#edd gasp

[ededdneddy-artrefs]

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

pirate au??

PIRATE AU!!!!!

@prettyswellaus has an accurate username. those are some pretty swell aus!!!!

have YOU ever tried creating a criminal organization by yourself?? its harder than you think!!!!!

[therentyoupay]

“This year has been kind of wild, hasn’t it?” Anna muses much, much later that evening, well into the second round of dessert. Elsa looks up, startled by the wave of somber thoughtfulness from Anna’s side of the table. She isn’t quite sure what’s going on in her own headspace, let alone her sister’s.

“I mean,” Anna’s face crumbles, and she hides it poorly, “between me moving around so much, and finding my new job, and. You know. Dealing with Hans.”

Elsa’s fingers tighten imperceptibly on the handle of her fork. She lets Anna talk, and offers her a single encouraging nod, precise and controlled. Anna’s mouth is brave, tiny smiles and courageous words, but her eyes glisten with disappointment, with fear, with countless questions that Elsa cannot answer.

“I guess I wasn’t expecting my life to really… turn out like this?”

That makes two of us, Elsa can’t help but think but doesn’t dare let the thought rise any closer to the surface. These thoughts are not fair, she knows. They are not real, or maybe they are, but perhaps they shouldn’t be; Elsa has made her own decisions, and Anna has made hers—because Anna is an adult, because she’s starting to think like one—and now the two of them are left to pick up the pieces.

“I can understand that feeling,” Elsa shares, reluctant to offer anything more encouraging, such as no one does, really, or there’s still so much more, and your life isn’t over yet. “Sometimes plans change.”

Anna makes a face. “Sometimes for the better,” she mutters darkly, grimacing into her cup of cold tea. Elsa faintly wonders when Anna will think to reheat it but lets her make that choice on her own; she tries to keep a tally in her head, these days, of how many choices she consciously relents to Anna. She knows Anna does not notice. “Like. A hell of a lot better.”

Elsa cracks an amused grin at the grit in Anna’s voice, of fire and violence, and you won’t fool me again, and allows herself a deep sigh of unexpected relief.

“It’s okay to blame me, you know,” Anna’s confession cuts through the contented haze of Elsa’s awareness. Her sister’s eyes are so honest, and all over again, Anna is breaking, breaking her heart. “You gave up your doctoral program for me.”

Elsa turns her gaze to the contents of her mug, still warm. Whatever she says next will stay in Anna’s heart forever; she wants to make sure the words are the right ones.

“I did,” she answers eventually. “But I left for me, too.”

“But you’ve been waiting for that opportunity your whole life,” Anna insists, and her cheeks are dry but there are tears in her voice, in her throat, in her essence. “You want it. And you gave it up, because I’m a mess.”

“No,” Elsa corrects. “I withdrew because life is a mess.” She thinks in sudden waves and flashes—of freedom, of feeling trapped by four walls and a bedroom set of furniture, of opportunity, of wanting escape but not knowing how to find it, of feeling crowded and alone, of realizing that control is relative and everything and nothing, and says, “It may not have been the best thing to do, but it was the best decision we could have made at the time. It happened because it needed to happen.” Elsa lets that sink in. “And I’ll go back someday.”

“When?” Anna wants to know.

But Elsa still doesn’t really have an answer.

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start from the beginning of livable 🎄🎁❤️

[envelopesofbadluck]

trick or treat

[brawnbrainsnbastard]

real conversation they would have/j

[smuthospital]

🎃⭐️Texas Chainsaw Massacre x reader⭐️🎃

Art by: Minilev

Premise: You go hiking with a friend and this bitch has the audacity to leave you alone. You end up hitchhiking with some hippies, but their van gets a flat! Oh no! Good thing there's a farmhouse nearby. Maybe they can help

Note: I had this in the drafts for awhile. I decided to whip it out for halloween. Enjoy. Say one thing bad thats not constructive criticism and its a block. Tired of these fucking kids smh. Also, imagine everyone with a soulthern accent

-Dr. Smut

Minors DNI

Warning: Non-Con, side charicter death, mentions of gore, kidnapping, fem reader

"So uh..thanks for picking me up." You say with a nervous smile. You refrain from coughing as the strong smell of marijuana floods your nose. Right now, you're in a classic 70s Volkswagen van, hitchhiking through Texas. Your friend convinced you to go backpacking with her, but a quarterway through, she ditched you to continue the trip with her new boyfriend. Some junky she met at a gas station. You can't exactly turn tail and go home because she took the car, and stranded you in the middle of nowhere so, you had no choice, but to catch a ride with some hippies.

"No prob, sweet cheeks. Anything for a pretty lil' lady like yourself." The driver looks back at you for a moment and winks. You think he may like you. You cringe slightly. "Eddy has a crush on you! Ain't that right, Ed?" A girl next to you wearing a tie-dye crop top pokes Edds back a couple of times. "Well, who wouldn't?" He chuckles. You play with your fingers nervously. You've been driving along a dusty, desolate path through some empty part of Texas for a while now. You've always been perturbed by the idea of Texas. Americans and with their guns and hot temper and all. It seems you may have watched too many scary movies. You haven't seen a soul for miles, let alone a house, just tall grass and more tall grass.

The car suddenly jolts and you're all jostled around. The girl sitting next to you clings to you as the driver slams the brakes. You gasp for air, your heart pounding a mile a minute. "Huh!? W-what the!?" Edd shouts before hopping out to investigate. You cautiously slip out the back and join him. Edd lifts a spiked wire. It's still stuck in the now flat tire. "Some asshole must'a dropped it here while delivering somethin'," he says as he drops it back on the ground. It popped the back tires. You pull out your phone. No service. Of course.

"Do you have any spares?" You ask, hoping to get out of this creepy place. "Unfortunately these are the spares, sweet cheeks." He sighs. "Weren't you supposed to buy more, Ed?" Ann shouts from the window. "This is no time to argue! We have to get help!… Look, There's a farmhouse right there. Let's hope someone's home." He says, walking towards it.

You hesitantly follow them to the creepy house. "I'm gonna check the farm, you two knock on the door." Edd doesn't give anyone time to respond before he walks off. You walk up to the front door and Ann knocks. You feel like you're being watched. You shift from foot to foot nervously. A few minutes pass and no word. Not even a sound. "What the? Where's Edd? If no one was home, he should be back by now!" Ann looks around. You begin feeling incredibly anxious. "Let's go find that idiot," she says and walks off quickly, you follow behind her. You can't leave her to do it by herself so you agree. You walk over to the farm and see…the gate open.

"H..hello?" You call. "E-Edd?"…No response. The two of you cautiously walk into the house. It smells like wood and iron. You see a red smudge on the wall…weird. This is getting scary. "Ann…I think we sh-" You're cut off by a blood-curdling scream from Ann. You quickly go over to the open doorway she's looking at to see a horrific sight. Edd has been cut to pieces. You hold back bile in your throat and grab Ann. "Let's go!" You shout. She snaps out of her trance and follows you to the entryway, only for the two of you to halt in your tracks.

Standing there is a giant, his hulking frame filling the doorway. He's the scariest thing you've ever seen in your life. A mask covers half his face, and in his arms is a chainsaw. You make eye contact with the beast and scream. Ann yanks you deeper into the house, hoping to find an exit. The man follows you, hot on your trail. You see a back door and try to open it, but it's locked. Cassie then barely avoids losing her arm as she dodges the giant.

He hasn't tried to attack you yet. You grab a chair and smash it through a window. You pick up a plant and throw it at the man, who cornered Ann. He's completely unphased, but pauses and looks at you as if to warn you. You toss his warning to the wind and jump on his back. "Ann, go!" You scream. Ann runs towards the window but stops when another man shorter than the man you're currently on top of, smashes a hammer onto her head.

You hear a crack and she falls to the floor, limp. "Ann!" You cry. Your body was then slammed to the floor by the hulking, chainsaw-wielding psychopath. You whimper and crawl backwards. You hit a wall and he lifts his chainsaw towards you. You're thankful It's turned off. You close your eyes and wait for death. You feel the blade lightly touch your collarbone…and then gently move down between your breasts and to the junction between your spread legs…he rubs your thigh with the chainsaw lightly, as if thinking. You look up at him in confusion. He tosses the saw to the side and grabs your face in his large hand. He tilts your head from side to side, examining you.

"Think she's pretty, Tommy?" The man who just attacked Ann asked.

'Tommy', the giant holding your face grunts and nods. You're horrified. Does this monster think you're pretty? "Yeah, I agree, Tommy. Good thing you didn't turn her into dinner… though, I don't think you were gonna. You had your eye on her since their car landed in our road trap." He laughed. Trap!? This was all a setup!? Did he say dinner!? Your head is spinning.

Tommy looped his bur waist arm around your waist and hoisted you up, placing you on his shoulder like you weighed a small sack of potatoes. "H-hey! What are you doing? Put me down!" You shout, pounding your hands on his back, but it doesn't even look like he knows you're hitting him. You hear footsteps and look up to see an old woman looking over at you. “P-please help me” you whimper. She smiles down at you sweetly.

"Well, I do say, you sure found yourself a sweet little thing. Ain't that right, Thomas.” The hulking figure above you grunts in agreement. You cry as you realize she has no intention of helping you in the least. “She has a pretty voice too…Take care of my Tommy, girl!” She warns, glaring down at you. “Tommy. Get'er to pop out a few farmhands, will you?" All blood drains from your face. They…want you to…what? Tommy carries you down into a dark, creepy basement. You almost puke. You see dead bodies hanging from hooks and dismembered limbs and bones strewn about….is that Edd? You're carried down a hallway and into a room. The room is empty besides a dirty mattress in a corner. He throws you on the mattress and begins to undress you immediately.

You scream and try to stop him, but he's just too strong. "P-Please stop!" You cry. Tears flow down your cheeks and you hiccup. Tommy leans down and wipes away your tears, not calming you in the slightest. He strips you down to your bra and panties and takes a good look at you, drinking up your body. You can see the lust in his eyes. He grunts in excitement and removes his bloody apron. You curl your body up and hide yourself from him. He softly strokes your cheek and hugs you like you're a teddy bear. He's oddly gentle, but you feel he's losing patience. He taps your shoulder a few times, silently urging you to show yourself to him. when you don't, his taps become a little harder. He grunts in annoyance. He presses himself into you, trying to get closer. You feel his hard cock through his pants and try to shuffle back.

He grunts in frustration, yanking your arm and knees apart, forcing your body to reveal. You need to do something!…" Please,… don't hurt me, Tommy" He only stares into your eyes. You can see emotions swirl in his eyes before he lets go of you and stomps out of the room. Looks like he's giving you time to cooperate. You bring your hands to your face and sob. You look up. You have to get out of here! You hope to god you can do this. You get up and tip-toe towards the door as quietly as you can. You slowly open it and slide it open just enough for you to fit through, which proves to be quite difficult as it's very heavy. You don't know how the monster did it before.

You continue to quietly make your way down the dark hallway, missing the dark shadow to your side. You try not to look around too much at the carnage before making your way up the stairs. You find the window you previously broke now boarded up. You take a deep breath, preparing to make a run for the front door. You haven't heard anyone yet so you think you're still in the clear. You make it to the front door and just as you're about to try and open it, your body is slammed against the wall, your breath knocked out of you. You cough and groan. You feel dizzy. You look up to see Tommy staring down at you with a look of anger. Was he waiting for you to try to escape?

You grit your teeth before lifting your knee to knee him in the crotch, but he anticipates it and grabs your leg, lifting it. He makes space for himself between your legs and lets his large hands roam your bare midriff and up to your breasts where he proceeds to rip off your bra, revealing your chest to him. You whimper in pain and try to hide yourself, earning yourself a shove into the wall, banging your head slightly.

The corners of your eyes go dark for a few moments. Your head stops spinning when he leans down and slides his tongue up your cheek. His other hand reaches down and roughly grabs at your clothed cunt. He makes sounds of excitement once again. Saying you're terrified would be an understatement. You feel his fingers cup and wiggle around down there, not knowing what to do, but liking the feeling of doing it.

You again try to shove him off as best you can. He grunts in annoyance and moves the hand previously on your chest up to your throat. Your whimpers and please turn into choked gasps and gurgles as he squeezes. He gets even closer and you can feel something hard rub against your lower stomach. "Get her, Tommy, get her!" You hear from behind him. He grunts in response and tears off your underwear. He brings it to his nose and inhales. His eyes roll back a bit as if smelling the most heavenly scent imaginable.

You now realize he's probably never held a woman before and he's completely deprived of any sort of warm human touch. "Common, Tommy, gimme that! You get to have her, the least I should get is her undies!" His brother pleads. Tommy contemplates holding the small bit of cloth in front of him before tossing it back, which his brother catches and desperately presses to his face, moaning into the fabric like it's an oxygen mask.

Tommy grabs your hair and begins dragging you back down to the basement. You scream in pain and grab onto his hand for any relief as you're forced to the ground. "No! Please! Ahh Stop!" You cry out. He drags your naked body down the blood-crusted steps and makes his way back to the room you dread. He tosses you onto the mattress once again. By the time you manage to get up on your knees, you hear a clinking sound and turn to see him undoing his belt.

You crawl into the corner as he gets on his knees before you, his shadow casting over you. He unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall off. You now know that trying to inflict pain on him is futile. Muscles that scream he could crush you like a soda can. Not only is he as big as a fridge, but he also looks like an off-season pro wrestler. You can see a very prominent bulge struggling to free itself. The size of the tent itself is intimidating.

His eyes lock on yours as he slowly unzips his belt and frees his aching cock. You look away and feel his weight settle on the bed closer to you. You can feel his heavy breathing on the side of your face. He grabs your legs and yanks you beneath him, positioning himself at your entrance. You feel his bulbous tip rub up and down your folds. "Please…" Your eyes widen and you trail off as your eyes lower to what's prodding at your cunt. You want to look away, but morbid curiosity wins. It's almost unbelievable. His cock like himself, is too big. It's long, very thick and veiny. It looks like a beer can. You can just tell he's smiling under his mask.

He slowly pushes the tip in. You try to scoot back, but he grips your hips with his massive hands and pushes forward, but fails entry, seeming too big. He grunts in frustration. He tries again, this time managing to push the tip in. You scream. It hurts so bad. "No, y-you're too big!" you gasp, squirming in place. He holds your hips tighter and continues pushing forward, impaling you on his cock, all the way to the base.

Your mind blanks. You're unable to think cohesively. You're in so much pain. He lets out a groan of pleasure and doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size and just starts moving. It feels like your organs are moving around to accommodate his massive size. You look down to see a large bulge in your lower stomach. You whimper and groan as he thrusts. "W-why?" You croak. He looks up at you before lifting your knees, pressing them to your chest and leaning on you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel him push deeper into your womb, the tip of his cock threatening to push through your cervix. He nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, cooing softly to you affectionately while playing with your hair as if to say 'I love you'.

You cry beneath him, moans being forced from your lips as his hips plow into yours. Tommy grabs your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You can hear him making happy sounds of some sort between grunts. He suddenly picks you up and gets off the bed with you in his arms, skewering you on his cock. He raises you up and down like a human fleshlight. You uncontrollably moan into his shoulder. His hands grope your ass as he starts to force you up and down faster. It feels good. You can't help but feel shame.

He grunts loudly and forces himself as deep as he can. You whine as you feel a rush of hot cum flow into you. Rope after rope, he fills you up. You feel so hot inside. Your stomach bloats from the sheer volume he fucked into you. He pants and looks at you, rubbing your cheek with his. He slowly lifts you off his cock, cum pouring from your abused cunt before setting you down on the mattress. He covers you with a thick warm blanket and brushes your hair from your face, stroking it with his thumb lovingly. If you knew this was gonna be a one-way trip, you would've brought some pillows.

[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 23: Up and Coming

Word Count: 999

Rating: M

Pairing: Eddie x Reader

CW: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), oral, f receiving

Summary: After a show the audience might be calling for their favorite Corroded Coffin lead singer, but he only has eyes for you.

@corrodedcoffinfest

“Thank you, guys! Thank you!”

Eddie opens the door to the tour bus, ushering you inside before him as the crowd that waited outside the venue cheers and screams.

The moment you’re both inside, Eddie shuts the door and locks it behind him.

“Thank God,” he mumbles as he steps into the living area. 

He pins you up against the nearest wall and uses his large ringed hands to hold your arms above your head.

“Something you wanted?” you tease, lifting your chin in defiance. 

Your boyfriend smirks and lowers his head to press feather light kisses to the side of your neck. A soft hum rumbles against your skin.

“Been waiting to get you alone since I stepped on stage tonight,” he murmurs as he makes his way up your jaw. 

“Well, now you���ve got me.” You close your eyes and bite your lip as Eddie starts kissing the spot on the side of your neck that drives you crazy. It’s getting harder to keep your composure and your slightly bratty facade. 

“And I don’t intend to let you go until I’m finished with you,” Eddie whispers against your neck, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive area his mouth was just attached to. 

“What about when I’m finished?” you ask breathlessly. 

Eddie drops your wrists and roughly grips your waist. He yanks you into the bedroom at the back of the bus and snaps the door shut.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Eddie croons, backing you up until the mattress meets the back of your knees. You fall back on the tacky yellow floral blanket and your boyfriend crawls over you. “You’re gonna finish at least three times before I’m done with you.”

“Put your money where your mouth is,” you murmur, your eyes dropping down to his plush lips.

A mischievous smile lights up Eddie’s face.

“What a wonderful idea.”

So quickly that you gasp at the movement, Eddie drops down to the floor and gets to work undressing you. First the boots, then the fishnets, and lacy panties. He leaves your skirt on though, letting it bunch up around your hips as he slips his hands under your knees and tugs you to the edge of the mattress. 

You can feel Eddie’s breath on your inner thighs as he hooks your legs over his shoulders. 

“Fuck, been waiting for this all night,” he murmurs. “All I could think about.”

“Could be because of the song you wrote about my pussy,” you laugh.

“Hey, it’s coated in metaphors,” Eddie teases. “Very poetic shit.”

Your responding chuckle is cut off as Eddie licks a stripe up your folds. His tongue flicks over your clit and you grip the ugly blanket below you.

“Fuck,” you whine. 

Eddie smirks and spreads your legs wider so he can really go to town. 

And he does. 

His mouth devours you, tongue expertly prodding at your hole while his nose brushes your clit over and over again. The grip he has on your thighs is bruising but you couldn’t care less.

Over your labored breathing and the obscene wet sounds coming from Eddie’s mouth, you hear a dull roaring. Curious, even as you experience euphoria, you try to make it out. When it clicks, it somehow makes this moment even hotter.

“Edd-ie! Edd-ie! Edd-ie!”

The fans outside are cheering for him. For their favorite rockstar who just performed his heart out for them. Who currently has his tongue inside you. 

They’d all kill for a second of his attention, but he’s giving it all to you. 

The thought mixed with the sinful dance of Eddie’s tongue has your orgasm coming in hot.

“E-Eddie, fuck, I’m gonna, I-I’m gonna…”

He hums against your pussy in acknowledgment and the vibrations send you over the edge. 

Sparks dance behind your eyelids. Through every strangled breath that escapes you, Eddie works you through it all.

“Mmm, that’s my girl,” he says as he pulls back. 

Your slick covers his mouth and chin. The sight mesmerizes you as Eddie lets your legs drop and begins crawling over you again. He helps you scoot yourself up towards the pillows before he leans in and claims your mouth with his own. The taste of you is mixed with cigarettes and spearmint from gum he had earlier. 

Too soon for your liking, he breaks the kiss. He gazes down at you with an adoring grin and it’s all you can do not to burst into flames at his undivided attention.

Eddie ghosts his right forefinger down your jaw and uses his thumb to gently cup your chin.

“You’re my good girl, huh? Always such a good girl for me.”

If his gaze was kindling, his words are the steel flint. Fire roars through your veins and somehow you feel even hotter where Eddie’s skin meets yours. 

Your hands reach down and fiddle with Eddie’s belt. His cock is straining so you quickly free him from the denim prison. As he kicks them all the way off, you yank his shirt over his head. The rest of your clothes come off next until it’s only Eddie in his boxers—but he promptly removes them too. 

Your bodies know how to move in sync with one another, sensual and lustful. Eddie lines himself up and slowly pushes in.

Twin moans fill the air as the two of you are joined. Eddie rests his forehead against yours as he begins a steady pace, going deeper with each thrust. 

“I love you,” he whispers through his labored breaths.

“I love you too.” 

“Edd-ie! Edd-ie! Edd-ie!”

He hears it too this time. A smile quirks his lips, growing even larger when he sees that you’re enjoying the chanting. 

“Like that they’re cheering me on?” he asks.

“No.” A whimper bubbles out before you continue. “They’re all cheering for you. They all want you. But you’re inside of me. You’re mine.”

The possessive look in your eye makes Eddie’s cock twitch.

“All yours, baby girl. All fucking yours.”

[moonsapprentice]

how do you think Edd would react to the reader praising him during special alone time? Like really just laying it on thick, calling him handsome and talking about how gorgeous he is and how amazing he's doing, maybe even tossing in a good boy here and there

⋆✶✷𝔖𝔲𝔟! 𝔈𝔡𝔡 𝔵 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯✷✶⋆

Edd had found a sudden interest in the ceiling, his fingers fiddling with a thread in the couch. His face was all flushed and sweaty. He prayed nobody came through that front door.

“What’s wrong, pretty boy?”

You purred, hand still pumping on his cock.

“Where’s all your attitude?”

Edds eyes barely flick down to look at you. He shivers and shuts his eyes. He leans back farther on the couch and opens his legs wider. Your thumb brushed over the tip and he let out a choked moan. Edds ears perk up at your giggling.

“Such a nice noise.”

You lick your thumb, tasting his precum.

“…such a nice taste too.”

You tilt your head. Your eyes are lidded in that way that drives him crazy. The way that makes him melt into the mattress when you’re riding on top of him late at night. But it isn’t late, it’s midday. Everyone had gone off to do something out of the house leaving you two alone. It’s safe to say he wasn’t surprised when you pounced on him when he was watching tv. He looked down at you as you tilted your head, his breath coming out in heated puffs as he saw you just staring at him. Edd smiles a little weakly, a bit goofily. You smile back.

Your eyes flip down to his dick. He groaned out a quiet laugh, giving your hair a gentle pull. The sight of you sitting there so eagerly looking at it made it throb. He squeaks as you smack his hand lightly

“Don’t get cocky.”

He chuckles, which quickly turns into a moan as your hand resumes it’s leisurely bobbing. You lean forward and flick your tongue lazily on his pink tip. He groans; slightly tightening his grip on the couch. His eyes flutter. Your licking him was making him feel lightheaded, it took everything in him not to buck his hips up into your tongue.

“..mm..so handsome.”

You mutter. After a few minutes, you take the tip into your mouth. You suck lightly. His moans increase in pitch. As you hollow your cheeks he gasps and lets out a strangled moan. It’s not often you get him metaphorically pinned down like this, all pliable and submissive. In the bedroom you’re either equals or he dominates you softly. Sometimes though, on special days, you catch him off guard like this. Those days are the best days.

He hits the back of your throat multiple times. You’re unsure how you haven’t gagged yet, maybe plot armor. He’s wriggling like a worm as you go up and down. There’s drool falling down your chin. He’s practically looking at you with hearts in his eyes.

He moans loudly as you speed up. “G-…I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum.” He’s forgotten how to open his eyes but he can sense the dumb smirk on your face. But he can’t dwell on it too hard as he’s already started to spurt ribbons down your throat.

You jerk him off as you open your mouth, helping him through the high. A whine ripples through his chest and up into his mouth. As his seed continues to soar onto your tongue it dribbles down your chin.

You grin mischievously and kiss the tip before swallowing down his cum. He softens, both his face and his dick. Finally, you tuck his length away into his boxers and zip his pants.

“…I’ll give you a break, big guy.”

You pat his thigh

“But don’t get too comfy. I want more.”

This is NOT my best work but I tried!! Took me forever, I’m sorry. I have a shit ton of unedited/half finished fics in my drafts, and a ton of requests!! Thank you for sending your ideas! 90% of my writing is inspired by requests and other writers, so I truly appreciate it.

[ededdneddy-artrefs]

[locked-in-my-heart]

"Hm, what are you talkin' about? I'm just walking around."

*You see a random ass child wandering around the streets by himself*

-@locked-in-my-heart (Hehe, I'm bothering you now >:3)

*I walk outside, a little confused.*

“What are you doing here, kid?”

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-down AU Part 27

Part 1  Part 26

Eddie drags the kiddie pool into the gym, cursing under his breath. This is such a waste of time. They have absolutely no proof Supergirl’s powers are even real, much less that she’ll be able to contact Steve on the other side.

“This is taking too long,” Eddie grumbles.

Uncle Wayne gives him a warning look from where he’s attaching extensions to the hose they’d dragged into the gym from the pool room. “We need to figure out where he is before we go in, guns blazing.”

“He’ll be in the trailer!” Eddie says heatedly. “Like I said!”

Wayne’s brows furrowed just like the last time he’d said that. Like the idea of rich boy Steve Harrington willingly hanging out in their trailer was too much for him to take on faith alone.

Joyce, not moving from her place next to Supergirl, smiles at him pityingly. “It’s going to be dangerous, sweetie,” she says, voice low. “We need to make sure that he’s still—”

“Alive?” Will asks. He’s sitting on the bleachers, smushed between all his friends, wringing his hands. Beside him, Mike grabs one of his hands, stopping him from bruising his knuckles with the force of his pulling. Will squeezes his hand hard enough that Mike winces. He doesn’t pull his hand away, just clutches his other hand onto his own knee. Eddie aches.

Joyce doesn’t answer, but she meets her son’s gaze, eyes shining, and that’s answer enough.

“He is,” Eddie asserts, barely feeling better when Will nods.

“We’re already set up, kid,” Hopper says, dumping pounds of what looks like salt into the pool. “A couple more minutes can’t hurt.”

Eddie shares a loaded look with Will. None of them understand how quickly things can go bad over there, how hurt Steve already was. They can’t feel the way there’s a tug in Eddie’s sternum, pulling him toward the other boy.

Joyce settles Supergirl into the pool, soothing her, holding her hand. The girl looks like an alien with the dark glasses obscuring her face, casting darker shadows onto her face in the already-dark gym. She looks like a corpse, floating there, with no

Then, it’s silence. And waiting. Eddie wants to scream at her, demand answers. What’s she seeing? Is Steve okay?

Even more so when the lights start flickering again. Eddie backs up on instinct, lowering his center of gravity to crouch in front of Will as the kid clutches at the loose hem of his pant leg.

The flickering stops as the girl gasps. The lights go out, making the water she’s floating in seem like a dark pit of oil. Eddie almost excepts the dark, grasping claw of the Demogorgon to come out of its depths and yank her down. It doesn’t.

“Is Steve okay?” Will calls, voice quiet. “Is he okay?”

She doesn’t twitch, like she didn’t hear him at all. The silence makes Eddie’s toes curl into the soles of his boots to keep him in place. He feels Will’s nails through the material of his pants as the kid holds on tighter. Their collective breathing, so loud in the silence, seems like it’s echoing off the vaulted ceiling.

Then, Supergirl speaks.

“It’s dark.”

Eddie pictures Steve, huddled into himself on Eddie’s bed, waiting for them to come back to him. Maybe he’s changed into a pair of Eddie’s clothes, his own covered with blood and grime. Maybe he’s snooping through Eddie’s things. He hopes Steve doesn’t look under his bed.

“Not here.”

It hits like a punch. He staggers a little, and another small fist clutches onto his shirt. Maybe Will’s other hand, maybe one of the other kids. He doesn’t look away from the pool to check.

“What do you mean ‘not here?’” Eddie demands.

There are tremors running through his whole body. He barely feels it, wonders if he’s inside his body at all, right now.  

“Big house,” Supergirl says.

“Oh, no,” Eddie says.

Eddie thinks of that poor dog that used to always be chained up three trailers down from theirs until the Parker’s packed their shit up and moved away. When approached, the dog would cower into the front porch it was chained to, making itself hidden and small. Eddie used to try to pet it, but there’s only so much a dog can take before it turns mean, starts snapping at anything that moves.

Everyone had thought the Parker’s had taken the dog with them. They’d all shaken their heads at the poor treatment but washed their hands of the business before doing a thing to try and help.

They’d found the dog three weeks later when the smell had gotten too much. It’d crawled under the porch and died. Even when home was full of monstrous thing, it’d still drug its body back there for its final resting place.

“I know where he is,” Eddie whispers.

That first night, Steve had dragged Eddie into his closet on instinct, like it was the only place they’d be safe. Like a dog slinking under the porch to die.

Eddie runs toward the pool, feels small hands try to hold on before they give way. He drops to his knees next to the pool, barely stopping himself from shaking the little girl floating inside it. He clutches the side, shouts down at her, “tell him we’re coming.”

“Your friends,” she whispers into the darkness of the gym, “they’re coming for you.”

She’s quiet for a minute, before saying, “he says to hurry.”

“Tell him to stay where he is,” Hopper says.

“Just hold on a little longer, Steve,” she says.

“Steve?” Eddie says, quiet like he’s still sitting beside him in Steve’s closet, knees knocking as his hanging clothes shroud them. “I’m coming.”

Then Supergirl’s yelling, “Steve!” on repeat, like he’s drifting away. Like she’s trying to get to him.

Eddie reaches in for her, just as Joyce does, their fingers tangling on the girl as they both pull her up and out.

“Okay, okay.” Joyce says, “I’ve got you. You did so good.”

“Is Steve okay?” Eddie demands. His voice comes out as a croak.

Wayne crouches down beside him, old knees popping, and clutches his shoulder. Eddie doesn’t take his eyes off Supergirl. She raises her head slowly, eyes filled with tears as she slowly raises her eyes and meets his gaze, looking like she’d rather look anywhere else.

She shakes her head slowly. “We have to hurry,” she says. “He is out of time.”

Part 28

[theemporium]

“Atta girl, honey, takin’ us both so well.”

You gasped, your back arching off Steve’s chest as his hands traced up and down your sides, slow and teasing. You tried to reply, tried to say something but all that came out was a choked moan when his hands moved up to squeeze and grope your tits. 

“Look at her, Stevie,” Eddie’s voice sounded from in front of you as he thrusted his hips up, as he sunk his cock a little deeper into your needy cunt. “Such a pretty whore for us, just for us.”

“Just for us, Eds,” Steve groaned as he slowly worked his cock in and out of your ass, feeling the way you clenched around him tightly. “The desperate thing could probably just come from us being inside her alone.”

“Is that true, doll?” Eddie questioned, his fingers gripping your cheeks until your teary eyes met his. “Are you such a lil’ slut that you could come from us just fillin’ you up? Hm?”

“Mhm,” you whined, nodding shamelessly as Eddie grinned down at you. 

“What a pretty whore,” he cooed as he tilted his head. “A shame you gotta wake up now.”

Your brows furrowed together in confusion. “What?”

“Wake up, doll,” Eddie said, his face blank and his voice monotonous as he continued to repeat the same sentence. “Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake—”

“—Up! Baby, wake up!”

You blinked, your actions slow and dazed as you tried to take in your surroundings. It was still dark in the room, barely any light getting in through the closed blinds until a lamp was suddenly turned on beside you. You let out a wince, feeling someone murmur an apology against the top of your head before you fully opened your eyes to take in where you were. 

You realised pretty quickly you were in Steve’s bedroom, and suddenly the rest of your memory came flooding to you.

It was Friday movie night. Eddie had picked you up like he did every week, drove you both to Steve’s where the boy would have set up the snacks and whatever movie he had brought from his work, and the three of you would cuddle on the couch to watch it. Somewhere between the movie ending and the credits rolling, you had fallen asleep and one of the boys must have carried you upstairs—into Steve’s room where the three of you usually slept.

And once the memories returned, so did the embarrassment of your situation quickly hit you too. 

The heat between your thighs, the racing heart and the warmth in your face said enough as you quickly sat up, trying to pull away from your boyfriends and make a beeline for the bathroom where you could try and calm yourself down. 

However, Steve wound his arm around your waist and pulled you back into bed before you could make your escape.

“Don’t,” you groaned as you leaned back into Steve’s chest, lifting your hands to cover your face so you didn’t have to see them laughing at you. “Don’t say anything.”

“Sweetheart—” Steve started but you shook your head.

“Can we please forget this happened?” You pleased, your face still covered so you failed to notice the look your boyfriends exchanged, or the smug grins painted on their face.

“Why would we wanna forget?” Eddie said as he crawled closer towards you on the bed, until he was close enough to place a hand on your knee. “Seems like you were having a pretty good dream. I think you should share with us.”

You shook your head.

“No?” Eddie let out a hum of disapproval. “Tragic. I thought you were our good girl.”

You froze and both boys tried to hold back their snickers.

“I’ll tell you what,” Steve hummed as he nosed your jaw whilst keeping you pressed against his chest. “You tell us and we’ll make it worth the embarrassment. We’ll give you something to distract you.” 

Your hands slowly dropped from your face, but your eyes were still clenched shut. “Like what?”

“Start and you’ll see,” Steve rasped in your ear, grinning a little when you shivered in response. 

And he got you right where he wanted because he knew your curiosity would win over the embarrassing feelings you were currently experiencing.

“I, uh,” you took a breath when you felt Eddie’s hands caressing up and down your thighs, like a comforting touch. “I had a dream. About the two of you.”

“Really?” Steve hummed. “What was the dream about?”

“Us,” you whispered out when you felt Eddie’s fingers curl around the waistband of your sleeping shorts.

“What were we doing, sweetheart?” Steve questioned as his fingers lightly traced shapes on your arms. “You’re gonna need to give us more than that.”

“We were in bed,” you confessed as Eddie slowly dragged the shorts down your legs, your panties hooked down with them before you could even try to clench your legs shut. 

“We must’ve been doin’ some interesting stuff in that bed, doll,” Eddie mused as he pressed a chaste kiss to your knee. “These panties are soaking.”

“Tell us the good stuff,” Steve murmured as he pressed a kiss just below your ear.

“You—” You cut yourself off when Eddie spread your legs, the sudden chill against your wet pussy making you gasp. However, a small squeeze from Steve warned you to keep going. “You were both touching me!”

Steve hummed again. “And how were we touching you?”

“You were both—oh shit,” you mewled as you bucked against Steve’s hold, as you tried to evade Eddie’s relentless attack as his tongue swiped up and down your cunt, cleaning up the mess your dream had made. “You were both inside me!”

Eddie let out a groan, his arms winding around your thighs and locking you in position as he began to lick and suck and kiss your pretty cunt like a starved man.

“Is that what you want from us, baby?” Steve whispered in your ear as you squirmed and bucked against his hold, as you tried to focus on his words instead of Eddie’s tongue teasing your hole. “Is that a secret lil’ fantasy you’ve been hiding from us?”

“Maybe,” you gritted out between panted whines. 

“We’re gonna have to work you open, to take us both,” Steve warned you as your body squirmed and wiggled and arched against his hold. 

“I know!” You cried out as your thighs squeezed around Eddie’s head, as his lips wrapped around your sensitive clit. “I want it! I want it so bad, Stevie! Wanna feel you both inside me, wanna feel you come inside me.”

“We’re gonna give you it, honey, don’t need to cry about it,” Steve cooed, a little condescending before he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Now be a good girl and come for Eddie.”

.

[sintiancat]

Tord laughed, looking down at Edd and Matt from his giant robot.

‘’Hey, Edd! Thanks for holding onto this for me!’’ He shouts, smiling from ear to ear. ‘’I’ll have to go now though. The world’s not going to take over itself!’’

‘’But I thought we were… I thought we were friends!’’ Edd shouts, salty tears quickly leaving his eyes.

The old friend he’s known for so long and cherished with all his heart, betraying him.

Just like that.

Like it never meant something for him.

‘’HA! No? What would I need friends for when I’ve got this!’’ He cackles, but stops abruptly. His eyes widening as he remembered something important.

‘’Mh. But you know... there is something- no, someone I do need.’’ He says, his eyes darting around the neighborhood. ‘’I need her.’’ He mumbles, his eyes continuing to search desperately for her.

Edd and Matt look at each other, agitated and worried.

Some seconds pass by, and the silence only becomes louder.

Everyone seems to wait for something.

...

But nothing happens.

You don’t appear.

‘’CUT!’’ The director announces, promptly standing up from his seat. His hands rubbing his lower back, as he stretched.

‘’Ugh. Where’s the main love interest? She was supposed to enter scene as soon as he said that!’’ He frowns, reading the script one more time as he shouts your name.

You jolt, head turning abruptly at the mention of your name

You looked like a deer caught in headlights, and when you made eye contact with the director, you slowly left the pastry you were about to eat back with the rest of the food on set.

‘’What?’’ You frown, ‘’I’m not supposed to enter scene yet.’’ You huff, about to take the pastry again.

Except you can't.

You feel a hand rest on your shoulder, beckoning you to turn around as you hear someone say your name soon after. ‘’The script changed’’ Paul informs you, his thick eyebrows furrowing to show his confusion ‘’Edd was supposed to tell you this morning.’’

You tilt your head, ‘’He didn’t’’

‘’I did!’’ Edd says, approaching the two of you. ‘’When we were having breakfast, remember?’’

Your eyes squint as you recall the events of this morning. When Edd was eating the promotional cereal ‘’Eddsworld’’.

‘’I just remember you talking with your mouth full.’’ You blink, ‘’You should really stop doing that by the way, we can’t understand you and you know how annoyed Tom gets after.’’ Edd laughs, nodding.

‘’I know, I know.’’ He sighs, his lips parting to comment again. But instead, he only gasps.

‘’Where’s Tom?’’

Paul eyes widens, his cigar about to fall of as he wastes no time to run to the set. Edd rushing to do the same.

‘’Oh shit. Don’t tell me you guys left him inside the debris?!’’ You panic, following after the two to help your friend out of the destroyed house.

Matt and the director were already there, lifting the remains of the house to get Tom out.

Well, the director was the one lifting. Matt was panicking as he called Tom’s name horrified.

With more of the crew helping you quickly took him out, the man with spiky hair groaning in pain.

Matt and you sigh, a bit more relieved at the sight of Tom, who was at least still conscious enough to curse.

From the corner of your eye, you see how some crew members help Tord step off the giant robot, the Norwegian running towards Tom to make sure he wasn’t badly injured.

Tord lifts him up, seating him down so a crewmate could quickly aid him.

Tom tries not to wince as he feels the alcohol-soaked cotton ball touch his injury.

‘’I didn’t receive the signal,’’ He hisses, ‘’I stayed there for whole five minutes.’’

‘’There was not clear communication.’’ The director huffs, crossing his arms. ‘’Someone forgot to inform people about the change in script.’’

Edd looks away, whistling as he kicks a pebble.

‘’Why am I not surprised…’’ You hear someone mutter

Sighing, you crouch down at Tom’s level.

‘’Tom.’’

‘’Yeah?’’ He looks your way, his tired eyes making eye contact with you.

You have a tiny smile on your face, as you lean closer to him.

Your lips parting to whisper into his ear.

‘’Idiot. I fucking told you to accept the stunt double.’’ You pull his ear

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heres my two cents to the ew x reader community. i dont think ive ever seen an actor au in the fandom tbh

also hi tumblr how do u

[iloveyousomuchxoxoxo]

I saw ur pinned post! I was wondering if you could do yandere headcanons for EW Edd x reader (fem pleaseee :33) can they also be sfw and nsfw??

I’m prob gonna come back a lot LMAO

whoa.. finallty getting to my rwqeuests also the layout gonna be lazy and not as pretty cos im still not feeling too good!!?!!!!!! yes sir ok anyways onto the hcs

" You drive me insane. "

warnings; dead dove don't eat, yandere, sexual stuff, Edd being a creep Headcanons

Alone time? When EDD is obsessed with you? HAH LMAOFDSUAHDDSAHSAS

yeah, no, you don't get alone time anymore.

He loves being around you. I mean, c'mon, he's in the presence of an angel, right?? Why wouldn't he adore it

And why wouldn't he get hard simply from watching you?

Moving on from that

He does his best to never let you lift a finger. You're hungry? He'll cook for you. Need laundry done? He'll do it for you. Groceries?- you get the idea.

Although, he's usually the reason you want to do laundry yourself, since you find your panties are often missing, and Edd looks quite guilty when you ask him about it.

To be honest, he only fully trusts Tom, Matt and Tord to be around you alone. Anyone else, no matter what gender, he will need to be there with you. NSFW (both sexual, and things that would need a heavy TW. Proceed with caution, lovely<3) ONLY HCS BELOW

Would carve your name/initials into himself, getting hard at the feeling of "belonging" to you

I feel like he's a bit of a sadiomasochist, so he'd want you to put out a cigarette on him, he'd also like to choke you out when he's jealous, relishing in the way you'd gasp for air and beg for him to stop

Anything below the waist is off-limits if he doesn't have consent. If you don't want a kiss, he'll tell you to suck it up. But if you don't want him to touch you in that way, he won't

But if you did want that kind of thing, he is ready 24/7.

Pace is deep and slow. Loves hearing your whines and pleas for him to go faster

grajgjjhshhs i hope you like it mwa mwa mwa

[dollcherray]

₊⊹ HIGHSCHOOL SWEETHEARTS 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ EDDSWORLD WITH A HYPER FEMININE S/O

ᯓ★ Pst! Cherry says: YIPPEE, EDDSWORLD CONTENT! i've been hyper fixating on eddsworld lately so decided to work on some hcs about them for the fandom, eat up children!! and also... I'm FREE!!! i finally solved what i had to solve so i have more time now, reader is gn :) THERE'S NO TORD IN THIS.

✧₊⁺ Type: Headcanons, Romantic/platonic(?), Fluff.

꩜.ᐟ Music: Highschool sweethearts

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ EDD

۶ৎ He thinks you're adorable, really! the first time he met you, you were wearing a white soft dress that had black details on the garment neckline along with black heels and white socks, your hair was tied up on a ponytail with a big white scrunchie that had a bow attached to it and Edd was fond of the style the moment he saw you.

۶ৎ Edd is very chill about it, he doesn't care about how you dress and how much you use makeup and bows, as long as you're happy, he's happy!

۶ৎ The only thing he's not really happy with is the shopping sprees you drag him into, don't get him wrong, he's happy that you know your style but, shopping for it almost every week and dragging him along with it kinda bugs him out because you always make him carry the hundreds of bags.

۶ৎ Edd tried to voice his annoyance to you many times, but everytime he sees the happy look on your face, he just sorta sucks it up and be your bag holder for the rest of the shopping spree, Edd has a weak spot for your smile.

۶ৎ And of course you use that weak spot to your advantage when you ask him if you could do your makeup, he may try to play tough and reject it at first but like i said, just use his weak spot that he'll eventually give in.

۶ৎ Edd doesn't really do skincare but wouldn't mind doing it, i think he would be chill about it honestly.

۶ৎ Everytime he's going to gift you, 50% of the chances is that he's giving you dress or heels, the other 50% is either makeup or accessories, because he's that supportive of your style. 🫶🏼 (and he doesn't really know what else to gift you)

۶ৎ Edd thinks this style of clothing really fits you, you look very delicate and pretty with it, so expect him to compliment every time you put together a new outfit.

۶ৎ If someone judges you for the way you dress, he would defend you but wouldn't try to make a scene, it would be more in a chill way, saying things like "hey man, that's not cool" and etc, if the person still try to be rude Edd would just distance you both from them.

۶ৎ overall very chill but supportive :)

꩜.ᐟ MATT

۶ৎ You guys are twinning.

۶ৎ Matt is not a hyper feminine person like you, but he is quite the feminine guy, so he may borrow a shirt or a bow from time to time, just don't forget to ask for him to give it back. (or he may legit steal it from you 👀)

۶ৎ When he first saw you, he was in the mall with Matilda and oh boy when he set his eyes on you, he gave one of those dramatic loud gasps that you could hear it from across the mall, like Matt chill it's just a person wearing a pink shirt from your favorite brand.

۶ৎ He wouldn't really wear makeup but if you ask to do his makeup Matt will gladly accept it!! if you do something more pinkish he'll adore it!! i like to hc that one of his main favorite colors out of the many he has is pink, so he'll be really satisfied with it.

۶ৎ He'll gladly go on shopping sprees with you, you two would be full of shopping bags in under 2 hours, you guys would be walking with a whole new wardrobe in your arms.

۶ৎ Selfies, LOTS of manicure and/or pedicure selfies, skincare nights EVERY NIGHT, you guys would have a whole new album of photos!! 99% of these photos are written "Besties 4ever" or something between these lines in them.

۶ৎ This man is like your fucking soulmate, if you offer him to wear a skirt he would honestly.

۶ৎ Just a silly duo.

⋆.˚ TOM

۶ৎ He has a love hate relationship with it, same reasons as Edd its just hes more passive-aggressive with it.

۶ৎ not that he really cares what you wear, its just the way you drag people in it that kinda pisses him off but, he tries his best to be supportive of it.

۶ৎ Everytime you guys are one of your hundreds of shopping sprees and you make him carry something, he'll grumble under his breath and begrudgingly take one of the bags for you, because, well, its you.

۶ৎ If you ask him to let you do his makeup, he'll instantly say no, like stop asking and scram off.

۶ৎ But if you really insist on it, like really annoy him about it, he'll eventually give in out of irritation, only to regret it moments later when he sees the "pink mess" (in his words) you did on his face.

۶ৎ Man walked out of your room looking like a drag queen.

۶ৎ Tom is also the type of man to not do skincare but wouldn't mind doing it, so if you offer him to do it for him, he'll accept it and thank you for taking care of him. (cutie)

۶ৎ Sometimes he doesn't understand why you wear so much pink, honestly, but he isn't the best one to complain anyways, since he (like the others) mainly wears one color.

۶ৎ Grumpy cat.