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Living After Midnight (Failed Rockstar!Eddie x Motel Worker!Reader)

♫ MASTERLIST ♫ (chapters to be added when published)

♫ chapter one: room for one more ♫ chapter two: here today ♫ chapter three: turn the lights back on ♫ chapter four: show me yours, i'll show you mine ♫ chapter five: float like a butterfly ♫ chapter six: the eye of the tiger ♫ chapter seven: offense and defense ♫ chapter eight: mind your own business ♫ chapter nine: rest for the weary ♫ chapter ten: this foolish lover's game ♫ chapter eleven: undo, undone ♫ chapter twelve: breath of fresh air ♫ chapter thirteen: street smarts

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PEDRO PASCAL "Gladiator II" Royal Film Performance and Global Premiere (November 13, 2024)

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me trying to crawl into this au

corroded | [corrode • \kuh-ROHD\ • verb. 1 : to eat away by degrees as if by gnawing] | eddie has made it a personal goal to hook up with at least one fan after every concert. and when his band winds up in the podunk known as hawkins, indiana, he decides his target for the night is the pretty little doll in the front row with the hottest ‘fuck me’ eyes he’s ever seen.

���️ 2.4k words, fem!reader, rockstar!eddie, groupie!reader, eddie has a relationship fetish, cheating/adultery (again, fantasy, pls don’t do this fr), oral (m!receiving), dirty talk, language, jerk!eddie (srsly…), sex with a stranger, semi public sex, one night stand, possessive!eddie, hints of a corruption kink, riding/cowgirl to doggystyle, squirting, themes of slight coercion (but later enthusiastic consent), porn with literally no plot

💋 i had a brain bug.

eddie almost missed the solo on the final song, fingers nearly scrambling to maintain the tune.

gareth had side-eyed him, but eddie couldn’t be blamed, could he? after all, he had the most delicious eye candy feet away from him, standing pretty in the front row and peering up at him as if he were god himself.

any man would be distracted.

that’s why eddie simply shrugged off gareth’s seethed “what the fuck, man?” as they trudged off the stage together, a multitude of hands reaching out to touch their arms, shoulders; any piece of body they could. the crowd split like a sea to let them through, something that never failed to give eddie a head rush.

he was so wanted it was dizzying.

the yells and cheers were still lively even as eddie shut himself inside the v.i.p room, the clamor only slightly muffled by the thin walls and rickety door. eddie never really stayed behind to mingle with the fans like gareth did. the only exception to that was when he was trying to charm his way into a pretty girl’s skirt.

that was usually every concert, though tonight he couldn’t say he was much in the mood for perusing the gaggle of women in the crowd; not when your pretty face was plastered to the back of his eyelids, those gorgeous, gorgeous eyes begging him to notice you.

eddie wondered if the man gripping your waist even noticed the way you fucked him with your eyes. the thought of it made his chest swell with something.

god, how amazing it would be to take you to the tour bus for a “private tour”, only to fuck you senseless while your boyfriend waits with the crowd.

it wouldn’t be the first time eddie had done that, and he was itching to do it again. maybe after he finished with the highly-advertised backstage passes he could seek you out — with the way you’d been looking at him, he had a good feeling he’d be able to find you pretty easily.

eddie blew out a huff of air and scrutinized the v.i.p room, where the backstage meetings were meant to be held — yellowing walls, stained ceiling, a foggy, cracked mirror on the wall above a rickety-esque vanity and two couches that looked as if they’d been passed down through at least three generations.

damn, the hideout was truly a shit-hole. if eddie were being frank, hawkins itself was a shit-hole; a place he’d never even heard of until a week ago when the manager of this stiffydink begged him to play at his concert hall.

the owner was probably bursting into tears right now ; eddie was fairly certain that tonight’s overstuffed crowd was the biggest this place had ever seen.

a knock at the door pulled eddie from his criticism — it creaked open just as eddie whipped around to see who was entering, and what he saw made him grin.

gareth holding open the door with none other than you standing there, looking nervous and so, so fuckable.

“first backstage of the night,” gareth explained, “the lucky number one winner of the raffle.”

ah, eddie had forgotten about the raffle. an ingenious idea cooked up by owner — ‘for a mere ten dollars, enter your name for a chance to win the lucky pass!’

the quote on quote ‘lucky pass’ wasn’t much different from a regular pass, except for the fact that it allotted fans to spend forty-five minutes backstage with their idols rather than the customary twenty.

eddie had actually been dreading that, imagining how boring it would be to be stuck with some punky wanna-be metalhead for almost an hour — but the lucky pass was somehow given to you, as if the stars had all aligned just for eddie.

so eddie had forty-five minutes to get between your cute legs? oh, yeah. he could definitely manage that.

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it took twelve minutes.

twelve whole minutes of working his silver tongue and buttering you up — had you been any other girl, eddie would have written you off as a failed mission after five minutes, but fuck, he wanted you.

with your perfect body, angelic voice, and brilliant ‘fuck me’ eyes. eddie wanted it all. and his uncle always told him that if he pushed through and persevered, he’d always get what he wanted.

and, shit, he’s so glad he persevered — because now those doe eyes were looking up at him, hazy and fucked out, and those plump lips were wrapped so prettily around his cock.

and he was fucking into the hottest, tightest fuckin’ throat he’d ever felt, and you were taking it as if it was god’s gift to man.

“fuck, pretty girl. look at you.” eddie cooed, entranced by the tears dancing in your eyes as you gagged over the girth of his thrusting cock. “taking it like such a good girl.”

your throat vibrated with muted moans, plump thighs clenching and unclenching beneath you — fuck, you were desperate, probably fantasizing about him blowing a load inside your aching pussy.

eddie couldn’t help the way his cock kicked up at that — he’d cum in all your pretty little holes if he had chance to do so. but it was going on fifteen minutes, and eddie needed to speed this whole thing up and get to the good part already if he wanted make good time.

eddie gripped a fistful of your hair and pulled you off of his cock, nearly groaning when a whine slipped from your wet, swollen lips. like him taking his cock from you was equivalent to chopping off a limb.

such a desperate, perfect fuck toy.

“get the fuck up here and sit on it,” eddie growled, hoisting you up when you staggered to get up yourself. the couch groaned beneath your weight when you sat yourself on his thighs, soft hand gripping his dick and guiding it underneath your tight skirt.

“so fuckin’ wet.” eddie hissed as you sunk your hips down slowly, sweet moans falling from your mouth and kickstarting his lust.

it didn’t take you long to seat yourself fully on him, cunt twitching and fluttering around his cock and pulling a deep groan from his throat.

you felt fuckin’ amazing. quite possibly the best pussy he’s ever been in.

“shit, yeah. ride it. c’mon, fuckin’ ride it.” eddie demanded huskily, gripping your ass harshly with both hands and grinding your body over his.

the whimpers, moans and whines that fell from you were a ballad to him, a staccato of pleasure that told him exactly how good his cock made you feel — how fuckin’ dumb you were going on it, hips bouncing in an uneven yet desperate rhythm.

eddie was more than happy to help you out; his ringed hands gripped your ass and pushed you up and down, leaning his head back at the pure heaven that was your sloppy pussy.

god, you were perfect in every way. so malleable in his hands, obeying his every order, gazing at him with those fucked out eyes just begging for more.

fucking groupies would always be the best sex, especially those who were already claimed by another man.

“does your boyfriend fuck you like this, baby?” eddie pressed, cock stiffening even more inside you at his own reminder of your taken status. “does he mess you up like this with his cock?”

you shook your head and whined, pussy squelching with every thrust of his cock, juices soaking straight into the worn couch. eddie growled and (somewhat reluctantly) pulled a hand from your ass and brought it up to grip your throat.

oh, how sweet it felt against his fingers — he could so easily crush it, rob you of your air supply until you passed out right on his cock.

“answer me properly.” eddie demanded, “tell me how much better i am.” he needed to hear it straight from that pretty little mouth.

“you’re - you’re so mu-much better!” you cried out, thighs squeezing around his and moans picking up in frequency.

eddie’s made enough girls cream on his cock to know what that meant.

“mmm, fuck yeah. like the way this cock fucks you, huh?” you nodded feverishly, eyes barely held open and leaking with tears. your expression made something swell inside him, and eddie did something he hadn’t done in a really, really long time.

he pulled you down to lock his lips with yours.

nothing about it was sweet, or sensual — all eddie wanted to do was dominate you completely, fuck you up in so many ways that you’d never be able to recover from it.

eddie wanted to brand himself to you with such permanence that you’d never be able to fuck another person without comparing them to him.

just as he had with every girl before you.

that’s why he shoved his tongue into your mouth and practically fucked it in, licking at your cheeks, teeth, tongue — every fuckin’ inch he could. eddie would taste and own it all.

and god, eddie nearly lost it when you reciprocated, when you suckled on his tongue and prodded it with your own, spit dripping down both of your chins. so messy and hot.

just as he loved it.

“fuck,” he pulled away and growled, the need to simply fuck you into oblivion and fuck up your pretty little head searing through him and prompting him to halt your movements. “on your hands and knees, angel. i wanna fuck that little cunt from behind.”

the moan you let out was simply pornographic, long and drawn out and needy, and you scurried to lift yourself off of him and scamper onto your knees.

eddie stood, cock still hard and leaking, glistening with your juices, and manhandled your hands to the back of the couch because you were taking far too long.

“grip it, baby, you’re gon’a need to.” eddie husked as he shoved your skirt down your thighs, one hand bruising your hip and the other guiding his cock to your slit. he didn’t really wait to see if you had followed his guidance or not, and simply thrusted himself in and set a brutal pace.

slaps, moans, groans, squelches, and every other erotic fuckin’ noise he could think of resounded around the room, the smell of sex, faint tobacco, and floral perfume clogging his nose.

god, how eddie fuckin’ loved that shit.

“such a pretty lil’ cunt,” eddie growled, hips faltering as that familiar heat built in his gut. you looked so sexy, back on full display and ass jiggling with every slap of his hips against it; he definitely wouldn’t last much longer in this position. “takes my cock like it was made f’it.”

“hah, please, please!” your voice was absolutely wrecked, croaky and wet but no less angelic, body rocking with every harsh pump of his hips. “‘m so close, eddie!”

“fuck, i fuckin’ know,” eddie groaned, fingernails digging into your skin through your thin shirt. “i feel you fuckin’ fluttering, angel.”

he’d never fucked anyone quite so sensitive and responsive, and it was going straight to his head; the way you rocked your hips back against him, the way your walls clenched around him, those sweet, sweet moans — you were addictive.

and to think you had a man waiting for you. a man who was completely oblivious to the way eddie was rearranging your guts right now.

“shit,” eddie hissed when his balls jerked, signaling his impending bust. it was coming much faster than he expected, but he wasn’t a total jerk — he’d make you cum first.

with rather desperate movements eddie slid a hand between your thighs and located your clit easily — he rubbed it with harsh, accurate movements, with the sole intent of making you absolutely cream on him as soon as possible.

it was a double edged sword, he realized too late — sweet, delectable moans fell from your lips, broken up by delicious pleas.

“oh, oh, yes, i’m g-gonna cum! please, please, make me cum—”

“fuck, yeah, shut up.” eddie hissed, sucking in a sharp breath to halt the build up he felt in his gut; if you kept doing that, he wouldn’t get to finish you first. “‘m gon’a make you cum, just hold on.”

to eddie’s relief (and intense arousal) you followed his command to a tee, even going so far as to bite your lip to further muffle your moans. you were so fuckin’ obedient, taking his cock like you knew it was your place to do so.

pliant and corruptible. eddie’s favorite kind of girl. jesus, you were a dream wrapped in perfect skin.

“fuck, baby, c’mon, cum f’me.” eddie snarled, hips pistoning at a brutal pace that he matched with his fingers.

the fluttering of your walls was becoming much more frequent and there was a foamy ring at the base of his cock — you were right fuckin’ there.

“mmm, hah, fuck, oh my god! coming!” you squealed as your back arched, and eddie lost it when fluid gushed straight from your cunt and soaked his thighs.

“a fuckin’ squirter,” eddie gasped out, eyes nearly rolling back in his head. “fuckin’ hot. so perfect. shit. gon’a fuckin’—”

eddie pumped his hips a few more times, burying himself inside your wet cunt until he was just about to burst, then pulled out and stroked his cock harshly.

eddie released a long, loud groan as his balls tightened and his cock throbbed, ropes of cum shooting from his tip and splattering against the plump flesh of your ass.

eddie watched with lidded eyes as he painted your skin with his seed, a rush of possessiveness circulating through his electrified veins and settling comfortably into his chest. you were an absolute mess, a mixture of his juices and your own dripping down your thighs.

a vision of wrecked, corroded perfection.

eddie let out a satisfied sigh and squeezed the few remaining drops of cum from his tip, wiping it along the material of your skirt. a bit more marking wouldn’t hurt, he mused.

eddie tucked his softening cock back into his pants as you slowly turned around and slipped off the couch — your movements were a bit clipped and sluggish, and eddie couldn’t help but feel a surge of fresh arousal from it.

he must have fucked you damn good.

“get yourself cleaned up, sweets.” eddie murmured, glancing at his watch and smirking. “you’ve got about nine minutes to make it look like you weren’t just fucked senseless. wouldn’t want your boyfriend to find out, yeah?”

god, how eddie faintly wished your boyfriend would.

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as much as i love dom!eddie something about sub!eddie is just SO fine…

eddie gets so pussy drunk that it’s genuinely adorable… 🐱🤤🫦

“please, please,” he begs as he bruises his cock into your cervix, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched. he’s pounding you absolutely senseless, fucking you so deliciously good that you should be the one ripping at the seams.

but somehow, the one breaking apart is him.

“wan’a fill — fuck, — fill your pussy up.” he whines, words slurred and tripping over one another. “‘s so good, wan’a blow inside.”

he sounds so wrecked, so fucked out, completely blissed from rutting into your body that your pussy flutters around his throbbing cock — and eddie whimpers.

“so good. so, so good — please, fuck, please, make me cum with your perfect pussy.” he’s babbling, stringing words together that you aren’t even sure he fully comprehends himself; begging you to guide his release even though he’s the one fucking you.

his fingers are gripping your hips so tight you fear they may leave bruises, praises and pleas falling from his mouth like an erotic ballad, hips losing rhythm and simply bucking with abandon.

“shit!” you squeal out when his cockhead starts ramming into that spot, the one that makes you see stars and paralyzes your hips. “eddie, fuck! right there!”

eddie’s loud moans and whimpers nearly shadow yours, volume and frequency increasing as his cock kicks up inside your pussy. he’s close.

“‘m gon’a cum — please, fuck, doing so good, baby, gonna make me cum!”

you were right there too, his desperate yet pinpoint thrusts winding the coil within your tummy, filthy words and whimpers and whines only provoking more heat within you and expediting the process.

“eddie, ‘m gonna cum. don’t stop!” you whined, slamming your hips back to meet his rabid thrusts.

“fuck, fuck, yeah, let’s — let’s cum together. please, please, wan’a feel you mess up my cock—” eddie whimpered, hips stuttering before picking up speed once more, slamming into your body with more force than before. slamming into that spot. knocking the breath from your lungs.

it was all you needed — you were gushing around his cock before you could even process that you’d hit your climax.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, yeeeees. feels so good— fuck, shit, thank you— ‘m losin’ it, you’re so amazing—” eddie blathered senselessly, words receding to mere grunts and groans as he reached his limit, cock twitching inside your sopping walls and threatening to throw you into overstimulation.

“eddie,” you slurred, reaching a hand back to grip his bare thigh. “eddie, fuckin’ cum already. fill me up.”

and, oh, he did. with two deep thrusts eddie was absolutely shooting inside you, cum splashing against your walls like molten lava.

“fuck, fuck, so amazing, thank you, shit, thank you— love you, i love you so much—”

yeah, eddie munson is absolutely adorable when he’s pussy drunk.

i needed some practice with sub!eddie, i hope this is at least okay quality 🙃 thank you so much for reading!! <33

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OH MY-

my 'stop drawing eddie like he just stepped out of a hair commercial' challenge (failing)

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the more i think about it the more i feel like i need to write it not even as a ‘oh wow fanfic au’ but more just to let out the frustration of the world

specially really honing in on the pain of seeing someone you know and love become unrecognisable as they fall for right wing rhetoric. the way it completely takes them over like a fucking parasite that turns love into fear and hatred.

idk. maybe i won’t write anything, but i can’t keep being this angry just in my head. i think i’ve reached a boiling point

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not to make a joke about this but i was JUST considering fully writing a doctor who handmaids tale au idea i had last year…

the timing couldn’t be better or worse than it is right now

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reblog if you need a hug

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and with your help it can rack up 700k notes on tumblr in 2024

no tumblr this doesnt need tags im releasing it into the wild as god intended

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stop doomscrolling. have a kitten 🤍

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Yeah yeah, stranger things in 2024… Eddie specifically, a bit odd. WHO CARES !!

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just a reminder that this blog is NOT trump supporter friendly so if you voted for him or support him get the fuck out and unfollow me 💙💙

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just wanted to say that i'm seeing headlines everywhere say "floridians rejected an amendment to secure abortion rights" and that is NOT TRUE.

we voted ~57% to enshrine abortion rights in the florida constitution. amendments for our state require a supermajority, aka 60% to pass. this is bullshit and we were set up to fail.

the entire time, our governor Ron Desantis' officials were pressuring and threatening media outlets for publishing anything supporting this amendment.

don't believe the bullshit headlines. floridians wanted abortion rights.

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Might be in part due to the stress but this news legit just made me cry.

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it’s so jarring when you realize trump supporters aren’t a loud minority and that roughly half the country is voting for that man after EVERYTHING and it makes me sick

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THE WAY I DIDNT KNOW IF I WANTED TO BE EDDIE OR READER 🫣🫣🤭🤭

soooo well written oml

cont; this was planned to be a short n sweet thirst and somehow ended up being 1k words (i don’t make the rules okay), fem!reader, oral (m receiving), face/throat fucking, swallowing, subtle d/s dynamics if you squint, pet names “princess, pretty girl, baby”, pure filth, porn without plot, written at 2am please forgive the lack of proofreading, my writing :p

the moment eddie realized you were a goddamn freak, it was game over.

surprisingly, that moment wasn’t when you had ushered him into the club room a mere twenty minutes before his campaign was scheduled to start, nor was it when you’d wasted no time dropping to your knees to pull his cock out.

it wasn’t when you’d stroked him to half-life or when you’d wrapped your pretty little lips around his tip and sucked. it wasn’t even when you swallowed down half of his dick in one go, moaning so pornographically that it should have been illegal.

no, it wasn’t until minutes later that eddie got a glimpse of your freak.

“shit,” eddie muttered, staring down at you with blown eyes as you worked your mouth around him so expertly. your tongue was downright devilish, lapping at the long, thick vein on the underside of his cock as your lips dragged so deliciously around it — it was a deadly combination, one that was quickly pulling those strings taut in his gut.

fuck, he would cum in no time if you kept this up.

his fingers found purchase in your hair, and your lids fluttered while an appreciative moan bubbled up your throat. eddie sucked in a sharp breath at the stimulation around his dick, and his voice was far more raggedy than he wanted it to be when he said, “y’like that, princess?”

you didn’t answer verbally — instead, you nodded as best as you could in your current predicament, and eddie’s gut tightened as your head picked up pace, sucking him much faster than before.

“oh, god, fuck — s-slow down, pretty girl. don’t wanna finish too quick.” eddie said, but he couldn’t help the way his hips bucked as you pulled back, chasing that wet heat and completely betraying his words.

the action had your eyes blowing wide, and eddie was slightly worried that he’d turned you off — but then you flicked your eyes up to his, irises nearly completely swallowed by your pupils, cheeks flushed and lips shiny with spit and pre-cum.

“fuck, eddie,” you nearly whined as you wrapped a soft hand around his cock and pumped. “do it again, please. fuck my mouth, eddie.”

eddie had slam his eyes shut and take a few breaths as his cock kicked up — god, that was so fucking hot, where the hell did you learn to be this sexy?

“eddie,” you whimpered again, impatient and needy, as if you were the one currently receiving mind blowing head and not him. “please, i need it.”

eddie was certain his lungs were failing him, what with the way he could hardly seem to breathe. you were looking up at him so expectantly, begging him to do exactly as you had asked — shit, he couldn’t even think right now.

“um, yeah, o-okay. what do you need me to do?” eddie stammered out, knees weak and thighs tense from the fast, slick tugs you were giving his cock. his head was starting to feel fuzzy from how turned on he was.

“just use me, please. use my mouth.” you breathed out, lips sliding against his leaking tip and sending convulsions up his torso.

eddie sucked in air through his teeth and tried desperately to combat the build up he was feeling. your words were so filthy, so debauched, unlike anything he’d ever heard (aside from in pornos), and it was bringing him that much closer to the edge.

“fuck, okay, here i go.” eddie rushed out, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and guiding it to your lips. you stilled instantly and dropped your hand from it, pretty eyes staring up at him with unbridled lust and want.

fuck, shit, damn — at this rate, eddie wouldn’t even last three pumps inside your hot mouth.

despite that, eddie pushed his tip past your lips, which opened up for him so nicely. your jaw was slack, tongue resting now as you let him take complete control of the pace.

it was hotter than eddie ever thought it could be.

eddie had started slow, a bit unsure of how hard he could actually go, but it wasn’t long before he lost himself completely. he couldn’t help it; your mouth was so hot, so wet, so tight, that he simply couldn’t control himself.

eddie fucked himself into your mouth almost savagely, fingers twisted into a fist in your hair as he held your head in place. it felt so fucking good, like pure nirvana. wet, hot nirvana that eddie wanted to bury himself inside forever.

slurps, sucks, and gags echoed lewdly throughout the club room as eddie fucked deep into your throat, tip shoving past your tonsils and penetrating into your esophagus. eddie had no doubt it was painful, that you probably couldn’t breathe —

but you looked so blissed out, eyes hazy and cheeks flushed. tears streamed down your face, sliding down to your chin to join the mess of spit and pre just below it. little moans slipped out when they could, when eddie pulled himself out of your throat and gave them the room to, and you rubbed your thighs together desperately below him.

it was as if you were feeling just as good as he was, and fuck, that was the most erotic thought eddie had ever had.

“shit, baby, i’m c-close.” eddie warned, that familiar heat in his gut reaching a boiling temperature. he couldn’t stop his thrusts, couldn’t halt the way they sped up as he chased that high.

eddie’s head was growing fuzzier by the second, each pump into that heavenly mouth of yours driving him just a little crazier, and all those little moans and whimpers you’d let out were just too much —

“i’m coming! f-fuck, baby, sorry—”

white heat shot through his body as eddie reached his peak, and he slammed his cock right down your throat, stilling while his balls twitched and tightened against your chin.

eddie could feel your throat constrict as you swallowed down each rope he shot into you, the stimulation bordering on too much around his sensitive, softening cock.

and even as eddie practically suffocated you on his cock, as he forced his undoubtedly bitter seed down your throat, you stared up at him as if he was god himself.

fuck, he was definitely going to wife you up one day.

thank you so much for reading and i hope you enjoyed!! <333

i need this man badly 🧍‍♀️