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lokis-army-77 · 2 years ago

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Satiate Me pt. 4

Incubus!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 1700

Eddie's reward for you being such a good girl for him.

Warning: 18+, Blood, knife play, don't do this shit at home.. inless you're into it and are a professional.

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It was like the calm before the storm. Everything was quiet and almost blissful as I lay, exhausted on Eddie's bed. I could barely keep my eyes open, so I kept them closed and chose to listen as he rummaged around the room.

"Do you trust me?" Came his gravelly voice from the edge of the bed.

I thought for a moment. Eddie was just a stranger and although I had just met him a few hours ago, I felt like I could trust him. It was probably the least smart thing I could let spill from my mouth but I couldn't help it. "With my life."

"Perfect." He all but purred.

A sigh left my mouth when I felt his warm hand wrap around my ankle. His grip was strong and comfortable as he moved his hand up and down my leg.

"Gonna let me make you mine, Princess?" The trail his fingers made up my naked thigh had goosebumps appearing on my skin.

I nodded my head fervently. "Wanna be yours, Eddie."

Finally, I opened my eyes and caught his. There was a strange glint in them, like a flash of red. I paid it no mind because the next thing I knew my eyes were drawn to what he was holding in his other hand.

"Eddie?" I question, eyes wide and staring at the ornate dagger he held loosely.

"Yeah, Sweetheart?" His thumb began to rub circles into the skin of my leg.

"Why do you have a knife?" My voice wavered a little.

Eddie held it up, twirling it in his fingers. "You don't mind a bit of blood? Do you?"

He didn't answer my question. The fear that should have arisen from the situation was not present. The anxiety I knew I should be feeling, having been presented with a knife and asked if I minded a bit of blood, did not flood my body. The only emotion I could make out was the rush of lust as I nodded. My body acting of its own accord gave no heed to what my mind was struggling to comprehend.

"Good." Eddie grinned before slowly bringing the knife down. The sharp point now barely rested on the skin of my ankle, then Eddie traced it up the same path his hand had just made. The tip pressed lightly into my skin.

I sucked in air through my teeth as the sharpness broke through the skin and little beads of crimson began to appear. A gasp filtered past my lips when Eddie bent down and licked over the scratch. When he looked up at me and smiled blood stained his lips and his white teeth were in stark contrast to the red which settled into the gaps between them.

A sudden primal urge hit me then. I needed him in some carnal way and for some reason, the sight of my blood on his lips had pulled it out of me. With another scrape of the knife higher on my thigh, I caught his hand in my own and pulled him up with what little strength I had. I pushed my lips to his and just kissed him. It was sloppy and messy and held no real rhythm. It was jam-packed full of need and want and all the lust I could muster.

The taste of my own blood on his tongue had me whining, the metallic tang making my mouth water and my leg clench together. It surprised me but I needed to taste more of it.

"More." I pleaded gently with him. Begging for another taste. I could feel his lips pulling back tightly into a smirk. The knife was pressed into the upper part of my thigh and from the tip of the knife bloomed a bright red trail. With his fingers, Eddie swept the blood up and brought it to my mouth.

Our lips disconnected and in an instant I had latched myself onto his fingers, sucking the life-sustaining liquid from them. I just couldn't get enough of that taste.

"That's it," he sighed, lips grazing the shell of my ear as he watched me. “Tastes good doesn’t it?”

I nodded still sucking on his fingers.

He pulled them away and wiped my spit on the bed sheets. “Can you be a good girl for me and be still? Then, if you want, I’ll let you have more.”

“Yes, Sir. I can be a good girl.” I whimpered. It was like he had some sort of grip on me. I didn’t want to disappoint him, didn’t want to disobey him. I only wanted what he would give me even if it were something of my own.

Eddie only grinned. His hands pushed my legs open and the edge of the knife glided over the soft skin on the inside of my right one. Without drawing blood, he moved the point to where my legs joined, delicately tracing over the puffy lips of my cunt. I shivered at the feeling of unease caused by the knife but let out a breath as he moved upward, eyes dark and set on the expanse of skin just under my navel.

As the knife tip dug into my skin, I let out a strangled gasp, mixed with a moan. I had been so focused on the weapon that I had completely ignored the movements Eddie was making with his hips. Yet when the knife when in, so did his cock. My cunt gripped him as he continued to push in.

“Eddie!” I cried as he bottomed out. My hands clutched his shoulders, my nails digging in so hard I was sure I had drawn his own blood.

“Shh, baby. It’s okay.” His tone was almost sweet but lacked empathy.

When he began to push in and out, each thrust was accompanied by a sharp dig into my abdomen. The pain shot throughout my body but the pleasure he was giving me at the same time soothed it over.

Pained, moans flew from my lips as he went faster and faster. It hurt to squeeze around him, the muscles in my stomach aching and sore. I needed to cum, I was almost there. My release was just within reach, all I needed was a little push.

“Eddie,” I cried, legs clamping around his waist. “Wanna cum.”

“Do you?” He asked condescendingly.

“Yes, please. Need it so bad.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m done with this then.” Eddie lifted the knife, the tip gleaming with my blood. “Open that pretty mouth.”

I snapped it open before he could even finish his sentence. My tongue stuck out to catch the blood as it dripped from the blade as he moved the metal to rest on the hot muscle.

I couldn’t help the moan that I let out at the taste. Without a second to waste, Eddie’s free thumb began to make circles around my clit. He was urging me into an orgasm. Overloading my senses.

Within a few minutes, I began to feel lightheaded. My body tensed under him. My hands still held tightly to his shoulders and just like I was coming undone for what felt like the thousandth time this nih. The pain had faded, yet so had the pleasure. I was just there, floating.

The only thing to take me out of it was the quick, firm taps to my face. Eddie’s eyes met mine as I blinked away the haze. “Hey, you still there baby?”

“Yeah,” I groaned out weakly.

His hands rubbed my body, massaging my already relaxed muscles. When he bruised over the cuts on my abdomen, I gasped at the pain. “It's okay,” he cooed. “It’ll heal fast.”

I bushed out a breath. “What did you do to me?”

Eddie grabbed the back of my neck and helped me to crane my head to see what he had carved. Some kind of archaic symbol was there, surrounded by red skin and trails of blood. Despite the fact that it was an open wound and it was still bleeding, it was somehow beautiful.

“What is it? “ I asked as I gently pressed the sensitive skin around the gashes.

“My sigil. It binds you to me.” He spoke quietly. “It lets me find you when I’m in need of fulfilling my … urges.”

“Urges?” I asked but he leaned down and began licking up the blood pooling around the edges of the sigil, cleaning it. All thoughts left my mind.

“You’ll see soon enough.” He murmured into my skin.

My fingers found their way into his hair, tugging as I mewled beneath his touch. My head was now full of the need for him. Need for him to take me just once more.

With my hips bucking up and his fingers holding them down as he lapped at the blood, I began to whimper and whine. I squirmed under his touch, needing his tongue to go lower.

“Be patient.” He scolded using a strength I didn’t know was possible to possess after having so many rounds of sex to keep me still.

“But I want you.”

“And you’ll have me. Wait for the mark to heal.”

I groaned as I tried to move under his hold. “It’s cut into my skin, cuts take days, weeks to heal.”

He looked at me, eyebrows raised, and rolled his eyes. “Not this. It will heal in a few minutes.”

“That's impossible,” I argued.

“Nothing is impossible.” His hold tightened. “Now be still and be patient. After this, my hunger will be satiated.”

“Eddie I don’t have a clue what you are talking about.” I sighed in concussion, dropping my head back to stare at the ceiling.

“In time you will.”

Behind him, in the flash of car lights, the shadow he cast was quick. It was the same as it had been earlier in the night, with the same bat-like wings, horns, and tail all there and then gone in a flash. I hadn't paid attention earlier but this time it struck me as odd, maybe it wasn’t just a trick of the light. Yet still, any type of worry evaded me, clouded over by lust and want.

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merylliel · 6 years ago

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willis-n-wonderland · 6 years ago

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Guess it’s time to release the flying monkeys!!! #wickedwitchofwest https://www.instagram.com/p/By3g0vXBHJV/?igshid=123n86mn2tmd9

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hobisstar · 3 years ago

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Valiant Thor x Reader where they go on a date and have a cute picnic but she noticed Val didn't eat anything. That's when the reader discovers Val is an android/alien hybrid and instead of being terrifed she was just amazed by his boyfriend 🥺

Alrighty! I wasn’t sure what gender you wanted it to be so I’m going to write it as gn!reader.

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“Val you helped me make all this delicious beautiful food and you haven’t touched it not once.” Y/N said looking at Valiant Thor. They set up everything to eachothers liking but surprisingly Val wasn’t eating or drinking anything. Y/N started to worry, did he poison it? Is it really terrible?

“ I’m just not… hungry…dear pay me no mind I love to watch my darling eat their heart out..” he smiled at them and feed them a strawberry.

Taking that as an answer for right now, Y/N left it alone. Something wasn’t right and it made them not eat either.

“What are you hiding from me Valiant Thor?” They said standing up. Val knew he was being caught red handed but what could he say? Telling them what he really is would they try to leave him? Of course not! Right?

If he had to lock them up to keep them to himself if he had to. Will they expect him? I mean in a way they had no choice.

“ I have something to tell you. When I tell you this you will not leave me. I won’t allow it. I love you and you are my world I don’t want to let you go and I won’t let you go.” He grabbed their hand.

He sighed and opened the top of his head revealing wires and metal pieces in place where his brain should be.

“I’m an android alien. I was built probably way before you where born. I’ve made out of nothing but metal and wires and tubes. My love for you is as real as you. I love everything about you. Just please don’t leave me.” He looked at them trying to find something in their eyes.

“Wow…that’s… awesome!” Y/N jumps up and down. “I mean yeah you are hallow but hey you are the best thing that has ever touched this earth. You have everything a human has! Hell even packing then most males” they laugh.

“I don’t understand?” Valiant stood up and watched them. “Why aren’t you upset?”

“ WHY WOULD I BE UPSET? You’ve lived for centuries babe! You have history just by living. Why would I want to leave someone who is so amazing and awesome and wonderful and so much much more.”

Val hugged them tightly happy that they wasn’t leaving him. “I just wish you told me before we made so much food.” They said laughing.

Wow, what a day to be an android alien.

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ambrossart · 2 years ago

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Post Prom - Part II

⏪ part one

summary: after leaving prom, you and eddie go to the hideout to reminisce and listen to music. one thing leads to another, and you end up going back to his trailer.

pairing: eddie munson x dwm!reader word count: 6,980 warnings: language, new relationship, underage drinking, reminiscing about the past, pent-up feelings finally being expressed, mostly just a lot of making out, plus a little dry humping, nothing too explicit, some suggestive language, talk of sex but no actual depictions of sex, eddie being adorable, eddie being romantic

Note: This short story is the epilogue to Dancing with Myself. For proper context, I highly suggest you read that before reading this.

Eddie had to fiddle with the lock a few times before the front door would open.

While he jiggled his keys and cursed under his breath, you stood on the step below with your stomach all knotted up like macramé, watching the tiny moths flutter beneath the gleam of the porchlight. This wasn’t your first time standing here. You had been here before, almost six years ago, when you came and started banging on Eddie’s door at ten o’clock in the morning, yelling for him to get his stubborn ass outside. The memory made you giggle. You had been so nervous back then. Shit, you were nervous now… just a different kind, you supposed.

A soft creak drew your attention back to the front door. Eddie pulled it open with a triumphant smile and held it for you.

“Well,” he said, “this is it…”

And right before you went inside, you saw Eddie suck in a shallow breath. He was nervous, nervous about letting you see inside his house—his private, most intimate place—completely unprepared. You felt honored and grateful to know he trusted you that much.

Smiling, you brushed past him and walked through the front door. As soon as you did, you were overcome with this overwhelming and indescribable warmth that spread through your whole body. It felt less like you were entering Eddie’s house and more like you were entering his world. After years of standing outside it, only ever getting as close as the front porch, you had finally been allowed inside. It was hard not to get a little emotional about it.

“Sorry about the mess,” Eddie said, but honestly, you didn’t even notice it. Your feet moved on their own and carried you deeper inside, into the living room. There, you found a dark brown sofa chair sitting in the far right corner and a light brown loveseat resting against a draped window. A bit worn, both of them, but still in good shape. Pushed against the opposite wall was a small television, a writing desk with a built-in shelf, and a roll-out folding bed, where you imagined Eddie’s uncle resting after a long night’s work. It was a charming room, well-lit and cozy, full of all these random little knickknacks that you could have spent hours browsing through. There were hats hanging on the walls, dozens of them, and long wooden shelves lined with nothing but souvenir mugs, more than you could even begin to count.

“You know, your uncle could open a gift shop with all this stuff.”

Eddie was watching you from the front door, a faint smile on his face. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, he’s quite the collector.”

You nodded absentmindedly and proceeded into the kitchen, humming as you ran your hand along a small dining table set for two, with mismatched chairs.

Eddie gave you a bemused look and said, “What are you doing?”

“Just looking around,” you answered with a shrug. “Why? Do you not want me to?”

“Uhh, no,” Eddie said, a little taken aback. “Go crazy.”

So with his permission, you did. You fingered through some of the clutter on the counter, cracked open a few cabinets and drawers, snuck a little peek into the fridge—just a quick one to sate your curiosity, perfectly harmless. And as you did this, you imagined Eddie growing up here: making breakfast for himself before school, doing his homework at the counter, eating dinner with his uncle at the dining table. Did he use the upholstered chair or the simpler metal one leaning against the pantry? You couldn’t quite decide.

Then you moseyed down the hallway, looking at this and that. You pushed open the door, switched on the light to see into the bathroom… and stopped dead in your tracks when you reached the bedroom at the end of the hall.

Your stomach flipped twice, end over end. Yeah, you didn’t dare step foot in Eddie’s room. Instead, you spun around and went scurrying back the way you came, feeling much less adventurous than before.

As you shyly approached, Eddie said, “Well, did you enjoy your little tour?”

“I did,” you said while you played with the tip of your pinky. “Yeah, I really like your house.”

“Well, good,” Eddie said with a crooked, bashful smile. “I’m glad you like it.”

And then you both fell silent, listening to the low hum of a lightbulb that wasn’t quite screwed on tight enough. You stood with your back pressed against a metal storage rack. Across from you, Eddie was still by the front door, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. He had his left hand on the backrest of one of the dining chairs, and his nails kept scratching against the upholstery as he slowly curled and uncurled his fingers. His silver-plated rings winked at you every time they caught the light. After a while, it was starting to drive you crazy.

Those damn rings, you thought, they’re gonna be the death of me, I swear.

Eddie’s voice made you jump.

“I’m gonna grab a beer,” he said. “Do you, uh, want one?”

“Sure,” you said.

After all, a little liquid courage couldn’t hurt, could it?

Eddie grabbed two cans of beer from the fridge, opened one, and handed it to you. “Thanks,” you said, and then he went into the living room and made himself comfortable on the sofa.

No, on the loveseat.

Eddie threw his feet up on the coffee table, cracked open his beer and took a few slow sips. Upon lowering his drink, he turned to you and made a beckoning motion with just the tip of his finger.

This one simple gesture set your nerves on fire! You made it only a few steps into the living room before you backpedaled into the counter and huddled against it like a coward. It dawned on you now, actually now, that you and Eddie were finally, truly, alone. Yeah, this wasn’t two kids whispering downstairs in a basement or two high school students flirting in a public restroom on prom night. This was you and Eddie.

Together.

Alone.

Oh fuck, you thought as a shiver ran up your spine. You brought the aluminum can to your lips and took the biggest gulp of your life.

Now Eddie was getting up and walking toward you. He sank down beside you with his beer in his hand and said in a hushed voice, “Why are you hiding?”

“Why are you whispering?” you said, and Eddie’s face scrunched up adorably, like he didn’t have a clue.

“I dunno,” he answered in his normal voice. Then he took a long, long drink and wiped his wet lips with the knuckle of his thumb. “Seriously, though, why are you hiding from me?”

You opened your mouth, closed it, and turned away. “You make me really nervous.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Really? Well, that’s… interesting.”

You looked over your shoulder and saw his lips curl into a proud grin.

“Oh, don’t get all smug now!” you said, giving him a little shove.

“I’m not, I’m not. It’s just…” His face softened with a gentle smile. “It’s a good feeling, knowing I make you nervous.”

Eddie’s words made you blush. You set your beer aside and burrowed deep into Wayne’s jacket. “I’m not used to you being like this.”

“Like what?”

“All… confident and flirty. I dunno, I guess I’m just used to you running away from me all the time.”

Eddie’s brow furrowed. “I never ran away from you.”

“Really?” you said with a teasing smirk. “‘Cause I can think of at least four separate occasions where you saw me and immediately took off in the opposite direction.”

“Well, that’s… because I was scared of you.”

You bent your head and started to giggle. Eddie watched you out of the corner of his eye, struggling to hold in a laugh of his own.

“You finally admit it.”

“I finally admit it…”

Eddie put down his beer and smiled at you. Then his eyes took on a strange glint, as if inflamed by some mysterious spark of emotion. Without speaking, he rolled his weight onto his right arm and swung his body over yours, pinning you up against the counter. His deep brown eyes bore into yours as he said, “Luckily, I’m not fourteen anymore.”

Your lips parted with an inaudible gasp. No, you definitely aren’t, you thought, and drew away from him a little. This was too much. The house was too quiet, Eddie was too close, and you… you were silently chanting the Lord’s Prayer in hopes of banishing the evil spirit that was currently possessing your thoughts.

Your eyes closed as Eddie’s nose grazed your cheek.

“Hey,” he whispered, “can I tell you a secret?”

You nodded vaguely, unable to speak. When you opened your eyes, Eddie was hovering over you and staring at your face with a soft, almost sleepy gaze.

“You make me nervous, too,” he said. “Pretty much on a daily basis.”

“Really?” Your nose wrinkled in disbelief. “You don’t seem nervous.”

“You don’t think so?” he said. “C’mere.”

He took your hand and held it to his chest. His heart thundered desperately against your palm.

In a flustered voice, you said, “Okay, if this is a move, it’s a good one.”

Eddie’s chest shook as he laughed. “Well, good,” he said. “I’ll make sure to use it on the next girl I invite over.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “Shut up,” you said, but you didn’t raise your hand to smack him like you normally would. Instead, you closed your eyes and let your hand melt into him, feeling his heat, feeling his heartbeat, riding each wave of his ragged breath. Was this what it always felt like? When Eddie saw you in the hallway, in the cafeteria, in class, did his heart ache for you just like this? It almost seemed impossible, didn’t it? Before tonight, this would’ve been nothing more than a fantasy, but now… right now… it felt too real to be anything but true.

You laid your head on Eddie’s chest, felt his heart jog and then settle back into a steady rhythm: slower than before but still beating strong. Then you felt his arms wrap around you and pull you tighter against him. You nuzzled your head into his chin. He pressed his lips to your hairline and sighed against your skin.

“I really missed you,” he said.

After that, time seemed to stop. You raised your head off Eddie’s chest and smiled at him. He kissed you softly on the lips and drew back with smoldering eyes. You touched your hand to his face, gently brushing your fingers over his bottom lip, and he leaned in and kissed you again, taking the last six years of yearning and heartache and igniting them into passion. His grip on your waist tightened. Your fingers curled around the back of his neck and pulled him closer. You kissed slowly, deeply, and then he grabbed your hips and lifted you onto the counter. Items scattered and shifted. Somewhere behind you, a cup fell with a hollow clink. You broke the kiss, laughing, and craned your head to see where it landed. Eddie hooked his hand around your jaw and pulled you back, kissing you again and again until

Brrring! Brrring!

the phone rang.

The sound blared through the silent house like a fire alarm. You and Eddie broke away and stared at each other, breathless and bewildered. Then you buried your face in the crook of his neck and crumbled into giggles.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Eddie said, looking up with a wide, defeated smile. He cupped your face and pressed one more kiss to your lips, and as he pulled away, he whispered in a slow, forceful voice: “Don’t move.”

He went to the ringing phone and lifted the handset off the wall.

“Yeah?” he said while rubbing his forehead.

“Hey, man!” It was Gareth, calling at almost two in the morning. “I thought you’d be home by now…” Lips smacked and popcorn crunched. In the background, an old sci-fi movie was playing. “So, how’d it go, dude?”

“Uhh, good.” Eddie glanced back at you and a smile came to his face. “Really good.”

He turned around, looked for a seat, and sat down on top of the kitchen table. Meanwhile, you had climbed down from the counter and were now carefully rearranging the ruffled layers of your taffeta skirt, making sure they lay neatly against your thigh. A guttural sound emerged from Eddie’s throat as he watched you. He closed his eyes and cursed his friend’s timing.

“No shit,” said Gareth in disbelief. “You actually got Chrissy to dance with you?”

“Uhh… no,” Eddie said. “You were right, man, that was a terrible idea.”

A terrible and wonderful idea. It brought him straight to you.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, buddy,” Gareth said. “How’re you doing?”

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m, uhh…” You caught his eye and gave him a sweet smile that he couldn’t help but return. “I’m better than ever, man.”

“Is that Gareth?” you asked.

Eddie nodded, rolled his eyes, and said, “Uh-huh…” while his friend’s voice faded into the background.

He watched you fidget in sheer boredom for a while: tracing random patterns on the counter with your finger, flicking the lampshade and making it spin, picking up a pair of pliers, fiddling with them for a second, and putting them back down. Then you leaned forward and laid your chin on your palm, giving him a coy, impatient little pout that awakened something primal within him. The handset slipped out of his hand, pulled the coiled cord taut, and clattered to the floor. Eddie picked it up and clumsily brought it back to his ear.

“Hey, I gotta go, man.”

“Huh?” Gareth said. “What do you mean, you—Wait, are you with someone right now?”

Eddie didn’t answer. He was on his feet and moving.

“I’ll, uhh, talk to you later, buddy.”

“No, wait! Eddie! Eddie!”

“Don’t call me back,” Eddie said. He pulled the handset away from his ear and

“Edd—”

hung it on the base with a click.

During all this, you were snickering with your hand over your mouth. Eddie stepped away from the phone and—suddenly, it was ringing again! Your laughter grew into muffled snorts. Eddie picked up the phone and growled: “Fuck off!” then slammed it back down. And when it rang a third time (because, of course, it had to ring a third time), he grabbed the cable and yanked it right out of the socket.

“What if there’s an emergency?” you said, giggling, as Eddie came toward you.

“I… don’t care,” he muttered dazedly, and he scooped your face into his hands and kissed you.

This was not a chaste, gentleman’s kiss. This was a lover’s kiss, full of heat and passion, desperation and desire. You closed your eyes and parted your lips as Eddie trailed kisses down your chin and along your jaw. His calloused hands, strong but tender, traced down your neck and tugged on the collar of Wayne’s jacket, pulling it over your shoulders, down your arms, and letting it fall to the floor. “Watch the jacket,” you said, and a sharp gasp escaped you. The contrast between the warmth of Eddie’s hands and the coldness of his rings made you shiver as he caressed your bare arms, slowly, gently. He kissed his way up to your mouth, cupped the side of your face, and slipped his tongue between your lips. You curled your hand into his shirt and let out a soft moan.

But then he drew back with a wince.

“Hey, I didn’t plan this or anything. You know that, right?”

Eddie’s dark eyes passed over your face, searching for any signs of doubt. “I mean… I didn’t bring you here to uhh, y’know, try to get in your pants.”

Your grip on his shirt loosened. “Oh,” you said, and looked at the floor with an embarrassed smile. “Well, that’s a little disappointing…”

(because you were definitely trying to get in his)

As those words left your lips, the air between you became thick with tension. You timidly ran your hand down Eddie’s chest, a faint blush rising to your face, and his eyes grew wide as realization washed over him.

“Oh shit,” Eddie said. He gulped deeply, combed his hand nervously through his hair, and spoke in a heated, trembling voice: “Umm… are you sure?”

You pulled him in by his shirt and kissed him. As you broke away, your eyes were calm and unwavering.

“I’m sure.”

The world seemed dreamlike as your body sank into Eddie’s mattress.

His fingers interlaced with yours as he slowly crawled you backwards toward the wall, his chest above yours, knees astride your legs while he pressed soft, tender kisses to your greedy lips. He pushed down on your chest gently and the mattress came up to meet you: your elbows fell one after the other and your head landed gently on the pillow. Eddie’s scent lingered in the fabric, a mixture of sweat, soap, cologne, and cigarette smoke. You breathed it in deeply and shivered.

All the while, his hands never left yours. They rubbed against your palms, slid between your fingers, and pushed your hands deeper into the mattress. Your eyes rolled up to the ceiling as he kissed down your neck and along your chest, the moisture of his mouth lingering everywhere his lips touched. The sensation overwhelmed you. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths as you stared around Eddie’s bedroom with half-lidded eyes, taking in everything—the posters on the walls, the clothes strewn about the floor, all the clutter on his desk, dresser, and nightstand: beer cans, guitar cables, cassette tapes, empty packs of cigarettes. Next to the desk was an acoustic guitar with a message painted on the body. You had to sit up and squint your eyes in order to read it.

“This machine slays dragons?” You threw your head back against the pillow and giggled. “Wow, Munson, just when I thought you couldn’t get any nerdier…”

Your laughter broke into stifled gasps as Eddie caught your skin between his teeth. He nibbled gently on your collarbone and ran his tongue up your neck, then trailed lazy kisses from the edge of your jaw to the corner of your mouth, stopping there as he leaned back onto his left elbow.

While playing with your fingers, he said with a cheeky little smile, “Sorry, were you saying something just now?”

“Uhh, no,” you said, feeling breathless and dizzy. “I, umm…”

Eddie lowered himself back down until his mouth was hovering over yours, close but not quite touching.

“You forgot?” he said in a low voice.

Your head bobbed slightly as you stared at his lips, desperately craving the contact that was currently out of reach. You moved up to kiss him and he pulled away, a smile dragging up the side of his face.

A frustrated huff blew through your nose. “Please,” you said, and immediately snapped your mouth shut.

Shit, you thought. That one was gonna cost you.

Eddie’s eyes brightened with surprised delight. “Uh, what was that? Did I just hear you say please?”

“No,” you said as a shameful heat engulfed your face.

“Oh, I think I did,” he said, chuckling. “Uh-oh, now I have to make you say it again.”

“I’m not saying it again.”

“Yeah, well, I kinda need you to say it again, so…”

The corner of Eddie’s mouth lifted into a tantalizing smirk as he parted your lips with his thumb, drawing a whimper from deep in your throat.

“Please,” you whispered, and a switch went off in his head.

All of a sudden, Eddie’s eyes darkened with a naked, carnal lust that made your core clench and quiver with need. You arched your back as he lowered himself back down to you, and when he reached your lips, he kissed you with a hungry motion that left your whole body crying out for more. You dug your hands into his back, pressed yourself tighter against him. He ground his hips into yours and sucked gently on your neck, leaving faint marks all over your skin. Your breath hitched as you felt his hardening length through the fabric of his jeans. He moaned against you and moved back to your face, kissing your mouth, your chin, your cheek, and he whispered huskily into your ear, “Are you a virgin?”

The question hit you like a sobering slap.

“Maybe,” you said. “So what?”

“Hey, you don’t have to get defensive. I’m just asking, okay? It’s important that I know.”

“Okay, well… now you know.” You recoiled from him and turned your head to the side, staring at the heap of clothes on his floor. A lump formed in your throat as thoughts churned in your head. You swallowed hard and said in a small voice, “I take it you’re pretty experienced.”

Eddie gave you a funny look. “Well, I’m not that experienced. Mostly, I just watch a lot of porn.”

A giggle burst out of you, making your chest feel fluttery and light. When you turned back, you were welcomed by Eddie’s warm, comforting stare. He kissed your lips softly and a smile illuminated your face.

“So Corroded Coffin doesn’t have any groupies?”

“Not unless you count Gareth’s mom… which I do.”

You two broke into laughter. Eddie took your hand, pressed a few kisses to your knuckles, and leaned down to kiss you. As you parted, a question slithered its way into your mind:

“Hey, can you really tie a cherry stem with your tongue?”

Eddie arched his eyebrow. “Have you been thinking about that all night?”

“Well, not all night,” you said with a sheepish smile. “So, can you?”

Eddie snickered, his warm breath fanning your face. “No,” he said. “No, I was just trying to make you blush.”

“Oh,” you said, and felt your face get hot again. Well, you could’ve fooled me.

The previous urgency of his desire was replaced with caring deliberation. His hands gently caressed your waist, your hips, your thighs, tracing around every curve until he had each one of them memorized. You felt short of breath as he lowered his head and started kissing your breasts through the fabric of your dress. A whimper rose in your throat and you withered helplessly against him. You dragged your foot up his left pant leg, ran your hand up his right arm, feeling his hair between your fingers, drawing over his tattoos, pushing up his sleeve to squeeze the hard muscle of his bicep. He kissed the tops of your breasts, your chest, the side of your neck, and felt your hand on his face, beckoning him.

You both shared a moan when your bodies reconnected. Soft breaths filled the room as your hunger for one another grew, your hips moving together in a slow, passionate rhythm. Eddie panted against your lips, stared deeply into your eyes, and when his hand slid between your thighs, you pulled away and said through the static of your thoughts,

“Umm, Eddie? I don’t mean to kill the mood or anything, but umm… do you have a condom?”

The resulting silence was deafening. Eddie’s lips grazed your cheek and he drew back with a muddled expression, his mouth open, eyes slowly blinking, blinking, blinking.

You shrank away from him and grimaced. “It’s just, umm… you know, getting pregnant on prom night wasn’t quite the cliche I had in mind.”

You forced out a laugh and it instantly died in your throat. Great, you thought. Turns out, you hadn’t killed the mood at all. No, what you did was far more sadistic and cruel. Instead of taking it out in one clean shot, you missed all its vital organs and now you had to watch it limp away and die a slow, agonizing death. Way to go, sharpshooter.

Eddie shook his head and, finally, the haze in his eyes began to clear.

“Uhh… right, shit,” he said, “just, umm… hold on.”

He climbed to his feet, pulled out his wallet, and froze as soon as he peeked into the fold.

“Shit,” he said under his breath.

You pressed your lips together and nodded. “You don’t have one, do you?”

“No,” Eddie said quickly, with a little tremor of panic in his voice. “No, I do… just, uhh…”

He went to his dresser and started going through all the drawers: pulling them open, rifling through them for a minute, then slamming them closed. Then he went to his desk and did the same thing. With every slam, your cringe deepened. It was like watching a massacre in slow motion. You had shot and missed and now Eddie was savagely beating the mood to death with a rock. Just put the poor thing out of its misery already!

“Eddie,” you said.

He pushed his palm toward you. “Don’t… Don’t go anywhere,” he said in a distracted voice, and he spun around and stumbled out of the bedroom.

“Where would I even go?” you said, baffled. Then you slapped your hand to your forehead and cursed yourself for saying anything at all. Of all the times to listen to your gut, you chose now—now, when you were this close to living out all your horny teenage fantasies with the man of your dreams. What happened to the angel and the devil on your shoulder? Should you? Shouldn't you? The funny little back-and-forth? You figured there’d at least be a little bit of that, but nope! The stop sign went up and you slammed your foot on the brake right in the middle of a four-way intersection: crash, smash, KABOOM!

“Goddammit.”

You sighed, rolled onto your side, and started shuffling through the comics you found beside Eddie’s bed.

“Hey, you have Creepshow!” You plucked it out of the pile and opened it to the first short story. “Have you seen the movie? Oh my god, Munson, that last one with the cockroaches… boy, did that mess me up for a while. I freaked out every time I had to turn on the light in the kitchen. And I have a pretty strong nerve when it comes to horror. Michael Myers, Leatherface, Freddy Krueger, zombies, monsters, blood, gore, stabbing—I watched Cannibal Holocaust, for God’s sake! But fucking bugs? Yeah, I draw the line there. It’s like that movie, The Fly, that scene with the spiderweb… Nope, I turned my TV off so quick. I still haven’t finished that movie. I’ll probably watch the remake when it comes out, though, ‘cause… well, I do love Jeff Goldblum.”

You figured Eddie wasn’t listening and, honestly, you didn’t care because your silly babbling was the only thing saving you from the discomfort of this incredibly awkward situation. Without it, you would have spontaneously combusted out of pure shame. Eddie, meanwhile, was fumbling around helplessly in the kitchen: slamming cabinets, opening drawers, cracking open the…

fridge?

You looked up in bewildered amusement, then casually flipped to the next page. “I don’t think you’re gonna find any condoms in the fridge, Munson.”

“Yeah, well, there weren’t any in the oven, so…”

The fridge closed with a quiet thud. A moment later, Eddie appeared in the doorway with a hopeless expression on his face.

“You’ve completely lost it, haven’t you?”

“I’m the Sahara,” you said, and Eddie winced at your brutal choice of metaphor.

“You’re the Sahara, huh?” He pounded his fist on the doorframe a couple times, then hung his head and chuckled miserably to himself. “Great, just great.”

He slumped down by your feet and sat doubled over with his elbows on his knees. The seconds dragged on like hours as you two sat on opposite ends of the bed, not saying a word to each other. You kept flipping through the comic, but you didn’t read any of it, not a single word. You thought you had ruined the whole night.

You sucked in a quiet breath and—

“Sorry,” Eddie said, making you jerk your head up in surprise. As you looked at him now, he seemed strikingly timid, like the fourteen-year-old boy who could barely hold your gaze. “Guess I should’ve been better prepared before I, umm…”

His shoulders bounced with light, easy laughter.

“What’s so funny?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he said while fiddling with the ring on his right hand. “It’s just, uhh… y’know, I’ve thought of this moment for a long time, a long time, and now that I finally got you here…” A peaceful smile touched his face. “It’s just funny how it all worked out.”

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

Eddie sat up and turned toward you. “We don’t have to rush this,” he said. “In fact, it’s probably better that we don’t.”

“Yeah,” you said.

Then, with a shy dip of your head: “Except now you’ve got me a little curious.”

“Hm? About what?”

“Well… you said you’ve thought about it…”

Eddie grunted low in his throat, a guilty, guttural sound.

“Uh-huh,” you said, snickering. “So… how was I?”

“You were, uhh…” He ground his jaw in thought for a minute, then closed his eyes and said with a deeply satisfied sigh, “Sensational.”

That sent you over the edge! You fell over, chortling hysterically until your stomach started cramping and you just couldn’t take it anymore. While drying your eyes, you said, “Sensational, huh? Well, there’s a bar I’ll never reach.”

“Yeah, I’m not too worried,” Eddie said.

The conviction in his voice threw your heart into a panic. You turned away, pressed your burning face into the cool pages of Eddie’s comic book, and pretended to go back to reading. That’s when you felt the bed dip as Eddie stretched out beside you, lying on his stomach with his elbows supporting him.

“So you’ve been snooping, huh?” He gestured toward the comic with his chin. “What’d you find that’s so interesting?”

“Creepshow.” You turned to the next page. “Hey, why do you have this, anyway? I thought you didn’t like horror.”

“Yeah, well… apparently, I’m Halloween-themed.”

Your breath hitched in mid-sentence. You lifted your eyes off the page and met Eddie’s affectionate stare.

“I still don’t get what that means, by the way.”

“Yeah, neither do I,” you said, and let out a quiet laugh. “I thought I knew when I said it, but now that I think about it, it doesn’t really make that much sense, does it?”

You gave Eddie small smile and went back to reading. He lay next to you for a bit longer, observing the subtle changes in your focused expression. Then he suddenly got up and started rummaging through his desk drawers again. The familiar slamming sound made you giggle.

“Okay, the condom fairy doesn’t exist, Munson. No matter how many times you open that drawer, a box of condoms won’t magically appear.”

“Oh, I’ve already given up on that dream,” Eddie said. He crossed the room, dropped to his knees, and started digging through all the junk under his bed.

Now you were getting a little curious yourself. You climbed to your knees, put your hands on the edge of the mattress, and peered down at him.

“I’m not interested in your porn collection, either.”

Eddie popped his head up and smiled at you. “This isn’t where I keep my porn,” he said, and tossed you a flirty little wink. Then he went back under the bed and—“Holy shit!”—dragged out a black three-ring binder.

Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw it. “Wait, is that…?”

You gasped excitedly and made a “gimme” motion with your hands. When Eddie couldn’t meet your demands fast enough, you snatched the binder off the floor and sat down with it in the middle of the bed. He didn’t seem to mind.

“Fuck, man,” Eddie said while scratching the back of his head, “I haven’t seen that thing in years.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” you said, and swept some of the dust off the cover.

The binder looked exactly the same as you remembered, right down to the black-and-white Black Sabbath sticker with the giant rip in the corner. You opened it up and started flipping through it like it was a fully illustrated, limited-edition novel from your favorite fantasy author. It had everything: character sheets, ability guides, spell lists, equipment and inventory tables, maps, drawings, detailed notes from every session, and all these little extra reference pages to help describe his character’s attacks, actions, and movements, because Eddie wanted to sound so cool during combat. You couldn’t stop smiling as you went through it. It was like a little time capsule.

“It’s so weird,” Eddie said in a quiet, captivated voice.

You looked up and saw him sitting directly across from you, staring not at the binder but at you.

“What’s weird?” you asked.

“I dunno, it’s just… sometimes when I look at you, I get these little flashes of back then. It’s kinda freaky, actually, like déjà vu or something.” Eddie’s face flushed a light pink, seeming to catch him by surprise. He immediately shook the thought away. “Uhh, sorry. Go ahead and keep snooping.”

Your eyes lingered on him for a moment longer, then went back to the page. You turned to the next section and said, “Oh my god, here it is! The Shrieking Queen’s Catacombs, Scottie’s infamous campaign. How many pages are there of you just complaining about me, Munson? Let’s count, shall we? Uhh, one, two, three…”

You flipped to the next page and a loose paper slid out.

“What’s this?” you said, and casually looked it over. “Well, this looks like a very poorly rendered dungeon map.” Laughing, you examined it closer. “The Labyrinth of Neverending Nightmares. Ohhhh, how spooky… Wait, this doesn’t look like one of Scottie’s, though. No, his are like ten levels deep and full of all these annoying traps that someone always gets caught in, and by ‘someone’ I mean you, Munson. Then I have to get you out because for some reason you can’t roll higher than a fucking two…”

You giggled at the memory, then showed Eddie the paper and said, “Okay, I give up. What is this?”

“It’s mine,” Eddie said with a modest smile, making your face fall in astonishment. “Yeah, that’s my dungeon. Or at least one of them, anyway. I thought I chose one of the better-drawn maps, but obviously not…”

Your eyes were wide as you listened to him. When you finally blinked, they became wet and blurry.

“Wait, what? You wrote a campaign? How come you never told me?”

“I was working up to it,” Eddie said. “I had it in my backpack for like two weeks ‘cause I kept chickening out. And by the time I finally gathered up enough courage to do it, well…”

“I killed you.”

“Yeah…”

The words echoed in your mind like a curse. You buried your face in your hands and cried out in anguish: “Oh my god, I’m a monster!”

“Well, you’re a really pretty monster,” Eddie said with a light-hearted chuckle, but you didn’t laugh like he thought you would. Instead, you sat hunched over with your hands covering your face, sniffling back tears. He reached for you and gave your shoulder a shake. “Hey, come on, don’t cry. Please, don’t cry. I’ve already seen you cry way too much tonight, and I really don’t like it.”

He leaned over and brought his lips close to your ear.

“Hey,” he said softly, “it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“It matters to me,” you said, and raised your chin to look at him. The compassion in his eyes almost made you burst into tears again. You didn’t deserve it. “Four years, Eddie. That’s a really long time. I can’t help but think of all the things we missed out on, and now…”

Now they were all piling onto your chest like bricks. The weight of it was enough to crush you. You lowered your head and felt your eyes well up with guilt and grief.

“But we didn’t miss out on anything.” Eddie gently took your face into his hands, dried your tears with his thumbs. “We’re still gonna do everything. I’m gonna take you on a date, a real date ‘cause I don’t think this one technically counts. And I’m gonna meet your parents, which I’m already kinda dreading, if I’m being totally honest. And we’re gonna, y’know, cut class and go make out in my van. That’ll be really fun. Yeah, I’m actually really looking forward to that one. And then, uhh, let’s see… we’re gonna have our first fight in like three weeks, so I better start preparing for that now ‘cause I just know you’re gonna fight dirty. Yeah, you’re definitely gonna hit me below the belt a couple times. But that’s okay ‘cause the make-up sex will be fantastic—y’know, once we actually have condoms. I’ll buy some tomorrow. A big box.”

You snorted under your breath. “I think a regular box is fine.”

“No, just… trust me,” Eddie said. “We need a big box.”

You blinked at him for a second, dumbstruck and speechless, your cheeks all aflame. Then your head slipped out of his hands as your whole body collapsed into giggles.

With a shadow of a smirk, Eddie said, “You think I’m joking right now, but I’m not. I’m buying the biggest box they have.”

“Please, stop,” you said, barely able to breathe.

“I’m just saying, I’m gonna be fully prepared next time… assuming there is a next time, anyway.”

You lifted your head and smiled at him, your face glowing in the aftermath of your laughter. “There will definitely be a next time,” you said. Then you placed a feather-light kiss on his lips, drew back, and he pulled you in for another, deeper kiss, his hand coming up to cradle your jaw.

“So, is it scary?” you asked afterwards.

“Is what scary?”

“The campaign you wrote, is it really scary?”

“I made it extra scary just for you.”

“Wow,” you said with an awestruck grin, “an extra scary campaign just for me? Well, now we have to play it… Can we?”

In a tender voice, Eddie said, “You’re the only one I’d ever play it with,” and you felt your eyes tear up again.

Choking them back, you returned your attention to the binder and discovered something that made your heart swell with indescribable joy.

“Hey… this looks familiar.”

It was the character sheet you had made for him. He had kept it, after all.

“I tried to fix it,” Eddie said while you carefully brushed your fingers over the softened wrinkles in the paper. There was a giant iron burn in the middle.

“How hot was the iron?” you asked.

“Oh, it was scorching,” Eddie said. “Yeah, it’s a miracle I didn’t burn the house down.”

Your laughter rang together effortlessly. For a second, it was like you two were back in middle school, giggling and goofing off in Scottie’s basement while everyone else stared at you and wondered what was so damn funny. It was a surreal feeling, being together like this again. In fact, it felt a little like

Déjà vu… Yeah, that is weird.

You touched the burn mark gently. “I thought you threw this away.”

Eddie furrowed his brow and shook his head, as if the thought had never even occurred to him.

Then, after a brief period of silence, he said, “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

“Do you still have your journal?”

The question brought a smile to your face. “You know I do.”

Eddie nodded and put his hand over his mouth, concealing an ever-growing smile of his own. With his lips pressed against his knuckles, he said, “Okay, so… how many pages was I really in? I’ve always been curious.”

You went quiet for a minute, trying to count the pages, but you soon realized it was pointless. Even if you counted them a thousand times, the answer would always be the same.

“Not nearly enough,” you said, and Eddie’s eyes lit up with amazement.

“That’s… a really good answer,” he said, surrendering an embarrassed laugh. “Shit, okay… yeah, I think I need a second to recover from that one.”

He turned away and tried to regain his composure while you sat and watched, resisting the urge to tease him. Outside, a car was pulling up in front of the house across the road, its headlights flashing through the cracks in Eddie’s blinds. The sound of the engine made you both pause and reflect.

“I should probably take you home,” Eddie said.

“Yeah,” you said, “but then again, it is very late.”

“It is very late…”

“And you’re probably tired…”

“I am really tired…”

“Plus, you’ve been drinking…”

“You’re right, I have been drinking… So have you.”

“Mhm,” you said, and felt your heart quicken with a surge of anxiety and excitement. “So, for both our sakes, I think the safest thing would be for me to just stay here tonight.”

You hid your eyes as these words left your lips, worried you might’ve overstepped and crossed some invisible line, but then you heard Eddie let out a quiet, contented sigh and you felt silly for worrying at all.

“Okay,” he said, smiling to himself.

He went to his closet, pulled out two shirts and presented them to you. “All right, pick one: Slayer or Megadeth. Choose wisely ‘cause this decision could very well determine the future of our relationship.”

You pressed your lips together and thought hard about it for a while.

“Megadeth.”

"Good choice," Eddie said, and tossed it to you.

Thanks for reading! I was a little sleep-deprived while I was proofreading this, so if there are any typos, I'll catch them on my next re-read. Also, if you're wondering what'll happen when Wayne comes home from work in the morning, well... there's an upcoming bonus scene for that 😉

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wanda-chaos-witch · 3 years ago

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Wanda walked into the apartment and flung her purse onto a chair. Slamming the door behind her.

“Aggie, I’m home.” She shouted into the seemingly empty apartment.

“I was thinking of cooking chicken Paprikash for supper tonight?”

She locks the door.

“Hello? You know you can’t scare me Draga…”

@wickedwitchofwest-view

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arcadeking0fpwn · 3 years ago

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Arcade: “Welcome, Ms. Maximoff, to Murderworld! I’m sure you’re feeling a little confused, so let me bring you up to speed! Miss Locke and I have been hired to kill you, but we believe in giving our contracts a sporting chance, so we brought you to our little funhouse! You see, while you were enjoying your book, we filled your cabin up with sleeping gas. You’ve been out cold for quite a while now, but once you’re fully awake, we can begin the festivities! I’ve never had a witch as a contract before, so this ought to be fun! Agatha Harness sends her regards.” @wanda-chaos-witch @wickedwitchofwest-view

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amazing-jubilee · 4 years ago

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[hello! This is my Jubilee blog I’m just going to leave my rules here! 1. No explicitly sexual NSFW stuff! kissing, hugging and cuddles are okay though. And I am fine with Whump and Gore and whatnot! Just be sure to tag appropriately! 2. If you would like to RP do so! I’m usually open and bored. All you have to do is send me an ask or make a starter. If you want a big storyline please DM me so we can plan it out! 3. I Love constructive criticism! So if you have any ideas or inputs on how I could improve on my character or how I write feel free to say something! The only thing I ask is for you to not be hateful and scornful. And that’s it! Thanks for reading my rules!!] [I also run a few other role play blogs as well!: @the-better-hunter @wickedwitchofwest-view @mistress-of-metal ] [My main blog is @crystalsgalaxy ]

Header is not mine!

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eddie-munsons-blog · 2 years ago

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if? baby i thought you knew me better than that, of course I wanna fuck you

Well then...

#🎸asks🦇#🔞.nsfw #wickedwitchofwest #eddie munson roleplay #eddie munson rp #stranger things roleplay #eddie munson

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crystalsgalaxy · 4 years ago

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Hi there! I figured I would make a what’s it called- a master list? Of my role play blogs!!

I mostly role play marvel (mostly xmen), but I also have a supernatural role play account where my muse is Sam! So that’s fun.

Marvel

Muse: Jubilee ( @amazing-jubilee )

Muse: Agatha ( @wickedwitchofwest-view )

Muse: Lorna Dane ( @mistress-of-metal )

Supernatural

Muse: Sam Winchester ( @the-better-hunter )

#wandavision #supernatural fandom #jubilee #xmen #xmen rp #agatha harkness #polaris #sam winchester

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the-better-hunter · 4 years ago

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[hello! This is my Sam Winchester blog I’m just going to leave my rules here!

1. No NSFW stuff! kissing, hugging and cuddles are okay though.

2. If you would like to RP do so! I’m usually open and bored. All you have to do is send me an ask or make a starter. If you want a big storyline please DM me so we can plan it out!

3. I Love constructive criticism! So if you have any ideas or inputs on how I could improve on my character or how I write feel free to say something! The only thing I ask is for you to not be hateful and scornful.

And that’s it! Thanks for reading my rules!!]

[I also run a few other role play blogs as well!: @amazing-jubilee @wickedwitchofwest-view @mistress-of-metal ]

[My main blog is @crystalsgalaxy ]

[ALSO please check out @ceo-of-annoying-cosmic-entities they play a great Cas! And my amazing brother @ddriverpicksthemusic and @girlshunttoo ]

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lokis-army-77 · 2 years ago

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Satiate Me

Incubus!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 3998

The enticing and captivating singer of your friend's favorite band isn't what he seems to be.

Warning: 18+, Oral sex (f receiving), P in V, unprotected sex, fingering, blood, biting, spit swallowing, squirting, multiple orgasms, manhandling, rough sex

The lyrics for the songs Eddie sings are from Breaking Benjamin's "Topless" and "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails, which I took the liberty of making the last line what it is for story purposes only.

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The club was crowded. Hot, sticky bodies were pressing up against one another in the darkness. Music played loudly from the speakers, some kind of dancing song I wasn't familiar with.

I could feel hands grabbing at me as I tried to wade through the bodies grinding against one another. Brushing them off I kept on, trying to find my friends. I had lost them almost as soon as we had stepped foot into the overcrowded, dingy place.

If it had been up to me. I wouldn't have picked such a questionable place to hang out, but it was Jess' turn to pick and her favorite underground metal band was playing here tonight so how could I have refused her? Even if I was coerced into wearing this skin-tight dress that left me feeling exposed.

The flashing strobe lights were disorienting. People's faces looked normal one second and practically horrific years next when the lights shone brightly on them. It made it almost impossible to recognize anyone.

The band would be starting any minute and knowing Jess would try to be front and center, I pushed and shoved my way to the stage. I still couldn't make out any of the faces of the people standing there so I waited, hands braced against the stage to keep me from being swept back up into the crowd.

The stage was almost pitch black. It was hard to see any of the instruments or if there were even people preparing to play.

Then with a rather startling flash of light and the shrill of a guitar, a spotlight had been turned on, and standing there, baiting in the harsh glow, was probably the most attractive man I had ever been fortunate to lay eyes upon.

The first thing I noticed was the fact that he had on no shirt. The spotlight almost reflected off his pale skin only being interrupted by the patches of tattoos scattered over his slim torso. My eyes followed one piece in particular, a fierce dragon whose neck and wings wrapped around the man's hip, and the tail disappeared well below the waistband of his tight leather pants. Or were they latex? All I knew was that they were tight and left almost nothing to the imagination.

Accompanying the tail was a trail of dark hair going from his navel down. I swallowed thickly wondering what could be below those very low-rise pants.

The thing which pulled me from my naughty daydreaming was the husky sound of his voice. It sounded like pure sex and I was sure it was making me feel some type of way. Flicking my eyes up to his face my knees almost buckled at the sight. Wild brown hair surrounded his head and his face, God his face, looked like it had been carved by Michael Angelo himself. This man rivaled the statue of David and if I were to be the judge, he would be the winner.

"Good evening ladies." The piercing cry of women's voices rang put through the room as he greeted us. I even found myself screaming as he peered into the now calmer crowd.

"Good evening gents." And just like the women, the men erupted as he spoke. It was like he had some kind of power over everyone in the room.

Then, he spoke again, mouth pressing up against the mic, muffins his speech yet making my ears strain to listen. "We're Corroded Coffin and we're here to give you a good time."

The lights on the stage flashed red, illuminating the three other band members standing behind the singer.

"What'd ya say, boys? Wanna give these nice folks a show to die for?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at his bandmates.

The drummer called out from behind his kit, "Hell yeah, Eddie!"

With that, the music started. It was loud. Louder than the music was when I had first walked in. Then it calmed down and the singer's voice, Eddie’s voice, came through. Sultry and captivating, it was like I was stuck in a trance

Fruit on the vine

You've got yours

I've got mine

Something in the way he was singing had my body moving.

Meat on your bones

They won't know

I swayed on my feet, body writing in the hot air as I let his voice wash over me.

I love your face

Just get away

I couldn't remember why I was here anymore, my friends a thousand miles away from my thoughts right now.

I'm on my knees

Fuck you, fuck me

I couldn't take my eyes off him. He had me trapped under a spell and I sure as hell didn't want to escape from it.

The show he puts on with his body as he sings makes my stomach flutter. The veins in his forearms protruding from his skin have me squeezing my thighs together. He was like a drug and watching him was only giving me the tiniest taste. I needed more. I need him.

The song ends and they go straight into another one. A faster pace than before. The room kicked up, and people began dancing harder but I stilled.

The singer's dark eyes were on me, practically boring into my soul. I felt naked under his stare like he could see everything inside and out.

He kept staring as he started to sing the words to the new song and even though it was raunchy and sexy and something I would never do, the words seemed to speak to me. They planted ideas in my head.

Thoughts of what he may sound like in bed filled my mind. How he'd feel pressed up against me. Whether he got as sweaty having sex as he did only performing two songs in the heat of a club. The thoughts themselves were enough to have wetness pooling between my legs.

As Eddie sang I could feel the heat of my body rising, my blood was boiling and flooding over. God, I ducking needed him and it hurt to be just a few feet away from him unable to touch him. And like he could read my mind, he began strutting his way to the side of the stage I was standing.

I watched, memorized, as he dropped to his knees his hand caressing down his body. He never lost eye contact as he practically crawled to the edge of the stage and took one of my hands in his. I almost couldn’t breathe as he sang the last words of the song.

I wanna fuck you like an animal

It was like he was speaking directly to me. As the music faded away, whether it was because the band had stopped playing or because I was genuinely too distracted by the hot man moving closer to me to even hear it, I began to move closer to him.

His hand slowly slid up my arm and came to a rest on my neck before he pulled me into him. Our lips pressed together in an instant and he swallowed the gasp I let out. He kissed me like he was hungry like he would devour me whole and I wanted it. I pushed into him taking what I wanted but then he pulled away and I could have sworn that in the dim light, those dark eyes of his had flashed red before returning to normal. I paid it no mind though, as I was too enamored with him being right in front of me.

He leaned in close to my ear, his lips soft on the skin there. “Meet me after the show.”

Words had escaped me and my brain stopped working. It took all the willpower I had just to nod a simple yes to him. He stood back up with a smirk and went into the next song, another sexy melody.

A handful of songs later, the exact number I have no clue they all started to blend together after he had kissed me, I was still standing in front of the stage. The crowd had dissipated, my friends still missing, and the music was quieter, at least from what it had been when the band was playing. I was supposed to meet Eddie after the show was over, but where, I had no idea. Staying put seemed like the best option and I was proved right when out of the corner of my eye I saw movement.

There in the shadows was Eddie, watching me like a lion watches its prey. Butterflies erupted in my stomach when I turned to him. He beckoned me to him with a finger, a smug look plastered over his face.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here.” He greeted, eyes roaming up and down my body as I slowly came to him. “You look good enough to eat.” He licked his lips.

Before I could even think, the words were spilling from my mouth, “Yeah? Then why don’t you come have a taste?”

“Bold aren’t we?” He laughed, hands finally grasping me and pulling me into his side. “Lucky for you, I plan on it.”

The walk out of the club and to the tour bus was quick and full of chaste touches. Eddie’s fingers wandered over the contours of my body, covered by my dress. I couldn't help the small moans which passed my lips when he would squeeze tightly at my ass.

It was quiet on the bus and the lights were. If I were less worried about getting dicked down I might have questioned where the rest of the band was, but that was far from my mind.

Eddie pulled me to the very back with him. I couldn’t see where we were going in the darkness but I knew we had arrived when Eddie’s strong hands pushed me down onto what I could only assume was a mattress. The sheets under my fingers were soft and the smell which wafted off of them when I laid my head down smelt intoxicating.

I waited for him to follow, yet he did not. I could hear his footsteps retreating only for them to come back seconds later followed by the closing of the door. The overhead light flashed on and Eddie was lit up in front of me. His eyes were dark, filled with lust and an urgent need, and like earlier during the concert, they seemed to flash red again. I paid it no mind once more, as well as the strange shadow he cast on the door behind him. It changed within a split second, the pointed horns, the spayed tail, and the bat-like wings morphed into the shadow of a regular man.

Shaking my head at the weird sight, I reached out for him. I needed him to touch me or else I might explode. He followed my cue and climbed on top of me, his knees on either side of my legs, his hands holding him above my head. He stared into my eyes for what seemed like forever before he surged downward and took my lips in his.

His hand grasped at my chin, fingers digging slightly into my cheeks, forcing me to open my mouth. He licked his tongue against mine before sucking it into his mouth. It was a strange feeling, one I had never experienced, and a little weird, but I didn’t care. I moaned out and writhed under him, my hands roaming the bare skiing of his chest and back.

Pulling away slightly, I looked up at him. “Please, touch me,” I whined, desperate to have his hands all over me.

He grinned and leaned back down to kiss me but he didn’t stay at my mouth. He crawled down my body and let his hands drag over my dress before coming to the hem and pushing it up. The silky fabric was smooth against my skin and in the wake of his fingers, goose bumps began to appear.

Eddie helped me sit up so he could pull the dress over my head and throw it to the other side of the room. His eyes widened at the sight of my breasts, nipples perked up as a result of the rush of cool air hitting them. Strong hands push me back down as lips begin to devour me.

The kisses started at my neck and slowly went down my body. Over my breasts and stomach to the waistband of my panties. Eddie took the fabric between his teeth, catching my skin as he bid down lightly, then he pulled on them. I watched in awe as he took them off with his mouth.

Taking my soaked panties from his mouth, he tossed them somewhere. His focus locked in on the center of my legs. Calloused fingers slid from foot to knee to thigh, massaging into the meat before they pried my legs apart. I could hear the loud intake of breath he took when his eyes spotted how wet I was, practically dripping down onto the bed.

"Fuck, sweetheart." He groaned out, tongue coming out to wet his lips. "Got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

I couldn't help but whimper. His words sent a flash of heat through me. "Please, need your mouth on me," I begged him.

Carefully, he held my legs apart and slowly descended onto my awaiting cunt. The first tentative touch of his mouth upon my sensitive clit had my hips bucking into him.

He forced my hips down with strong hands and continued to suck. The vibrations from the moans he was making pulled sigh after pleasant sigh from my lips. I felt like I was in heaven under him.

"More." The word came out soft and winded but he gave me what I wanted eagerly. His fingers are held tight on the plush of my hips, there are sure to be bruises there when we are done. He moved down over my pussy, lapping his tongue at my quivering hole. The pleasure he had already given me created more wetness.

I clenched around nothing, desperate for something, anything to be inside me. With a hum from him and a sharp gasp from me, Eddie pushed his hot muscle into me, licking at my walls.

Fingers reached out suddenly for his head of brown curls involuntarily. "Oh fuck… oh fuck Eddie." I pulled on the hand full of hair and he groaned loudly into my pussy.

His eyes slit up to me and he pulled away only a fraction of an inch to speak, "That's it, Princess, pull my fucking hair," then he was right back to it.

The grip I had on his hair was like a vice as I used it to grind onto his face. Eddie joined his mouth with a hand, shaping his tongue out for long, dexterous fingers. They were thick, stretching me out further than two of my own ever could. His went back to sucking on and flicking my clit all the while curling his fingers up into the spongy wall of my cunt.

He was building me up up up and I could feel the pressure in my lower abdomen growing and growing. I was getting closer and closer to orgasm and something in me whispered that this wouldn't be the last, it was only the first of many.

The soft moans I let out only urged him to stroke his fingers faster. The wet, sloppy sounds aided all the other factors which had me as horny as could be.

"Gonna.. ah.. gonna cum." I breathed and within seconds I was coming undone around Eddie’s fingers.

He didn't stop. Fingers moving at a blistering pace. He removed his mouth from my clit only to replace it with his other hand, rubbing harsh back-and-forth strokes over the swollen bud.

"Oh, oh, oh." I sounded like a broken record as my whole body tensed and I came for a second time in only a few seconds.

"That's it. Give it all to me." Eddie cooed, eyes racking over my body as he grinned an almost sinister smile.

Suddenly his hands left me, leaving me to crash back down to earth from a shattering high. My body was limp but I still wanted more. Thankfully I didn't have to voice my want as Eddie sucked dark marks up my legs and torso and to my neck before a hand reached down to undo the fasten on his pants.

Impatiently I waited, legs spreading wider of their own accord to accommodate him between them, chest pushing out so that he might choose to devour a breast, his hot tongue swirling around my nipple.

My body reacted to him in a way it had never reacted to anyone else. It was like everywhere he touched was on fire like the nerves in my skin were raw and out in the open.

I couldn’t see his cock as it was revealed from the confines of those tight pants, but I could feel the intense heat that radiated from it. It felt huge. Probably the biggest I had ever taken or will ever take, because honestly how was I going to go back to your average Tom, Dick, and Harry? I wasn't, this singer from my friend's favorite band was going to and already had ruined me for anyone else. I craved him deep within my soul and that craving was not going to go away.

Eddie snapped me out of the haze of my thoughts with a simple slap to my cheek. It wasn’t hard, just enough to sting and I moaned when it happened, low and animalistic. I didn't even know I was to that.

"You with me princess? Hum? You ready for my cock?" The way he said it sounded like he was talking down to me, yet it had butterflies erupting in my stomach.

"Yes. So fucking ready for your cock. Need it so bad. Please need you to fuck me hard."

"Mmm. Such a dirty little girl you are." Eddie hummed into my ear. I could feel the head pressing into the wetness around my pussy. He lazily dragged himself through my folds, teasing.

My breath caught in my throat when he hit my clit, concentrated there for a few extra seconds. "Please please please please please please," I begged. I'd never been so desperate for something in my life. "I'll do whatever you want just fuck me."

These must have been the magic words because within seconds he was pushing his fat cock into my cunt.

He let out a whimper, a fucking whimper, and it had me surging upward, connecting our mouths again. This kiss was ever needier than the rest, overflowing with desire and want. It was all gnashing teeth and less lip and tongue. I gripped his hair again a the base of his scalp, tugging it hard, earning me plenty of sharp thrusts. My other hand clawed at his back.

I could feel the flex of his muscles under my fingernails as they dragged across the skin. Bright red marks were left in their wake. If he was going to mark me, then I was going to mark him as well.

Eddie set a brutal pace with his thrusts, the head of his cock nudged harshly into me before slipping almost all the way out and plummeting back into my depths.

Throwing my head back, hair tossed on the sheets, I moaned. Deep and guttural and raw. I felt this pleasure in my bones. My legs latched around Eddie's waist and my toes splayed as the quick and enviable high crashed through me for a third time.

Still, he did not stop. Fucking me through the pleasure, chasing his own. His thrusts became harder, faster, unexplainably more. It was like my own ecstasy was feeding him. Egging him on, giving him more energy to ruin me.

Tears were welling up in my eyes as he fucked into me ruthlessly. The only noise I could make were tiny, sharp gasps. My body felt like it was from a different plane of existence, only being tethered down on Earth by Eddie hovering above me, his skin pressed up against mine.

Eddie moved his hand from the bed to my face, prying his fingers into the hollows of my cheeks as he had before, causing me to open my mouth wide. Then, with no warning, he spit into my mouth. “Fucking swallow.”

I snapped my lips closed and swallowed every drop, moaning at the taste of him.

“Such a good girl.” He hummed, pushing his thumb past my lips. I whimpered when he used it to press down onto my tongue.

All the while, he hadn’t slowed the rushed-paced assault on my cunt. My body was clammy with sweat as another orgasm began to build. With my back arching off the bed, I came, gagging on his thumb.

Eddie pulled out of my aching cunt, leaving me crying at the loss of his fullness. He grabbed at my body, manhandling me onto my front. Strong hands maneuver my ass into the air and push my head and chest into the sheets. In an instant, he was pushing back into my soaking-wet heat.

It was a new feeling, taking him like this. His cock hit deeper than I thought it possibly could. His hands grabbed at the fat of my ass, using the leverage it gave to push and pull me on and off his cock in rhythm with his thrusts. My mouth was hanging open, drool spilling out into a small puddle.

His grunts filled the air accompanied by the chorus of my whimpers and the percussion of skin slapping against skin.

A scream caught in my throat when Eddie reached around my body and began rubbing quick circles on my clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Eddie, please, gonna cum. Gonna cum so hard!”

I was only answered by more primal grunts from behind. Hips snapping into mine harder, fingers rubbing then slapping the sensitive nerves between my legs. It was all too much. The burn in my lower abdomen was getting hotter and hotter and the need for release was enough to have real tears falling from my eyes as my body began to spasm and writhe in pleasure. Then I was cumming and the dam released. Screaming Eddies name as I squirted all over my legs and him and his bed.

Eddie’s hand leaves my clit and grabs at my throat, pulling me up flush against him. His fingers tightened slightly, enough to make the haze of my mind grow. I could feel his hips sputtering, he was close.

His hair tickled as he leaned his head down, mouth sucking on the junction between my neck and shoulder. His hips fucked desperately into me, the steady rhythm from before disappearing. Out of nowhere a sharp pain permeated from where his mouth is throughout my body. From the corner of my eye, I can see blood dripping down my chest. Worry flashed in my head only to quickly be replaced with pleasure as I came once more. Cunt pulsing around Eddie’s cock as he came, pumping me full of cum.

My body was weak, limbs shakey from the strain they had endured as well as the major deplete in energy after cumming a hand full of times, with barely any rest in between. Eddie laid me down gently, mouth cleaning up the blood on my shoulder then kissing and biting his way down my back.

He pulled out and stepped back off the bed. I could feel his eyes staring at me, even if my own were closed.

“That was amazing,” I whispered, barely able to form the short sentence. “Thank you.”

Eddie chuckled. “Don’t thank me yet. I’m not done with you.” His fingers raked up my bare legs, making me shiver. “My appetite isn’t sated.”

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