#it’s poker night at the Munson’s

[etherealxwitch]

Birthday Surprise

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s Eddie’s birthday and you have a surprise gift for him

Warnings: (SMUT minors DNI), some fluff, cursing, dom!eddie, pet names (baby, whore, slut), slight degradation, oral (m and f receiving), ball worship ,fingering (f receiving), choking, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie

WC: 3.2K

(this gets filthy, enjoy!)

Today is Eddie’s 21st birthday and even though he told you not to get him anything, of course you didn’t listen. You were currently trying your best to wrap his gift, hoping he would like it. Shopping for Eddie was never easy, that was no surprise. This year, you decided to do something different, something homemade. You sought out the help of your friend Robin to put the plan into action. She was more than happy to help, especially after you told her the idea. Wrapping this gift wasn’t easy, you had to make sure not to crease it or it would be ruined. 

“He’s pulling up!” Wayne yelled from the living room of the trailer just as you finished with the gift. The gift had to stay hidden in Eddie and your shared room. If Wayne were to see it, you would be embarrassed for weeks. You ran to the living room, trying to act as normal as possible. Wayne and you had the whole thing planned out. Make it seem like Eddie’s birthday wasn’t a big deal until he walked in to see some small decorations and a cake that you had baked from scratch. 

The familiar sound of Eddie’s boots could be heard outside. You were nervous, not really having a reason to be nervous. Well, except for the fact that his gift from you was going to send him (and maybe you) into a spiral. 

Eddie walked into the small trailer and a huge smile spread across his face. “And what is all this?” Wayne walked up to Eddie and gave him a tight hug, “Happy birthday, son.”

You were next to hug him, pressing your face against his chest. “This is a little surprise party for you. As Eddie pressed a kiss to your head, you whispered into his ear, “your gift is hidden in our room.” Eddie smirked, already having an idea of what the gift could be. You knew what his idea was and boy was he wrong.

“You two didn’t have to do this, you know how I am about celebrating.” Wayne lit the candles, bringing the cake over to him. You rolled your eyes at him, causing you to both laugh, “but I am thankful.”

Wayne and you began to sing Happy Birthday and Eddie hid his face, “you two are too much.”

“Oh, just blow out the candles, would you?” Were you rushing him? Maybe, but you really wanted to take him back into the bedroom and show him his special gift.

After filling up on cake and having some fun, Wayne left for poker night. You and Eddie finally had the trailer to yourselves. 

“So, where is my gift, baby?” Eddie wrapped his arms around you from behind, placing soft kisses against your neck. “Or are you my gift?” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Of course he thought his gift would be sex.

“It’s not exactly me,” you spun around and took his hand, leading him back to the room. “It’s a version of me.”

Eddie’s interest definitely peaked. What could his gift be if it was a version of you? His mind went to a fleshlight, but would you really go that far when you give him the real thing practically every night? Eddie tried to think of everything it could be, but he literally had no idea.

Gently, you pushed him to sit on the full sized bed. Now he was wondering if his gift was a blow job, but you also do that a lot too. “You have me guessing so much, I need to know what this gift is.” Eddie was always so impatient, even more so when he had no clue what was about to happen.

You handed Eddie a rolled up and badly wrapped gift and that’s when your nerves set in. What if he didn’t like it? What if he thought it was too much? You didn’t have much time to think because Eddie was already unwrapping and unrolling the gift.

Eddie's eyes practically popped out of his head as he looked at the full thing. It was a poster of you. Not only you, but you in his favorite bikini, pouring your favorite beer down his body. Eddie felt his cock twitch at the sight, his mind completely blank. “Wow, I-, this is fucking amazing.”

You sat beside him on the bed, following his eyes over the poster, “I take it that you like what you see?” He got off the bed, rummaging through his drawers before pulling out a roll of tape. 

“Like it? Baby, I fucking love it.” He leaned down and placed a bunch of kisses on your forehead. Once he was satisfied with the amount of kisses, he was never really satisfied with that, so he crawled on the bed and hung the poster directly above it. You tried not to laugh as he sat back to take in the poster more. His cock grew harder the more he looked at it and you could tell by the tent forming in his pants. You both had a nice view of each other.

Eddie looked back at you and then to the poster, “how in the hell did I get so lucky that I get to stare at two of you now?” He pulled you close to him and hugged you into his side. “Best birthday gift anyone could ask for.”

The tent in his pants kept catching your attention. So, you took one of your hands and gently palmed it, giving a squeeze. “Who said that had to be the end of your gift?”

Looking down at your hand, Eddie pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He didn’t say anything, just watched as your small hand (compared to his bulge) palm it. You could feel his cock throb under your hand and your panties started to soak with how wet you got. Eddie had such a wild effect on you, you couldn’t stop it or him.

You brought your other hand down and began to work on his belt, “I have an idea, but you have to trust me.

Eddie helped as you began to struggle with his belt. “Baby, I trust you with my life.” 

He watched you as it was your turn to get off the bed and strip off your clothes. You pulled down your panties and Eddie couldn’t help but to groan at how wet you are. A string of wetness connected from your pussy to the panties and Eddie’s mouth went completely dry. His favorite meal was right in front of him and he wanted to do nothing more than to devour you. Your voice broke him from his thoughts, “I need you to strip for me. Need to see that cock and have it in my wet mouth.

Eddie stumbled out of the bed, your words sending a shockwave through his mind and body. As he was getting dressed, you laid on the bed, your back against the mattress and head hanging off the side. He didn’t know what you had planned, but from the looks of it, you were both going to enjoy it.

You were just as impatient as Eddie. He was taking his sweet time getting undressed and taking off every piece of jewelry so they don’t get ruined. A hand, your hand, trailed down your body and spread your legs right in front of Eddie. His view of your soaked pussy made him work faster. 

“I want you to fuck my mouth, please.” You readjusted yourself, finding a better angle to hang your head. Eddie made his way over to you, his cock dangling right against your lips. Your tongue came out to lick at the slit, catching some precum in your mouth. Nothing more was said as you opened your mouth wide and allowed his cock to slide right down your throat. Eddie groaned at the feeling of how wet and warm your mouth was. It was like your pussy, which nothing ever came close to. The more his cock slid in your throat, the more you were swallowing around him.

“Fucking hell, feel so good.” You didn’t have a view of him, but you knew his head was thrown back in pleasure and sweat started to bead on his forehead. Eddie slid his cock in more, until his balls hit your forehead, causing you to moan around him. “You like that, don’t you? Like my balls being so close to your mouth? Bet you wanna taste them.” Your thighs rubbed thighs together at his words. Eddie knew you loved balls, his balls, in your mouth. 

Your hands found Eddie’s thighs and gave them a gentle rub. One of his biggest weaknesses was your mouth. It was skilled and always knew how to please him. You were absolutely perfect for him, there was no denying it.

Eddie let out a chuckle at your reaction before pulling his cock out from your throat. A string of salvia connected the head of his cock to your lips, causing you both to quietly moan at the sight. You whined at the loss of the heaviness in your mouth. “Don’t worry, gonna give you something else to suck on.” He straddled your face more, his balls dangling right in front of your mouth, “C’mon be the greedy whore that I know you are.” You did not have to be told twice. As you opened your mouth again, Eddie bent his knees, letting you suck both balls into his mouth at once. Each roll of your tongue around the soft skin had Eddie's thighs shaking, you were both getting pleasure from this. You rolled the balls around your mouth, humming here and there. The more you hummed, the more Eddie would groan, he couldn’t help the reactions coming out of him, you were just so good to him. 

This time Eddie’s hand trailed down your body, your thighs spreading for him. “This pussy is just begging for my touch, isn’t it?” You felt the front of Eddie’s body press against yours. You expected to feel his tongue or mouth, but instead he spread your pussy lips wide with both of his thumbs and spit. He was getting you more wet than you already were. “Mmmm, so nice and shiny.” One of his fingers collected his spit, rubbing it around your clit. His movements caused you to moan around his balls. The vibrations of your moans made Eddie’s hips buck.

You gargled around the balls in your mouth as you ground against the pads of his finger. “Keep that gargling up and I’ll bust all over these pretty tits of yours.” His words were breathy, he was trying his best to hold in his cum. Eddie didn’t like to cum before you ever. 

The fun you were having was amazing, so when Eddie pulled his body from you, you frowned. “I wasn’t done.” You sat up and crossed your arms in frustration.

“I know, but I need that pussy on my face,” this time Eddie laid on the bed, pulling you so your pussy rested against his chest. “I’ve been thinking about it all day, thinking about you dripping in my mouth.” Eddie lifted your hips and slid down the bed so you were now hovering over his face. You felt his hands grip your thighs before pulling you down. A squeal left you as he quickly started to lick everywhere. Eddie had a skillful tongue, always knowing how to flick it or where to lick. He groaned at the taste of you, groaned knowing that all this, you, were for him and only him.

Again, your hips ground against him. “E-Eddie, your tongue feels, fuck, feels so good.” How you were forming a small coherent sentence with a tongue licking at your pussy was beyond you. Eddie wrapped his plump lips around your swollen clit at the same time that he slid two fingers into you, just past the knuckles. Your body fell forward and you braced yourself against the wall. Your hands tangled in his hair and pulled, the pleasure almost becoming too much. Eddie sucked and nibbled at your clit in time with each curl of his fingers. The combination of both sent you teetering over the edge. 

“Eddie, I-,” you felt yourself cum and clench around his fingers. He was going at such a fast pace that your thighs were shaking against his head.. You rocked against him, riding out your first orgasm of the night. 

It took you a moment to find your composure and move off of Eddie’s face, now laying down next to him. You looked over at him, his pupils blown, his chin and mouth covered in your cum. “Taste like an angel.” Eddie brought his fingers up to your mouth and watched as you swirl your tongue around them, “such a good girl, tasting yourself.”

Eddie pulled you in for a kiss, both of your lips molding together. It was the first kiss of the night and it was perfect. You slid your tongue against his bottom lip, enticing his tongue to poke out and lick at yours. The kiss quickly became sloppy and you pulled Eddie on top of you, feeling his cock rub against your thigh. You pulled away, his bottom lip now tucked between your teeth. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” All you could do was shrug your shoulders and smirk as a response. 

You wrapped a leg around his hip, pulling him closer to you if that was possible. “Eddie, I need to feel you inside of me.” A hand of his came down to smack the back of your thigh, causing you to quietly moan out. “I’ll do anything, you know I will.”

Eddie grabbed your hand and kissed all the way down your arm before stopping to bite at your neck. “I know you’ll do anything, baby, but,” he unhooked your leg from his hip and flipped you over, “you’ve already done so much for me.” You felt him press his chest to your back, his hips rutting against your ass cheeks. “Y’want me to wreck this pussy, don’t you? Need to feel my cock inside you as you cum?” Somehow his words were making you wetter, making you clench around nothing. All you could do was nod your head. “Haven’t even really fucked you yet and your’re already acting dumb.” 

The tip of his cock brushed against your clit, making you jolt forward. “Eddie stop being a fucking tease. Need you so bad.” Eddie barely gave you time to finish the sentence before he slowly slid inside of your very soaked pussy. You threw your head down against the pillows, your eyes squeezing shut. Every part of his cock could be felt inside of you, there was no getting used to the sweet sting of that first slide in. “You fill me up s-so well.” Your hips bucked against his so he could slide in deeper until he was fully in you; balls deep.

“Fucking Christ, the tightest pussy I’ve ever been in.” Eddie slowly pulled out, only to slam back in. “Look at how tight you squeeze me, baby, so good for me.” His hands found your hair and pulled your body up, your eyes now level with the poster you made him, “You see how much of a slut you are for me? I wanna hear who you belong to.”

His hips were snapping so violently that you couldn’t even get a word out, only moans. That’s when you felt one his rough hand come down and give you a stinging spank. “I said,” he slammed in and stilled his hips, “I wanna hear who the fuck you belong to.”

“Y-ours Eddie! I’m your slut, I’m all yours,” and you were right. You were his and he was yours. “Can feel you so deep inside of me.” Eddie began to move again and each thrust of his hips was sending you into a frenzy. You could feel yourself getting closer and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold on for.

Both of his hands were now on your hips, dragging your pussy to his cock, “Is the pretty slut gonna cum?” Eddie took one of his hands from your hips, snaking around until it found your clit. HIs fingers rubbed fast circles, the small bedroom now filled with moans and the sound of wetness. “Go ahead, make a mess on my cock.”

You did just that. Your whole body convulsed and your back arched, throwing your head against his shoulder. The moans leaving your mouth were borderline pornographic, he just made you cum so good. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Eddie helped ride you through your second orgasm of the night, not slowing his hips or fingers down until he knew you were fully spent.

Once you were calmed down enough, Eddie pulled out and flipped you over to your back, a squelching sound leaving your pussy. “My cock is soaked from you.” You leaned up from your elbows and sure enough he was right. Your cum was dripping from his cock down to his balls, it looked so erotic. “Think you have the strength for one more?” Eddie leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. There was no doubt that you were sensitive, but you always wanted to go more rounds with him. You nodded your head and he kissed you again, “That’s my girl.”

Eddie’s hands spread your thighs open and he eased in. “Still so wet for me.” He bottomed out quickly and just basked in the warm feeling that is you. “God, I love you.” Before he started to move, he pressed his forehead against yours. You both locked eyes and that’s when he started. He loved to watch your face contorted in pleasure before a moan would leave your mouth. 

You reached down and grabbed one of his hands, placing it to your neck. He quickly got the hint and squeezed. Your eyes rolled back and your body arched up into his, “Just like that Ed’s, j-just like that.” The feeling of his thick cock inside you and his balls hitting your cheeks was bringing you quickly to the edge again. The both of you were so close, you wanted to cum together. “M’gonna cum, shit.”

Eddie’s hand squeezed harder at your throat, cutting some of your breath off. “Cum with me, please,” his hips were snapping so hard, the head of his cock hitting your sweet spot. One more snap of his hips and you were both cumming. Your name a moan on his lips and his a moan on yours. “Came so fucking deep in you.” He wasn’t lying, you could feel his cum so deep in you that it made you whimper.

The both of you caught your breath before Eddie pulled out to lay beside you. Instantly, he brought you to his body, kissing your shoulder. “You did so good baby, so good.” His fingers rubbed at your sore hips, soothing you. “This was the best birthday, all thanks to you.”

You let out a tired giggle and turned to face him, exhaustion written on each of your faces. “Anything for you, my love.” Your head rested on his chest and it was quiet for a moment, the two of you just relaxing into each other. Eddie’s quiet snores filled your ears and you brushed the hair out of his tired face, “Happy birthday, Eddie.” 

[runningmunson]

Already in Deep

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem Nurse!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Eddie survives and beings to fall for his nurse.

Warning: swearing, hospital and medical procedure?, reference of nightmares, Eddie being Eddie

Eddie was alive, minutes from death, but still alive. Now that wasn’t to say his road to recovery wouldn’t be long, painful, and difficult. It had already been a little under two weeks since he was brought into the ER, clinging to life. He has since had two major surgeries, been on life support in a medically induced coma, and a week later finally woke up.

On day 12 of his hospital stay, his usual night nurse, Clara, was about to change his dressings. It wasn't anything new, just a part of his daily routine since being in the hospital. However, this was his first one since having his second surgery and they weren’t fun.

Before starting, Clara went to the door to call for help, “Hey, (Y/N)! Can you help me with this dressing change?” A few seconds pass and in walks the most beautiful woman Eddie has ever seen. Your hair was pulled back out of your face, donning blue scrubs and a bounce to your step. “Yeah, I can!” you said, your voice like music to his ears.

Shit. All he had to do was take one look at you to know he was already in deep.

“Alright, Eddie, this is (Y/N) and we are going to change these bandages,” Clara said, taking the tape off. Eddie winced at this, the tape pulling at his skin. You noticed and spoke up.

“Why don’t we use some alcohol swabs? That helps loosen the tape up so it won’t pull so much,” you explained to Eddie. You start taking the old dressings off, Eddie suddenly becoming increasingly insecure at the thought of you seeing his mangled body. He was looking at your face, waiting for a look of disgust but it never came, something he would forever be thankful for. You on the other hand were shocked at what you saw, you’ve seen injuries before but never this bad. You kept a poker face on, knowing how difficult it must be for Eddie. Clara reached for the sterile water and began pouring it on the wounds.

“Son of a bitch, that fucking hurts!” Eddie yelled. He sat up to avoid anything touching his skin. Pain radiated throughout his torso at the quick movement. “Damn, sorry. I just wasn’t expecting that to hurt so bad.”

You held out your hand to Eddie, “Here, hold my hand.”

“Woah, at least let me ask you out on a date first,” Eddie said with a wink. You let out a laugh. His heart rate picked up at that sound. Clara started the process again causing Eddie to wince and grab your hand. He squeezed it tight but knew it wasn’t doing much to help so you started up a conversation.

“You play guitar right? How about you tell me more about that?” You asked, trying to distract him. How did you know he played guitar? Maybe someone mentioned it to you but he wasn’t sure.

Eddie began telling you all about his guitar, describing it, and talking about his favorite songs he loved to play. His eyes were bright with excitement, something Clara told you later she hadn’t seen since he’s been here.

The next thing Eddie knew, you and Clara were both done. He barely even paid attention to the pain after your conversation. You let go of his hand (all too soon he thought) and left to wash your hands. Walking out the door you said your goodbyes with a smile, “it was nice seeing you again, Eddie!” See him again? Eddie was sure he would have remembered a face like yours.

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A few days had passed. Shift change was about to begin and Eddie was wondering if Clara was going to be his nurse again tonight. To Eddie’s surprise, you came walking into his door with your bright smile. “Hey Eddie, looks like you’re stuck with me tonight!”

Oh thank God, Eddie thought. Except you laughed. “Oh shit, I said that out loud didn’t I?” Eddie’s cheeks turned red with embarrassment.

“Yeah, but that’s alright. I know Clara can be a bit much sometimes.” You laughed, trying to play it off and ease his tension. You continued with his typical routine, assessing vitals, giving meds, and changing his dressings. “They’re looking much better!”

“You think so? They’re gonna leave some nasty scars.” Eddie hated the thought of that. He was never very insecure about his body but that was before he was attacked by bats trying to rip his body apart.

“They probably will.” You said, seeing his face drop. “But if you ask me, they’re pretty badass. I know a lot of girls who dig scars.” Eddie hoped you were one of those girls.

“I have a question for you,” Eddie said as you were finishing up.

“Yeah? Go ahead.”

“You said you knew I played guitar and said it was nice to see me again? I’m sorry, but if I’m honest I've been racking my brain trying to think of where I would know you from and it’s coming up empty.” Eddie would never admit how long he really spent thinking about this.

You laughed at this, “We went to school together. I don’t blame you for not remembering me. I tried to stay out of everybody’s way and survive high school. You, however, were quite memorable if I do say so, Eddie Munson.”

Memorable was one way to put it, considering you had a major crush on him after sitting next to him in one of your classes during your sophomore year. Most of the school hated him. He was loud, messy, a bit awkward, untamed, and nonconforming but he was completely and unapologetically himself. But oh boy were you into that.

“Memorable, huh? Well, I’m a little disappointed in myself that I didn’t remember a sweetheart such as yourself.” Eddie smirked.

Your cheeks turned red, Eddie taking notice. “Well, I don’t remember you being such a flirt.”

“Is that a problem with you?” he questioned, already knowing it wasn't.

“I would be lying if I said it was. And as much as I would enjoy staying and talking to you, I need to go check on my other patients. You try to get some rest. Just let me know if you need anything.” You said and left the room, the same feelings you first had for Eddie creeping back in.

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It was nearing 2 AM. You were sitting at your desk charting when you heard a scream coming from Eddie’s room breaking the silence.  You bolt out of your chair running to his room. When you reach the door you throw it open, scanning the room to see what was happening. Eddie was sitting up with tears in his eyes, sweat glistening on his forehead, and his long hair stuck to his face in some places. His breathing was erratic.

You rush over to him, taking his face in your hands. You start talking to him gently, trying to coax him out of his trance, “Eddie, it’s (Y/N). I’m right here with you.” His eyes met yours and all you could see was the terror he felt looking right back at you. Your hands leave his face and go to tightly hold his hands.

“You’re okay, you’re safe. I’m not going anywhere. Just take some deep breaths, follow my lead,” you place one of his hands on your chest, taking slow deep breaths. After several minutes he was finally calming down. Eddie opened and closed his mouth, trying to find the right words to say.

“Who knew that me having a nightmare would get my hands so close to your chest?” Eddie said, trying to lighten the mood. If that came from any other patient’s mouth you would probably scold them, but since it was from Eddie all you could do was laugh. It even brought a small laugh out of him.

You could tell he didn’t want to talk about what happened. Trying to think about what to say to change the subject you spotted a book on his side table. “The Return of the King? You read Tolkien?”

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “I know, it’s a little nerdy but they’re my favorite.”

“Nerdy? Definitely not! Tolkien is a literary genius and these books are amazing! You don’t find too many people around Hawkins who have good taste in literature,” you said. Eddie’s face brightened at this, a huge smile tugging at his lips before he let out a huge yawn. Then an idea popped into your head.

“You know, reading always helps me fall back asleep. I can read to you if you want,” you asked.

“Would you really?” Eddie asked excitedly before continuing. “I mean, only if you’re not busy or anything.”

“No, I’m all caught up right now!” That was a lie but Eddie didn’t need to know about the mountain of charting you still had to do. Taking care of Eddie was more important to you right now.

“Alright, let's see where you left off,” you picked up the book and started reading. “At dawn three days ago, lord’ he said, ‘Shadowfax came like a wind out of the West to Edoras, and Gandalf brought tidings of your victory to gladden our hearts…” The last thing Eddie remembers is hearing your sweet voice reading to him before drifting off to sleep in what was the first peaceful night he’s had since that day in the Upside Down.

Eddie was awoken the next morning to the sun peaking through the blinds and you quietly writing the goals for today on his board.

“Good morning Sunshine,” Eddie called out in a raspy voice. You turned around to see him looking well rested, last night's nightmare long forgotten.

“Good morning Eddie. It’s about time for me to clock out and head home. Your day shift nurse should be in shortly.” You said, not looking forward to leaving him. Eddie must have been thinking the same thing.

“Would you go out on a date with me? Give me a good reason to get better and the hell out of this place?” Eddie asked confidently and straight to the point. You froze, if only your younger self could see you now.

“Uh, I unfortunately can’t say yes because that is against hospital policy.” Eddie’s face slightly dropped. Maybe he read the signs wrong. “However, if you ever see me around town then you might just get a different answer,” you smile at Eddie and walk out of his room to continue your final rounds.

Eddie was determined more than ever to get out of that damn hospital and land himself a date.

[infinite-orangepeel]

a whumpy af steve harrington excerpt from ch. 1 of my soft dom eddie fic

aka this boy has a lot of unresolved trauma & eddie munson is going to help him heal

(the rest of the chapter that contains the actual smut will be linked below, i’m scared of tumblr shadow banning me again for posting the full thing in here)

TW: panic attacks, discussions of mental illness, suicidal ideation, vomiting/nausea (as symptom of panic attacks), disordered eating habits, ptsd, heavy themes, lots of emotions

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It comes down to this. Steve Harrington doesn’t trust himself. Not anymore. Not since everything went to shit in The Upside Down and Max ended up on life support.

Honestly, he didn’t feel all that abnormal about it for the first few months. It was easier to ignore the magnitude of his problems when his friends were clearly struggling right alongside him. There was something about strength in numbers or a sense of community–being convinced he wasn’t the only one totally fucked up in the aftermath of the final battle.

Regardless, it kept him afloat for a while.

Robin often called in the middle of the night to vent about her own flashbacks and the nightmares they prompted. The two grew accustomed to seeking comfort on opposite ends of the telephone line, twisting the cords around their fingers and whispering “ me too, I have that one too,” as to not wake the monsters underneath their beds. Sometimes, it got so bad that the sun would rise and they’d still be trying to snap each other out of it. Yawning through the agony of another sleepless night and fixing themselves cups of black coffee to alleviate the ensuing exhaustion.

Lucas had shown up on his doorstep enough times that Steve finally had another key made. He was tired of coming home from work and seeing the boy sulking there out in the cold–grief written plainly all over his face. Steve handed him the key on a carabiner clip–so Lucas could comfortably carry it around on his belt loop–and assured him he was welcome day or night. Steve’s parents had moved out of town after the infamous Hawkins’ “earthquake,” so Steve was solely in charge of approving any and all guests at the Harrington household. Lucas, of course, was at the top of his list–he was family, they all were. As long as the boy agreed to let himself in, warm-up on the couch, and grab a snack from the pantry–he could come over any hour he needed. No more rotting outside with tears forming icicles on his cheeks. Steve wouldn’t have that.

El refused to leave her bedroom–holed up beneath a fort of blankets and wouldn’t speak to anyone for days on end–until Hopper called up the gang and they elected ‘Babysitter Steve’ to go handle it. He was the most qualified in their eyes, what with his protective older brother attitude, gentle approach, and dorky jokes. Sure enough, El didn’t banish him right off the bat–not like she had with some of the others–namely, Mike Wheeler. She let him get close without protest and when he hugged her, she fell apart against his chest–guilt pouring out of her at the fact that she hadn’t been able to save Max from Vecna. He brushed the knots out of her hair with cautious fingers and listened. She just needed someone to listen. That was all it took. By the end of the night, she was sandwiched in between him and Hopper on the well worn couch, openly laughing at the plot of Pretty in Pink.

Nancy wore a poker face for the most part, but she wasn’t completely immune to the lasting effects of trauma. She held it together in public, like the first lady at a brutal press conference–politely smiling and waving for the crowd. She’d made it her personal goal to distract the kids from what was really going on–with Max–back at the hospital. This manifested itself in her implementation of weekly game nights, arcade afternoons, and community service outings. Naturally, Steve attended more than a handful of these events–lending a helping hand to rangle the younger teens. It was only once the kids had been dropped off at their respective addresses that Nancy would let her artificial smile fall and tell Steve what was really on her mind. The loss, the fear, the worry. He’d hold her hand– platonically of course, it wasn’t like that anymore –across the center console of his BMW and nod along to the tune of her suffering. It was one he knew well, played on repeat.

Thus, Steve managed his own anxiety by keeping that of the others at bay. His role became narrowly defined as the one who would help you regulate your breathing through the course of a vicious panic attack, the one who was considered reliable in a world that had become anything but. It gave him a sense of purpose and a reason to keep moving forward. He couldn’t simply hide away in his oversized bedroom when he knew his friends were busy laying catatonic in theirs. So, day after day, he pulled himself up by his bootstraps, usually forgot to eat, chugged excessive amounts of caffeine, and set out to mend all of the broken wings but his very own two.

Eventually, there was healing. The ball started rolling around the time Max woke up. After four months of breathing tubes, IV’s, heavy medications, and machines keeping her alive–she opened her eyes one day and slowly began to inhabit her body again. Within a few weeks of round-the-clock physical therapy, solid foods, and monitored pain management–she was discharged from the ICU and returned home. Cane in hand, coke bottle glasses on the bridge of her nose, and slight gaps in memory–she wasn’t the same, but she was as close to it as she could be and that was all that mattered. She was breathing on her own accord–beautiful, steady inhales and exhales–that alone was a miracle in and of itself.

After Max settled back into her normal life, everyone else seemed to follow suit. Once the high school was fixed up by the hands of a devoted construction crew and summer came to a close, the kids started in on their sophomore year. Fall semester provided a new routine that included basketball practices, D&D campaigns (Will Byers quickly ascended to President of Hellfire Club in Eddie’s place), and tests to study for. On top of all that, somehow Steve was going to have to teach each of the little twerps how to drive, which absolutely terrified him. However, there was no way he was going to let anyone else instruct his kids on how to be safe behind the wheel. Yeah, no fucking way.

The Party finally had the opportunity to just be kids–for the first time in almost four years–and Steve was happy for them. Really, he was. Now, they could ride their bikes around the neighborhood–just for the heck of it, not because they were pedaling away from otherworldly monsters. They could waste time down by the lake and not have to search the murky waters for the dead body of their missing friend. They could be innocent and stupid and naive and not have to worry so much about the life altering consequences.

And, as happy as he was for them, Steve just couldn’t help but selfishly miss the era in which Lucas spent most nights on his couch–talking about nothing until the wee hours of the morning. The era in which El asked him to drive her to Family Video each Saturday–ready to pick out the next chick flick that would make Hopper groan. His schedule and his house suddenly felt a lot emptier without a bunch of rugrats calling upon their favorite babysitter. The silence often felt like it could swallow him whole. He hated it.

As for Nance and Robin, they had their own paths to explore–ones that unfortunately, didn’t directly involve Steve. That was okay, but it also wasn’t.

Nancy was reapplying to Emerson–early decision–and like everything else she did, she was hellbent on her college essays being absolutely perfect. She made the local library her second home as she wrote and edited and then edited some more. Steve knew there was not a chance in the world that Nancy Wheeler wasn’t going to be accepted to the school of her dreams and become an incredible journalist. She was destined for greatness. Always had been.

Robin landed herself a girlfriend and was so lovesick it hurt. Vickie quickly became the center of her universe. She had this insane gravitational pull on Steve’s best friend and he’d never seen anything like it. Robin looked like a whole new person, shining from the inside out. They did their best to include him in their plans on a regular basis, but Steve really didn’t want to burden them with his presence. Not that the girls ever made him feel that way. He was just a bit too aware of the fact that no couple looks forward to having a constant third-wheel, so he backed off when he could and lied about being busier than he was–acting like there was a laundry list of activities for him to attend to.

Truthfully, he spent most weekends alone in front of the T.V. or picking up extra shifts at the video store. Unsure of how he suddenly became the only one stuck in the past, haunted by creatures that no longer walked the Earth. It didn’t make sense. Why couldn’t he move on like everyone else? Max had been kissed by death and yet, she made it to school every day and somehow, still found the energy to ask Lucas to the Sadie Hawkins dance. Steve, on the other hand, had exited The Upside Down with minor injuries–practically, unscathed–but for some reason, he dry heaved into the toilet every morning and questioned his entire existence. Spitting up bile and wondering how long it would take before his heart jumped ship, too. He imagined it would only be a matter of time, before the center of his own being decided it was unwilling to marinate in the sad toxic wasteland any longer. Abandoning him and begging to be flushed down, along with the rest.

It’s definitely less than ideal to have some idiot ring your doorbell, when you’re right in the middle of balling your eyes out–facedown on the living room floor–and wondering why God or the universe or whatever the fuck just had to plop you down on this cursed planet in the first place.

It’s actually super embarrassing and kind of the stuff of his nightmares, but that’s exactly the position Steve Harrington finds himself in on a random Tuesday evening.

There’s nothing special about it. Just another day trying not to break apart at the seams, wasting the hours by choking on his unforgiving past. Nothing left to do, but wallow in self-hatred and stare at the popcorn ceiling.

In theory, he could just play dead and ignore the irritating chime of the bell, but on the off chance that it’s one of his friends or the pizza delivery guy has arrived early–he begrudgingly gets up and makes his way to the front door. Dizzy from standing up too fast on an empty stomach, he reaches out for the wall to steady his gait. Unable to find the motivation to clean up his appearance before wrapping his trembling fingers around the cold doorknob. Whoever it is, is just going to have to deal with the mess–just like Steve does every single day.

There’s no nice way to say it. Steve looks like shit. There’s dark circles ringing his sunken eyes that make him look like the kin of the local raccoons. The same ones that devour his uneaten groceries from the garbage cans each week. It’s a charitable donation–philanthropic even. He goes on a depression fueled hunger strike and his furry nocturnal neighbors get a feast fit for a king.

Due to his inability to nourish himself anymore, his cheeks have hallowed out, his muscles have shrunken down, and his once tan skin appears jaundiced–sickly yellow. There’s acrid bile drying on his cracked lips from the most recent upheaval of his guts. This time it was spurred on by the grotesque image of Vecna’s corpse-like face. It keeps popping up in his mind without warning, like one of those jack in the box clown toys–raking the sharp nails of nausea across the lining of his stomach.

He doesn’t immediately register who the person on the other side of the door is, which is laughable, because it wasn’t all that long ago that Steve carried the guy’s limp body out of an alternate dimension and gave him mouth to mouth. They’re not exactly strangers.

Thirty seconds go by before his brain starts back up and processes the identity of the man standing before him. As if the secretary of his memory had disappeared from the front desk and took a while searching the filing cabinets to fill in the blanks:

Mr. Harrington? Sorry about the delay. We’ve located the files. That’s Eddie Munson you’re looking at. We’re sure of it.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were-” Steve starts, roughly wiping at his bloodshot eyes to make sure he’s not hallucinating. Anything is possible when you’ve lived through what he has.

“-in hiding?” Eddie says nonchalantly, leaning against the porch–he’s taller than Steve remembers, “I was. Spent a lot of time bored as shit in a rather crappy hotel room, but Hopper gave me the all clear yesterday and I just moved back into my Uncle’s place. Sorry if I stink, it’s because I’ve been carting boxes around all day–you’ll have to get over it.”

[forget-you-morelike-fuck-you]

No Rest For The Wicked- E.M.

Wayne's got friends over and one of them makes some gross comments about you. Eddie's not gonna put up with that shit.

Masterlist

TW- Cursing, sexual harassment, mentions of smoking, mentions of drinking, violence, mentions of blood, innuendo, implied smut at the end

Pairing- Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count- 1,302

(Gif not mine, Credit to owner!!)

Eddie takes you by the hand as you walk toward the door to his trailer from a date night at the skate rink. It’s a sticky hot summer, so you’ve shed your light outer shirt to help with the sweat, but it doesn’t do much. You welcome the cool air circulating in the trailer as Eddie opens the door for you. “Milady,” he says, making you giggle.

“Thank you, babe,” You respond, walking in to find Wayne and a couple of friends playing some poker at the dining table. You can see beer bottles littered around, an open box of pizza sitting near the kitchen sink.

“Hey there, guys! Grab you a slice of pizza if you’re hungry, we won’t be much longer.” Wayne greets you.

“Thanks, Wayne, we just ate.” Eddie says, closing the door behind you. Eddie takes your hand and you feel eyes on you, and you flick your eyes over to the table to see one of Wayne’s friends. His eyes rake over you as he takes a long drag of his cigarette, and you wish you hadn’t left your other shirt in the car. You decide to ignore it as you follow Eddie towards his room, but before you can quite reach the door, you hear words that make your stomach turn.

“Damn, Wayne. She looks a little young for Eddie. Wonder if she’s got a thing for older men, eh?” He and Wayne’s other friend laughs at the innuendo, but your heart speeds up as Eddie squeezes your hand in his, pulling you through the door.

“Come on man, she’s a kid. Leave her alone!” Wayne stands up for you, bringing you only a little relief as you’re closing the door. The man chuckles, his speech slurring slightly with the drinks he’s no doubt been guzzling all night.

“I’d sure like to be alone with her, that’s for damn sure. Pretty little thing, that one.” Your heart pounds in your chest as your blood turns to ice, even in the sweltering heat of summer. Before you can even blink, Eddie’s throwing open the door, marching back down the hall. You run after him to try to stop him from doing anything rash.

“Eddie!” You call as he pulls the man up by his collar, cards falling from the table at the rough jostle. You gasp, your hand going to cover your mouth. You’ve never seen Eddie this angry before, and you hope you never have to see it again.

“What the fuck did you just say?!” Eddie gets in his face, backing him up against a wall, and the man isn’t even fazed. He just takes one last drag from his cigarette and stubs it out on the ashtray. Wayne shoves his seat back and stands up, trying to get between Eddie and his friend.

“Woah, woah, Eddie, take a breath. He’s drunk.” Wayne tries to reason with him, but Eddie keeps hold of the man’s collar.

“Yeah, man! I’m just drunk. Didn’t mean nothin’ by it. She should take it as a compliment, really.” The man throws his hands up defensively, but as the words reach Eddie’s ears, he’s already got his arm cocked back and the next thing you know, Wayne’s friend is on the floor, his nose gushing blood as Wayne tries to pull Eddie off. You rush over, heart racing as you pull at Eddie’s shirt.

“Eddie! Baby, he’s drunk! It’s not worth it! Baby, please, let go!” After a couple of hard pulls, you manage to get Eddie off of the man, putting your arms around him tight to keep him from going back for more.

“I’d better never see your ugly fucking face here again, you hear me?! You look at her, fuck, you think about her again, and I will fucking kill you, you hear me you piece of shit?!” You’re whispering to him as you pull him back, trying to turn him around as Wayne’s friend moans in pain on the floor. You turn him around and you start walking back towards his bedroom, and he shakes his hand, looking at his bloodied knuckles.

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,” You mutter as you turn him toward the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind you. You sit Eddie on the toilet lid as you rummage through the drawers, grabbing a clean washcloth and some bandages.

“You definitely broke his nose.” You say, flicking your eyes over to him. Still, you’re grinning, glad that he at least got what he deserved.

“Yeah, I know,” Eddie says, still annoyed. He hisses as you place the warm wet cloth on his hand. You gently dab at the blood, not quite knowing if it’s his or the other guy’s.

“You better hope Hopper doesn’t come knocking in the morning.” Most of the blood isn’t Eddie’s, but his knuckles are scraped up pretty bad. You get some alcohol ready to sanitize Eddie’s wounds. “This is gonna sting,” You warn him, and he nods. He grunts as you pour the alcohol over his hand, then you get the bandages ready.

“Still,” You breathe, smiling lightly. “I’m glad you did it.” Eddie looks up at you, his eyebrows raised.

“You are? It didn’t… scare you?” You shrug, wrapping the bandages tight around his hand.

“I mean, yeah, that shit was fucking terrifying. But it’s not like you were mad at me. You were defending me. It was… sweet, in a horrific, violent kinda way.” You give a chuckle, knotting the bandage. “Kinda hot, really.” Eddie looks at you like you’re nuts.

“Hot?” He questions simply. You shrug again as he stands up and you feel warm as he starts stalking toward you. Your back presses up against the cool tile wall and you bite your lip as Eddie’s face moves closer and closer.

“Maybe…” You breathe. You feel Eddie’s fingers on the edge of your chin, the bandage tickling you as he tilts your head up to him.

“It’s only a maybe now?” He asks tauntingly, his lips just barely touching yours. Your lashes flutter as your heart thrums in your throat like a hummingbird.

“N-no. It was…” You look into his eyes, Eddie’s deep brown ones locked on your lips. “It was hot, Eddie,” You breathe. Eddie presses his lips to yours briefly, his hand grabbing your chin between his fingers as he brushes his lips to your ear.

“As soon as those disgusting fucks are gone, baby…” He nips at the top of your ear, making you suck in a breath, heat spreading between your thighs.

“I’ll fucking show you hot.” He backs up suddenly, leaving you breathless as you blink in shock before following him out the door to his bedroom. You make sure to lock it as you close it, giggling as Eddie attacks you from behind with tickles and kisses.

“You’re mine.” Eddie mumbles into your hair. You loosen his grip on you and you turn yourself around to face him, hands going to hold his face.

“Damn straight, baby. Forever and ever.” You kiss him, Eddie’s hands resting on your waist. You give a shriek of a laugh as he lifts you into the air.

“And you better never forget it.” He smiles into the kiss before tossing you to the bed. You look up at him through pieces of hair strewn across your face.

“Is this supposed to be you ‘showing me hot?’” You raise an eyebrow in challenge. Eddie kicks his shoes off before coming to kneel over you, his eyes boring deeply into yours.

“Oh, I’m just getting started, baby.” You laugh again as his hands begin to roam along your body, happy to be here with the man you love, the man you know will protect you time and time again when you need.

[billyharringson]

So I've written the first chapter of a new multi-chaptered fic because apparently I'm not stressed enough with all of my unfinished fics. On the plus side this is a fill for both the @harringroveson-bingo and the @billyhargrovebingo

Square(s): C3 - Poker Night, A3 - Pirate AU

Rating: explicit

Ship: Harringroveson

Additional tags: Alternate Universe, Pirates, Pirate AU, Stripping, Strip Poker, Knife Play, kind of, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Blood and Injury, Aged-Up Character(s), Age Difference, Mildly Dubious Consent, Branding, Light Dom/sub, Possessive Steve Harrington, Possessive Eddie Munson, Top Steve Harrington, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Billy Hargrove, Bottom Eddie Munson, Ownership, Pirate Captain Steve Harrington, First Mate Eddie Munson

Summary: William Hargrove was drafted into one the most notorious pirate crews on the seven seas after his father sold him to settle his debts. He had been prepared for his captain 'King Stephen' to either kill him or sell him on but instead he was accepted into the crew without question. Now he's rethinking whether or not that was a good thing when he is invited to the Captains chambers for an 'unusual' game.

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Masterlist

Here is an updated masterlist of the fics I have written! (Updated on 7/27/2022)

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Stranger Things

Jim Hopper

Should’ve Known Better - Reader gets a ton of mosquito bites and Hopper is so sweet to her.

Ideal Morning* - Hopper makes it pretty difficult for the reader to get up and go to work.

Wine Drunk* - Reader gets a little wine drunk and that makes the night even more fun.

Billy Hargrove

Behind the Mask (series) - Ellie Williams is new to Hawkins High and meets Billy Hargrove, town bad boy. The series entails their adventures and experiences together, good and bad. (On going)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Eddie Munson

Not Going Anywhere -  A short blurb where Eddie lives (like he should’ve) and is his sweet, dorky self.

The Punisher Series

Frank Castle

Break In - Frank surprises the reader during a late night.

The Middle - Frank and the reader get into an argument. Inspired by The Middle by Maren Morris.

Hot Stuff* - A/C goes out and Frank and the reader are trying to make their night at least a little better.

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Those Legs*- Spencer assures the reader that he loves how tall she is and the benefits that come with it.

Support - Spencer does whatever he can to be supportive of reader with ADHD.

Test the Limit*- Spencer’s trying to find the shirt he needs for the next day. Reader knows where it is, but doesn’t feel like telling him. He gets it out of her in a fun way.

An Eyeful* - Reader is playing strip poker with the team. Spencer gets a little jealous after Morgan “flirts” with the reader. Smut ensues once everyone else has gone home.

For Real? - Reader has to go to lunch with an old friend and doesn’t have a date. She asks Spencer and get’s a response she didn’t expect.

Persistence* - Reader wants attention from Spencer and he decides to be a tease.

Supernatural

Dean Winchester/Castiel 

Requested Blurb - Sam, Dean, and Cas are stuck in the bunker after a hunting accident occurs. Dean gets a little closer to Cas than he may have anticipated.

Game of Thrones

Oberyn Martell

Oberyn Martell blurb* - A night with Oberyn.

Sandor Clegane/Reader (Game of Thrones)

Guardian* - Compilation of a few different scene with Sandor and reader.

Star Wars

Din Djarin

Din Djarin blurb - Fluffy Din blurb.

Needy* - Reader hasn’t seen Din in a little while and wants some attention.

Being Honest* - Din calling you “good girl” and just being fucking hot overall.

Poe Dameron/Reader (Star Wars)

More Than Good Enough -  You wake up hungover after a night out. You sure as hell didn’t expect Poe Dameron to be there with you.

Boba Fett/Reader (Star Wars)

Listen* -  You act up when Boba’s been busy. This is the response to that.

Other Works

Narcos

Javier Peña

Dame un beso* - Reader finally gets to visit Javier and have some much needed time together.

Fire Meets Gasoline* - Reader and Javi have been sleeping together for a while. This is a bit of an insight into their “relationship.”

Different - Reader has had a thing for Javi for a long time and thinks he hasn’t noticed her.

Love to Hate You* -  Request where Reader and Javi don’t get along, but end up sharing one thing in common.

What a Time Lie -  Takes place after Narcos Season 2 when Javi comes back to Laredo for a short period of time. Just some angst if I’m being honest.

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Worth the Risk* -  You knew there were risks to sleeping with Nathan and you’re thinking you’re starting not to mind them.

Build a Bitch -  The physical appearance of Nathan’s AIs sometimes makes you question yourself.

Pirates of the Caribbean

Untitled Fic - Reader is concerned with Jack returns from a voyage.

Curiosity Paid Off* - You’re having a conversation with Jack but you can’t help your mind wondering. At least it pays off.

The Choice - A different take on a scene from Dead Man’s Chest.

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omg bless u for finishing the chapter even with covid!! i hope u feel better soon and 🤲 tysm for feeding us starving fans HFJAHFJS

Covid is still kicking my ass, but I got spoiled on Part 2 and decided to just lay in bed all night and write this next chapter. Glad you're enjoying the story. More Eddie and the fair maiden to soothe our souls! <3

Eddie manages to zip his jeans up—denim tight on his shower-damp dick—when he hears the familiar sound of Jason Carver shouting 'Munson!' inside the fair maiden's bedroom. He turns so fast his heel almost slips, sending him halfway to the tile floor, the toilet lid clutched in his hands. Instead of cracking his skull open, Eddie manages to help his soaked, very fucking naked bard get a ratty Satan shirt on. She barely hauls those red panties on before something wet smashes in her bedroom.

"Those-" an almost inhuman sound hisses from between her teeth, "… fuckers . If that was my lava lamp, I'm gonna knock his nose in."

Eddie's never seen her so pissed off, but they're sitting ducks in the bathroom, so he pushes down the eccentric thrill her anger gives him and grabs at her wrist, racing them out into the hallway just in time to see Jason throw open her bedroom door with the edge of a baseball bat.

His eyes gleam in the darkness, shining from the lights in the living room. Jason raises the bat, pointing at Eddie with a horrible, menacing smirk, "There. The Devil and his whore!"

Several guys crowd in behind him. The fair maiden jerks forward as if to confront them, but Eddie knows what they're here for: Eddie the Freak Munson. They wanna bash his fucking brains in till he's burger meat at worst, and at best, shit kick him until he wished he was. His fingers tighten around her wrist, yanking her back, and—despite the frenzy of sounds coming from the master bedroom—Eddie twists the knob, shoves open the door, and throws them both inside Reefer Rick's room, where the slugs are snuffling and scratching at the master bathroom door. 

He throws the lock to the side as shower water slides chilly rivulets down his chest and back.

" Fuck. Fuck-fuck-shit… "

The walkie-talkie clicks behind him, "H-Henderson. A blonde asshole just broke into my house-"

"Jason. Basketball dipshits ," Eddie adds, eyes hot on the door. A bang hits the other side, booming through the house as he flinches. There's no more running… no time to be a coward. Fuck, where's that broken bottle when he fucking needs it?!

"It's the basketball team," the fair maiden hisses into the radio, a tremor in her voice. "D-do you copy?? Hello? Anyone ?!"

On their right, the bathroom door pounds. They both whip their attention to the wooden creak, well-worn door shaking as slick, thick bodies slam into its surface, eager to crush through to the other side. The rickety chair makes a stomach-dropping wine of wood glue and nails. 

"Eddie, the door—the slugs…"

"I know. I know ." Eddie runs his hands through his sodden hair, scratching his scalp, trying to jog some logic back into it as panic scrambles him up worse than a fried fucking egg. 

" Shit, shit, shit … uh… we need something to beat them back. Like… a fire poker or-or something! Fuck !"

He's jumping on his bare feet, pacing as the bedroom door rattles, wondering if it's best to hide her somewhere safe and let them just… have at him. Eddie can handle his own well enough but not against three or four rage-frothing morons with blunt weapons. Best he can do is make sure she's okay… since it's all his fault she's wrapped up in this shit anyway. Then, just as Eddie's starting to get comfortable giving himself as a POW for the greater good, his eyes spot a shitty Red Gremlin guitar leaning against a wooden chair stacked with Sears catalogs. 

Oh, baby…

You can read the rest HERE!

[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

Smut = * 

Trigger Warning = !

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AO3 Link 

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Pedro Pascal Masterlist

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Game Of Thrones

Preferences

Finding You Badly Hurt

Bringing You Flowers

With A Virgin *

Kisses *

Miscarriage !

Being Secret Lovers

Flirtatious But Manipulative Reader

Faking An Orgasm - pt. ii *

With Newborn Twins

Someone Disrespects You

You’re Having A Bad Day

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Criminal Minds

Preferences 

Cooking For You 

Aaron Hotchner

Meant To Be - ii - iii - iv

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Marvel

Preferences

When You’re Sick

With A Gamer GF

Billy Russo

Apologies and Promises *

Jack Russell

Run, Little Dove !

Loki Laufeyson

Guilty Pleasures - ii * - iii *

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American Horror Story

James Patrick March

NSFW Alphabet *

John Lowe

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Oscar Isaac

Preferences

Someone Hurts You

Blue Jones

Pretty When You Cry *

Property of Blue Jones ! *

Duke Leto Atreides

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Stranger Things

Eddie Munson 

Knight In Shining Denim

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Jon Bernthal 

Frank Castle 

Pleasantly Surprised *

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Chris Evans

Lloyd Hansen 

NSFW Alphabet *

Poker Night *

Ransom Drysdale 

Take It Out On Me *

Curtis Everett

Tail Between My Legs - ii * - iii

Steve Rogers

NSFW Alphabet *

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Top Gun: Maverick 

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

NSFW Alphabet *

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Ghostbusters

Egon Spengler

NSFW Alphabet *

Oxytocin - ii - iii - iv

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Reacher

Jack Reacher

NSFW Alphabet *

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Kinktober Masterlist (2022) 

[munsons-maiden]

Hi love! Did Wayne and Monster Slayer ever met in Worlds Apart? We know she’s been at his trailer a couple of times and I wondered if they ever met. What do you thinks his thought on her would be? Would he like her? ☺️

Love your stories! Thanks for all the time and effort you put into them!♥️

Hi dear! Thank you so so much 😭🖤 I squealed reading this omg.

Wayne and monster slayer never met (...yet 👀) but Wayne would love her. He would love everyone who loves his nephew and makes him happy, and I feel they'd get along perfectly. Had Vecna not pursued and targeted her, Eddie and her would definitely have become an official couple that November night, and Eddie would have introduced her to Wayne as soon as possible. There would definitely have been pizza and blackjack or poker nights with Eddie, monster slayer and Wayne as a new routine after a few weeks. Wayne would have acceoted her as an honorary Munson long before Eddie turns her into an official Munson 🖤

Thank you so much for this ask!! 🖤

[buffynationsworld]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: Eddies new neighbour seems to be having some trouble with her abusive father so he sees right to step in and lend a hand.

Warnings: mentions of abuse, bruising and cuts. There’s also a bit of smut at the end - enjoy!

5.4K words!

Your life seemed to be getting shittier and shittier by the day - every day was slightly more unbearable and it took more willpower within you to tumble out of bed each morning. It had started 2 months ago after your father had lost his job, we'd quickly moved to a small trailer park on the outskirts of Hawkins. It wasn't this that bothered me as such: the smaller room and having to share a bathroom, pulling my weight more and getting a job myself.

It was the other thing.

The drinking thing.

My fathers always loved a good booze fest on a friday night, he'd invite his sleezy friends over for a poker game in your dingy basement. It didn't bother me much as I tended to stay out of the way, sleep at a friends. The thing with dad is that he'd get rather angry when he drank. He was a headstrong man who definitely wasn't afraid to get a little handsy with people - the people being me.

Everything seemed to be my fault when he was drunk, everything that he was angry at was directed at me. It started off harmless, verbal abuse, insults I could easily brush off and forget about. However my attitude with seeming unbothered only made him grow more confident.

It all started one night when he threw his bear bottle at me, the empty glass shattered all over the floor. It of course being all my fault angered my father even more and he grabbed me harshly before slapping me hard in the face. It was then that he realised that he could get away with doing such things that he repeated his actions weekly.

Bruises soon littered every corner of my body, my pale flesh permanently tainted a dark purple and blue. Throwing whatever in his hand became a habit of his - usually being a beer bottle meant glass everywhere. Little cuts where tiny shards had hit me added to the bruises and before long I became accustomed to this lifestyle.

My friends never questioned anything, why i'd stopped wearing short skirts and tanks, after all we moved into the winter months and many swapped out their summer wardrobe for jumpers and knit sweaters.

However after almost two years of this vicious cycle I developed a sort of knack to getting myself out of these situations with no more than a minor scratch on myself. I'd learnt to dodge the bottles and step out of the way when he drank, overall i'd learnt to live with it and everything seemed to be okay again.

Until he lost his job.

The drinking changed from a weekly thing to a daily occurrence, his sleezy friends would be invited round every other night - and they were handsy in themselves. It was harder to hide away in the trailer, the only private place I owned was my bedroom. My small and crammed bedroom filled with all my possessions practically stacked up on top of each other.

Instead of going out to look for work he conned his friends out of money during poker games that were held in the living room. He'd always call my name, demanding I attended to our guests by supplying bowls of crisps and cold bottles.

His friends made crude jokes constantly, claiming that they'd love to take me home and listed in detail to each other all the unpleasant things they were planning to do to me. My father however just laughed and encouraged their behaviour- stating that they could have me as I was no daughter of his.

And it hurt.

It hurt to see his talk about me like that.

Resent me in such a way.

-

But it all changed one day.

It was a usual night, i'd just placed a bag of chips on a little table telling my father that i'd be in my room if he needed me. The night passes quietly than usual, all that could be heard was laughter and bitter shouting from the losing gambler. Most of them had scurried off by 11pm leaving me to clean up the mess before getting shouted at in the morning. As quietly as I could my feet padded into the living room where my father was completely knocked out on the couch.

Carefully manoeuvring myself around him I began to clean up, starting with the game itself which had been abandoned of the table and then swiftly moving only the empty packets and plates of food. However he must've woken up when I began collecting the bottles as they clanked quite loudly.

Letting out an annoyed huff he stumbled up from his position on the couch and made his way over to me with a bottle in hand.

"You woke me up" he gruff voice said harshly as he snatched both my wrists up.

"I'm sorry I didn't realise how loud I was being" I gulped and averted my eyes away from his piercing ones.

"That's cause you're a good'f nothin little slut" he slurred back before smashing the bottle against the kitchen counter making me wince.

"I-I'm sorry" I began to apologise but he cut me off.

"Look at me when I'm talkin to ye" he spat back as his voice began to rise.

Lifting my gaze up to his he swiftly swung his palm in my direction as it came into contact with my cheek, leaving a stinging sensation behind. I tried my hardest not to whimper but he heard me which only angered him more.

Letting go of my wrists he took a step back before completely blowing up in my face. Taking all the bottles i'd collected he smashed them one by one all over the trailer screaming at the top of his lungs.

"It's all your fault- you know that kid!"

"I blame you for the shit show we live in, look at this place!"

I knew what he was talking about, he was angry at me for one thing in particular. It was the very thing that sparked this feud between us in the first place - my mother. He blamed me everyday for being the reason that she left, and it didn't help that i'd grown up to be a carbon copy of the woman he'd once loved.

He then began throwing chairs and cushions all over the trailer knocking over god knows what in the process, he was screaming at the top of his lungs now and I hadn't seen him this angry in a long time.

A couple tears escaped my eyes as he grabbed at my neck mid outburst "This is all your fault" he seethed in my face before dragging me to the ground.

My skin instantly came into contact with the many shards that littered the floor of the trailer. He was shouting and screaming down my ear until the strangest thing in the world happened.

Somebody had knocked on the door.

Instantly freezing his angry shout he ordered me to stay where I was as he paced towards the door. Ignoring him I jumped to my feet and began frantically trying to make myself look as 'un-beaten' as possible before attending to the trashed trailer.

My fathers voice could be heard quite softly conversing with whoever had decided to stop by. Mustering up all the courage within me I grabbed a few un-smashed bottles and made my way to the door pretending to put them in recycling.

What shocked me most was who was at the door itself, at first glance I saw our neighbour from a few doors down - I think his name was Wayne or something.

But next to him stood his nephew Eddie, Eddie Munson. I'd seen Eddie plenty round school and knew well of his reputation as a 'freakshow'. We've probably never interacted before in our lives but i'd recognise that curly mass of hair anywhere. Of course paired with the 'Hellfire' t-shirt he wore so often and denim jacket.

Eddie Munson who infamously led a DnD campaign as well as a drug business. You'd hear him driving into the trailer park before you actually saw him, the boy drove like a maniac. He also kept me up sometimes with his guitar as he strummed riffs from Black Sabbath.

"I'm just askin if you'd keep it down - I've got an early shift at the plant tomorrow is all" Eddies uncle smiled as I joined my dad at the doorway.

"I'm sorry Mr. Munson my fingers slipped and I dropped a couple beer bottles. My dad was just startled by the sudden noise, thought it was someone breaking it" I lied effortlessly yet he didn't seem to buy it one bit.

Glancing towards Eddie he sent he a friendly smile that I half returned before bidding the two goodnight. After shutting the door my father instantly scurried off to his bed leaving me to tidy up his mess once again.

-

Alas the next morning I dragged myself out of bed and got ready for the day - opting out for jeans and a baby tee instead of my usual skirt after discovering fresh cuts all along my thighs and ankles. I've also applied a full face of makeup to compliment the forming bruise on my cheek - the one place that was the hardest to hide from public eye.

Despite the shitty night before my day had gone swimmingly well, an A* in English is enough to boost anyones energy. As the day dragged to an end I found myself at my locker putting back the folders that I no longer needed for the day when someone came up behind me and tapped me lightly on the shoulder.

Swiftly turning round a surprise gasp left my lips as Eddie Munson stood before me with both ring covered hands buried deep in his ripped jean pockets.

"Can I - can I help you?" I stammered ungraciously totally contradicting my strong voice the night before.

"Can I give you a lift home?" he asked expectantly as I cocked an eyebrow at him "I wanna talk about last night" he concluded as I had no choice but to follow him to his van.

"Look Eddie" I sighed as soon as he'd turned the keys into the ignition "I don't know what you think you heard or saw or whatever but i'm fine okay?"

"What I heard was him beating the shit out of you and wrecking the trailer" he said sternly making me glance down shamefully into my lap.

"And I also know that it's not the first time" he said softly this time "I just - I know you say you're fine but are you really?"

"I've been dealing with this for a long time now, I know how to deal with the situation" I bargained as he blew out a puff of air.

"Really? Is that true? Because last night you definitely weren't in control" he stated simply making me nod my head in agreement.

"Okay yes I admit that last night things got a little out of hand but I can handle it alright. And it's nice that you and your uncle came to check in on me but please don't do it again - I don't know how he's going to react when I get home" I said slowly.

"Can I just ask - how long?"

"Two years" I replied hoarsely.

"And nobody done anything about it?" he asked aspirated.

"Nobody cares enough" I shrugged back as he recklessly pulled up to his trailer.

"Well just so you know - if you ever need anything i'm here alright" he said seriously placing his hand on my shoulder "the doors always open if you need to crash."

"Thanks Eddie" I said genuinely "but erm i'd appreciate if you didn't tell anyone about what's going on."

"My lips are sealed" he said before mimicking with actions "On one condition."

Sighing I went to argue back with his but he cut me off before I could even begin my placing his pinkie out towards me. "Promise the next time you think it's going to happen you stop by."

Glancing down at his ring covered pinkie for a moment I pondered my fathers reaction for a moment before agreeing to the boy and lacing my pinkie within his own.

"I promise."

-

And I kept to my word.

Not even three days later my father decided to hold a poker night again. I was wary at first, I knew at what point in the night that he'd reached his limit and was sure to lash out. Placing a little note down on the bed saying i've got to a friends house and didn't want to disturb him I snuck out of my window and ran towards the Munsons trailer.

Hovering by the door I pondered over our pinkie promise a few days prior, remembering how sweet he'd been on insisting that i'd come over. Not to mention his newfound kindness in school, if he ever caught me the boy would flash me a bright smile and hold open whatever door I needed before reminding me that his door was always open. And I thanked him every single time telling him that he didn't have to and that I would take him up on the offer if the time was right.

Finally letting my knuckles rap against the door it was opened mere seconds later to reveal a smiling Eddie clad in his usual outfit.

"You kept your promise" he smiled triumphantly before stepping aside and inviting me in.

"You practically insisted" I laughed lightly as he guided me towards the couch.

"Okayyy" he drawled out before placing a pile of dvds in front of me "Video store didn't have much but I picked up a couple cult classics I thought you'd like."

"You picked these out for me?" I asked bewildered as a small smile etched itself onto my face.

"Sure did - I also bought some snacks although I didn't know what you liked so I sorta got everything just in case" he shrugged before holding up an assortment of chips and popcorn.

"Oh Eddie you didn't have to - this is too sweet" I beamed before holding up a certain tape "How about the gremlins?"

"Honestly Y/N it's nothing- and gremlins is a good shout, knew I befriended you for a reason" he smiled cheekily before passing over with different bags of chips in his hands.

"You really mean that?" I asked "You really think we're friends."

"Well of course I do" he boasted "unless you don't want to be then that's fine too" he trailed off making me giggle.

"Of course I want to be your friend idiot. In fact you're probably my favourite friend right now" I shrugged as he settled beside me on the couch.

"Wow I feel honoured" he gasped dramatically as I hit his shoulder "no no - knowing that i'm better company than all those daddy's money kids you hang out with really makes my day."

"Well you know what they say - if you feel like you're at your worst you should act like you're at your best" I shrugged halfheartedly.

We sat in silence for a while, watching the movie and munching on chips. We'd laugh at the funny parts of the movie and i'd gasp and scream at the slightly scary parts - which only caused Eddie to tease me.

"You know something Eddie Munson" I said after a while "You're not what I thought you'd be."

"Mean and scary" he asked making me laugh "well yeah."

"I thought you'd be kinda mean and scary too" he admitted making me scoff "me?"

"Terrifying" he concluded making me giggle and throw popcorn at him.

"On you're in for it now" he said before throwing a piece back at me. Our squabble turned into a complete food fight till the bowl was empty and the trailer was scattered with food.

"Time out" I wheezed as he kept chasing me round the trailer.

Laughing and throwing me over his shoulder we both plonked back down on the couch to finish the movie more snuggled up than before.

After falling asleep on Eddies shoulder he carefully lifted up your head and placed it back down on a cushion. He draped a knitted blanket over you before turning the movie off and shuffling into bed himself. The truth was that Eddie liked you, he had for a long time. He thought that if he showed you that he was more than a good for nothing freakshow that maybe finally you'd like him back.

At least he hoped that's what would happen.

-

"Hey Munson" I called out as the boy turned to look at me "Hello sweetheart" he replied with a smile.

Over the last couple weeks Eddie had adopted a series of pet names for me. I was obviously in no way complaining and welcomed it with open arms. The truth is that over the last couple months i've gotten to know Eddie better and see him for who he really is - a genuine sweetheart.

He may hide behind his cocky demeanour and metalhead personality but deep down he's the kindest sole alive. We've definitely gotten closer and closer since that might be invited me into his trailer and i've kind of developed a monster crush on him.

"Mind if I crash at your place tonight?" I asked as we made our way to his van.

"Do you even have to ask anymore - I mean you practically live there" he laughed making me swat his arm.

"Hey that's not fair - you know why I stay at yours" I said defensively as he nodded his head in return and placed his hand on my knee "And you're welcome anytime" he remained for the umpteenth time.

"I do however have a little drug deal tonight - you can just stay in my bedroom till i'm finished" he concluded as I nodded, not like I haven't done it before.

And that's where I am now, bored out of my mind in Eddies room pottering about the place. I didn't mean to snoop but his room was rather interesting. It was basically full to the brim with crap - but meaningful crap. Draws full of god knows what and clothes scattered almost all round the room. It was nice though and it had an odd homely feel to it, yet perhaps that was just the smell of his bedsheets.

Lying back on his bed I let my senses invade me as the musk of Eddie seeped through my pores instantly relaxing me. I swear I only closed my eyes for two seconds but when I opened them again and glanced at the clock it had been three whole hours. Instantly jumping up I ran into the living room where Eddie was sat at a chair next to the kitchen table, blunt between his lips and papers scattered everywhere.

"What're you doing?" I asked before perching over his shoulder to get a better look.

"Oh you're finally up" he mused "enjoy your beauty sleep?"

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep" I said genuinely my eyes still wandering over the table.

"S'alright I was just looking over my DnD campaign, adding and changing little bits" he shrugged before grabbing my hips and placing me on his lap boldly.

Gulping in return I got myself comfortable as he explained the rules of the game to me. My eyes kept glancing over to the rolled joint that was stationed between his two ringed fingers as he took the occasional drag inbetween chatting away.

"Do you want some?" he asked noticing my eying the drug.

"I- I've never actually tried it" I said quite embarrassingly before taking the blunt out of his hand "Will you show me how?"

"I don't want to pressure you" Eddie began yet I cut him off "I want too - will you show me how."

And so he did, we took it in turns to inhale the drug - I may or may not have coughed in Eddies face the first couple times. But eventually I got used to it and even began to enjoy the feeling. Reaching out Eddie turned my face towards him carefully using his index finger leaving him hand to linger on the side of my face.

Instructing me to open my mouth Eddie took a drag from the blunt that was basically finished before blowing the smoke directly into my mouth. The hand from my face slide back into my hair and settled at the nape of me neck bringing my face slightly further towards his.

His touch felt electric and I wasn't too sure if it was because of the drug or just him in general - but it was the best feeling i've ever felt in the entire world. Glancing back up into his big dough eyes I noticed how wide and dilated they were. Casting my own down to his lips and back up into his eyes I caught him doing the exact same thing. With one tiny push of confidence I leant forward so that my forehead rest against his own as my breathed began to intensify from the close proximity.

"We don't have too" Eddie whispered but I shook my head "No that's not it I - I really like you Eddie" I whispered back before leaning in the rest of the way until our lips connected together. It was slow and passionate at first, we were both pouring in what we were too afraid to say aloud to one another.

Pulling away slightly Eddie leant back slightly and I feared that something was wrong until his hand came up to brush the hair out of my face. "In case you hadn't figured out yet - I like you too" he said before bringing me back into a kiss, yet this time it was rougher as our hunger slowly began to build.

It was now my turn to drag my own hands across his jaw and through into his hair, one travelling down to his own neck whilst the other buried itself into his maim of hair. His hands guided themselves down to my waist where they massaged the exposed flesh there drawing a small whine out of me. Seeing this as his in Eddie leisurely lapped his tongue into my mouth and tangled it with mine elicited more surprised noises from my lips.

To return the favour my hand tugged on his hair slightly as a muffled groan came from Eddies mouth allowing me to coax my tongue over his and explore his mouth. The only sound that could be heard was our two mouths moulding together.

After what seemed like a lifetime his hands travelled further down my frame till they met my skirt. His cold rings dragged across my warm things till they hooked under the fabric and squeezed my ass firmly. Humming into his mouth my hands made their way down to his shoulders as I moved myself round till I was straddling Eddie. Immediately my hips ground down into his as he broke free from the kiss at once to let out a loud groan.

Opening my eyes I was met with the most delicious scene in front of me, hair disheveled from my tugging, eyes black with lust and lips soar and puffy - he looked absolutely perfect.

To let him know this I let my lips trail down to his neck near to where his tattoos were peaking out of his 'Hellfire' t-shirt. As my lips began its assault on his neck Eddies hips involuntary bucked up into mine causing me to moan into his hot skin.

Everything seemed like it was happening all at once but far too slow at the same time - it was driving me insane. Moaning out desperately into his ear as I began to rock me barely clothed pussy into his jeans he decided to take matters into his own hands.

Halting my movements he uttered for me to hold on tight as his digits sunk deep into the flesh of my ass and he picked me up as if I weighed nothing. Hooking my arms around his neck my lips trailed back up to his lips as we quickly stumbled into his room.

I was quickly thrown onto his unmade bed before he toppled on top of me hastily. Reaching up to rid him of his jacket it seemed like a race against time as the pair of us scrambled to take off each other's clothes. Now left completely bare beneath him all he had left was his boxers. Hooking my fingers into the cotton material I let my eyes drag down to the prominent imprint.

Biting my lip and looking the boy in the eyes I yanked down the last thing he had on before my eyes glanced back down to his now free length. Gulping at the size I instantly reached out to pump him a few times before Eddie swooped down to kiss my lips again.

Letting him take control over me the boy travelled him hamd down my bare torso and stopped for a few moments to fondle my breasts and toy with my nipples till they hardened under his touch. Shivering at his actions his hands kept going down at his lips also began their decent down the throat and to the valley of my breasts. Kissing over every bit of my skin his tongue swirled over each nipple as I whined out shamefully allowing a grin to etch its way onto the boys face.

"Eddie - you don't have to do that" I panted as his lips sucked lightly as my clit. He hummed against it in return making me throw my head back and let go of his cock that i'd previously been pumping to fist the messy sheets.

"No but I want to" he mumbled back into my lips before licking a bold stripe eliciting yet another pleasant moan from my lips.

"Oh god Eddie" I moaned out loudly as his tongue delved into me alongside two of his skilled digits. The coldness of his rings would lightly graze against my opening as he curled his fingers in a certain way that made my walls flutter around them.

"Mmm Eddie I need you" I said desperately reaching out to yank his face up to meet mine.

"But i'm not finished sweetheart" he whined as I leant up to seal my lips back over his.

"Next time - promise" I mumbled against his lips before placing my pinkie in front of his flushed face.

Smiling up at me his pinkie interlinked with mine just as it had done all those months ago. Letting go of my hand he reached across me and started shuffling through his night stand for a particular silver packet he knew he owned. Letting one hand wonder back all along my body sensually his other still rummaging through the drawer.

Looking up at his face I couldn't help but giggle slightly at his concentrated look: eyes squinted and tongue between his teeth. Finally grasping the packet his brought it back over to where we were currently lying an amused look dancing across his face.

"Are you laughing at me darling?" he asked with a cocked brow.

Leaning up to meet his lips in a quick kiss I snatched the packet out of his hand "Maybe."

"May I?" I asked glancing down at his cock which was practically oozing by now.

"Please" he half groaned as I tore the packet open with my teeth.

Placing the rubber over his length I gave it two quick pumps before lying down and helping Eddie line up against my entrance.

Sliding just the tip in at first I couldn’t hold back the high pitched moan that slipped past my lips. "So big" I chocked as he slid in slightly further.

"You’re so tight" he said at the same time whilst a small tear slid down my cheek.

“Eddie can you give me a minute” I struggled out as a few more tears slid down my cheeks.

Glancing back up towards my face his pace instantly stilled as he took in my slightly uncomfortable look.

“Of course darling I should have realised sooner” he said sympathetically reaching up to wipe away the few tears that spilled.

Kissing both my cheeks and then the tip of my nose he rested his forehead against mine for a moment as I took in a deep breath. Pecking his lips slightly I wrapped my hands around his forearms and gave him an indication that he could finally move.

His thrusts were slow at first, as he slid more in inch by inch. I was writhing underneath him as he slowly built the pace up, my back beginning to arch off of the bed. His hand snakes around my waist keeping me in place making me whimper and grind my hips up to meet his halfway.

After a minute that same hand trailed down towards my thigh before hoisting it up over his shoulder giving him a whole new angle.

"Oh Eddie" I yelled out.

"Can you feel me sweetheart?" he asked "feel me right here" he spoke whilst placing a hand on my stomach.

"Fuck yes" I yelled out once more as the knot in my stomach started to tighten again.

"I think i'm close" I struggled out as he sped up once again now relentlessly pounding into me "Hold it till I say so" he grunted.

"But" I started "No buts" he interrupted "just do it."

Groaning in response, I opted for threading my fingers through his hair once more, a comforting habit of mine. But right now it felt different, and i'm not sure if it was because he's fucking me into his mattress whilst I suck dark hickeys on his neck - but it just felt different.

If i'm being honest, Eddie looked insanely hot right now, on top of me with his head in the crook of my neck as he grunted in my ear. A thin layer of sweat covered his toned tattooed body. My mind was so lost in my daydream about Eddie that I didn't even realise he was talking to me.

"L-let go" groaned against my neck before my blinding orgasm washed over me as the same time that Eddie came too - his cum shooting into the latex. We lay there panting for a while afterwards, trying to catch our breaths.

"That was" I started unhooking my leg from around his shoulder "amazing" he finished before lightly pecking my lips.

Pulling out of me as I let out a small whimper of protest making Eddie chuckle lightly. Leaning over he placed a small kiss on the side of my head before fishing about the floor for a pair of boxers and sweats.

Tossing me his ‘Hellfire’ t-shirt and a fresh pair of boxers Eddie paced back into the living room to dispose of the condom. Taking a glass

from the side he filled it up with water before padding back into his bedroom.

Bringing the shirt up to my nose I allowed the fresh scent of Eddie Munson to invade my nostrils as I leant back to lie down.

“We’re you just sniffing my shirt?” he asked with a little laugh causing me to snap my gaze up to him.

“What, n-no of course not” I played off lamely causing his chuckle to grow louder.

“Don’t worry, I think it’s cute” he winked before crawling back over the bed and passing me the cup of water which I ungraciously downed.

Shuffling round we eventually ended up cuddled into one another at the centre of the bed - my leg thrown lazily across his own as my fingers traced patterns over his tattoos.

“So that just happened” he said plainly making me nod my head and let out a quiet “yeah.”

"You don't regret it?" he asked aspirated.

"I'd never regret anything with you Eddie Munson" I whispered before sealing my lips over his in a deep kiss.

“Sleep tight sweetheart” he whispered before placing his head atop of mine.

“If you insist.”

[mysticlibraryhushbats]

Masterlist of hushbats’ fanfiction on AO3

TMNT:

School Dayz series 

(TMNT 2012, 2003. Splinter and the turtle tots. General Audience.)

Five Fish - Master Splinter decides it's time to start educating his four-year-old sons, however he is worried about their development, and is worried about one more than the others.

Brains -  An accident has Splinter going from teacher to father real fast.

Bonds -  Splinter notices a rift beginning to form between two of his children

Hide and Seek - The turtle tots convince tired rat dad to play with them. Cuteness ensues.

One Shots

The Donk - (TMNT comics, Image comics. Mature Audience: mild swearing and reference to alcohol and poker) Casey thought he was a shark in a tank full of other sharks, but boy, was he wrong.

Emotional Support Turtles - (TMNT 2003, 2007, 2012. Teen Audience.)  Leo is stressy and depressy, but his brothers have just the trick to turn that frown upside down.

Drabbles

HushBats’ Drabble Collection - (TMNT 1987, 2003, 2012. Teen Audience. includes character death.) A place to post random drabbles under 1,000 words. Rapidly written and unchecked for errors. Read at your own risk. First up Donatello makes poor decisions in the name of science when sleep deprived.

Other Fandoms:

Jonathan Byers’ Bogus Journey (Stranger Things 2016) - (Teen)   Jonathan just wants to get to Cali in time for Argyle's birthday to surprise him. He just didn't count on Steve, Billy and Eddie hijacking the trip and derailing all his plans.

forget everything (and I’m starting with you) (Stranger Things 2016) - (Teen, See tags for content warnings.) As a kid, Steve Harrington had a wild imagination and a kind heart - traits that any parent, anywhere in the world, would be pleased for their precious child to develop. Well, anywhere that wasn’t Hawkins, Indiana, and more specifically, anyone who wasn’t a Harrington. The rise and fall of King Steve.

they say death is not for lovers (but that’s not what we are) (Stranger Things 2016) - (Teen, CW: suicide and major character death.) He was supposed to die.1986, it was his year – he’d go out in a blaze of glory while helping those who helped him, and finally die with a smile on his face like he’d wanted. It was the best he could have hoped for. Two birds, one stone. Except he didn’t. Dustin and Steve made sure of it.

Doodle-Bear (Stranger Things 2016) - (Gen. See tags for content warnings.)  If you were to ask Steve, he would say it was born from a need – a need to see Eddie more like himself. But if Steve were honest with himself - which he's not, it was born of something else entirely.

Cinderella Boy (Stranger Things 2016) - (Teen Audience. See tags for content warnings.) "Eddie and Steve weren’t friends; not by a long shot. If anything, their relationship would be best described as frenemies. The imposed social hierarchy of American high school would never allow them to be friends. Nor would their socio-economic backgrounds. You see, they were on opposite ends of the food chain in life. Eddie was the trailer-trash school freak; too loud, too outspoken, too different for small-town Indiana. While Steve was the very definition of an all-American boy; a rich, good-looking, jock who could do no wrong and had everything he’d ever wanted land at his feet. They lived in two completely different worlds, and that couldn't be any more obvious to Eddie than right now." Prom night '85, baby!

The Blackest Black of the Darkest Void (Stranger Things 2016) - (Teen Audience. Some mild swearing.) "He was drowning. First it was in blood, but now; now he was drowning in something much worse. The blackness engulfed him, weighing heavy on his limbs and dragging him down into its depths. Into the kind of darkness that no light, no sound, nothing could penetrate. And Eddie Munson was drowning in it." Eddie escapes Vecna's clutches with a little help from some friends.

Worth the Risk (Eternals Movie 2021) - (Multi-chapter in-progress, Teen Audience, mild swearing) Druig, Thena, and Makkari are joined on the Domo by fellow eternal, Eros, and his companion Pip in their mission to rescue what is left of their family from the wrath of celestial, Arishem the Judge. However, in the absence of Gilgamesh, Thena's bouts of Mahd Wy'ry become increasingly more frequent and difficult for her to control, and in the confines of the Domo with no Ajak to heal them, they must find a way to manage it before the unthinkable happens.

[papermoonloveslucy]

HAZEL PIERCE

April 10, 1893

Hazel Pierce was born in Los Angles, California. Because she was the same general height and weight as Lucile Ball, she was hired to be her camera and lighting stand-in on “I Love Lucy.”  This required her to attend rehearsals where camera’s and lighting instruments would be aimed and focused, a time consuming and tedious job, although necessary. Desi Arnaz also had a stand-in. His name was Bennett Green.

Hazel was married to Wesley Pierce. They were a comedic dance team called Pierce & Harris (her maiden name was Hazel Harris). Wesley had died by the time “I Love Lucy came along”. Ball allowed Pierce to live in her guest house. 

“Hazel was a very nervous person, and ditsy in a kind of Gracie Allen / Stan Laurel kind of way. Instead of ‘What?’ she would say ‘Hello?’ Lucie recalls that Hazel would be walking down the hall, carrying a big stack of papers, and Lucy would scream, ‘Hazel! Get over here!’ really loud, causing Hazel to throw the papers in the air in surprise.” ~ Life After Lucy, by Keith Thibodeaux (aka Little Ricky)

In return Pierce would be given small roles on the show, usually in the background, but sometimes even given a character name or a line. She also worked on the first seasons of “The Lucy Show” and one episode of “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour.” 

She was sometimes in the company of Bess Flowers aka The Queen of the Extras. 

On a few occasions she stepped out of the crowd and sometimes spoke a line. She won the TV set given away by the Ladies Overseas Aid. 

Nearly unrecognizable under the bandages, she played Mrs. Peterson, who went over Niagara Falls in a barrel to win a radio contest!  This was her first episode of more than twenty where she can be spotted. 

She was usually present when Lucy’s friends and neighbors gathered. 

She was a waitress at the corner drugstore. The next episode that was set at the same location, the waitress is not present, but Fred calls out “Oh, Hazel!” anyway. 

She also waited tables in Sun Valley!  

She is the flapper who says “I’m an angel!”  

Pierce, who is usually a poker faced performer who has trouble with focus during scenes, is here having the time of her life singing and dancing!  

Although the role was later taken over by Ruth Brady, Pierce was the first to play Grace Munson. 

She was also a maternity nurse!  When she wasn’t hanging around with Green, Pepper (Barbara, left) was often nearby! 

She was a member of the Westport Country Club, sharing the scene with Ruth Brady meaning that both Grace Munsons were in the same room at the same time! 

She was there when Bill Holden got a pie in the face! 

When Lucy entered a baking contest - Hazel did too! 

When Lucy went to night school - so did Hazel! 

If Lucy took an interest in politics - so did Hazel. 

Courtrooms always needed spectators and jurors!

In Danfield, Pierce was part of the volunteer fire brigade. 

As well as the Danfield Community Theatre. 

At a Dude Ranch, both former stand-ins are backing up Lucy: Hazel and Bennett Green! 

When Hazel Pierce attends a Hollywood premiere dressed in a full-length white fur coat, Lucy meekly asks her “Are you anybody”?  This is a fitting joke for a woman who made a career out of standing in Lucille Ball’s shadow.  For once, the tables are turned - at least for one episode! 

In some episodes, Pierce actually had a character name!  

In 1961 and 62, without Lucy, but on her turf, she worked on episodes of “The Dick Van Dyke Show” and “The Joey Bishop Show,” both filmed at Desilu, as well as six episodes of the hit Desilu series “The Untouchables.”  She often turns up on other Desilu-filmed series as well, such as “Angel” (above) and some episodes of ���The Jack Benny Show.”  The names of uncredited performers were rarely published, but relied upon eagle-eyed fans for attribution.  

Thanks to Lucy, Pierce was also briefly seen in movies, too!  She had bit roles in Forever, Darling (1956) and The Facts of Life (1960). 

Pierce died on March 1, 1984 at age 90. 

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X-Men Origins: Wolverine (2009)

Action, Adventure, Sci-Fi |

X-Men Origins: Wolverine is a American superhero film based on the Marvel Comics fictional character Wolverine. It is the fourth installment of the X-Men film series, the first installment of the Wolverine trilogy within the series, and a spin-off prequel to X-Men (2000). The film was directed by Gavin Hood, written by David Benioff and Skip Woods, and produced by Hugh Jackman, who stars as the titular character, alongside Liev Schreiber, Danny Huston, Dominic Monaghan, and Ryan Reynolds. The film’s plot details Wolverine’s childhood as James Howlett, his time with Major William Stryker’s Team X, the bonding of Wolverine’s skeleton with the indestructible metal adamantium during the Weapon X program and his relationship with his half-brother Victor Creed.

In 1845, James Howlett, a boy living in Canada, witnesses his father being killed by groundskeeper Thomas Logan. Anxiety activates the boy’s mutation: bone claws protrude from his knuckles and he impales Thomas, who reveals that he is James’ birth father before dying. James flees along with Thomas’ other son Victor Creed, who is James’ half-brother and has a sharp claw-nails and healing factor mutation like James. They spend the next century as soldiers, fighting in the American Civil War, both World Wars and the Vietnam War in 1973.

In Vietnam, the increasingly violent Victor attempts to rape a Vietnamese woman and kills a senior officer who tries to stop him. James returns to Victor upon the commotion, and ignorant of his brother’s intent, he rushes to defend him. This results in the pair being sentenced to execution by firing squad, which they survive due to their mutant healing abilities. Major William Stryker approaches them in military custody and offers them membership in Team X, a group of mutants including expert marksman Agent Zero, katana-wielding Wade Wilson, John Wraith, super-strong and invulnerable Fred Dukes and technopath Chris Bradley. They join the team for a few missions, with James using the alias Logan, but Victor and the group’s lack of empathy for human life causes Logan to leave.

Director: Gavin Hood

Writers: David Benioff (screenplay), Skip Woods (screenplay)

Stars: Hugh Jackman, Liev Schreiber, Ryan Reynolds, Will.i.am, Taylor Kitsch, Lynn Collins, Danny Huston

►Cast:

Hugh Jackman…Logan / WolverineLiev Schreiber…Victor CreedDanny Huston…StrykerWill.i.am…John WraithLynn Collins…Kayla SilverfoxKevin Durand…Fred DukesDominic Monaghan…Chris Bradley / BoltTaylor Kitsch…Remy LeBeauDaniel Henney…Agent ZeroRyan Reynolds…Wade WilsonTim Pocock…Scott SummersJulia Blake…Heather HudsonMax Cullen…Travis HudsonTroye Sivan…JamesMichael-James Olsen…Young VictorPeter O’Brien…John HowlettAaron Jeffery…Thomas LoganAlice Parkinson…Elizabeth HowlettPhilip A. Patterson…Firing Squad LeaderAnthony Gee…Carnival GuyAdelaide Clemens…Carnival GirlKarl Beattie…School ChildTom O’Sullivan…Logging SupervisorMyles Pollard…PhelanStephen Anderton…MarcuseChris Sadrinna…Van MierSeptimus Caton…BartenderMatthew Dale…SurgeonNathin Butler…Male Nurse #1Peter Barry…Male Nurse #2David Ritchie…Dr. CorneliusAsher Keddie…Dr. Carol FrostSocratis Otto…Lead Technician – Alkali LakeStephen Leeder…General MunsonJames D. Dever…Platoon LeaderMartin Obuga…Muttering ManRita Afua Connell…Nervous African WomanJohn Shrimpton…Stryker AideHenry Browne…CurtisTahyna MacManus…Kayla’s Sister / EmmaDaniel Negreanu…Poker PlayerAlexandra Davies…Woman of the NightDon Battee…Huge DoormanEvan Sturrock…Drunken Man In AlleyRob Flanagan…Amoured Humvee DriverHakeem Kae-Kazim…African BusinessmanAlison Araya…TeacherEric Breker…Special Forces CommanderEileen Bui…Vietnamese ChildAdrian G. Griffiths…Hunter #1 (as Adrian Hughes)Byron Chief-Moon…Hunter #2Mike Dopud…Vietnam Army OfficerBeatrice King…Waitress (as Beatrice Ilg)Kanako Takegishi…WaitressPanou…Tank SoldierJohnson Phan…Vietnamese ManElizabeth Thai…Vietnamese WomanJade Tang…Mutant Twin #1Joelle Tang…Mutant Twin #2Warwick Young…Helicopter PilotApril Elleston-Enahoro…Ororo Munroe (scenes deleted)Scott Adkins…Weapon XIJames Crabtree…MedicSusan Glaze-Harper…PedestrianDennis Kreusler…SoldierAndrew Maciver…SoldierGideon Mzembe…MutantPaul Padagas…WardenChris Polzot…MutantChaz Smith…Bourbon Street RevelerTerry Lee Smith…Bourbon Street PartierDerek Steen…SoldierSuzie Steen…Carnival MomPatrick Stewart…Professor Charles XavierIan Thompson…School Bus DriverElizabeth Tranchant…PedestrianJosh Dean Williams…Soldier

Sources: imdb & wikipedia

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Three Ships: Viktor x Jayce Talis, Catty Turner x Vanessa Cleveland, Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

First Ever Ship: I'm really not sure.. maybe Rainbow Dash x Soarin? (This has changed tho lol)

Last Song: Poker Face by Lady Gaga

Last Film: This Christmas movie on Netflix that I can't remember the name of.

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Currently Watching: Well... I did start Rick and Morty last night but I'm unsure if I'll continue it.

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Currently watching: I just finished Teen Wolf so I've been rewatching a lot of clips and stuff. I wanna watch the Maze Runner movies but none of my streaming services have it TT_TT

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