#heavy metal fanfiction

[wizard-on-whales]

He really can't be normal in a single photo, can he 😭

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[hippiegoth97]

Heat of The Moment: Eddie Munson x Reader

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Description: You're best friends with Eddie, but you're also secretly in love with him. You struggle to hide your feelings, until a visit to Lover's Lake makes you unable to keep up the act anymore. Thankfully, things go better than you expect...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI:  smut, swearing, female reader, jealousy, crying, lots of angsty feelings, friends to lovers, metalhead!reader, drug references/use, grinding, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, praise/degradation, squirting

Word Count: 5.5k

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Heat of The Moment

You've been close friends with Eddie Munson since high school. You remember not fitting in with anybody, and then Eddie took you under his wing. He showed you how to play D&D, and all of his metal band cassette tapes. Soon after, you joined the Hellfire Club and became a full-blown metalhead. You cut your hair short and dyed it funky colors, and wore a beaten leather jacket covered in pins and patches. Your jeans were always torn, and Converse adorned your feet at all times. You even had your nose pierced, much to your mother's dismay. Your eyes were always smoky with eyeliner, and dark red lipstick made your mouth look absolutely sinful. You made guitar pick earrings and a matching necklace to wear, Eddie had generously given the picks to you. You'd even made him a necklace as well, and he gave you the biggest bear hug when you gifted it to him on his birthday. You were hoping for a kiss, but you took whatever affection you could get from Eddie.

Years later, you'd both just squeaked by to graduate, you never took your grades very seriously. You don't see the point of doing what everyone in life pushed on you. College, marriage, kids, the house with the white picket fence. It all seems so hollow, and you want no part in it. You instead choose to focus on Eddie. You play D&D with him regularly, and he recently decided to teach you how to play the guitar. Some days you just get high and listen to Metallica or Dio in his trailer. Any time you can spend by his side, you jump at the chance. You couldn't help falling in love with him, but you're sure he doesn't feel the same. He treats you like a sister, a best friend. He always picks other girls to go out with and screw. It's not like you aren't a catch, you've been with plenty of guys. But none of them make you feel the way Eddie does, so you’ve never formed a long-term relationship with any of them. You can barely remember their names, they don't matter to you at all.

It always hurts you to see Eddie with other girls, kissing and giggling with them. They sit in his lap after his shows, practically humping him on the couch in his trailer. It always makes you want to scream, or vomit. That should be you, not some whore who doesn't care about him. So you try your best to act unbothered, bringing your own dates to distract yourself. You eventually fuck them on the couch while Eddie takes whatever girl he brought home to his bed.

But the whole time you're having sex with someone else, you can hear what’s happening in his bedroom. It makes you want to burst into tears, but you just pretend you don't hear. Or worse, you pretend the random guy you’re with is Eddie instead. You always feel disgusted afterwards though, you're just using random men to fill a gaping hole inside your heart. Not only that, you don't even pretend to like them. They all have blank faces, no names to you. You fill in the blanks when it comes time to screw them, pasting Eddie where you want him most. But they never perform the way you imagine he would. They don't care about you, or your pleasure. Once they're done, they leave. You're left laying on the couch afterwards, hearing noises from the bedroom with your clothes still removed or undone. It's here that you always lose the battle with your tears, letting them out silently to make sure the lovebirds aren't disturbed. You eventually get yourself together, wiping your tears away before Eddie escorts his girl to the door.

"You okay?" He always asks after he lets his whore out, taking notice of your puffy eyes and streaky eyeliner.

"Yeah, I’m fine. Just another asshole." It isn't necessarily a lie, the guys you pick blindly usually don't treat you very well.

"Maybe you need to find someone you actually like, Y/N. You deserve to be happy." He kneels in front of you, wiping your eyes carefully. He looks into your eyes, and opens his mouth to say something. But he always closes it again, and shakes his head slightly. "Let me drive you home." And he always does, trying his best to cheer you up on the way. Telling jokes, blasting music, swerving the van playfully on the road. He does everything he can to get your tears to stop. It always works too, he shines so bright in your life. He makes everything better, any troubles you have melt away when you're with him. He parks and walks you to the door of your apartment like a true gentleman, telling you goodnight. You say the same, and burst into tears all over again when you close the door behind you and you're sure he won't hear. You cry so hard your chest hurts, and your throat is left raw from sobbing.

You eventually run out of tears for the night, crawling into bed with all your clothes still on, too tired to remove them. You lay in bed yearning for Eddie for hours, picturing what being his girlfriend could be like. It's oddly comforting, playing pretend in your head while you curl up in the blanket. You drift off to sleep with thoughts of the man you love swirling in your mind. And in the morning, the cycle starts again. Wake up, D&D/guitar lessons, van hangout, work, Eddie's show, back to his trailer, meaningless sex, crying, drive home, crying again, sleep. At some point this routine is sure to kill you, you can't keep going like this. You'll tell Eddie how you feel the next time you see him. And then you can either be with him, or put these pesky feelings behind you if he only sees you as a friend.

It's a Saturday afternoon, and you're getting ready to see Eddie. It's just the two of you today, you'll be going to Lover's Lake to hang out in his van. You both like the lake, not because of its name but because it's always peaceful there. The reflections of the surrounding woods on the water, birds flying overhead, a cool breeze brushing through the trees. It's nice and quiet, making you feel like it's just you and Eddie in the world. You're just about finished applying your smudgy eyeliner when you hear Eddie honking outside. You almost stab yourself with your eye pencil when the sound startles you. You toss it on your vanity, checking yourself over to make sure you look good. Your makeup is flawless, your outfit is badass as ever, and you don’t have a single hair out of place. You smile at your own reflection, eager to go with Eddie so you can tell him how you feel. You grab your bag, rushing out of your apartment and down the stairs. You run over to the van, yanking the passenger door open. You slide into your seat, tossing your bag in the back.

"Hey there, Y/N. How are you doing on this fine afternoon?" He smirks at you, looking you up and down. You seem extra put together today, he wonders if he's the reason for it. He pushes the thought from his head, there's no way you think of him like that.

"Hey, Eddie. I'm alright I guess." You say quietly, feeling his eyes on you. You look at him, meeting his wandering gaze. Did he just check me out?, you wonder. No way, he wouldn't do that.

"You 'guess'? That doesn't sound like the Y/N I know. Well, hopefully some time at the lake will brighten your mood, hm?" He puts his hand on your knee, rubbing it comfortingly. You tense at his touch, almost holding your breath. The skin where his hand is feels tingly with anticipation. "Seriously, though. Are you feeling okay? You've been kinda off lately." He's genuinely concerned about you, you've been acting weird around him recently. Whenever he touches you, it makes you all jumpy, and you've been crying a lot too. He hopes he hasn't upset you somehow, he truly cares for you. He likes you a lot, more than he'd readily admit. But he figures you only see him as a friend.

"I'm fine, Eddie. Let's just go to the lake, okay?" You reply, almost annoyed. You look out the window, waiting for him to start driving. Eddie sighs, taking his hand off your knee. He grips the steering wheel, and drives out of the parking lot. You both ride in silence on the way to the lake, but Eddie can't help looking over at you every so often. You refuse to meet his gaze, keeping your eyes focused on any sights outside the window as you ride past. Any enthusiasm or bravery you had about telling Eddie you love him is slipping away from your grasp.

Eddie continues to glance at you as he goes his usual route to the lake. Something is definitely off with you, he can see a sad expression on your face reflecting back at him in the window you keep staring out of. He doesn't know exactly why you seem so down, but he hopes you'll at least talk to him about it.

You finally reach the lake, and Eddie parks the van in your usual spot. He kills the engine, turning in his seat to face you. "So, are you gonna tell me what's going on, Y/N? Did I make you upset or something?" You turn to face him, looking into his eyes. His expression makes your heart break. He thinks he's hurt you, but it's been you hurting yourself because of how you feel about him.

"No, Eddie. You didn't do anything. I'm just being stupid, I promise." You reach forward to take his hands into yours. He lets you, and you stroke his rings, taking comfort in how the cool metal feels under your thumb. You want to keep talking, but it's like your mouth has been sewn shut.

"So what is it then? And I'm sure it's not stupid, Y/N. But you seem so sad lately, and you practically wince whenever I touch you. Just tell me what's wrong, darling. There's nothing you could say that would make me like you any less." He implores you to open up to him. He wants to help, however he can.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Eds." You manage to reply, and your gaze falls to your joined hands. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and your palms are sweating beyond belief. You feel sick, like you can't breathe. You can't do this. It'll ruin everything, and then Eddie won't want to see you anymore. You try to hold back, but your tears fight their way from your eyes, dripping onto the floor. Eddie's hands leave your grasp, grabbing the sides of your face to make you look at him again.

"Hey, hey. Y/N, please don't cry. Whatever it is, please just tell me. I can't stand seeing you so unhappy, princess." Seeing you like this makes his heart smash into a million pieces. He wants to make it better, but he doesn't even know what the problem is. You start to panic, your breaths come out fast and shallow. You start feeling dizzy, and you wish you could just run and hide. But you can't, Eddie won't let you go.

"I can't do this, Eddie. It'll ruin everything. And then you won't like me anymore. And I can't live with that." You choke the words out between sobs, your face turning a deep shade of scarlet. You're so embarrassed, and you just want to drop it. "Please, just forget it. We can pretend this never happened and I'll stop being an idiot. Please, I-" Eddie interrupts you by bringing his lips to yours. Your sobs stop, but your body still shudders a bit. You return the kiss, it's gentle and warm. A few more tears slide down your cheeks, and then Eddie breaks the kiss. He smiles at you, letting go of your face to hold your hands again.

"You know, if you were in love with me, all you had to do was say so." His smile grows wider when you gasp at his words. You open your mouth to protest, or put yourself down, but he places a finger over your lips to keep you quiet. "It's alright, darling. I promise you haven't ruined anything. I should've guessed this is why you've been acting so strange. I just didn't think you'd feel the same way about me as I do about you." Your eyes widen, you can't believe he's actually been in love with you this whole time.

You move his finger from your mouth, and grab his shirt collar. You pull him into you, smashing your lips together. He groans as you almost make him fall from his seat, but he hungrily reciprocates the kiss. He bites your bottom lip, making you moan. He slips his tongue in, and you battle for dominance. He wins out, frantically leading you to the back of the van. There's pillows and blankets thrown about, making a comfortable landing place for you. You fall onto your back, with Eddie on top of you. You finally break the kiss, stroking his face with the back of your hand. "You have no idea how many times I've wished for this, Eddie. I've loved you for so long, but I didn't think I could ever tell you. You always chose other girls over me."

"I know, and I was a fuckin' idiot. I only did that because I thought you didn't want me. We could've saved so much time, so much heartbreak. I can't begin to tell you how often I imagined those other girls were you instead." You laugh in shock at what he’s said. Him, fantasizing about you? You can't believe it. This whole time, he’s only wanted you. "That's not weird, is it?" He asks, blushes slightly at his little confession.

"Not at all, Eddie. If I'm being honest, I did the same thing with all those assholes I brought to the trailer. But I don't think they came even close to pleasing me like I imagine you could."

"Jesus, we're a couple of sick fucks, aren't we?" He chuckles, shaking his head.

"No. We were just painfully oblivious to each other's true feelings." You giggle, staring into his eyes. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you. Your lips meet again, slow and sensual this time. The temperature in the van begins to rise, you feel your blood boiling in your veins. Eddie's hands grip your waist, and his left knee goes between your legs. He's creating friction on your clothed core, causing you to moan. His lips leave yours, moving to your jaw, and your neck. He plants open-mouthed kisses on your skin, occasionally sucking the flesh to leave hickies on you. "Fuck, Eddie. You're really good at this." You sigh blissfully, letting every sensation wash over you.

"I should hope so, I've had plenty of practice." He says between kisses, smirking like an idiot. One of his hands leaves your waist to grope your tits through your shirt. You arch your back off the floor of the van, gasping at his touch. "You make such pretty noises, princess." He whispers in your ear. "I can't wait to hear what you sound like when you cum." His words make you so wet, and his knee grinding on you feels so good. Every move Eddie makes sets your insides on fire, intense waves of pleasure washing over you. He's got you so wound up, soaking through your panties. Not long now until he pushes you over the edge.

"If you keep going the way you are, it won't take much." You moan out, your hands tangling in his hair. You tug on it roughly, and he groans into your neck.

"Careful, Y/N. It's dangerous to push my buttons like that." He grins at you, pulling you to sit up. He places you on top of him, his thigh positioned between your legs. You're sitting on your knees, and Eddie grips your hips in his hands. "Ride my thigh, darling. I want you to make yourself cum for me." He says lowly, his eyes burning with lust as they gaze into yours. You do as he says, slowly moving your hips on him. Eddie keeps your pace steady, helping you into the right angle to hit the spot where you need him most. You place your hands on his shoulders for leverage, increasing your pace on him. He just sits there watching you closely, drinking in every moan and curse that falls from your lips.

The waves are crashing into you now, threatening to pull you under. You're sweating through your clothes, and your pussy is impossibly wet. "Fuck, Eddie. I'm so close." You moan loudly, digging your nails into his shoulders.

"Keep going, princess. Make a mess all over me. Let me hear those pretty moans." His words spur you on further, and you grind yourself on him as fast as you can. You're panting wildly, feeling wave after wave rolling into you. Eddie moves to bite down into your neck, which sends you falling over the edge.

"Oh, god!" You scream, your legs try to snap shut as stars fill your vision. Eddie holds you into his chest, keeping you upright as your orgasm rips through you. You keep gripping his shoulders, gasping for air as you ride out your high. You fall backwards after your body has calmed down. You just lay here like a starfish, trying to collect your thoughts. You're staring at the roof of the van, breathing heavily. Eddie lays down on his side next to you. His head is propped up with one hand, and the other slowly strokes your arm up and down.

"How are you feeling, love?" He asks, looking down at you with kind eyes.

"Good. Uh, great, actually." You say awkwardly, glancing at him briefly. "I've never done that before. Not…cum, I've done that plenty. I just mean, the whole...um, grinding on you thing. I didn't expect it to have such an effect on me." You can't help your cheeks burning. You feel silly, babbling words at Eddie like this.

"Relax, Y/N. You don't have to be embarrassed about anything with me, you know that." You look at him again, seeing genuine affection in his eyes. You nod, turning your body to face his. You get as close to him as you can, and he wraps his arms around you. You kiss him again, but it's much softer now. Your heart melts, and you pull him even closer. He breaks away, speaking quietly. "Do you want more, sweetheart?"

"Yes, please." You reply just as quietly. You're not sure why you're both being so quiet, but it feels right. This moment feels so intimate, and you never want it to end. You lay on your back again after removing your jacket. He takes his own off too, the climate inside the van is like a sauna.

"Take your shirt off for me, princess." You obey his command, tossing it away. Eddie's right hand immediately goes to massage one of your breasts over your bra, making you gasp. His eyes gaze over your body, almost in awe of how beautiful you look. After a moment of staring, he lifts your torso to reach behind you. He expertly unclasps your bra, pulling it off you with ease. His breath hitches when your tits are exposed for him, your nipples hardened from arousal. "You're so gorgeous, baby.'' You blush at his compliment, a small giggle escaping your lips. Eddie lowers his head to your chest, kissing the valley between your breasts. You moan, gripping his long locks again. He peppers wet kisses on every last inch of you, leaving no flesh untouched. From the curves of your tits, to your ribs underneath, his lips leave a scorching trail as he moves. Once he's satisfied with his work, he swirls his tongue around one of your nipples before taking it into his mouth.

"Eddie." You whimper as he worries his teeth on the sensitive bud. His hand gropes your other breast, squeezing it roughly. Once he's left you properly marked, Eddie repeats the same actions on the other side. You tug on his hair again, making him groan. You love hearing the effect you have on him, most guys are too shy to make noises. But Eddie isn't most guys, especially when he's around you. You tug again harder, and he moans even louder. He stops kissing your chest, looking at you. His eyes are dark, swirling with pure lust.

"You love playing with danger, don't you, princess?" He flashes you a devilish grin.

"Maybe." You smile back at him. "But I love the noises you make when I touch you even more. Guys don't really do that, but it's so fucking hot."

"Is that so?" He asks, you just nod at him. "I'll keep that in mind, darling." He sits up to remove his shirt, and you can't help gawking at his body. He's toned, but slender, and his tattoos look so good on him. You get on your knees to feel him up. You run your hands up and down his chest, feeling as much of him as you can. "You like what you see, love?" He asks quietly. You look into his eyes, feeling passion overtake you. You grab him by the shoulders, and push him over as you bring your lips onto his in a bruising kiss. He grunts as he falls, grabbing your waist to take you with him. You straddle him when he lands, grinding yourself onto his stiffening cock. He groans into your mouth, gripping your hips roughly. "What's gotten into you, Y/N? You're so needy." Eddie chuckles as he breaks the kiss to take a breath.

"You'll see, Eds. Just lay down and relax." You grin slyly at him. He cocks an eyebrow, unsure of what you mean. You proceed to lick a long stripe from his collarbone to his jaw. You look at him again, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He just stares at you, wide-eyed. He's panting, awaiting your next move. You feel his dick growing even harder beneath you. You take that as a sign to keep going. You lean back down to his neck, biting down hard this time, then sucking the skin to make a dark bruise.

"Jesus, fuck." He moans out, spurring you on. You nibble his skin, trailing down his neck, to his chest, his stomach. Each move you take elicits whimpers and curses from Eddie's lips. Every sound is music to your ears, making you more and more wet whenever you hear one. You reach his belt, looking over your handiwork. Eddie's body is littered with teeth marks, and he's breathing heavily. You undo his belt, taking your time in order to tease him. Once it's open you unzip his jeans, pulling them down as Eddie kicks off his shoes. He's left in his boxers now, and a tent has formed in the thin fabric. You grip his waistband and yank his boxers down. His dick springs free, slapping his stomach before standing up straight.

You take his length in your hand, stroking him gently. He groans again, sweat beginning to form on his brow. He looks at you with pleading eyes. "You're very sexy when you're desperate, baby." Eddie's completely fucked for you, silently begging you to put him in your mouth. You happily oblige him, taking every last inch of him at once. You gag slightly when he hits the back of your throat, but you're persistent about keeping as much of him in as possible. You bob your head up and down, twirling your tongue around him as you go. He's constantly letting out lewd noises, which only serve to fuel your fire.

"Keep going, babe. But can you put your pussy towards me?" He asks, barely getting the words out. You position yourself where he wants you, and he makes frantic work of taking off your shoes and remaining clothes. You moan on Eddie's cock as you feel him stroking your slick folds. "You're so wet, darling. Is this all for me?" He asks as he slips two fingers into your cunt.

All you can manage to reply with is a muffled 'mmhmm' as he starts curling his digits inside you. Each stroke of Eddie's fingers makes you see stars, causing you to moan on him again and again. This in turn makes him groan and pick up his pace while fingering you. You feel Eddie's balls tightening, he's getting close. You speed up, working him harder and faster, gagging on him repeatedly. He takes this as a challenge to give you another orgasm, so he takes his fingers out of you, replacing them with his tongue. You scream on his length, feeling a fire beginning to build in your belly. His mouth licks and sucks on your clit mercilessly, pouring gasoline on the flames.

You're both driving each other mad as you compete to send the other over the edge. Moans fill the van as you near your highs, each lick and stroke pushing you further and further. Eddie's release comes first, and his mouth temporarily leaves your dripping cunt to moan your name as he cums down your throat. Once you've swallowed every drop, he sucks your clit into his mouth to make you topple over the edge. You scream his name as your legs begin to shake. Your orgasm rips through your body viciously, and you feel yourself cum onto Eddie's face. He holds you steady until your high subsides, licking up all your juices in the meantime.

You collapse onto him, practically gasping for air. You lay on your stomach for a moment, waiting for your vision to clear. Eddie strokes the backs of your legs affectionately. "You alive over there, Y/N?" He asks playfully.

"Yeah, just...wow. You're so fucking good at that." You sit up, back still facing him. His arms wrap around you from behind, his legs on either side of you. He kisses your shoulder, and your neck. His lips feel warm and soft against your skin, and you're already wanting more. You sigh as you cock your head to the side to give Eddie more access. He licks the length of your neck, stopping below your jaw. "Everything you do feels so good, Eddie." You sigh lustfully. You turn slightly to face him, looking at him from under your lashes. "Do you want to fuck me now?" You ask, biting your lip.

"Sure thing, dollface. Can you get on your hands and knees for me?" You nod silently, doing as he says. He kneels behind you, gently pressing you downwards. He leaves you resting on your elbows with your ass in the air. He grips his cock, brushing it between your soaked folds, drawing low moans from both of you. He teases you like this for a moment, eager to have you beg him to fuck you. You're so turned on it almost hurts, you need him inside you now.

"Eddie, please stop teasing. I need your dick inside me." You practically whine for him. He chuckles darkly at your pleading.

"Your wish is my command, princess." He says as he slams his cock into you.

"Oh, fuck!" You cry out as he hits your g spot perfectly.

"God, you're so wet and tight for me. Fuckin’ gorgeous." He pants, and he begins to thrust in and out of you. You moan continuously, he hammers your sweet spot with each thrust. He smacks your ass, making you yell.

"Fuck, Eddie!" You grip the scattered blankets beneath you for dear life, spots hinder your vision as you're fucked into next week. The sound of your vulgar noises and slapping skin is all you can hear, and it's like the most beautiful music in the world. You're loving every second of this, as is Eddie. But there's something else you crave from him. You don't just want Eddie to fuck you, you want him to do filthy things to you. "Babe, do you mind choking me while you fuck me?" You ask him as he continues to pound into your cunt.

He's taken aback by your request. Not because he's not into it, he definitely is. He's just surprised you want him to do that to you. But he finds your desires to be ridiculously sexy, and who is he to deny you? "Of course, darling. Anything you want." You can hear the smirk in his voice as his ringed hand comes forward, pulling you up by the shoulder. He lays on your back slightly so he can reach your throat. You feel the cool metal that adorns his fingers wrap around your neck, squeezing lightly. You choke out a moan as the pressure makes your head lighten. He loosens his grip for a moment as he continues to fuck you.

"Fuck, you're so hot, Eddie. Keep going. Fuck me, choke me, make me cum, please." You keep moaning and begging for Eddie to have his way with you, and he can't help but give you anything you ask for.

"You're such a dirty girl, Y/N. I fuckin’ love it." His grip on your throat tightens again, and he snaps his hips even harder into you. You're both slicked in sweat, struggling to keep your positions. You're nearing the end again, and you can already tell it's going to be the most intense orgasm you've ever had. Your skin is on fire, your insides like burning coals. Every feeling is amplified, concentrated in your pussy. Every time Eddie's cock enters you, it's like fireworks being set off.

Every curse and dirty request you let out makes Eddie's dick twitch. He can't believe how beautiful and sexy you are like this. He's genuinely in love with you, and his heart pounds in his chest as he races to the finish line. His free hand slithers down between your legs to your clit, rubbing quick circles. You gasp loudly, and his ringed hand tightens around your throat. He uses his arm to hold you in place, rubbing and fucking and choking you simultaneously. Eddie mentally congratulates himself on pulling off such a feat, but maintains focus on making you cum. "I'm so close, babe. Keep going, just like that." You say once his grip loosens again.

"I'm almost there too, princess. Be a good girl and cum for me." He pinches your clit between his fingers, sending you toppling over the edge.

"Eddie! Oh, fuck!" You scream so loud, and you feel your pussy clamp onto Eddie's dick. He groans, feeling his own high take over. He continues to hold you as your legs tremble violently, and juices spurt out of you onto the blankets.

"Jesus, Y/N!" He moans as your walls clench him. He feels your cum rush over his cock, spilling out of you. It feels unbelievable, he's never experienced anything like it. His load empties into you, mixing with your release as his hips buck compulsively a few times. Once Eddie regains composure, he pulls out of you. You whine at the loss, and your combined arousal slowly drips out of you. Eddie stares at the sight for a moment, before wiping it up with his finger. You moan at the overstimulation, and lay on your stomach as you cool down. Eddie lays beside you, trying to get your attention. You turn to him, seeing the gathered cum still on his finger. He brings it to your lips, and you immediately take it in your mouth. You suck it clean, moaning at the sweet taste. "Shit, could you be any hotter, Y/N?"

You just shrug and lean over to kiss him. He melts into you, caressing your cheek. The kiss feels different this time. It's slow and tender, full of love. You eventually break away, and you both lay down again. You place your head on his chest, and he wraps his arms around you. Your leg lays over Eddie’s as you try to be as close to him as possible. Your hand strokes his chest while he plays with your hair. "I love you, Eddie. I'm so glad I met you." You say, barely above a whisper.

"I love you too, Y/N. I don't think I've ever loved anyone like this before." He replies at the same volume. He pulls one of the blankets over the both of you, snuggling into you even more. You can't help but let your eyes flutter closed. You're so content like this. Your heart swells as Eddie's words echo in your mind as you drift off to sleep. He loves you, and you love him. Nothing could ruin this moment. The world could end and you wouldn't care, as long as you get to stay like this with Eddie.

The end.

[mustainegf]

What do you mean “they hated each other” ?

They look like besties to me 🤷‍♂️

[xd-m1a]

Did anyone else just download this app for fanfics and not know how to use this app. Because I BARELY know how to use this app and I just found out like 2 weeks ago that I can yap on here and people like me will agree LMFAO.

[kookiekult]

I HAVE RETURNED FROM THE DEAD TO BRING YOU NEGAN 😙😙

I'm so so so sorry that this took forever 😭

Requested by : @hiro--aoki

I'll get to work on the other ones soon 👹👹

[fearmakess]

I've been apathetic lately, and metal is the only thing that saves me. I thought Aemond might be like that too 🤷🏽‍♀️

[theinternetphantom]

hey guess what guys…

[sailormoonandme]

Group Therapy a.k.a. THE ORIGINS/FATES OF THE SAILOR ANIMAMATES!

Ao3 Collection: Sailor Moon Cosmos Movie Epilogue

Summary: Within the Galaxy Cauldron the spirits of the five Sailor Animamates confess why they chose to sell their souls to Galaxia.

Excerpt: "All my life people looked down on me, pushed me around, made me feel helpless. They made me feel so small. When Galaxia came to Planet Chuu, she seemed no different, except she said she could give me the chance to push everyone else around. I didn't have to feel so small anymore!" ---------------------------------------------------- "The Sailor Senshi were my idols growing up, Sailor Mermaid most of all. I wanted to be just as famous and glamorous as them. But when I found out I couldn't be a Senshi because I didn't have a Sailor Crystal, it was like my whole body had turned to ice. The next day though I cried enough tears to fill an ocean," Arumisairen blubbered. "I tried to be famous some other way, I got into singing. I was real good at it too, a rising star. But I always knew I'd never be able to outshine Sailor Mermaid or any other Senshi. When Sailor Phi found me and offered me my very own Sailor Crystal, it was like a dream come true." ---------------------------------------------------- "Tch. Like most everyone else on my planet, Sailor Koronis was the source of my pride. I held no ambitions of being a Senshi myself back then, but her example inspired me to join the military. Alongside my fellow recruits I trained hard and aspired to the highest of honours." "Which was?" Asked the arbiter. "Being assigned as partner to the Princess of Mars, guardian of the red planet of war within the most powerful solar system in the galaxy. I gave it my all to earn such an honour, but, on Sailor Koronis' recommendation, two of my fellow soldiers were promoted above me. To add insult to injury, the twin moons of Mars were gifted to my former comrades and named in their honour." "And that made you angry?" "Of course! They and Koronis had utterly betrayed me! From then on, I vowed to surpass all three of them. I craved the status of Sailor Senshi myself and all that came with it! As you can imagine, when Sailor Phi presented me with a stepping stone towards that dream it wasn't a hard sell."

Ao3 Collection: Sailor Moon Cosmos Movie Epilogue

[ginsengkitten]

<3

[stevenssticks]

not even the hand of god could keep me from sucking his dick

[wizard-on-whales]

Top tier costume

That wig is so ugly 😭

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[hetfieldsdaddy]

[mustainegf]

Soooo I had an idea about a kirk late 80s smut ...

Where he and the reader go to the cinema and watch a lame horror movie and kirk gets bored so he fingers the reader and when the movie finishes they fuck in the backseat of his car .

How are you guys so good at coming up with this stuff..? This is literally amazing, I hope I did it justice!

The movie flickered our bored faces. Kirk was so excited to see this new movie. It turned out to be another horror wanna-be. Briefly-it sucked.

I could tell Kirk was bummed, he wouldn't stop sighing. He did that pretty often whenever his mood soured.

Suddenly, there was a warmth on my thigh. I glanced down to see Kirk's hand gently squeezing, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of my pants.

The touch made me shiver with heat. I knew he wanted to get handsy. He always did. But even he knew he was pushing it.

I decided to let him do whatever, I knew he would keep it PG. At least I hoped.

I did my best to focus on the movie, but his hand was inching further up, snaking around to my inner thigh.

I gazed over at Kirk, he looked completely calm, watching the movie with a smirk on his pretty lips.

"Kirk." I whispered, afraid we may get caught.

Kirk complied, removing his hand. But just as I turned my gaze back to the screen, his slender hand slipped into my leggings.

"Jesus," I murmured, trying to keep my voice low.

My eyes darted around looking for anyone who may notice what we were doing. We weren't alone in the theater, although most of the seats were empty.

"Stay quiet for me, yeah?" Kirk instructed under his breath. He ghosted his fingers over my panties, applying the softest bit of pressure he could.

He didn't even have to tell me to keep my eyes on the movie. I knew the drill. "Spread your legs." His voice was low and thick. My core tensed at his words. I did what he said, slightly nudging my thighs apart.

He pulled my panties aside, the cool air hitting my teased heat.

His fingertip slid across my clit, causing me to gasp. "Shhhh," he whispered, his finger tracing my center again. He pushed two fingers inside me, eliciting a whimper from me.

He moved them in and out slowly, rubbing his thumb against my swollen bundle of nerves. A few minutes passed like this, him fucking me with his fingers while the movie played.

"K-kirk..." I breathed, quickly checking to see if anybody could see what he was doing.

He was far too good with his fingers, I had to fight not to moan out loud. His fingers were perfect, continuously curling at the exact right moment.

"Good job..." he watched my face tense and try to stay calm and keep my composure.

I could hardly take it, he knew exactly how to hit every spot.

"Kirk, stop," I turned to him, my breath labored.

Kirk pulled his fingers out of me, resting his hand as he looked at me. "What's wrong baby?" He asked softly.

"Can we go to the car?" I asked hastily.

He nodded, quickly pulling his hand from under my leggings, gathering up all of his things before standing up. Just as I stood up, kirk leaned to whisper in my ear. "I'm gonna ruin you," he snickered darkly, sucking off his fingers that were once inside me.

Kirk shut the door to the backseat of his car, my legs wrapping around him with need.

Kirk started kissing me, starting on my neck then moving to my mouth. His tongue entered my mouth, the taste of his saliva mixed with mine. Our tongues tangled together, exploring each other.

I reached between us, unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down his legs. I took his hard cock in my hand, stroking it up and down. I couldn't help but look at him. "Mh-" he groaned loudly at the sudden feeling, his head falling back.

He pulled my top up and off, kissing me hungrily as he trailed his way down my body, licking and kissing every inch of skin he could.

Kirk slid my panties to the side, replacing my hand on his cock with his own. I whined, wrapping my arms around his neck and melting into him.

"Lie back, Angel," he whispered huskily. My chest pressed to his as I sat on him, my head falling in the crook of his neck.

"Please put it in kirk," I whispered, my vision blurred by his curly hair.

"Hold still, pretty," he groaned, gripping my hip and pushing me down onto his erection. "Fuck!" I cried, stretching to accommodate his size.

He thrust forward, filling me completely. His lips brushed against my neck, his breathing heavy. Kirk held me there for a second, letting me adjust.

"You're so fucking tight for me," he groaned. He smiled down at me, flashing his adorable crooked teeth. He was such a cutie.

Sometimes it was hard to believe how he could get during sex based on his outside appearance.

Kirk began to wriggle his hips, filling me over and over.

“Mmh.. oh Kirk.." I whined, softly tugging his hair.

I imagined when he fingered me in the theater, how easily we could ve been caught, how good it felt to take that risk.

The car was bouncing slightly as Kirk bucked his hips upward, the windows beginning to fog.

"That's it," he murmured. I had to admit, this was far better than the shitty vampire movie we had once been watching.

"Talk to me, baby. I wanna hear that pretty voice." Kirk heaved.

I turned my head to the side, catching sight of our reflection in the window. Kirk looked so damn good. So handsome.

"Don't make me say it again," Kirk continued, his voice desperate and lustful.

"It's so-oh, so good!" I threw my head back with a groan. "I'm yours.." I huffed softly.

His thrusts quickened, I wouldn't be surprised if he'd bruised my insides. Kirk's mouth found its way to my breasts, sucking blooming purple marks.

He didn't stop, marking my chest with nips and love marks, kissing each hickey.

Whimpers spilled from his pinkish lips, I knew he was close.

It wasn't much longer until I came, both of us about to lose control. "Fuck, come on... come on..." he grunted, nearly blacking out with need.

"Yes! Yes!" he yelled as he released himself inside of me. His cum filled me, shooting deep inside my core. I clenched around him, squeezing him tighter. "So perfect," he sighed as he slowly withdrew from me.

I tried not to let my body give in, knowing I needed to pull myself together. Kirk looked down at me, his eyes passionate. He ran his knuckles along my jaw, caressing my cheeks gently. "God, you are so perfect..."

he said tenderly. I relaxed in his arms, cuddling to his warm chest. A small part of me wanted to just stay there forever, never going home.

Kirk chuckled softly, pushing a few stray curls out of his face. "Look what you've done to me," I giggled, peering down at my reddened and bruised chest and breasts.

Kirk laughed, running his fingers over his love bites. "They suit you," he raised his brows, flashing that dorky smile that I loved so much.

"And they'll be gone in a few days," he continued.

"Then I'll give you more," he giggled, giving me a quick peck.

[jellalism]

Dark Schneider x Reader fic: I can be a woman for you (Erotica)

Dark Schneider rescues a damsel in distress, hoping to have sex with her. To his surprise, the person he rescued is not a damsel in the strict sense of the term. But it’s close enough to a damsel for him to stick his cock in.

Word count: 5252 words

Genre: Erotica

Characterization: Dark Schneider is a dominant top. Reader is a submissive bottom. Reader has a penis. Reader is "not a man like most people imagine one"; implied non-binary.

Content warnings: Domination/submission, verbal degradation, biting

Notes: Reader has cleaned their behind beforehand; I couldn’t be bothered letting them bathe in the story itself. There are some feminine-gendered terms used for the reader: princess, (good) girl, cunt, bitch.

Read below or on AO3.

You barely know what is happening. One moment, you’re staring at the gaping jaws of a huge wolf-like monster, certain you’re going to die; the next, you’re in the arms of a muscular, white-haired man. The violent creature is now burning brightly, disintegrating into ashes. “No one attacks a lady while the handsome magician Dark Schneider is around.” The man gazes at the fire. It burns hot; hot enough to cremate the carcass.

You take a few moments to get your bearings. You’re being bridal carried by the person who appears to be your savior, having the power to annihilate a monster in the blink of an eye. His face is quite beautiful. He has a superb jawline, highlighted by the glow of the fire. He turns his gaze towards you. “Are you alright?” Then his face is scrunched up in surprise. “Wait. Not a lady, perhaps?” He seems a little disappointed. “Dammit, I really thought… Man, can’t you just be a woman for a little while?” He brings his mouth to your ear and whispers: “I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

You flush bright red and are left completely speechless. He doesn’t let up, though. He softly bites your ear.

“So? How about it?” He leans back again, so he can look you in the face. “You’re all red. I bet you really liked that, huh?” He grins seductively.

“I–” you begin, but it’s hard to speak. What is this situation?! One moment you’re within inches of death, the next you’re being courted by an—admittedly handsome—man mistaking you for a woman.

Dark sighs and lets you down. He seems to have read your surprise and confusion as rejection. “Fine. Not every man wants to get fucked in the ass. Not even by my amazing cock. I get it.” He turns around and starts to walk away.

“Wait!” You quickly grab his hand. It’s bigger than yours. As everything about him is—he’s almost two meters tall and incredibly muscular. He turns around again and looks at you. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I was just flustered. In fact, I would…” You gather your courage before speaking candidly. “I would love to feel your cock in me.” You smile shyly. “I’m not a man like most people imagine one. I can be a woman for you, if you want me to be.”

At your honest confession, a satisfied smile appears on Dark’s face. And you notice something twitch under his clothes, at the groin. Is that his…? If so, it is definitely very big. You swallow in apprehension.

“Alright then!” Since you were already holding hands, he pulls you close with one quick movement. His other hand moves around you. He grabs your behind and lifts you up again with one arm, with ease that makes it seem as if you don’t weigh anything. It elicits a gasp from you. Your head is at the perfect height to rest it on one of his broad shoulders. He brings his mouth close to your ear. “Time to get to my place. I promise you won’t regret having sex with the amazing Dark Schneider.”

You chuckle softly. “You do realize that by praising yourself, you’ve got a lot more to live up to? But…” You remember the situation you were just in. If he hadn’t been there, you’d have been dead. You were completely helpless in a situation that he solved in a fraction of a second. “I will admit you are pretty amazing, from what I’ve seen so far,” you finish softly. You wrap your arms around his torso. He still has one hand on your ass, using it to carry you while he walks quickly. His other arm wraps around your body, pulling you closer, pressing your face to his pecs. He smells just a tiny bit like sweat, though it’s muffled by other odors. There is a definite piney smell to him.

“Oh princess, you haven’t seen nothing yet.” He grins. “I will make sure that, by the end of the night, you’ll adore me as if I were a god.” He moves his wrist a little so it grinds against your genitals. You inhale sharply. He grins again. “You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you. But you’ll thank me for it.” He squeezes your ass.

He walks quickly, and his place is nearby, so you arrive in a matter of minutes. It’s a big, stone house, reminiscent of a fortress. It has even got battlements. You can’t help but wonder what kind of life this man lives.

“Impressed?” He looks down upon you, full of confidence. “You should be.” He kicks open the door and carries you inside. Then he closes the door behind him with another kick and carries you upstairs, into a luxurious bedroom. He throws you down on the large bed. It’s very comfortable: the mattress is neither too soft nor too hard. The blankets are a beautiful dark carmine color. You reach out your hand; it’s soft and pleasant to the touch. Moreover, the room is charmingly decorated. There is a light gray carpet and romantic lighting provided by various candles. The walls are decorated with paintings of landscapes. Not too much, but enough to make the room feel pleasantly lived in. Clearly, no expense has been spared when it comes to this chamber.

You turn your eyes back to Dark, and find that he has already removed his shirt. His torso does not disappoint. He is ripped. While you stare at him in silence, he looks down at you half lying on the bed, precisely as you landed when he threw you. “You better enjoy the view. We’ll be here for a while.” His voice sounds almost threatening.

He steps towards you, towering over you. His pecs become even more pronounced as you have to raise your head to face him. “What’s your name?”

You give him your name.

“Well then, y/n. I’m going to make you scream with pleasure.” He bends forward, leaning a knee on the bed. His face approaches yours and you suddenly feel a hand at the base of your neck, keeping you in place while he presses his lips on yours. His kiss is rough, fueled by lust. His tongue enters your mouth, fighting for dominance—and winning it, too. You feel your inhibitions loosen as you surrender to his touch. His hand slides under your shirt as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He lingers to play around with your nipple for a bit. Then he pinches it. Your face contorts and he ends the kiss to look at you sadistically. “What’s pleasure without a little pain?” He pinches it again, looking at your face with arrogant satisfaction.

“God, Dark,” you moan. He bends down a little more, placing kisses in your neck. His torso now hangs closely over yours, almost touching it. His body emanates heat; you can’t help but desire him to be closer still. The smell of his sweat has gotten a little stronger now, but it’s not overpowering. You lift your arms and grab hold of his broad shoulders. Subconsciously, you try to pull him closer.

He lifts his head from where it was buried in your neck, and the hand that was on your nipple now moves to grab your chin. “Look at me,” Dark commands as he holds your chin, pressing your head into the pillow. His long, white hair cascades down his shoulders, resting beside you. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll never want anyone else’s cock ever again. You’re gonna be my cocksleeve, and you’re going to love it. Got it?” He looks you straight in the eye with confidence that seems out of this world.

“Y-yes,” you manage to croak. Speaking is complicated not just by the way he holds you, but also by the arousing fear that he instills in you. Part of you dreads what’s to come—if he speaks the truth, you won’t be the same after he’s done with you.

“That’s ‘Yes Master’, cocksleeve.” His knee presses down in your groin painfully, making you cry out.

“Yes Master,” you gasp, and he lifts his knee.

“Good girl,” he says with an arrogant grin on his face. “Now let’s get this party started properly.” One of his hands creeps under your shirt again. He pinches one of your nipples, but doesn’t linger this time. “Lift your arms.” As soon as you obey, he roughly lifts your shirt over your head and tosses it aside. Then he sits back. You are lying on your back, while he kneels with his knees at both of your sides, at the height of your thighs. His impressive abdominals and pectorals are on full display for you, towering over you again. He licks his lips. “Now that’s a nice body you have. I’m glad I brought you home. Perhaps I won’t let you go after this.” A hint of excitement must have crossed your face, because Dark capitalizes on it. “Oh, yes, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Becoming my personal slut, for me to use whenever I want.” He grabs your groin and plays around with your balls through the cloth. “You’d like being dominated by me, right?” You nod nervously. “Well, I’m gonna give you what you fucking want.”

With those words, he grabs your trousers and pulls them down roughly, your underwear going with them. He slides off the bed to get them off properly. He pushes a pillow under your lower back. Then he lifts up your legs and lays them over his shoulders as he gets back on the bed. Your bottom is now completely exposed, and his hand creeps towards it. He grabs your ass, and squeezes it hard. It hurts a little, but it only turns you on further. Your already rock-hard cock twitches. “As I expected, you like feeling some pain with your pleasure. Fucking slut. I love it.” He removes his hand again and takes up a tube from the nightstand. “Lube,” he explains. “It’s impossible without it.” He puts a good amount on his fingers. Then his hand moves to your ass again. He flashes a wicked grin as his finger teases the rim of your asshole. “Gonna have to prepare you real good. My cock is pretty big, you know? But I’ll make sure that it fits.”

You glance at his groin. The bulge you saw earlier has only gotten bigger. Is that ever going to fit?!

Dark seems to read your mind. “Believe me, it’s going to fit. As long as I arouse you enough, your hole will welcome me.” At that moment, the tip of his finger enters your hole. A lewd sound escapes you. “Oh, now that’s what I like to hear. I’m gonna make sure you’ll moan much, much more like that. Until I’m satisfied. And believe me, that takes a while.” He sticks his finger in a little deeper and softly touches your prostate. Again, you involuntarily make a noise. “I love the way you are opening up to me. You’re such a good girl for me. I’ll give you a reward. I’ll keep massaging that sweet spot in you. How’s that sound?” And he immediately delivers, continuing to rub your prostate.

“Aahh, Dark!” Where your previous noises were subdued, you can’t hold in your moans anymore.

“That’s it, baby. It’s okay to make all the noise you like. In fact, once I enter you, there’s no stopping it. So you better get used to making all kinds of sounds you’ve never made before.” He moves his finger around a little, rubbing against your walls and the rim of your hole.

“Guess what?” He looks down at you, carefully, as if he wants to see every expression you make. Then, you suddenly feel him push in a second finger.

You moan in a high-pitched voice as your eyes stray upward for a bit, completely overtaken by the intense sensation.

“God, that really made you sound like a girl.” When you look back at Dark, he has his signature grin on his face. “You just made me harder still.” He grabs your hand and guides it to the bulge in his pants. It’s rock-hard, and as you touch it, it twitches. “Feel that? You turn me on so fucking much. I’m gonna have so much fun fucking you all night long.” His two fingers move in and out of your hole at a steady pace.

“Mmm… Feels so good,” you pant. It’s hard to breathe normally as the sensations wash over you.

Suddenly, he plunges in deeper. You breathe in sharply. The way his fingers move around in your ass is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He moves his digits apart, scissoring your hole. “Feeling good, huh? In a little while, my cock is going to go even deeper than this. And it’s thicker, too.” He removes his fingers from your ass. It feels like it’s gaping. “It’s not over yet, baby.” With a quick, cruel movement, he slams three of his fingers deep into you, as far as his knuckles.

You let out a little yelp. Dark slaps your buttock. “I’ll get all those sweet little sounds out of you.” He moves his fingers back and forth in you at a quick pace, making you moan over and over. It feels like you’ve lost control over your body, over your legs: you can’t move them even if you tried. He keeps his fingers a little apart at times, letting them explore the walls of your hole, opening you up further. “You’re really getting ready for me now. Just a little longer, and I’ll give you pleasure like you’ve never experienced.”

“Please… Give it to me.” Your voice cracks as you seem to be unable to control your body fully. “I need you inside me.”

Dark’s expression becomes fiercer. “I’m going to fuck you so hard. I’ll rearrange your goddamn insides.” His voice is low and threatening. It scares you, but god, it’s hot. He slowly pulls his fingers from your ass, and undoes his belt. He slides off the bed, letting your legs fall back on the mattress. He quickly removes his trousers. The bulge is even clearer now that he is only wearing underwear. You can see the outline of his cock. He removes his underwear in a swift motion, eager to get on with it.

His dick is huge. It is both long and thick, standing straight up, plastered against his abs. A vein runs over the length of the shaft, accentuating its girth. Dark has only a little pubic hair—white, just like the rest of his hair—just enough to emphasize his masculinity. His big balls are hanging low. No matter how you look at it, his body is perfect. “See, this is why I took the time to prepare you,” he laughs. It has a sadistic undertone. He knows what he is about to inflict upon you. “Your body won’t be the same after I’m done with you. I’ll change the shape of your cunt so it will perfectly fit my fat cock.” He grabs some of the lube again and liberally covers his cock in it, giving it a few good strokes.

You lift your legs again, exposing your hole. “Take me, Master.”

He licks his lips and makes his way towards you. “I will.” His voice is low and full of lust. He sets his knees on the bed, and crawls over to you like a ravenous wolf about to devour its prey. He slams his arms next to your chest, leaning over you. Then he brings his mouth to your ear. “I’ll fucking ravage you.” Next thing you know, he softly bites your ear, eliciting a surprised hiss from you.

He moves back slightly, still leaning on one hand but using the other to guide his penis to your impatient ass. The tip of his dick rubs against the rim. You bite your lip, struggling to contain your excitement.

“Tell me what you want.”

You are completely in his power. He, with his perfectly sculpted body—beautiful hair, astonishing muscles and impressive, almost intimidating genitals—is gazing down at you arrogantly, knowing he drives you crazy with desire. And he wants to hear you beg.

“Y-your cock,” you stammer. “You’re the hottest person I’ve ever met, a-and I’ve never been this horny. I want you so b-badly. I want you to fuck me. Use me however you like. I adore the idea of being in your—” Your sentence gets cut short as Dark pushes the head of his cock in, making you gasp for air.

“Good slut. I’ll give you all that you wanted, and more.”

“Y-yes, Master! Yes!” you moan as he slowly pushes his thick penis further in. It’s unlike anything you’ve felt before; the way his length touches all your walls and the way you feel completely dominated. “S’good.” Your voice is breathy; you can’t seem to find the strength to speak normally.

“It’s only gonna get better,” Dark whispers. He moves his cock back a little before pushing forwards again. “I’m not even halfway in yet.” At that, you make a small sound. “That’s right, baby. Your ass won’t ever forget this night,” he says with a smirk.

He moves back again, and forwards—always taking his sweet time.

“You know, my body doesn’t just look good. I have the stamina of a wolf. I love taking my time in making both of us feel amazing. We’ll be here for quite a few hours.”

“Let’s fuck until morning,” you whisper, adoration in your eyes. You feel his cock twitch inside you.

“That’s what I like to hear!” His voice is strong; loud, even. After all his lewd whispers and horny words, the volume of this sentence feels like the start of something new. And it is. You feel him push his cock further in. “You feel that, cunt? That’s the cock of the mighty Dark Schneider in you.”

You moan loudly. His fat cock rubs against your prostate, but also goes beyond it, deeper. Deeper than his fingers ever went. It makes you feel strange inside. You can feel his every movement, every twitch of his length.

“Yeah, eat it up, bitch. Your ass is so hungry.”

“Oh my g-god…,” you groan. “S-so… big…”

Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain on your thigh. Dark slapped you. “Don’t give up on me now. I still haven’t bottomed out. And remember what I promised you.” He leans forward threateningly and lowers his voice to a whisper. “I said I’d make sure it fits inside you.” He places his hands next to you, enclosing you in between. “But let’s take it slow, right? Wouldn’t want my slutty princess to suffer. Not too much, anyway.”

“Master,” you whimper. His large body hangs over you, his chest close to yours. You feel the heat from his arms at your sides.

“Fuck,” he hisses through his teeth. “Not gonna lie, you’re still pretty tight.” He moves his cock back again. And forwards. Slowly, but inexorably; this man is the closest thing to an unstoppable force that physics shall ever know. You feel his power in every one of his movements. Back and forth. “Mmm, yeah, that’s better. Your ass is starting to get used to my tool, isn’t it?”

In between pants, you manage to answer him. “Yes, Master.”

He chuckles softly. “Already feeling overwhelmed, huh? But we’ve still got the night ahead of us, babe.” He pushes forward again. His cock goes in deeper still, making you moan loudly. “See, you can take it. Just a few more times back and forth and you’ll have taken my entire cock inside you.” He keeps moving slowly, each time going a little further. Each time, you moan in pleasure. Thanks to his careful prepping and slow pace, it doesn’t hurt at all.

Dark lets out a grunt as he pushes in his cock fully, his big balls tickling your buttocks. For a few moments, you can’t make a sound; you can barely breathe. Then, you gasp for air, trying to take in the intense, awesome sensations. You look up to see Dark’s arrogant grin. “See? Told you you could take it,” he whispers. Then, his face moves closer and he kisses you on the mouth. His chest is on yours—he’s letting his weight crush you as his cock twitches in your ass. His tongue enters your mouth, full of desire to make you all his. He explores every part of it. His tongue is aggressive, fighting with yours and winning with ease; it’s a dominant kiss.

Finally, he moves his lips away from you for a bit, and you gasp for air again—with limited success, as his heavy weight on top of you makes it hard to fill your lungs. “You’re my personal fucktoy now. Got that, y/n?” He moves his lower body, causing his cock to stir inside your hole. It feels as if he moves all your insides around.

“Mm-mm,” you say with a nod.

“Good girl,” he says with a satisfied smile. His hands run up your arms, to your wrists. Then he raises them above your head and pins them to the mattress. It feels as if his fingers are made of steel; there’s no escaping his grip. Not that you want to escape. “Let’s continue.” He slowly raises his core, making his large member move back, before slowly pressing down again, deep inside you. As he presses his thick dick deep into you, you breathe out deeply, as though all the air is being fucked out of you. His chest remains close to yours; it’s as if his body is enclosing you. It feels like every part of you touches a part of him. You’ve long since wrapped your legs around him, feeling his muscular thighs and buttocks as he moves his cock inside of you.

“God, you look like you’re in heaven.” Dark seems to be amused. “Tell me. How does it feel to be fucked by Dark Schneider? To be fucked by your master?”

“Feels… so good… Master,” you pant. At that moment, he presses his cock deep inside, his balls softly slapping against your butt. It takes your breath away, and you’re pretty sure you’re making a face that you’ve never made before. “Fucking amazing,” you say with a breathy voice. “Impossibly good.” It’s hard to form full, coherent sentences when he’s so deep inside of you, overwhelming you with physical pleasure and dominating every thought you have.

“That’s fucking right.” He buries his head in your neck and then—bites?! You hiss through your teeth, more from surprise than pain. He moves his head and looks you straight in the eyes. “I’ll make you mine. I’ll mark you, so everyone knows you’re mine. My bitch. My plaything.” He moves his mouth to his bite mark and starts licking it. It’s a strangely soft and gentle sensation, juxtaposed by the bite and the way his penis fucks your hole. He isn’t rough there, but a member that size pushes your body to its limits, no matter how careful he is.

“So… you can be sweet too,” you manage to whisper with some difficulty. “Master,” you add.

“I can be as gentle as my partner wishes me to be.” His mouth is close to your ear, his voice a mere whisper. “But I pride myself on being able to read others quite well—what turns them on, what they want. And I’m pretty sure you want only a little sweetness with a whole lot of domination. Don’t you, little slut?” He hisses that last word as he brings down his cock quickly, penetrating you deeply. You squeal in surprise. “You’re mine now, cunt. All mine.”

He continues at a higher pace, moving back so that only the head of his dick is still in your hole, and then bottoming out again. Your wrists are still pinned to the mattress, above your head. He shifts his hands, bringing your wrists together so he can pin them with only one of his large hands. His other hand goes between your chests, pinching your nipple. “Fuck, you feel good,” he moans.

“Master… You’re so big—it feels like you’re splitting me in two.” Your voice is soft. You’re barely able to speak as his large cock is slamming into you over and over. It doesn’t hurt much, but it remains wildly stimulating. Nothing has ever penetrated you this deeply, nor has anyone fucked your prostate this good. With each movement, his thick member massages that sweet spot inside you. It’s especially mind-blowing when the head, even larger than the shaft, passes by it, pressing down on it.

“You’re drooling,” Dark says with a low chuckle. He buries his head in your neck to lick it up, slowly moving his tongue from the side of your head to your mouth. Then he enters your mouth again, conveniently open from all the moans that he’s fucking out of you. His tongue is as aggressive as his cock, entering you and making sure there’s no part that remains untouched. He pushes your tongue aside as if it’s mere air, completely dominating you.

His hand, that was on your nipple, is now sliding lower. Down your abdomen, until it reaches your erect member. His large hand grabs it, envelops it. His thumb rests on the tip, rubbing it a bit. There’s some precome on it, making his rubbing smooth. Then, he starts to move his hand up and down. Even though it’s so slow, it turns you on crazily. You were already close to coming from all his thrusts in your ass, but now that he is serving your penis with his hand, you can’t hold it in any longer. You moan into his mouth as your sperm shoots over his hand and your chest.

He breaks off the kiss and looks at you. It’s hard to look at him; you feel a little bit ashamed for already having come from just a little touch. “My work in your ass must have really turned you on for you to come that quickly.”

You nod silently.

“Good. I’ll take that as a compliment.” He brings his mouth to your ear again. “And you’re doing a good job too, you know. You’re such a perfect cocksleeve for me. Such a good girl.” Meanwhile, his assault on your ass has not abated. “Tell me, where do you want my come?” He lifts his head up again to look at you.

You can feel his cock twitching more than it did before, slowly nearing release. “Mm… Inside, master. I-I want you to f-fill me up.” His relentless pounding makes it hard for you to speak.

“Yeah. I can see it in your slutty eyes; you want me to fucking breed you.” He grunts as he slams into you, harder than before. His pace has decreased, changed into slow but hard fucks. When he bottoms out, he lingers there, letting the head of his cock roam around. “God, you have such a sexy expression right now. All fucked up.” He bottoms out again powerfully. You scream out in pleasure and pain simultaneously. It hurts, but it also feels so damn good. “Yes, that’s it,” Dark pants. “Let me hear your moans. Let me know how much you love being my bitch.”

“Hnng, M-… Ma-” But your words are cut short by your scream as he slams into you again.

“You don’t need to speak to tell me. I hear it in your moans and the way your ass is eating me up.” He chuckles darkly. “Fucking hell, I love you and your sexy hole.” He slams into you again. And again.

“Damn,” he moans. “I’m getting really close now.” His thrusts speed up again, his breeder balls slapping against you. The bed creaks softly under his powerful movements. He fucks you deep into the mattress and pillow that you are lying on. “I’m gonna fill you up real good. You’re never gonna want any other cock than mine again.” He speaks fast, with an unsteady voice—signs that he is nearing orgasm.

He slams into you one last time, and then ceases his thrusts. You feel his cock twitching and the thick liquid shooting into your ass. “Fuuuuck.” He twitches a bit, making movements that aren’t quite thrusts but do move his cock back and forth a last few times. He finally lets go of your wrists that he had pinned to the mattress, and collapses on top of you. The weight of his torso is crushing, but you don’t mind it. You wrap your arms around him, as if you want him closer still. His dick is still twitching, still shooting sperm, and Dark is moving around in your ass a little bit. “Fucking hell,” he moans. “That was a proper fucking load that I’ve just shot into you.”

“Mmm, thank you, master.” You’ve gotten hot; sweat glistens on your skin. But you feel hot inside too, thanks to his cock and the warm fluid he pumped into you. You close your eyes, savoring the sensations. Dark seems to be in a similar state of mind, his body relaxed as he lies on top of you. But after a minute or so, his cock having ceased its pulsations, he gets up from you, slipping his cock out. You open your eyes just as his hands grab your sides and he roughly turns you around, making you lie prone. The pillow that was under your ass is now supporting your groin, making your ass stick out.

Dark places his hands on your hips again, and then you feel the big head of his penis at the rim of your anus. “You didn’t think it was over, did you?” he says cockily. He pushes in with a grunt, eliciting another moan from you. “You see, I’m a man of my word. I promised you that you wouldn’t be able to walk after tonight. I mean to deliver.”

He penetrates your hole deeply—somehow it feels like he reaches even deeper than in the previous position. You want to moan, but the sensation is so overwhelming your breath is stuck in your throat for a moment. He moves again, fucking you deeply, hitting your prostate good, and you moan loudly in ecstasy. “Fucking hell,” you mutter under your breath.

“That’s what I like to hear, my princess.” He removes his hands from your hips as he lies down upon you, his huge pecs pressing down on your shoulder blades. His thighs are on either side of yours. You feel the muscles in them contract and release as he fucks you. His right hand moves under your torso toward your face. He stops at your chin, holding it tightly. You can’t move your head anymore unless he wills it, and he knows it. “You’re in my power now, my sweet, sweet girl.” His possessive tone at your ear only serves to turn you on further, making you moan louder involuntarily with the next thrust.

“That’s it, let me hear you. I’m going to fuck all kinds of sweet noises out of you.” He interrupts himself for a particularly hard thrust, making you scream. “All. Night. Long. That’s a promise.”

Notes

The line “You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you. But you’ll thank me for it" was strongly inspired by this art by len_barboza on Instagram. So hot...

[deathwhoregutfucker]

shit. might just have to breakdown and do a lifelover + hypothermia + psychonaut 4 + DSBM catboy/dogboy au. read all about it under the cut, i’ll shield all of the normal people from my gay craziness.

i apologize in advanced. i know how nuts i am! don't need to remind me!

i'm also probably gonna do a thrash metal one too and for SURE i'll be doing a black metal one.

[also kind of a gore warning because of niklas]

Kim Carlsson - 🐱

like, is he not the 🐱emoji?!? IS HE NOT?! he’s just a cute little guy. @gloryofnegativity and i were talking about how much of a catboy he is, he’s just soooo fucking catboy coded, it’s not even funny anymore.

like don’t you wanna just let him curl up on your chest and fall asleep? would he not go outside in the woods for the entire day and you’d be scared and wouldn’t know where he is and he’d just come back to you every single time?!?

like look at the guy!! don't you just wanna pet himmmmm!!!!?!?!/?1//1/1/1/1/!?/1

Trist - 🐕

dogboy 100%. he just looks so needy in the second picture--i just can't. like he's begging you for a treat. he just needs it. he would be such a good puppy like you don't even get it. so obedient. he would hang out with graf a lot too since they would both be pretty chill.

he would be besties with kitty cat kim too. just look at them!!

we love puppyboy trist.

David Graf - 🐈‍⬛

total black cat vibes, but one of those freaky lil guys. he would be extremely anti social, he would have a majorrrrrrr biting and scratching problem, but he would also be kim’s best friend. i feel like kim would be a lot more high energy than graf, and kim would drain his social battery in no time (especially when he would have his catnip)

graf wouldn't really be cuddly either but i feel like he’d be veryyyy sleepy. like all the time. maybe he would cuddle with kim if he was super super super tired, but only sometimes.

i feel like the only dog that he would like would be trist since trist would be very easy going.

S.D. Ramirez - 🐕

dogboy allll the mother fuckin way. dude, just look at the guy! he would be extremely high energy, like he’d run around and knock shit over. he'd be best friends with graf obviously, no question about it.

Niklas - 🐕 DOGBOY ALL DAY

there's absolutely no question about it. he’d be a whole lot more destructive than ramirez. he’s the type that you’d have to put down for biting one (or three) too many people, especially when it would come to defending david and kim and everyone.

he would always be messing around with christian and getting on his nerves. trying to bite him and scratch him. trying to play with him whenever he was tired. he would certainly make christian take a bunchhhhhhh of catnip and get him all fucked up.

oh, and he also had a piercing on one of his ears. just letting you know.

Christian Larsson - 🐱

he’s just a cute little kitty just like kim. they’d also be best friends. catboy chris would be chill, but he’d have some energy to him too. he would be friends with niklas, but like i said before, niklas would do just about everything to get on his nerves.

just had to throw that in here. you know i had to. not sorry about it.

[attentionthisisarobbery]

Eddie Munson’s Bandana: An Analysis

Content Warning: discussion of flagging, sex, sexual preferences, HIV/AIDS, drugs

Y’know, I’ve seen a million takes on the handkerchief Eddie has in his back pocket. I’ve seen people who prefer Eddie as a top in fanworks point at it and say, “there’s your proof, no point in denying it.” On the other hand, I’ve seen people who prefer him as a bottom say that he is unaware of the implications of the bandana, or simply write his bandana to be in his other pocket. I even saw a fanfic where it was because Eddie didn’t know his left from his right.

But I think there could be more subtly to it. As a gay guy, I gotta tell you, there’s a million reasons for Eddie to have that bandana in his pocket.

One is the obvious — he’s flagging his preferences so other queer men know what he’s looking for. The pocket he wears it in canonically would indicate that he prefers a top/dominant role in the bedroom. Now that could meant submissive top or dominant bottom, not just dominant top. The color is another issue. A black hanky is indeed representative of S/M, but in the 80s, around the time of the HIV/AIDS crisis, black and white hankies were worn to represent safe sex. Basically, “Hey, it’s cool if we hook up as long there’s protection.” Does Eddie have handcuffs hanging in his room? Yeah. Would that indicate an interest in S&M? Yeah. But the black and white hanky DID have another meaning at the time the story takes place.

Another option is that Eddie wants other queer people to think he’s a top, even if he may not identify that way. As a short king myself, I have to say that in certain situations (see: gay bars), I tend to attract more aggressive guys. By dressing and acting in a more aggressive, masculine way, I can sort of deter those kinds of guys when I’m not looking to hook up. I found that was less true when I lived in San Francisco, but while living in a small town (like Hawkins), I see a lot more of that “masculine tops” and “feminine bottoms” mentality. Also a lot more of the “no such thing as a true switch” mentality. Now, I’m not old enough to tell you what it was like to be queer in the 80s, but there wasn’t nearly as much information about being gay back then. You could only learn from other individuals — no looking up how gay sex works on Google. So it wouldn’t shock me if that whole “who’s the man in the relationship?” thing was something queer folks had to reckon with way more than we do now. Basically, for Eddie, that bandana could be a sign to other queer folks that he’s a safe person to talk to, while simultaneously working as a deterrent to “doms” who wouldn’t know safe, sane, and consensual is it slapped them on the ass. And, even today, there’s a lot of those.

Or, given Eddie’s, er, career path, it could be a sign to potential buyers. If you’ve never been a gay man, you might never have heard of poppers. In the 80s, it was known as the gay drug. And honestly, it still sort of is today. In a queer space, you can say poppers and everyone will know what you’re talking about, but I’ve mentioned it to straight friends and had to explain it, since they’d never heard of them. I’m one of those so-sober-he’s-boring people. I’ve never done recreational drugs, and I rarely drink. I’m often the designated driver, and I’m happy ordering a Shirley temple at the bar while my friends get sloshed. And I still know about poppers. The idea is to make anal sex more comfortable and enjoyable. So, by flagging, Eddie could be signaling that it’s safe to ask him for some.

If Eddie is flagging for non-sexual reasons — just trying to signal to other queers that he’s safe — the pocket he chooses could be incidental. What if he’s a switch? I’ve read articles saying that you can take a bunch of bandanas, tie them together, and wear them like a belt to show you’re a switch, but as far as I can tell, that wasn’t a thing back then. Whether or not it should be a thing now, from a fashion standpoint, is another issue. Something that I like about Eddie is that he does actively go out of his way to create a safe space for other “freaks.” It’s a really endearing part of his character, so flagging without sex being his actual goal makes sense for him.

The last possibility I want to address here is probably something that angst writers will eat up. I’m gonna tell a personal story here, just heads up. What if Eddie has been TOLD that he is a top? I was in a long-term relationship with this guy — I mean we were living together and talking about marriage, adopting kids, it was serious. And he basically said that I was bad at bottoming. Really, he just wanted me to top all the time, but he got it in my head that I wasn’t a good bottom, that I made unattractive faces, or it took me too long, or fucking whatever, but after we called it quits, I didn’t have sex for four years. Because I thought that the way I enjoyed having sex wasn’t enjoyable for my partner. If Eddie did have a partner who made him feel insecure about his preferences, he could be flagging as a top, maybe even believing that he is a top, because his experiences bottoming haven’t been great. In truth, he could be a switch, or hell, just a straight up bottom, but not want anyone knowing about that side of him.

Finally, just to wrap this up, I want to point out that this was all just food for thought, not what I see as the “correct” way of viewing Eddie’s bandana. Basically, I just wanted to show writers that they don’t have to say Eddie didn’t know he was flagging if they want him to bottom in their fics. I honestly think the fanfiction community gets hung up on top vs bottom way more than is actually realistic. While I am one of those people who does have a definite preference, I think I’ve run into more switches than tops OR bottoms, doms OR subs. And at the end of the day, we’re all just getting off to fictional characters, trying to find content that caters to our own preferences, so there’s absolutely no reason to fight each other about it.

Aaaaaand that’s that. I’m curious what you guys think about all this, so feel free to comment or shoot me a message or something.

Update: @nam-draws reminded me that Eddie’s bandana has implications in the metal scene as well, I wanted to talk about those as well!

So, one of the bands that we see Eddie likes a lot is Judas Priest. He’s got a pin on his vest and two posters in his room. Their lead singer, Rob Halford, is a homosexual man — he officially came out in 1998, but he had a coming out song, Raw Deal, way back in ‘77, that he said queer fans recognized for what it was while going over the heads of straight fans. Halford wore a bandana in his back pocket whenever he performed, and some metalheads started wearing them as well, trying to emulate his fashion. He contributed hugely to metal fashion; according to Rob Halford himself, the aesthetic of his outfits on stage came from the San Francisco gay BDSM scene in the 70s.

In the photo above, you can see what his look entailed. Note the handcuffs! We see that Eddie has handcuffs hanging in his room, not to mention his belt buckle. It could mean that he’s into BDSM, or it could be in homage to one of his favorite musicians. That’s another way authors can play with the implications of his costume and set design — maybe Eddie is super kinky, or maybe he just wants to emulate Rob Halford! It’s up to you. So maybe Eddie wears his bandana like that as part of his metal fashion instead of his queer fashion. After all Rob Halford ensured that the two would have significant overlap for half a century to come! There is another musician who Eddie could be paying tribute to (although I think it’s less likely for reasons I’ll get into in a bit).

James Hetfield, co-founder, lead vocalist, and rhythm guitarist of Metallica also wears a bandana in his back pocket on stage, but not for flagging purposes. He claims that he shouts into the bandana before a show, so if he loses his voice on stage, he’ll always have an extra yell in his back pocket. Just for reference, Judas Priest released their first album in September of 1974, but didn’t get mainstream traction until their Sin After Sin album released in April 1977. Metallica, on the other hand, released their first album in 1983, and didn’t see commercial success until their Master of Puppets album released in 1986. It’s also worth noting that Metallica hasn’t found its way onto Eddie’s battle vest yet, likely because he discovered them recently. Basically I’m saying that if Eddie really is emulating either Halford or Hetfield, Halford makes more sense from a timeline standpoint.