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How it feels to read a really good fic and find the author has dozens more like it
Oddly specific. Got a deposit for 6,837 today
fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
i think they should make it illegal for anxiety
y'all are misunderstanding this, dw, it's not illegal to have anxiety, it's illegal for the anxiety to bother you, they'd arrest the anxiety
Imagine rough sex with eds and you guys just break the bed and you have to tell wayne
✶ ┄ BROKEN BEDS !
summary: you and eddie break his bed. the worst part is having to tell wayne. pairing: eddie munson / f!reader warning: smut! eddie being the cutest human alive! a wild appearance from uncle wayne! 18+ mdni! a/n: i need everyone to know that when i wrote this draft, i titled it "breaking bed" and it made me chuckle a lil. anyway, thanks for your request anon! enjoy xoxo
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Imagine this scenario that has happened to me, though jm changing some dialogue, but imagine its Eddie cause (
You're st a party. You and Eddie have flirted multiple times before but you haven't ever done anything except a kiss once before. You've definitely drunk too much. You aren't black out not remembering, but you are well past tipsy. Some dude is chatting you up with his hands on your hips and you keep trying to move away. "She said back off so back the fuck up before I make you" you turn and there's Eddie. Angry, chivalrous Eddie. The dude leaves, not that you even noticed, as you've turned with a smile to speak to Eddie. You trip forward slightly and he catches you, frowning slightly. This makes you frown," why are you sad dont be sad Eddie" he blinks a few times settling one arm around your waist as he leads you down the hall," not sad sweets..just concerned. How much did you drink?" You hum as you think. "3 shots and then...idk whatever is in the punch?" You shrug and lean into him before realizing he's led you to the bathroom. He sighs and shuts the door,"babe I've never seen you this drunk..." you shrug snd say," ill just throw it up and ill be fine." Eddie turns you towards the toilet and tells you to do it.
You pout and cross your arms, scrunched your nose," no I hate that why would I do that." He throws his hands up,"you just sai-" "that's gross no" you both ramble at each other for a few minutes as you kneel on the ground and look at the toilet. You pause for a moment but don't feel nauseous so you shrug, "nope think I'm good". "Y/n for the love of..." he sighs and holds his hands in a prayer pose as he looks to the sky for strength," if you don't throw up right now I will make you, you've drank too much and I dont really want to see you die of alcohol poisoning" "awh you do care".
You both stare in each other's eyes before he mumbles fuck it and grabs your jaw. With one hand he opens your mouth, and the other he puts two fingers in to the back of your throat. Now, Eddie was expecting you to gag and immediately withdraw his hand, however you didn't react which caused him to pause. He gulped and look down at you, fingers deep in your throat, as you blinked up st him before slowly moving your tongue across his fingers and sucking on them. This went on for what felt like hours to him as his brain had stopped firing, but really it was only a few seconds. As soon as his brain was working again, he removed his hand and stood straight up. Of course, at this point his dick had hardened, and dammit it was direct eye level with you kneeling on the ground looking up st him with those eyes half lidded. He looked to the sky in a prayer. You hum and kissed his hard on, which he jumped away immediately. "Sorry, did you not want that?" You apolgize frowning. "Fuck princess, of course I want that but fuck. You're drunk! We can't. You can't consent. God you look like a wet dream right now...but we can't not like this..." he lightly strokes your hair and rests his hand on the top of your head. "Hmm...but tomorrow we can?" He swallows and nods "yes yup absolutely"
You smile up at him and slowly stand, making eye contact all the way up. When you are at full height you lean in and whisper "okay, tomorrow you better put whats bigger than your fingers down my throat " he moans as you walk away.
And yes, tomorrow he does indeed do that
You ask Eddie to teach you how to play d&d.
He lets you sit in on hellfire and explains everything much to the groups annoyance but Eddie just sweetly reminds them "you were begginers at one point" :)))
Once you're confident enough you join the campaign, only your idea of playing is very different to the others.
"You lean against the wall and crash through it - accidently stumbling into a secret lair. You take a few hesitant steps and freeze when you hear a low hissing noise and suddenly a goblin lunges at you - snarling and brandishing a small rusted knife"
"Kill it!"
"Attack the goblin!"
You hum, frowning.
"I ask the goblin it's name"
Everyone but Eddie groans.
"Gary, it hisses out" Eddie giggles out in a low voice, "Gary hands you an apple"
"Aw thanks Gary!" Genuine delight in your voice.
"You should kill it!" Someone moans, you frown again.
"Why would i kill Gary? He's given me an apple!"
By the end of the campaign, you've amassed a small army of all sorts of creatures that follow you loyally. It comes in handy when your group is facing down The Boss - a illithilich.
"Gary leaps in front of the psionic blast that would have torn you apart"
"NooOOOO GARY!!!!!" You cry.
Your army protects you and your fellow travellers, sacrificing themselves in order to give the group chances to take down the illithilich.
"Bob The Troll starts grunting, waving its thick arms and attracting the attention of the illithilich - giving the group the opening it needs to attack"
"Not Bob!" One of the guys cries, "He was so nice! He let me sit on his shoulders!"
"Do you attack?" Eddie stresses.
"We can't let Bob and Gary and Tim and Fluffy's, and everyone else's deaths be in vain!"
"We attack with the wrath of a thousand burning suns!"
When you've all defeated the boss and slowly pack away, you pout at Eddie.
"Why'd my buddies have to die?"
"It was them or you" He says, patting your shoulder, "They died happy - knowing you lived"
"Boo" You reply, making Eddie laugh.
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Pairing - Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader Summary - When Fred finds Y/n wearing a jumper which isn’t her own (and certainly isn’t his), he can’t help but question who it must belong to. Warnings - Bit of angst, mentions of stress Words - 1.5K
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It was a jumper. It was just a jumper. A bit of material, sewed together by needle and thread with absolutely no deeper meaning than such. At least, that’s how Y/n saw it. Fred, however, saw the Hufflepuff title over the jumper, the smell that still lingered and the initials which were still printed into the label. Just two letters which taunted him: C.D
Fred had made it abundantly clear from the moment the two made their title of couple official, that Y/n was his. His hand seemed very so delicately glued to her, his eyes trained on her (even when she wasn’t looking) and constantly trying to be at her side. This was mostly because of the great feelings he felt for the girl; feelings of which, sometimes, he struggled to comprehend. But there was too a small part of him which did it to ensure no one else got any ideas.
The boy wanted to make it out to be as if there was no point in trying. If he was to ensure that their relationship was shown to be as concrete as it felt, then no one else would try to slip their way between them. And Fred’s plan had been working; it had been working bloody brilliantly. Well, that was before now. Because, as it turns out, the Weasley boy had walked into the library, set to meet Y/n, only to find her sat at a table with friends, dressed in a jumper which wasn’t her own - and certainly wasn’t his.
She was sat there, a book flicked to a page Fred knew she definitely wasn’t reading as she quietly giggled with her friends. Friends of which Fred knew weren’t Quidditch players who he also could assume wouldn’t thus own Quidditch jumpers. So, the question which came to Fred’s head, was simply: Who’s jumper was it?
He had been standing at a halt in the middle of the Libary, so deep in thought he didn’t have it in him to get Y/n’s attention. That was until she caught his sight, smiled, then lost her smile as she noted his discouraged expression.
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can you do something about making out with eddie under the bleachers at a basketball game? like sloppy make out session vibes? thank youuuu
Eddie's using too much tongue. You know he is, there's saliva dripping down your chin and the roof of your mouth is tingling from an accidental swipe, but you don't care. The squelch of your saliva blending in an obscene mixture that makes you dizzy.
You can hear the squeak of kids above you, sneakers scraping on the metal seats that you're huddled under. It's prime makeout session territory, and you've only had to deal with one other couple trying to steal it from you so far.
You hear the roar of the crowd above you but nothing matters more than Eddie's hand, thumb brushing the apple of your cheek while his fingers grip the back of your neck. He's using it to tilt your head backwards, so close to you that you can't breathe without smelling him.
He grunts and groans into the sloppy kiss, lips shining with spit whenever he breaks away only to shift positions and dive back in. You're feeling weak in the knees, though they're bent around his waist, and something below your belly stirs as his other hand squeezes your hip.
The ball, apparently out of bounds, slams against the metal slat just beside your face. Your eyes widen but it's useless to scream, because the sound is lapped up by Eddie who's barely even phased. His eyes snap shut again from where they'd been persuaded open by the loud noise, something aggressive in the way he rearranges you to face him again from where you'd startled.
His nose prods firmly at your skin, smashed there from how forcefully he's pushing himself into you. He kisses messy and he kisses hard, his tongue roving over yours with a hunger you'd only seen before sex.
"Eddie," You gasp in a rare moment of personal space, the second he pulls away to readjust, "We can't- not here."
"No one'll know," He barely bothers to grunt back a reassurance, already tugging your mouth to his. His tongue smooths over your bottom lip with ease, licking eagerly, sensually up into your mouth once more. But you push at his chest, gasping for breath when he pulls away with a raised eyebrow.
"Not here," You repeat, sounding like a broken record. He scoffs, amusement dancing in his eyes as he leans in. His tongue is hot and wet on your face as he licks a strand of saliva from your chin, lips meeting yours once more as he licks his way into your mouth.
"I won't do anything," He promises, although his hand is nearing closer and closer to the hem of your shirt, likely to slip beneath it, "Scout's honor."
"Were you a scout?" You breathe between kisses, intrigue quirking your brow up.
"Nope," He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head so that his messy curls fly around his shoulders. His hand finally snakes beneath your shirt and gives your breast a fond squeeze. He practically swallows your indignant scoff that comes only seconds later, lips already hungrily chasing your own, "That's why I said it."
Uh huh…
Summary - Eddie has a habit of saying "uh huh" while inside you. He always was one for flattery and praise.
Warnings - 18+ MDNI, smut, fluff, all the good stuff, switch!Eddie, penetrative sex, reader taking charge, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart, babe, sweet pea).
Author’s Note - I’ve realised I can only write established relationship smut because I need this dork to say “I love you” at least once. DO NOT REPOST OR EDIT MY WORK
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Eddie always needs to be making some form of sound during sex. It’s more of an impulse rather than a voluntary response. The skin slapping, squelching and cries from you are incredible but he needs to voice how much he’s having his world rocked.
He quickly developed the habit of saying “uh huh” during sex - regardless of setting, position or volume.
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His hips are slamming into you from behind while his hands knead the swell of your ass. Your upper body is slumped onto his bed, face pressed into a lumpy, squishy pillow.
The arch of your body means his cock is hitting your g-spot and you swear you feel your eyes roll back into your skull. He’s just so good. So good to you in every way. A sharp smack stings your ass cheek, followed by a soft massage. The throb of your walls has Eddie huffing out a laugh.
“I felt thaaaat, sweetheart. God, you’re fuckin’ drenched. Uh huh, keep being my gooood girl. ” He teased, continuing to spank and massage you.
“Ed-Eddie, Eddie,” you groaned, it was like his name was the only word you could remember. The squelch from you cunt was getting louder the harder Eddie drove his hips into you. He was panting and grunting curse words above you. Losing himself almost as quickly you lost yourself.
He had gotten so good at telling when you were close. The pulse of puffy walls and your knuckles turning white from gripping his sheets were evidence enough. So, he stopped pounding into you and started grinding his hips in slow, torturous circles.
“You close, babe? Uh huh? Fuuuck,” He sighed, the blissful smile on his face came through in his voice. As always, Eddie soon reached the point of being sweaty and near delirious from how long he was dragging out his release. You’d soaked his cock twice now and he needed it one more time.
“Uh huh, uh huh, yeah, shit,” he rambled, alternating between rough, uneven thrusting and impossibly deep grinds, “uh huh, sweetheart, I wanna cum with you so fuckin’ bad, uh huh,”
Uh huh. Uh huh. That phase and the feeling of you cumming on his swollen cock again was all he knew. His vision blurred as he buried himself as deep as he could in you, spilling into the condom and release a howl of a moan.
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You were riding Eddie while he was in the driver’s seat of his van. Bouncing on his thick cock with an erratic pace. Eddie was helping to stabilise you with his hands digging into the fat of your thighs. Your moans were enthusiastic and giggly, while his were desperate and gorgeous.
“Aw, did my pretty boy dream about this?” You giggled, starting to circle your hips, “Me. Fucking myself on you in the van?” Christ, you were so wet and he felt incredible.
“Uh huh,” Eddie whined, his head slammed back into the headrest. Your cunt was making his cock sticky and so warm, it felt like heaven and he was privileged enough to experience it.
You pressed your mouth to his in a wet, deep kiss. He chased your tongue as it slid into his willing mouth. Your hands knotted into his shaggy hair, thugged and he groaned like a man possessed.
Eddie pulled away from the kiss to press his sweaty forehead to yours. “You feel so fucking good, Eds. So pretty and so big.”
“Uh huh, I’m good, I’m a good boy, uh huh.” Eddie panted, desperate to cum in you and eating up the praise you loved to shower him with. It had become a sec tradition of sorts for him to compliment himself as well as you.
Hearing his sighs of “uh huh” had you ravenous for both your release and his. The slap your cunt meeting his cock was addictive and you started to grind your clit into him.
The bounce. The grind. The beautiful whines, “uh huh, fuck, baby, love you. Uh huh, please cum with me. Please. Please. Make a mess on my dick. Please.” It was all consuming and your cunt greedily sucked on his cock until he came with a wail.
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“Uh huuuuh, you take me so well, sweetheart.” Eddie sighed, sliding his cock into you slowly. He held you so close and moaned onto your lips as he settled inside your warm cunt.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and panted against his wet full lips. The slow stretch of her puffy walls was so intimate and made your heart swell.
“Eds, oh my god,” He shifted and reached even deeper inside you. Both of you relishing in the gushes of your cunt. He didn’t move inside. Eddie buried his face in your neck while you massaged his scalp.
The raw feeling of making love was still quite fresh, but seeing Eddie’s eyes sparkle up at you was unmatched.
“My lady all loved up and happy? Uh huh?” Eddie giggled, a goofy smile on his sweaty face. God, he was just too pretty, it made you want to cry sometimes.
“Mhmm, she’s very happy. How you doing, sweet pea?”
“Sweet pea? That’s new,” He started to move then, the new pet name was really doing it for him. It was sweeter than he felt he deserved but it made him want to show you just how much he loved you. His sweet pea.
The evening continued with laughs, gasps, moans and an outpouring of intimacy that neither of you were used to but welcomed.
Words weren’t needed as Eddie thrust into you slowly, making sure treat you like the treasure you were. Words weren’t needed but that didn’t stop Eddie’s mumbling and groans of “uh huh”. He was a stickler for praise and flattery, after all.
the commonly referenced 'messy bun' eddie puts his hair into isn't actually a bun, it's just a ponytail he didn't pull all the way through
His pretty pretty curls tied back all messy because it’s summer and he’s got to clean out his van
That’s the plot synopsis of this. Also, goofy fluff for fluff's sake
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July in Hawkins was usually a similar temperature to the surface of the sun. Eddie would lovingly grumble about how it “feels like Satan’s moist armpit”; he had such an eloquent way with words.
The summer sun was particularly punishing as it bounced around the trailer park. You were almost tempted to try and cook some eggs for breakfast on the steps of Eddie's trailer - the resulting bacteria would have been a bitch to deal with though.
Eddie always used hot, sticky summer days to clean his van. The body and windows desperately needed to be blasted with a hose. A whole lot of random crap had accumulated in the back of the van - fast food wrappers, busted guitar cables, Corroded Coffin poster samples. The brown shag rug lining the back needed to be vacuumed very, very badly, too.
Eddie wanting to spend time w you but you have sleepy bitch disease so he just does his normal stuff but ur taking a nap on his bed
As someone with the sleepy bitch disease, this is very much MY JAM
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You and Eddie had been together for a little over a year, and in that time, Eddie had become intimately aware of your love for sleep. Sure, he loved lying in until noon as much as the next person, but you took it to another level. The term 'heavy sleeper' was an insult to you, in his opinion.
The peak of your sleeping ability - he had started thinking it was like a superpower of something - came during a stormy night in September. Hailstones, sheets of rain and violent wind battered his trailer for hours into the night. Eddie got maybe an hour or two of sleep that night, but you were essentially dead to the world once you got snuggled into his bed. He had opted to being your pillow that night since you had been pulling him to your chest and making little tired noises that made him melt - not he was going to openly admit that to you, obviously.
the thought of eddie in a ponytail has me in a chokehold so here’s some filth. 18+ mdni
eddie’s hands are on your thighs, thumbs rubbing circles over the soft flesh. you’re on the couch and he’s sitting on the floor in front of you, body slotted between your knees as you pull his unruly hair back into a haphazard ponytail.
it started innocently enough—you wanted to see what he’d look like with his hair up. you knew he’d look cute.
but now you’re imagining him hovering over you like this, only his bangs and a few rogue locks of hair freed from his borrowed hair tie, pupils swallowing his irises whole as he fucks you into the mattress.
Line Cook Eddie part 4 🥞
700+ words of flirty fluff, bad jokes and a musical number. Fem!reader but feel free to switch around the pronouns ☺️
Author's note: Hi friends! I seriously cannot thank you all enough for the love on this series of blurbs. It makes me so happy. I'm going through some stuff in my personal life right now and writing about a lovesick loser (affectionate) is keeping me sane.
Friendly reminder: This blog is 18+ only and minors/blank blogs will be blocked.
Credit to @delishlydelightfuldividers for the honey divider 💖
If you'd like to listen to the song mentioned, here's a link to it on Spotify
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Line cook Eddie part 3!
Hi friends! I was not expecting to write this so soon after part 2, but I'm rolling with it. Hope you enjoy it!! 💖 (the word counter I used says this is 666 words, thought that was cute) Flirty fluff, light sexual innuendo, cursing, sort of a bit of angst but not really. Eddie x fem!reader but feel free to switch the pronouns if you'd like ☺️ I had to include ABBA in this because I am a Mamma Mia! fan first and a human being second.
Credit to @delishlydelightfuldividers for the divider 💕
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4
More line cook Eddie thoughts 🥞
(Thank you all for the love on part 1 💖 It means the world to me that people enjoyed it.)
This flirty fluff is just over 700 words, fem!reader although you could switch it from "his girl" to "his boy" or "his person" if you'd like!
Credit to @delishlydelightfuldividers for the divider (I needed some way to break up my erratic thoughts and I chose this honey one to match the breakfast theme)
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Line cook Eddie on the brain. (Tw: mentions of getting cut)
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soap; fred weasley
@slut4weasleylolz thank u for the req i’m sorry it took so long!!!! <3
summary: after a long day at work, y/n comes home to find a very horny fred eagerly awaiting her return.
warnings: unprotected sex, nudity, praise, begging, shower!sex fem sub!reader dom!fred
she was exhausted. her feet ached as she took each step up the stairwell toward her apartment that she shared with her boyfriend of 3 years, fred weasley.
when she reached the fourth floor, she sighed in relief as she looked over toward the door labelled “14”
she neared the door, slipping her keys out of her pockets and slotting the right key into the lock, twisting it before hearing the click before she opened the door and stepped in.
closing the door behind her, she turned to see fred lying on the couch watching the tv - some silly muggle reality show he had been obsessed with over the last few days.
he turned when he heard the door close, a smile coming onto his face as he stood up off the couch and neared his girlfriend with loving eyes