who told jason and his cronies in retaliation from their bullying. it was a disaster. i had my head down and i was unloading things into my bag from my locker. i heard footsteps and suddenly, my locker slammed shut.

“i heard you were hanging out with eddie munson.”

“what? no. of course not. why would you even think that?”

my face was turning red and it boiled as jason said the worst thing he could have possibly said,

“well. here he comes. let’s just ask him?”

i turned around to see him. he looked confused, and slightly annoyed to see jason with me.

“hey, munson. heard you were messing with (y/n) here. is that true?”

he looked at me and saw my eyes pleading for him to lie. this visibly saddened him.

“who? (y/n)? i’ve never even talked to her. is she interested in joining hellfire?”

jason laughed.

“well are you?” he looked at me

in the haze of the decision, i let it slip.

“no. i would never. get away from me, freak.”

i regretted it as soon as it came out of my mouth and i had to run away. eddie’s face was stuck— in a weird mix of anger and hurt. jason was laughing and i just ran. i ran into the bathroom stall and cried. i heard vomiting in the stall next to me and i wiped my eyes and left. i saw a stressed out freshman with ginger hair and wondered if everyone was having just as bad a day as i was.

***

the bell rang and i sprinted. i was too late, though— eddie’s van was already speeding down the street.i was sure he was listening to ozzy and i wondered what he looked like at that very moment. i just decided i didn’t care anymore. so i drug my body into my car and drove the familiar, forbidden path to eddie’s trailer. the van was already parked and he was inside when i got there. i knocked on the door and he opened it.

“get away from me, freak.”

he had obviously been crying and it tore my heart apart.

“eddie. please. i didn’t mean it.”

“you said it.”

“eddie just no—“

the door started to shut.

“please let me come in. we need to talk about it.”

“why should i?”

“because i love you.”

“you love me? freak eddie munson? why even would you?”

he retreated into the trailer and i followed him. several things were scattered and broken on the floor and i wondered how badly this must have hurt him. i grabbed his arm and shouted

“please! let me prove it to you!”

he turned around now and something about his disposition had changed. before i knew it, he had me against the wall of his trailer. both of my hands were held above my head with just one of his and his other hand had my jaw forcing me to look at him.

“i want to hear you say it.” he whispered into my ear

“say… what?”

“tell me how much of a freak i am, sweetheart.”

he had his left hand inched up my skirt and he was pulling down my underwear

“y-you’re not.”

with little warning or preparation, he forced two of his fingers inside of me.

“oh, but i am. you know that and you like it, don’t you?”

he started at a ruthless and brutal pace. i began a long, string of moans that would continue until he let up. he kissed me, then. my fears started to dissipate and i knew if i could just give myself to him, he’d know the truth.

“let’s see how loud this freak can make you scream, hmm sweetheart?”

i wasn’t going to last long. his long, thick fingers were covered in rings that were groping my right breast and thrusting in and out of my pussy. his lips were marking little shapes on my neck. the occasional bite of my bottom lip only furthered it. i already felt my first orgasm approaching.

“oh, oh, eddie. i’m-i’m going to—“

“oh sweetheart, you’re going to cum so soon? how pathetic— you can’t even last for me.”

i was cumming within a matter of seconds and he never stopped, if anything he went harder. eventually, he pulled out of me and stuck his fingers in his mouth. he let out a low, groan at the taste.

“mmm. so fucking sweet. go get on my bed, sweetheart.”

he released his grip on my arms that were still above my head and i almost fell over.

“my sweet baby. so fucked out, you can’t even stand up straight. and to think, i haven’t even had my way with you yet.”

he held me and guided me into his bedroom. at this point, it was almost frightening to think about the amount of things i would let him do to me. i felt purely and utterly like i belonged to him. he laid me down on the bed with my face up and back lying on the mattress. he brought my knees up so they were bent and spread them. he situated himself between my thighs and kissed the side of my knees. i felt his kisses trail nearer and nearer to my heat. i began to get goosebumps at the anticipation and he began to gently massage my hips. it was moments like this that reminded me how soft and loving he was. to constrast my thoughts, he jumped straight into sucking my clit. taking breaks only to run his tongue through my folds and gather all the juices. he mumbled against my pussy,

“you’re fucking ecstasy, baby.”

i had my hands in his hair, grinding on his face. he ate me like it was his favorite hobby. the moans started increasing in volume and i could feel his smirk. to add on, he began toying with my clit. once again, i was beginning to collapse.

“that’s it, baby. hawkins high freak can get you like this? what does that make you?”

i was writhing underneath him, about to lose it.

“i asked you a question, sweetheart.”

“yours! it makes me yours!”

i screamed it out, exasperated before cumming on his face. i was panting, hands tangled in his curls and thighs dripping. eddie, on the other hand, came back up to me with the biggest toothiest smile and a glistening chin covered in proof of our exchange. he kissed me and allowed a bit more softness to shine through.

“are you up for one more, sweetie? we can stop if you’re tired.”

“not until you’re 100% satisfied. after all, this was supposed to be me making it up to you.”

and then in an instant, it was gone. his face went hard.

“so take it.”

he pushed inside of me all at once. he was big, in width and length. heat welled up in my eyes and i balled my fists. he, somehow, fucked me harder than he had with his fingers.

“so, so tight.” he would moan

eddie was always a mess when he started fucking me— saying a slew of curses and losing himself in me. as he thrusted, his curls brushed against my face and i leaned up to kiss him. i thought it wouldn’t be possible for me to cum again, but with his body rocking in and out me and his eyes seal shut, i knew i would.

“it’s so hard to last in you, sweetie. you’re so good for me.”

he used his hand to brush the sweat off my forehead and hair out of my face while i was once again, cumming on him.

“eddie. eddie, please cum in me.”

“oh, really, sweetie? want me to cum in you and get you pregnant. then everyone will know why you’ve been getting in my van.”

the thought of this and the sight of my begging sent him over the edge. it took him only three hard and slow thrusts to be cumming himself. he lay on top of me for a moment to collect his breath. he showered my face and the purple marks on my body with kisses before pulling out and crashing next to me on the bed. i lay my head on his chest and felt the warmth of our naked bodies welded together.

“(y/n)… i love you with every fiber of my being and i’d do anything for you. if you dont feel the same way, just tell me. but i want you to know that i will love you forever, and not just til we graduate or until we get ugly and old. it will be always.”

“i’m going to tell everyone, eddie. tell them that i love freak eddie munson with my entire heart and we’re getting married and having babies.”

Teach Me [Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader]

Summary: Eddie notices you watching him in class and asks you for your help.

TW/CW: Smut, 18+ only, minors DNI. Thigh riding, grinding, fingering, PIV, ring-kink, mutual pining, idiots in love, possessive!eddie toward the end

A/N: I am down horrendously for this man, your honor

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Ms. O'Donnel's class was kind of a bitch. Even you had to admit it, and you did pretty well for yourself in school.

You had been stealing glances at Eddie Munson all year-- the older, charming, slightly dangerous but all-too-fluffy dungeon master with the best damn hair you'd ever seen.

You came from different worlds and two obviously opposite ends of the social spectrum. Eddie was loud and loved to make a scene, putting his humor on display for any and everyone with no regrets. Whereas you tried to stay to yourself and avoid human interaction to the best of your ability.

That didn't stop what was once your little spark of interest with Eddie from turning into a full on wildfire; vibrant flames that were fanned every time you saw that devilish grin of his.

You had to work hard to avert your eyes as he drummed on his notebook with his pencil, twirling the ends of his hair with his free hand. You'd look away successfully, just to feel your eyes slowly drifting back to him moments later.

His rings caught your eye this time as he played with his hair, the different silver bands catching the sunlight as his fingers bent and twirled around the strands of hair. You had to swallow back the audible gasp that rose in your throat when he suddenly turned his head and caught you staring.

You quickly looked down at your desk, scribbling nonsense in your notebook as if you'd been working away the whole class period - not daydreaming about his ring-clad fingers being wrapped around your throat.

You could feel your heart ramming against your ribcage as you willed the bell to ring, granting you a sweet escape into the sea of people that would flood the hallways, hiding you from the piercing doe eyes that were burning into you now.

You glanced back up momentarily to find Eddie still looking at you, a cheeky smirk sitting perfectly on his face. You blinked a few times, suddenly forgetting how to look away.

Hi he mouthed as Ms. O'Donnel drawled on about the book report assignment, rushing to push out details before the final bell rang.

You lifted your hand and waved discreetly as your cheeks began to burn.

His smile grew wider as he admired your shyness, something Eddie absolutely adored about you.

The bell rang and you thanked the Gods, hurrying to shove your books in your bag and get the hell out of there. You managed to slip out of the class before anyone else, speed walking to your locker to put your things away despite your first thought to just lug it all home to save time.

You shut the locker, your heart practically leaping from your chest as Eddie stood propped against the lockers behind it. You let out a small yelp that sent a chuckle straight through him.

"Didn't mean to scare you," he said as he watched you with an amused grin. "I'm Eddie. We have English together," he says as he motions down the hall.

"Yeah, I know," you say hesitantly. "I'm-"

"Y/N," he finishes for you as he shakes your hand slowly, his cold rings pressing into your hand. "I know," he says as he squints his eyes with a grin.

Your name falling from his lips was a melody you could listen to on repeat. You were a little shocked that he knew your name, but the thought quickly vanished as your focus turned to how intently he was watching you.

You realize you're standing there like an idiot so you throw your bag over your shoulder, trying to appear less like a star-struck loser.

"Well, have a good day," You say awkwardly as you walk past him, taking a deep breath as you feel your nerve endings singe.

"Hey, wait up!" he calls as he jogs up next to you, walking with you down the hall to the large double doors to freedom.

You looked up at him with expectant eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Listen, I'm uh... I'm tanking O'Donnel's class. I really need a D so I can graduate next month," he says quietly, almost with shame in his voice. "Could we, I don't know, maybe study together? This book report is going to kick my ass,"

You stopped in your tracks as you stood outside of the school now, looking up as the sun beamed down on Eddie's frizzy hair. Of course he just wanted help with English. Now that made sense to you.

"Well, I guess I'm free... sure. Why not?" You say, looking down at your sneakers. What did you have to lose?

Eddie burst into an obnoxiously adorable display of excitement, jumping up on the ledge of the stairs to take a victory stance with his arms thrown in the air.

Your eyes were wide as you looked around, feeling the curious, judgmental looks of your peers on you now.

Eddie hopped back down and placed his hand on your back to lead you away from the busy entrance. "Shit, sorry," he whispered as he tried to shield you. You tried to hide the effect it had on you as you felt warmth travel through your whole body.

"Yours or mine?" Eddie asked, turning to walk backwards as he pulled a cigarette out and placed it between his lips to light it. "My uncle is away for a few days, so my place is pretty quiet."

You nodded, a nervousness creeping up the back of your neck when you thought of being alone with him. You mentally shook it out. No, you were just going to study. Eddie smiled as he pulled his keys from his pocket to jingle them, jerking his head to point toward his van.

"M'lady," he said with a dramatic bow as he opened the passenger side door to let you in. You couldn't help but smile, which made Eddie's entire day.

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"So you're tellin' me this man slayed a dragon just to die like right after?" Eddie asked with exasperation, sat on his bed with books and papers scattered all around the both of you.

You giggled and shrugged your shoulders. "Something like that. Maybe we should read it again," you mused as he cocked his head to the side, observing the way your eyes squinted when you smiled really big.

You look up from your copy of Beowulf to catch him staring, the smile dropping from your face as you realized you were sitting in Eddie Munson's bed... With Eddie Munson. It was surreal, to say the least.

"Thanks again for your help," Eddie said as he put his pencil down and stretched, the hem of his Hellfire Club shirt lifting to show his lower belly. You glanced away shyly as you pretended not to notice his happy trail.

You felt a sudden wave of confidence hit as your curiosity nagged in the back of your mind. "So why did you ask me to help you?"

Eddie smiled, looking down at his hands as he spun his rings.

"You're smart..." he said lowly, leaving it open like he had more to add. You waited, and he obliged. "And you're fascinating."

You felt your cheeks heating up again, looking away from him. "I'm not fascinating," you said with a soft laugh.

You felt movement on the bed as Eddie slid his books and papers out of the way, shifting closer to you.

"Look at me," he said firmly, and you looked because, well, he told you to.

"You are fascinating. And you're beautiful. And you are all the things you tell yourself you're not," Eddie said with a raised eyebrow, as if he wasn't backing down until you agreed with him.

You struggled to maintain eye contact as you felt embarrassment rising to your cheeks once again.

He reaches out to place his hand on your face, furrowing his brow when you flinch at first.

"You okay?" He asks softly as you nod, leaning into his touch.

And with that, he leans forward on his knees, pulling you toward him gently to capture your lips in a longing kiss. You feel your head spin with intoxication and yearning, greed filling your senses as you want more, need more.

A soft moan leaves your throat as you lean up on your knees now, pressing your body into his as he wraps his arm firmly around your waist to hold you there.

You break the kiss as you look over his face, his eyes heavy with want as his other hand loses itself in your hair.

"I can't tell you how long I've wanted this," you whisper as he presses a kiss to your jawline.

"God, me too," he says lowly as he kisses your lips again, his fingers running down the side of your neck.

You feel your core tightening as he holds you tightly, his tongue pushing past your teeth to dive into your mouth, swirling around your own as you feel arousal pooling in between your thighs.

Eddie slowly sinks back onto the bed, pulling you down with him so that you're laying on his chest.

He pulls away to run his thumb over your swollen bottom lip, his eyes darker now as you feel his cock hardening against your hip.

"So pretty," he says as he brushes your hair from your face, his eyes scanning over your features. "What's a girl like you doing with a guy like me anyway?" He says with a hushed laugh.

You sigh as you instinctively grind your hips against his, watching as his eyes roll back momentarily.

"Whatever," you laugh, shaking your head as he bucks his hips, grinding his clothed erection against your throbbing cunt, as if to punish you for your comeback.

"You're out of my league, sweetheart. I had no idea I even had a shot with you," he said as you rolled your hips again, a groan slipped out of his throat and his fingers digging into your hips to hold you against him.

"I'm just... shy," you say as you look down at your hands bracing against his chest.

"I know. It's hot," he says with a smirk as he pulls you down to kiss you with vehemence, flipping you over on to your back.

You feel impatient as he slides his knee in between your legs, pushing your skirt up and granting you access to grind down on his thigh. You wiggle your hips, anxious for friction but still feel that empty ache you desperately need him to fill.

"Touch me, Eddie... Please," you whisper, grasping his shirt as you look up into his eyes.

"I don't want to push you too far," he says lowly as his eyes scan your body now. "God, I want you... I don't know if I'll be able to control myself,"

You grab his hand and slide it into your skirt, pressing his fingers against your wetness as you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut.

"I don't want you to," you huff as your eyes gaze up at him sweetly.

It drives Eddie crazy, watching you pleasure yourself with his hand. His mouth falls open as you moan, pressing his digits down on your clit.

"We're gonna have so much fun together, princess," he says as he circles his fingers against your bud, his cock throbbing in his pants.

Eddie's lips crash into yours as he slips his fingers further into your folds, spreading your juices down so he can easily slip a finger inside of you.

"Fuck," you gasp as you throw your head back against the pillow, granting him perfect access to your throat. He sucks a purple bruise into the side, biting gently as he releases the skin, pumping his finger in and out of you at a rhythmic pace.

You reach down and clumsily fumble with his pants button and zipper until you finally make enough room to venture inside and grab ahold of him, hard and throbbing at your touch.

Eddie hisses as you squeeze the base before pumping your fist up and down slowly one time.

"Do you have a condom?" You ask, Eddie quickly nodding as he leans over to find one in his night stand.

He leans back to kick his jeans off before rolling on the contraceptive, an erotic display as he fists his own length a few times to stretch out the latex.

His eyes meet yours again as he gazes down at you: a panting, anticipating mess laid before him. With your skirt pushed up around your waist, he helps you slip off your panties before tossing them off to the side somewhere and letting out a shaky exhale as he leans down above you.

"You okay?" He asks, searching your face with his lovely doe eyes.

You admire his softness, nodding quickly as you pull him in for a kiss. He presses his forehead against yours as he slides into you, gripping the sheets with his supporting hand as your hot, wet entrance swallows his cock.

You gasp as he stretches you open, a mix of pleasure and pain that makes your head fuzzy. Eddie moans lowly as he fills you, lowering his torso down against yours as he bottoms out. He stays still, letting you adjust to him as he slides his arms under your back to hold you.

"You're so tight, baby," he pants, trying hard to keep still so he doesn't rush you before you're ready. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, Eddie, please don't stop" you whine, shifting your hips to feel him move slightly.

Eddie shudders as your walls clench around him, gently moving his hips to see if you're in pain. You squeeze his shoulders, letting out a sound of pleasure that rips straight through his core.

He finally starts to thrust into you, groaning as he pulls out and stuffs himself back in, unable to be still any longer.

He sets a pace that makes you want to drool, lazily snapping his hips so he goes deep deep deeper each time, pulling you onto his cock with his grip on the back of your neck.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asks with a low growl, his eyes roaming your parted mouth and heavy eyelids. "Hm? I saw you watching me in class," he continues, clenching his jaw as he quickens his pace, pulling louder moans from your chest. "But you weren't just watching me... you wanted me, didn't you? You wanted me inside of you, princess?"

You cry out as he slams into you the deepest he has yet, piercing your cunt as he nudges your g-spot, forcing you to see stars as he kisses you jawline. "My sweet, shy girl... not so shy now, are you?"

"Eddie, I- I'm gonna cum," you whimper, your nails digging into his shoulder blades as he pounds you into his mattress.

Eddie lets out a chuckle as he watches you with awe, writhing beneath him. He pumps harder, your eyes rolling back as he tests you to see what makes you tick. "You want it harder, baby?"

You whimper a yes, unable to form anything coherent as you wrap your legs around his hips to get him in even further. He slips an arm under your knee, hooking your leg up over his elbow as he slides even deeper, hitting you at an angle that makes you want to cry.

He's railing you now as you snake your hands into his gorgeous hair, pulling his head back as he lets out a deep groan, encouraging him as he slams his hips into yours.

"That's it, princess, cum all over me," he says as he slips his hand down to play with your clit, his thumb expertly rubbing circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You force your eyes open to look at him, his jaw clenched as he thrusts in and out of you wildly, his eyes focused on your pussy as he watches himself fuck you with knitted brows.

He glances up to see you staring, sliding his free hand up around your throat. You gasp as his cool rings press in against your warm skin, cutting off just enough air that you feel dizzy. You feel your whole body tense as your pussy locks around him, your thighs trembling as you cry out his name.

"Oh shit!" He gasps as your cunt clamps around him. He growls something unintelligible as his thrusts become erratic and sloppy, stopping as he rams into you a final time, shooting his hot load into the condom.

He falls down on top of you as his moans mix with heavy panting, carefully shifting his weight so he doesn't crush you. He lifts his head after a moment, his big eyes glazed over with post-orgasmic bliss as he looks at you.

"That was fun," he says with a chuckle.

"You need help with any other classes?" You ask breathlessly as Eddie breaks into laughter, his head falling back down on your chest. You both giggle as you brush your fingers through his hair.

"You can teach me whatever, whenever," he says as he looks back up at you. You watch as his smile fades, his face becoming more serious as he examines your face.

"Be mine."

Your breath catches in your throat as you give him an appalled look. "What?" You ask with an awkward laugh, thinking he had to be joking.

"Be mine, princess," He says again, his eyes looking over you with possession.

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End ♡

Not a god damn word from me ...

ASTRONOMICALLY DOWN BAD .

i have been obsessed with the idea of eddie calling reader "sweet thing" and being like, so soft with her

baby this is the one!! i hope this was a request cos i had things to say <3

"Hey, sweet thing." 

You know who it is before you turn around, attuned to the dulcet tone of Eddie Munson's flirting drawl. 

"Eddie," you greet, gifted with the sight of his lopsided grin, his messy dark hair as he ducks inside the club room. 

The zippers are open on the sleeves of his leather jacket, exposing small silvers of his arms, the very edge of his puppeteer tat. He shuts the door behind him before striding in, his scent awaft as he sits down in the chair beside yours. He should sit at the head of the table as Dungeon Master and his choice warms you from the inside out. 

"What are you doing?" he asks, rifling through his pockets. 

You let your pencil drop and sigh. "I've been trying to give my mage a cooler outfit but I'm hopeless with clothes." 

He peers over your hand at your character sheet and shakes his head, hair bouncing. "Are you kidding? It looks sick."

You smile at his compliment, bashful, and then heave a great sigh. "With where we left off last time, I'm not sure she'll survive anyway. Her clothes won't matter when Dorvan the Tasty spears her head clean off." 

"You're burying her before she's dead." 

"I'm hopeless with your game, Eds. I don't know why you keep letting me back." 

You slump in your seat, though you perk up a little as he sets one of your favourite candies in front of you from his pocket.

You've gone through as many characters as campaigns and have yet to learn which dice does what, each game a kerfuffle of asking your seatmates what you're doing every two minutes, not that any of them mind. They're all very accepting, besides Mike (who you've learned not to ask). 

"Hm," he says, rolling his shoulders, voice mockingly confused. "Now why would that be? What reason could I have for letting you come back…besides the obvious?" 

"The obvious?" You're almost afraid to ask. 

"Let's think." His voice is affectionate with a hint of theatrics. "For every question you ask, I get to hear your voice. For every die you roll, I either get to see your sulky pout or your eyes all creased with victory." 

He's edging closer, his voice decreasing in volume gradually. 

"The last game, when you rolled a nat20?" Eddie takes your forearm into his hands, thumbs rubbing lightly into your skin until you're shivering with goosebumps. "Your smile? Your little gasp?" 

He brings your hand to his mouth and kisses your fingers gently, watching you from under his lashes. "Sweetest thing I've ever seen," he says into your knuckles. 

"Eddie," you chasten, tugging your hand out of his grip. Not because he doesn't melt you into a puddle but because the rest of the club will be arriving in droves soon enough. 

Eddie only grins, more than aware of his effect on you. 

"And plus, I don't keep letting you," he says, standing up with a big groan that makes you crazy. 

He shrugs out of his jacket and drops it over the back of your chair, moving to the locked club cupboard for everything he might need in tonight's session. 

"You're a part of the club. Doesn't matter how bad you are at D&D. You keep showing up and you're eager to learn, the guys all adore you and I personally don't mind your company." 

You roll your eyes at him as you turn in your seat though you quickly forget to pretend you're anything but enamoured with him when his scent reaches you again, strong, the jacket he'd discarded fragrant under your nose. You give it a secret sniff and your eyes close ever so slightly, comforted by his familiar scent. Green apple buried beneath a heavy cologne. 

He's on you before you realise, one hand holding the dice box to his chest and the other stroking back your hairline. You look up at him guiltily. 

"Whatcha doing?" he asks, brows raised, mouth turned up smugly. 

"You smell good," you defend yourself, cheeks hot. 

"Yeah?" he asks. His lips part, the tip of his pink tongue appearing as he wets his lips. 

"Yeah." 

He bends at the waist. The chain around his neck hangs between you. "I taste even better." 

You giggle at him and jut your chin up, eyes slipping shut as he presses a firm, hot kiss to your waiting lips. You can feel his breath as it fans over your cupid's bow. He tilts his head to the left and you take right, noses brushing as he parts his lips to invite you in. 

When he pulls away you're dizzy with warmth, lips tingling, always so surprised by the effect even his brief kisses have on you. 

"Whadya know," Eddie says fondly, the back of his hand gracing your burning cheek. "You taste best of all, sweet thing." 

dealer’s choice

pairing. eddie munson x female! reader

an. i…everybody take a look at my dream man. I’m literally not kidding guise that’s actually who i will marry. i promise. i’ll share him with u if u reblog and comment tho<3 i’ve got more eddie on my mind so follow @ohcapfics​ for latest updates<3 synopsis. your dealer’s always been a bit sweet on you – giving you deals and letting you try out new shit. he even lets you make house calls! and pick the music, and sit on his lap…and… 

warnings. 18+. i am beating minors off with a stick rn. drugs, drug dealing, kissing, sexually explicit lang, sexually explicit acts: fondling over clothes & under clothes and grinding/thigh riding. sponsored by sat in your lap by kate bush.

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