[part 2 Here]

i can’t decide who’s more of a “hand over mouth as i pound you in the back seat of my car so no one knows i’m fucking the loud mouth cheerleader” is that more eddie or steve 🤔

gotta be eddie dude, steve's more of a "kiss you to shut you up" type, but allow me to elaborate on the first for a moment (and by a moment I mean nearly over 1.5k words)

(warnings: smut obv, blood mention, drug use mention, hair pulling, overstimulation, crying during sex/dacryphilia, breath play, extremely vague/not serious breeding kink)

[part 2 here]

I Can’t Decide Who’s More Of A “hand Over Mouth As I Pound You In The Back Seat Of My Car So No

"Shh, shh," he soothed, though you could hear the wide grin curling his lips, "don't want anyone to hear, now do we?"

Honestly, though, this was your attempt to stay quiet— digging your teeth into your lip so hard you tasted metallic, gripping the faded leather seats until your nails nearly tore through them. It wasn't your fault that it felt so good, that the weed had made your head all spinny and your insides all tingly and that his dick was slamming right into that spot that made your toes curl. No, that was all his fault; he gave you the joint and he promised it would 'awaken your senses', even if maybe neither of you anticipated exactly which senses it would awaken.

"Don't want anyone shining a light in here, right?" he continued, even though you could barely keep track of what he was talking about. "Don't want them seeing you on your hands and knees getting fucked and screaming like it's the best thing you've ever had, hm?"

"F-fuck, Eddie," you winced, gasping loudly when he tugged on your cheerleader-uniform-mandated ponytail. You breathed through your teeth, wishing you had the strength to tell him not to be so rough, not to fuck you like this... like a whore. But god, this is exactly what you wanted from him, if you were being honest, even if you hated yourself just a bit for liking it so much— for needing it. He dug his fingers into the hair at your scalp, surely ruining your half an hour of styling efforts from earlier tonight, and pushed your head back down against the seats; god, he was really rubbing it in, huh? You almost thought he'd be grateful, that he'd be delicate and careful with you because, well, the opportunity to fuck a cheerleader does not come by for a guy like him. But no, he was putting you in your place, and you were biting your lip to keep from begging him for more.

His free hand held your hips and suddenly his pace changed-- from hasty and rushed to slow but hard, slamming into you and knocking you forward with a loud groan. He did it again, and again, and you cried out louder with each thrust right into the deepest parts of you. "Oh, sweetie," he cooed condescendingly, "are you having trouble keeping quiet? I'll help you, babe— m'gonna shut you up, don't worry—"

He spoke so roughly that he sounded furious, leaning down over you to press his lips up to your ear, and suddenly the hand in your hair slipped around and covered your mouth. He gave you another one, so deep your eyes rolled back in your head, and you finally let it all out— it was muffled behind his hand, anyway, and it felt good to moan as loud as you wanted without it being actually as loud as it would be otherwise.

You weren't quite sure what to think: he was fucking you rather disrespectfully, but the intensity of it, the way he groaned deeply into your ear and mumbled little praises under his breath, the way he held your waist tighter and tighter— you could almost call it passionate, if you didn't know any better. Sure, not exactly sweet, but it could be worse.

Well, actually, it couldn't be better. It was perfect. It was Eddie fucking Munson, and you couldn't quite wrap your head around that yet, but you didn't need to because it felt goddamn perfect.

"Good girl, fuck, goooood fuckin' girl," he hissed into your ear. "Oh, you're still so loud, even with my hand on your mouth— need some more help, babe?"

He squeezed your nose shut with his thumb and the side of his finger, and suddenly you had no air at all; you didn't even care, you didn't need air anymore, you just needed this. It made the numbness that much better, made your eyes well with tears and your throat burn but you wanted more more more— you wanted everything.

"Ohh, fuck, are you coming?" he laughed proudly, fucking you faster right as it hit you. You hadn't even noticed until he said it, but, yep, you were clenching inside and your back was arching deeper and you felt the tears keep flowing over his hand. "Oh my god, that's good— you're so fuckin' tight, Jesus..."

It just kept getting bigger and bigger, it kept twisting in your core and you weren't sure how much more you could take. He let go of your nose and you took a deep breath in, hearing the most deranged noise break out of your throat and peter out in your mouth with his hand keeping it inside. You were crying out his name, at least you were trying to, but it was all just incomprehensible sobs muffled under that thick, clammy hand with the gaudy silver rings that you could taste on your lips.

God, was it ever gonna stop? This feeling, this light show on the back of your eyes, this whole-body spasm that danced under your skin— was it gonna let you go back down to Earth any time soon? Or was this just your new normal, was this just some other state of existence that Eddie had knocked you face-first into, with no plan to rescue you?

It was too much, it was far too much, but you could already see yourself tomorrow morning, staring at the phone, trying to decide how long to wait until coming back for more.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged you, "scream for me, just like that— nobody's gonna hear you, promise."

He couldn't promise that, but he didn't need to. He could fuck you in front of whoever he wanted if it was always gonna be like this; he could fuck you in front of your grandmother and you wouldn't stop him— you were whipped. Like, whipped whipped. Like, 'pearls and heels making a roast dinner if he asks me to' whipped. Like, 'we are so doing this again' whipped.

You heard him gasp, a sound almost like a wince or a cry, almost like it hurt— and you could relate to that right now, certainly. "Fuck!" he grunted. "M'close, I'm so close, babe..."

You were way too proud of that; it wasn't much of an accomplishment or anything, you heard that guys come pretty easy and in your experience so far it was mostly true. But you felt good, you liked knowing he was going to come because of you, you liked hearing that composure falter for even just a second— and, if nothing else, you were looking forward to taking a fucking breather, because you needed it.

"God, no fuckin' way I'm pulling out," he laughed thinly, "s'too good, babe— I'm gonna come inside, you ready, honey?"

You nodded, as best you could, and heard his own moans get higher in pitch slowly until they stopped all at once and you felt it, warmth filling you and just slightly soothing the ache inside you. He gave you a few shallow thrusts, sudden and seemingly involuntarily like a twitch, and dropped his hand from your mouth with a sigh. You gasped, hearing the hint of a moan on each of your breaths even though it was over now; he pulled out and fell back on the seats dramatically, resting his hand on his forehead like a maiden in an old-timey movie about to faint. You couldn't help but giggle, impressed that he could keep up his theatrics at a time like this.

"Oh, shit," he whimpered, "you really took it all out of me. Literally. Jesus. Y-you're on the pill, though, right? Cause I can buy you something—"

"S'fine," you croaked, clearing your throat when you heard how broken your voice sounded. "Yeah, don't worry about it."

"'Don't worry about it,' she says," he narrated while he raised an eyebrow, "yeah, that's not ominous at all— nine months later you're knockin' on my trailer door with your curly-headed new mini-me and a whole lot of questions—"

"Shut up," you laughed, rolling your eyes. You adjusted your panties to hopefully catch some of the mess before you left a puddle on the seats, then pulled your uniform skirt back down and finally leaned back with a long sigh. The radio was on— you forgot about that— and you heard Black Sabbath mixing in with the sounds of Eddie's belt jingling while he got himself back into his jeans.

"Our babies would be cute, though," he grinned.

"Okay, actually shut up," you frowned, smacking him on the thigh. "I should go— the team's probably wondering where I am—"

"Oh, no no no," he chided, "you're not getting away that easy."

He yanked you down quickly and wrapped his arms around you.

"You owe me at least three minutes of cuddling," he demanded.

"Eddie, I—"

He grabbed your head and pulled it down into his chest, stroking your thoroughly-mussed hair. "Shh, shh," he interrupted you, "get comfy, I'm not letting you leave for a while— feel free to fall asleep, whatever, it'll be cute."

"This is so not how I thought this was gonna go tonight," you grumbled.

"What, you thought we'd smoke up and call it a night?" he wondered. "So did I, but you were givin' me those eyes—"

"No, I mean— what?!" you squawked. "Eyes?! I was not giving you eyes."

"Uh, yes you were, missy!" he insisted. "You were all, Eddie, make love to me, I need you," he imitated a smoky-sensual voice.

"That's what you call 'making love'?" you snorted. "I'd hate to see you fucking. Gonna put a girl in the ICU."

"Oh, babe," he grinned, looking down at you, and you looked up at him from his shoulder expectantly, "I'm just getting started."

(part 2)

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Sex on Fire | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Synopsis - After watching Eddie hotwire a stolen vehicle, you find yourself desperate for him. Impending doom be damned.

A/N - This scene makes me feral, so of course I had to write about it. ALSO, this is not canon because in this version, everyone makes it. Credit to whoever made the gif!! Enjoy this filth<3

CW - 18+ content (minors go away), dirty talk, language, oral (m + f receiving), spitting, reader is obsessed with eddies hands, orgasms, fluff, established relationship

Word Count - 2.1k

“And you

Your sex is on fire

Consumed with what’s just transpired”

Sex on fire - Kings of Leon

You hadn’t meant for it to happen. Honest.

You’d just snuck into someone else’s vehicle, on the way to acquire a mass amount of weapons for an impending fight against a supernatural villain and yet, you were frozen in place, nursing a throb between your legs as you stared at Eddie.

He was sitting in the driver’s seat of the RV, the picture of confidence as he expertly hot wired the engine.

It was absolutely absurd to be turned on at a time like this, when danger was coming, but you couldn’t find it in you to be ashamed. Not when your boyfriend looked the way he did.

His movements were quick; nimble, ringed fingers grasping at wires, fumbling as he picked up the rusty pair of pliers. Finally, as he struggled with multitasking, he placed the tool between his teeth and shit, you were practically vibrating as you watched.

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I have just learned that Mountain Goats are NOT, in fact, actual Goats.

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2 years ago

Prom Queen (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Requested by @katamcauley

Summary: Eddie and the Reader have been secretly together since Jason forced them into “Seven Minutes in Heaven” as a prank, but now, as Eddie watches Jason and his goons flirt with you, he finds himself not caring who knows you’re his.

Warnings: Bullying, Cursing, Spicy Kissing, Sexual Themes, Drug Use (Weed), Mentions of Blood, Sexual Harassment (Nothing Graphic), and Violence (Series Typical).

(I will get a “Read More” cut on this ASAP. I am slowly knocking out requests! Thanks for your patience. Requests are OPEN. Send an ask or comment below to be added to the tag list. I’ve been thinking of doing full on Seven Minutes/Truth or Dare/Spin the Bottle hcs, so let me know if that’s something you want)

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“Jason, stop!” You groaned, trying to keep your feet planted, but the muscley blonde and his laughing friends were easily able to move you.

“Nah, babe. If you like trailer trash so much why don’t you spend seven minutes in heaven with it?”

You knew you should’ve stayed out of it.

But you’d heard his stupid voice all the way from where you were sitting with the cheer squad, that afternoon. And god, it was Max Mayfield, of all people. Jason had been friends with her brother. They were on the same basketball team the year before, and it seemed he was keeping Billy’s traditions alive. Patrick yanked her backpack from her arm and rifled through it as Jason grabbed her headphones.

“What the hell is wrong with you!?” She spat as they dumped her bag, papers flying every which way.

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All It Takes Is A Sick Day

Word Count: 549

Warnings: mentions of smut/protected sex.

“Christopher. Robert. Evans.” He knew that tone. He knew it well. He’d been hearing it all morning as he ignored your instructions, having meetings with A Starting Point contributors as well as his manager in select times when he knew you’d otherwise be preoccupied, “CHRISTOPHER!”

“One minute, baby,” he begged softly, not looking back at you. He heard your foot begin to tap and he felt the nervousness rise in his stomach. Or maybe it was the toast he’d forced himself to eat. He wasn’t entirely sure as he focused on his computer to finish typing up yet another email, “before you say anything, I can explain.”

Chris looked nervously back over his shoulder to where you stood, your arms crossed over your small, but noticeable baby bump. He couldn’t help but shift his gaze and stare lovingly at it, even through his overheated and dehydrated haze, “Christopher…eyes up here. The baby is not helping you out on this one.”

“I’m not working.”

“That’s not what it looks like,” you smirked, taking a few steps towards him. He swallowed, watching you lean forward and look at what was up on his laptop. There were numerous emails open, all detailing meetings he was scheduling and projects that he wanted to start. He looked at you guiltily and you sighed, taking his face in your hands. Chris smiled when he felt the cool metal of your engagement ring against his flushed skin, “Chris…you’re overheating. Your brain is probably melting. Get back into bed, baby. I’ll bring you some soup and a cold compress.”

“I have to get this done.”

“I already told your contributors that you’re sick. They’re all adults that can handle themselves. Now stop micromanaging and get into our bed before I drag you there myself,” you warned, “I have superhuman strength now that I’m pregnant…remember.”

“I’d like to see you try!”

“Or I can just do this…” you smiled, teasing your top off your body. Chris’ breath hitched as you tossed the top at him. He stared at your breasts, full and heavy, begging for him to latch on, “come back to bed…I’ll be there…”

You turned around and right before you left his office you stripped yourself of your sleep shorts.

“M-maybe I can take one sick day,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else, “c-can we grab a shower first? I feel gross…and I think you’re right, I’m overheating.”

“You come back to our room, and I’ll give you whatever you want!” you called from down the hall.

“The flavored condoms?”

“CHRISTOPHER ROBERT EVANS, YOU’RE NOT FUCKING ME WITH A FLAVORED CONDOM THEN EATING ME OUT! IT WON’T TASTE LIKE AN ICE CREAM SUNDAE. YOU’RE SICK. YOU CAN’T EVEN TASTE ANYTHING ANYWAYS!”

He frowned looking at his computer before shutting the monitor off. Dodger’s head raised from his position at Chris’ side and Chris smiled at him, patting his head, “think you can hold the fort down without me?”

Dodger got up and walked out of the room heading off in the opposite direction that you had, and Chris stood up, heading towards the master, “you said anything. This is anything! I want that!”

“Fine!” she huffed, “but only if you’re in here in the next ten seconds.”

And Chris ran to the master bedroom.

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whats mine is yours

socmed au wherein gojo tries his absolute hardest to reach out to you through various payment apps because you blocked him everywhere lol

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The Closer I Get 13

Warnings: this fic will include dark content including rape/noncon, possessiveness, jealousy, fatphobic attitudes, gaslighthing.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You meet the God of Thunder by chance only to find yourself swept up in the whirlwind of his attention. (chubby/short!reader)

Characters: Thor

Note: As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Shrek loves Fiona. Take care. 💖

You stand at the counter, leaning against the little round ledge of laminate as you wait for your order. Despite the distance, you beat the fill at the pharmacy. Anxiously, almost erratic, you pick your nails as you watch the workers in white coats and name tags at their work, like ants in a hill.

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Cool As Hell

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

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Summary: The Hellfire club finds out about Eddie's girlfriend.

General Taglist: @gg-is-a-loser @yesshewrites1

Moots: @iheardarumorthings @thewritingbabe @scandalous-chaos @ddejavvu @winterwisteria @abibliophobiaa @roxetteblack @plumes-de-nuit @sapphireplums

"Is she wearing a Hellfire shirt?" The members of the Hellfire club whispered among themselves as you walked into the cafeteria.

"I've never seen her come to a campaign before," said Mike. "Maybe she's new?"

Eddie walked in a moment after you, grinning. He flung an arm around your shoulder and whispered something in your ear that made you laugh.

"Oh my gosh," Dustin whispered.

Eddie led you over to Hellfire's table and pulled you onto his lap. "Hey guys," he said, running his ringed fingers over your thigh. "This my girlfriend, (Y/N). (Y/N), this is the Hellfire club."

The club members gaped at you.

You waved nervously. "Hi."

"You have a girlfriend!?" Dustin blurted out. Mike hit his shoulder.

Eddie shrugged. "Yeah."

"Holy shit," Dustin breathed.

"Is it really that surprising?" you spoke up.

"I mean…" The boys began to stammer, struggling to explain themselves.

"You're just so… pretty," said Mike, immediately wincing. He scratched his head. "I would've expected Eddie's girlfriend to be more…" He struggled for a way to finish the sentence.

"More of a punk nerd?" you suggested, doe eyes wide.

"Yes!" Mike narrowed his eyes. "No?"

You laughed. "I'm just playing. Don't worry, I'm just as much of a freak as the rest of you." You leaned forward conspiratorially. "I read fantasy novels and play D&D too," you whispered.

Mike and Dustin grinned.

"All right." You slapped Eddie's thigh. "I'll be right back, I need food."

Eddie kissed your cheek and you got up and left. "So, what do you think of her?"

"Your girlfriend's cool as hell, man," Dustin appraised.

Eddie grinned. "I knew y'all would like her."

"So is she part of Hellfire now?" Mike asked.

Eddie shrugged. "If she wants to be."

"But she's wearing a Hellfire shirt."

"Oh, that's my shirt."

Dustin gagged.

"Oh, come on, man." Eddie rolled his eyes. "Grow up."

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Hi! It would be great to see Buggy and Shanks babies (Buggy who succumbed to Shanks' charm and a bottle of rum 😈)

The aftermath of Shank's charm and a bottle of rum:

(With female Buggy. And whatever Croc has got going on.)

Hi! It Would Be Great To See Buggy And Shanks Babies (Buggy Who Succumbed To Shanks' Charm And A Bottle

We can argue whether Crocodile's parenting track record is indeed stellar.

Little creature:

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SEX, DRUGS, AND ROCK. + EDDIE MUNSON

m.list / nav. / kofi. / discord. summary. you devise a plan to confess your feelings for your best friend Eddie, and things quickly escalate beyond your expectations. author’s note. just started watching S4 and haven’t even finished it, already drooling over Eddie. ya’ll know I love my awkward men with long hair my god he is so fine. everyone thank Bee below for proofreading <3

[ ❥ ] pairing. eddie munson x reader

[❥]wordcount. 3.3k

[ ❥ ] genre. 18+, pwp

[❥]warnings.no S4 spoilers, best friends to lovers, language, mature theme, slight drug usage, pet names, begging, body worship, whimpering, oral (f), thigh fetish, boob sucking, save a horse ride a cowboy, bottom eddie, slight sub/dom, protected sex, me not knowing how DND works

You and Eddie had been friends since the start of high school. You were there for the weird shaved head phase and stood directly right next to him the moment he developed his everlasting smitten crush on Chrissy Cunningham. Alas, you were the first girl to ever actually talk to him, the first friend, and at the moment, his only best friend.

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