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Carl shaving while wearing those slutty little glasses, yes please…

In the Name of Science | Jake Sully

Avatar Jake x Avatar Reader + Human Jake x Human Reader Word count | 9.3k Warnings | 18+, explicit smut, gun kink, gun riding, reader gets hella freaky for Jake's gun, fingering, oral, p in v

Summary | You love your job. Science fascinates you. But there’s something about the way Sully drives his Avatar with that goddamned gun in his arms that you can’t get enough of.

It's shameful, really.

How quickly the good little scientist dropped her glasses and turned tail since it all began.

Shameful how easily a couple of roguish grins and low-drawl teases from that stupid ex-marine on wheels had your meticulous research neglected—gathering dust in a messy, heaped state on your desk.

Shameful how frequent the lying became as you started slipping off to your link unit for extra "field trips" in the name of science. Your self-appointed bodyguard trailing closely at your heels as you'd slink deeper into the vibrant canopy of Pandora. The tuft of your tail ghosting past his t-shirt, his hot breath teasing your neck.

Shameful how pitifully his name rolls like a desperate prayer from the trembling tongue of your Avatar right now. Your cargo shorts discarded at your boots as he pins you face-first against the rough bark of an ancient tree—the shockingly cold steel of his machine gun barrel prying your thighs apart from behind.

It turns you on to the high fucking heavens seeing that idiot play soldier in his massive suit of blue skin.

And he knows it.

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The Velvet Halo

Summary: Sure, burlesque wasn’t as popular in the 90s anymore, but they never stopped you from doing something you were passionate about. You traveled between Las Vegas Los Angeles, performing at many high end burlesque club, used to the crowd of business men and socialites — but you were never used to have a group of rockstars in the crowd watching you.

Pairing: Rockstar Eddie Munson & Burlesque Dancer Reader

Tags: Mature Themes, Mutual Pinning, Smut, Sexual Themes, Burlesque Dancing, Tension, Flirting, Pet-Names (Baby & Sweetheart), Dressing Room Sex, Protected Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Praising, Slight Body Worshipping, Oral Sex, Fingering, Finger-Sucking, Doggy-Style, Hair-Pulling, Slight Choking, — Both are consenting adults that know what they want.

Word Count: 8.1k

A/N: The reader is called ‘Lettie’ because her stage name is Scarlet soo Lettie is just a nickname given to her :)

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The first thing you notice about Los Angeles is that it hums with bright, lively energy. Neon signs buzzing above liquor stores and tattoo parlors, leaving Sunset Boulevard glowing in electric pink and poisonous green fluorescents. At the same time, the scent of cigarette smoke, hairspray, and ambition lingers heavily within the air, leaving the city on the verge of something breaking or becoming something.

You pressed your head against the cool taxi window, watching as it passed through the city, palm trees blurring past in streaks of beige and shadows across the asphalt. Back in Las Vegas, the lights are manufactured fantasy, carrying addictive ambition and egotistical pride, but here, everything feels hungry, like people are chasing something that can make or break them.

Just like you are.

The garment bag lies across your lap, holding the burgundy costume, the one that always makes the room go quiet before gasps of appreciation fill the silence. It carries the satin corset, with black lace detailing that traces along the curve like whispered secrets, paired with matching lace garter straps and sheer stockings, and a red feathered fan that’s been deemed your signature item.

You’ve been invited to perform for a week at some burlesque club tucked between an old bar and a tattoo parlor on the Strip. Here in Los Angeles, burlesque clubs were the most popular places. The popular scene was anything involving rock n’ roll or metal music, crowding whatever bar was playing guitar solos loud enough that it felt like lightning strikes rumbling through your skin.

Still, you have your audience. You always do, but you didn’t know that your audience tonight would include a certain rockstar who stared at you like something serenely divine.

The club is smaller than most of the lounges back in Vegas, but it has character with its deep crimson walls, decorated with golden-framed mirrors and round tables lit by low lamps that cast everything in a sinful glow. The stage is circular and intimate, close enough that you can see the exact moment desire flickers behind someone’s eyes.

Backstage smells like powder, perfume, and nerves.

You sit in front of the mirror, bulbs framing your reflection in warm light as you lace yourself into the corset, tugging the strings tighter until your waist cinches and breathing turns shallow in the way that makes your posture appear perfect. You smooth the black lace over your hips, adjusting the stockings and fastening the garters wrapped around your thighs.

When you look in the mirror, you feel transformed, though not in the way that brings exposure or vulnerability, but something that invites the power of being able to command a room without speaking a single demand.

Out in the main room, the crowd is beginning with a lively atmosphere after another venue down the street celebrated some non-local metal band that just went platinum. The entire city has been buzzing about them, magazines filled with their photos, music blasting on nearly every radio in each car that passes by. The DJ mentioned their name earlier when you arrived, while majority of the girls grinned with excitement as they whispered about the band.

But you didn’t catch it, you were too focused on the stage.

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Down the street, the crowded bar is vibrating with the post-celebration adrenaline. Eddie settles into the chair, head tilted back as he laughs loudly at something one of his bandmates said. He looks different from the way he did all those years ago in Hawkins, the curls are longer now, wild and untamed past his shoulders. There are rings on nearly every finger now, and even a sleeve of tattoos peeking out from under the sleeve of his skirt.

The newfound frame sits on him strangely, though it’s not arrogant or obnoxious. Instead, it sits on him like a jacket that he was never meant to put on, but somehow fits anyway.

“C’mon, man.” Gareth insists, clapping him on the shoulder. “We just went platinum. We deserve something better than sticky floors and watered-down beer.”

“I heard there’s this burlesque place a few doors down. Apparently, some new dancer is performing tonight.” Jeff adds on, grinning in amusement as he stares between the two of them.

“A burlesque place?” Eddie questions, raising an eyebrow. “What is this, 1940?”

“Maybe it’s better than a strip club,” Gareth jokes, nudging Eddie playfully, clearly egging on Jeff’s suggestion. “Classier, ya know. Tits with jazz.”

“Dude, you’re an idiot.” Eddie chuckles, shaking his head at their behavior.

But he goes anyway, telling himself that it’s for the guys, for the celebration, and the story that they’ll laugh at later because he doesn't really expect anything worthwhile.

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The house lights dim, and a sultry melody plays through the speakers, something slow and teasing, with a pulsing rhythm beneath. You step onto the stage surrounded in darkness until the spotlight hits, pulling everyone’s attention onto you.

You don’t rush the performance, letting one heel slowly click against the floor as you take your place at the center of the stage. The red satin gleams beneath the lighting, black lace casting delicate shadows against the curve of your skin. You lift your shin, the feathered fan brushing against your thigh as the room forms around you.

Eddie leans back in his chair, one arm lazily slung over the backrest, smirking faintly as if he’s preparing to be anything but impressed, until you start moving, and he realizes this isn’t what he expected.

There’s no desperation in your movements, or any frantic stripping. Every motion is deliberate and controlled, as the feathered fan brushes against your skin, shoulders slowly rolling with the rhythm of the music, back arching subtly enough to draw attention without begging for it, because you aren’t performing for them.

You’re simply gracing them with your presence.

His smirk fades as the music slides deeper, bass thrumming intimately against the speakers. You glide across the stage, heels clicking against the floor with precision as the fan snaps open in a burst of red, hiding half your body. You peek over the top of it, eyes scanning the crowd with a lazy, yet predatory expression.

Your gaze passes over businessmen, tourists, and men who are already leaning forward, practically drooling at the sight of you. It’s all expected, until your attention catches a pair of brown eyes and silver rings that glowed in the warm light. He wasn’t shouting like the others, or whistling loudly; he was just watching, eyes following your every movement like you were something holy.

The intensity of it makes your breath hitch, something barely noticeable to the crowd, but you feel it resting uncomfortably against your chest. You turn away first, focusing on the performance, hiding the spike of interest, because control was everything right now.

Eddie doesn’t even realize he’s leaning forward until Gareth elbows him, staring at him with a knowing expression before smirking. “Dude, you’re staring.” Gareth adds.

But, Eddie doesn’t answer.

You circle the stage slowly, dragging the edge of the feather fan down your arm, across your collarbone, and between the curve of your breasts, before stopping between your legs and flashing the crowd that signature taunting expression. The movement is teasing, something suggestive enough to let their thoughts race without giving anything away.

When you turn your back to the audience, you glance over your shoulder, staring directly at him. His fingers tighten around his drink, jaw clenching slightly because he’s seen girls backstage at shows, even groupies trying desperately to find some proximity to fame, but there wasn’t any hunger in your expression, just a silent challenge.

You begin unlacing the gloves from your hands, slowly peeling one finger free at a time. Each movement is perfectly timed with the music’s pulse, and when you finally toss the glove into the crowd, someone eagerly lunges for it.

You don’t look at anyone else in the audience, keeping your eyes focused on him, this time refusing to look away from the undivided attention. The attention almost feels dangerous, silent and devoted, because he isn’t reacting the same way everyone else is.

He’s studying you, like he’s trying to understand something.

Eddie feels like he’s being pulled somewhere he didn’t mean to go, falling underneath some spell that left him enchanted with each elegant shift of your hips, and when you step toward the edge of the stage that was closest to his table, the air suddenly feels thinner with tension.

You kneel gracefully, bringing yourself closer to his level, the spotlight following you every move as the fan brushes beneath his chin, smiling proudly at the sudden hitch in his breathing. Up close, you can see the faint scar on his brow and the way his lashes cast shadows against sharp cheekbones. There’s something boyish there beneath the rockstar exterior, something honest.

You lean in, not enough to touch, but close enough that he can feel the warmth radiating off your body, and the gourmand smell of your perfume. “Enjoying the show, darling?” You whisper, just loud enough for his ears only.

“Yeah,” Eddie murmurs, voice rougher than he expected. “Yeah, I am.”

You pull away first, standing in one fluid motion, the fan flaring widely as you move back toward center stage. Your posture straightens, fingers slowly tracking up the sheer stocking, watching the crowd with that condensing pout as you slowly tug at the lace wrapping around your thighs. The crowd reacts audibly, people whistling loudly while some clapped in appreciation, but none of that was the reason for your racing heartbeat.

It’s racing because for the first time in a long time, someone looked at you like that.

Not like a body, but like a force.

By the time your performance ends with a dramatic flourish of feathers and a perfectly timed blackout, the entire room erupts with applause, whistles, and the scrape of chairs as men stood up. You bowed gracefully, listening to the sound of applause for a moment before rising, eyes catching his one last time.

But, he isn’t cheering loudly like the others. He’s on his feet too, smiling calmly like he just discovered something that he didn’t know he needed.

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You exhale heavily once you're backstage, adrenaline shaking through you, making your fingers tremble slightly as you set down the fan. The sound of chatter fills the silence, their laughter drifting in through the closed door of your dressing room, but your mind is drifting somewhere else.

The sound of knocking quickly snaps you away from your thoughts, looking over the door as the club’s manager pokes her head in. “You’ve got some visitors, Lettie.” She says with a knowing smirk.

“Plural?” You hum, arching a brow.

“Band guys. The platinum ones. They asked if you’d say hi.” She explains, expression dull, like this was something obvious.

You hesitate for a moment, because you’ve met musicians before and most of them think the world owes them something, but you agree. “Alright, just give me a minute.” You say softly.

Once the door closes, you don’t bother changing out of the corset, just reapplying your lipstick.

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Eddie almost doesn’t go backstage, because the thought feels stupid, almost juvenile, like being seventeen again and working up the nerve to talk to a girl after a show.

“Dude, you were practically drooling.” Jeff teases.

“I was not.” Eddie snaps automatically, glancing at Jeff with an unamused expression.

“You so were.” Gareth grins tauntingly.

Eddie ignores them, telling himself that he just wants to complement your performance, from one artist to another, just simple respect for artistry and nothing more than that, but his pulse doesn’t agree with him.

When you step into the little lounge backstage, their conversation dies instantly, because you look even more unreal close up. The red satin of your corset catches the low lighting, hugging your figure perfectly as your hair cascades over your shoulder, lipstick still painted on perfectly despite the heat of the stage lights.

Your gaze lands on Eddie first, something knowing simmering beneath your expression. “Well, to what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask smoothly, voice dripping like velvety smoke.

Gareth starts to speak, but Eddie quickly cuts him off. “We just wanted to say, you were incredible out there.” He says in admiration.

You study him carefully, a subtle smile curving over your lips. “Just incredible?” You tease lightly.

He huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “No. That’s not the word.” His eyes drop briefly to the lace at your waist, then return to your face. “You were mesmerizing.”

“Mesmerizing?” You repeat softly, something in your chest tightening as you step closer.

“Yeah.”

The space between you narrows, not touching, but close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him. “You don’t seem like this is your usual scene.” You point out.

“It wasn’t until about five minutes in.” He admits.

“And now?” You question, smile deepening slightly.

“Now I don’t think I’ll ever look at a stage the same way again.” Eddie says with no hesitation

The air shifts, thickening with something unreadable as your fingers lift, brushing lightly across the silver rings on his hand, the contact brief, but electric. “So, you’re the band everyone’s talking about.” You ask quietly.

“Guess so.” Eddie shrugs, smirking proudly.

“Platinum album, and you still look at me like that.” You add, almost in disbelief, as you look over his expression.

“Like what?” He asks, brows furrowing together in amused confusion.

“Like I’m the one on top of the world.”

“Maybe you are.” Eddie says softly.

The words land somewhere deep because you’ve been desired before, you’ve been admitted before, but this feels different, and now your pulse is pounding against your chest.

“You’re in town long?” He asks.

“A week.”

“That’s convenient.”

“For who?”

“For me.”

You laugh, soft and genuine, but the conversation is cut short when someone down the hallway calls your name. You glance toward the sound, then back at him. “Walk me out? After I change.” You ask lightly.

“Yeah.” He answers immediately.

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Standing underneath the neon glow of The Velvet Halo’s sign, the night starts to feel warmer as the rest of the band drifts ahead, giving space without commenting on it. You stand close to him on the sidewalk, red replaced by something comfortable and loose, but the memory of the feathers lingers between you.

The city continues around you, cars passing as music spills faintly from nearby clubs, but his attention remains on you.“You always command a room like that?” He asks.

“You always watch like you’re trying to worship something?” You counter, tilting your head slightly with an amused smirk.

“Maybe.” Eddie says, a breathless laugh slipping past his lips.

You step closer, close enough that your chest nearly brushes his. “If I asked you to come see me again tomorrow, would you?” You ask quietly.

“Yeah. I would.” He says without any hesitation.

“And if I asked you to meet me somewhere quieter after?”

His breath catches, but he nods. “I would, whatever you asked.”

“You sound very sure.” You point out, fingers sliding across the zipper of his jacket.

“I am.”

You study him one last time, then you lean in slowly and deliberately pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. It wasn’t directly pressed against his lips, but the touch was just enough to seem like a promise instead of something innocent, and when you pulled back, his eyes darkened.

“Tomorrow, rockstar.” You whisper, then step away, heels clicking against pavement as you disappear into the Los Angeles night.

Behind you, Eddie Munson stands beneath the neon glow, heart pounding like a drum solo, already knowing that platinum records and screaming crowds have never felt as intoxicating as the way you looked at him under a single spotlight.

And tomorrow?

Tomorrow, he’ll be back in the front row.

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The second night feels different before you even step through the doors of the club, because Los Angeles is louder tonight. After all, the word has spread about the platinum band celebrating on the Strip and about the burlesque dancer in red who made half the room forget how to breathe.

Inside, the air is thick as anticipation hums beneath the chatter like feedback before a guitar solo. You sit at your vanity backstage, staring at your reflection. The bulbs framing the mirror glow warmly, but your skin feels cool as you press your fingertips lightly against your throat, feeling your heartbeat there.

He’ll be here, this time it won’t be accidentally or dragged in by his bandmates. He’ll be here because you asked him to be, and that changes everything, because you’ve commanded rooms before. You’ve performed for businessmen, tourists, lonely husbands, and even curious couples. You know how to seduce a crowd and own the spotlight, but tonight, this isn’t about the crowd.

The black corset is sharper than the red one, sleeker and tighter. The lace detailing trails like delicate spiderwebs across your ribs and hips, and the neckline plunges deeper, edged with intricate black beading that catches and fractures the glow of the stage lights. The stockings are sheer, smoky, and your heels lacquered black, tall and lethal, with daggers designed onto the stiletto.

Your hair has been styled into structured curls, glossy and dramatic, framing your face in vintage glamour. Your lips are painted a deeper crimson than last night, borderline deep wine, and your eyes are darker too, heavily lined, shadowed in charcoal and plum.

It all looks almost vampiric, predatory and intentional.

When you stand, the transformation feels complete, and you look like something that belongs to midnight. The club manager knocks before peeking inside. “Hey, Lettie. Packed house tonight, people heard about last night.”

You glance over at him, a small smile curving over your lips. “I guess I left a good impression.”

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Out front, Eddie Munson sits closer to the stage than he ever has in his life. He told himself he’d play it cool tonight, that he wouldn’t act like some lovesick idiot, but he failed the moment he walked in. The place was overflowing with filled tables and bodies standing along the walls, the entire club carrying an edge in the air, like everyone senses something is about to happen.

Gareth leans toward him, smirking. “She requested we come again, huh?”

Eddie doesn’t answer because he hasn’t stopped thinking about the way you kissed the corner of his mouth, and the way your fingers traced the rings on his hand like they meant something. He told himself it was flirtation, just some performance bleeding into real life, but when he laid awake in his hotel room, staring at the ceiling, it didn’t feel like a performance.

It felt personal.

The lights dim, and the chatter lowers into a murmur, then an opening guitar riff tears through the speakers. His head snaps up immediately because he knows that riff, he wrote that guitar riff. It’s raw and heavy, the opening of Corroded Coffin’s newest single, the same one that’s climbing charts across the country.

The bass thrums deep, the drums sharp and insistent, and for a moment, the entire room is confused, then the spotlight ignites, and you step into it. The moment Eddie sees you, dressed in black like a goddess of something divine, he nearly forgets how to breathe.

You don’t move right away, letting the music fill the space, letting the crowd realize what they’re hearing, watching the ripple of recognition when people realize what exactly they’re listening to. Your eyes find him in the crowd, a small, barely noticeable smile curving over your lips as you slowly begin swaying your hips to the rhythm of his own music.

The heavy guitar becomes something sensual in your hands, and Eddie feels like he’s watching something heavenly. His song was written in a cramped rehearsal space, sweat and frustration and adrenaline. It was meant to be loud and rebellious, but now it’s transformed into something dangerous.

Your movements aren’t frantic, they’re deliberate. You turn your back to the crowd, glancing over your shoulder at him as the chorus hits, hips rolling precisely as each motion is synced perfectly with the drums.

The room fades, leaving only you and him as you trace the feathered fan along the soft curve of your breast, flashing a seductive smile as the spotlight trickles over your figure, earning a collective murmur from the audience, but you aren’t looking at them, you’re looking at the man whose lyrics are spilling through the speakers.

Eddie’s pulse hammers in his ears as he recognizes his own voice layered into the track, rough and commanding, watching you move to it changes everything. It feels intimate, almost sacred now.

You step down from the stage, gasps echoing through the club because burlesque isn’t meant to break the fourth wall so boldly, but you do.

You move between tables like a shadow, heels clicking softly and fingertips trailing across tabletops as shadows of your lashes fall against your cheeks whenever you lower your gaze.

Then you stop, directly in front of him.

You place one knee on the edge of his table, leaning forward slightly. The black satin outfit glistens in the lighting, letting the lace of your stockings brush against his thigh as your hand finds his shoulder, resting there comfortably.

The contact is electrifying as he stares up at you like you’re something otherworldly. You lean down, lips hovering near his ear. “You recognize it?” You murmur, your voice barely audible beneath the music.

His throat moves when he swallows. “Yeah, I recognize it, sweetheart.” Eddie breathes out.

“Good, enjoy it.”

You straighten slowly, dragging your fingers from his shoulder down to his hand, and hooking one of his rings gently with your fingertip before releasing him. The crowd watches, but they feel distant because this is strictly a conversation between you and him.

You return to the stage as the final chorus builds. This time, your movements are sharper, more intense. You arch back dramatically, hands sliding through your hair as the drums crash. The corset laces loosen slightly at your motion, revealing more, but never everything.

You spin, black lace flaring, curls bouncing with the motion as the song ends with a thunderous finish, freezing in that final performance pose, chest rising and falling heavily with anticipation.

There’s a pause of silence, then the room explodes with applause and whistles, but you’re only watching one reaction. Eddie is on his feet, just staring at you with something that borders on awe.

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The backstage area feels smaller tonight as you close the dressing room door behind you, leaning against it for a moment and exhaling shakily, because tonight’s performance didn’t feel like just a performance.

A soft knock comes a few minutes later, and you already know who it is. When you open the door, he’s standing there alone this time, looking dazed and slightly disheveled.

“You used our song,” Eddie says, his voice low.

“Did you mind?” You ask, tilting your head slightly.

He steps inside without thinking, the door clicking shut behind him. “Do I mind? You turned it into something else.”

“I wanted to.” You whisper, closing the distance even more.

“Why?”

“Because you were watching.”

The honesty hangs between you, thick and heavy. Eddie studies your face like he’s searching for insincerity, and when he doesn’t find any, he speaks again. “You have any idea what that did to me?” He asks quietly.

“What did it do?” You ask, feeling your pulse quicken beneath your skin.

His hand lifts, hesitating for a second before settling lightly at your waist. “It made it feel like that song wasn’t mine anymore. It felt like yours.” He admits.

“Maybe it is now.” You whisper, heat blooming between your legs.

His thumb shifts slightly against the lace at your hip, the contact sends a spark through you. “You were incredible out there, sweetheart.” Eddie whispers.

“So were you.”

“I wasn’t even on stage.”

“You didn’t have to be.”

Silence falls again, but this time it’s charged and heavy with everything neither of you have said. Your hand lifts, fingers brushing against his jaw lightly, almost testing for his response. When he leans into it instinctively, the movement steals your breath.

“You’re not like the others.” You say softly.

He huffs a quiet laugh, glancing away for a brief second. “Yeah, I’ve heard that my whole life.”

“I mean it differently.”

“Then tell me how.”

Your heart pounds as you step closer, bodies nearly touching. “You look at me like I’m more than what I’m wearing.”

His hand tightens slightly at your waist, but it’s not possessive. “You are, sweetheart.” Eddie says immediately and the certainty in his voice makes your chest ache.

For a moment, neither of you moves, then he does, and his other hand comes up slowly, brushing a curl away from your cheek. His fingers slide lightly into your hair, not ruining the style, just holding you there.

“You keep doing that,” Eddie murmurs.

“Doing what?”

“Making it impossible to look anywhere else.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to.”

And, that was all it took for the space between you to disappear.

The kiss is slow at first, testing and warm. His lips are moving against yours like he’s memorizing the shape of them. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer as heat spreads through you like wildfire.

His hand slides from your waist, the heaviness of his palm resting against the stretch of your back, keeping you pressed firmly against him. He pulls back just enough to look at you. “Tell me to stop, and I will.” Eddie says quietly.

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“Whatever you want, angel.” Eddie whispers against your lips, kissing you with more certainty as your hands slide over the leather covering his chest.

His lips trail from your mouth to the stretch of your jawline, leaving warm kisses against your soft skin until the lace of your corset brushes against his chin. Your head tilts back slightly, eyebrows furrowed as you stare at the ceiling, pulse hammering through your body at his touch.

“Eddie, I need you.”

The way you whisper his name makes him shudder, feeling the heat of the moment rush straight to his cock. “In here? You sure?” He asked, pulling back just enough to look at you, eyes searching your face for any hesitation as his hands snaked around your back.

You nodded briefly, leaning closer just enough to press your lips against his jawline. “I’m sure,” You whispered against his skin, hands pushing off the leather jacket covering his shoulders. “Right here, I don’t care about the others. I just need you.”

His eyes widened for a moment before a smirk spread across his face, fingers wrapping around the silk ribbon that kept your corset tied. “Yeah, sweetheart?” Eddie raised an eyebrow, one hand wrapped around your waist as he guided you in front of the mirror.

Eddie stood behind you, hands trailing along the structure of your corset, watching as your pupils dilated from the reflection of the mirror. “Can I take this off, angel?” He asked, fingers looping around the silk ribbons keeping the corset laced together.

You looked at Eddie through the reflection of the mirror, his eyes darkened by something similar to lust. You nodded lightly, swiping your hair over your shoulders to reveal the ribbon work along the spine of the corset. “You can take it off, Eddie.” You said, voice carrying a breathless plea.

His fingers slowly work at the silk ribbons, feeling himself shuddering at the cold material against his skin, something to ease the reverent heat blistering through him. The spine of the corset carefully undid itself as the ribbons came apart, revealing the soft skin of your back. Eddie looked up in the mirror, noticing how your hands pressed against the chest of the corset, keeping it from revealing your bare breast.

“Don’t hide from me, sweetheart.” Eddie whispered, his voice carrying a low raspy that made you whimper in his response. “Let me see how beautiful you are, please.” He pleaded, his warm breath trickled across your shoulder blades as he pressed soft kisses against your skin, humming in satisfaction whenever your back arched.

You exhaled shakily, eyes closing for a brief second at the warm sensation of his lips against your skin, addicted to the way his fingers curled around your bare waist as he held you close. The corset slowly lifted itself from your chest as you removed your hands, allowing the black fabric to slip off your body.

His eyes darkened as the corset gathered on the floor, inhaling sharply as the warm light laid flawlessly over your skin. “There she is,” Eddie whispered huskily, allowing his hands to glide across the delicate curve of your waist, the cold metal of his rings igniting your body with a blistering desire for closeness. “Look at you, angel. Absolutely gorgeous, fucking breathtaking.” He complimented, voice dripping with allure.

Eddie’s hands glided along your skin, soaking up the pulsing warmth that radiated off you, memorizing how your goosebump-covered skin felt beneath his fingertips. His hand reached around your stomach, laying possessively over your abdomen as the other trailed toward the stretch of your neck. “Look at yourself, sweet girl.” He whispered in your ear as his palm rested over your throat. “You look like you were made for me.”

You whined softly, feeling his fingers pushing against the pulse points of your neck, the pressure making your mind dizzy with hormones. You lazily tried to glance at him, eyes dusted over with lust as your chest continued to rise heavily, practically begging him for more. “Please, god, I can’t take it anymore.” Your voice sounded airy with desperation, hips subconsciously rolling against him for friction.

His hand tightened around your throat, inhaling sharply at the feeling of your ass pressing against his aching bulge, cock straining against the denim jeans he wore. “Yeah? You want more, sweetheart?” Eddie asked quietly, voice trickling down your spine with that sultry tone as his hand slowly trailed down your body, fingertips dipping beneath the waistband of your lower garments.

Eddie chuckled as you eagerly nodded, wiggling your hips gently as he tugged down the lace underwear. You carefully stepped out of the fabric, leaving you in nothing but the stockings and garters that wrapped around your plush thighs, the mouth-watering sight making him groan lowly in appreciation. His hand found your waist, guiding your body to face forward, pulling your attention away from the mirror as he lowered himself onto the ground.

“Place your leg on my shoulder, sweetheart.” He instructed, calloused palm reaching for your thigh, giving you an encouraging nod before lifting your leg upwards, revealing the sweetness buried between your thighs. “Lean against the desk, if you need to. Want you just like this.” He mumbled huskily, lips pressing soft kisses against your clothed ankle, trailing along your calf before reaching your inner thigh.

Your fingers tangled between the strands of his messy hair, gently tugging his face forward as his nose brushed against your clit, the friction sending ripples of pleasure through your body. Eddie hummed at the subtle eagerness, tongue swiping across the wetness of your folds, licking up the honeyed taste of your arousal as it left his chin glistening.

“Fuck, baby. You taste so good.” He mumbled, eyes half-lidded, completely drunk of the taste of your cunt seeping onto his tongue. His hands trailed along your body, gripping the plush curve of your ass, pushing your body closer until your leg wrapped around his neck, letting his hands rest along your waist to keep you steady.

His tongue lapped across your puffy cunt, curling slightly to gather the sticky liquid that seeped from your body, groaning in satisfaction at the feeling of your thighs trembling around his face. Your body was pressed against the desk, fingers roughly gripping at his hair, while the other hand tightly held onto the edge of the table behind you. The sound of delicate moans slipped past the part between your lips, tongue rolling over the dryness as you looked down at Eddie, his eyes darkened with lust and hunger as he continued to devour you.

His cock practically ached against his jeans at the sound of your honeyed moans, feeling pre-cum spilling onto his boxers at the incoherent mumbles that left your mouth as his tongue flattened against your clit, applying sudden pressure to the sensitive bud. The sound of squelching wetness filled the dressing-room, echoing off the walls as the point of his tongue pressed into your hole, leaving your body squirming against his grasp.

Eddie groaned heavily, forcing himself away from your cunt, chin glistening with arousal. “Up on the table for me, sweetheart.” He instructed, giving your waist a gentle squeeze before pulling away, watching yourself hoist yourself onto the desk. His hands reached for your thighs, spreading them apart and draping them over his shoulders, leaving your cunt exposed.

He looked up at you, eyes darkened with that predatory gaze, watching your expression furrow as he sucked on his fingers, coating them with his saliva before swiping them between your folds. Eddie slowly pushed his fingers inside you, feeling the warmth of your cunt fluttering around him, exhaling heavily at the sound of your wispy moans.

Your head tilted backward, leaning against the mirror as your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of his fingers pushing inside you, curling against the sensation spot that made arousal gush onto his hand. You moaned loudly, the music from the current performance keeping the sinful noises wrapped in the privacy of your dressing-room as he continued to push his fingers into your seeping cunt.

Eddie groaned lowly, a lazy smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, completely enamored with the dazed expression that melted over your face as the pleasure of his fingers rippled through your body. He moved forward, tongue lapping around your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud as a clear liquid squirted onto his hand, squelching noises filling the room as he moved his fingers faster.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart. Look at you, making such a mess already.” He murmured, voice muffled against your skin as he pulled away, playfully nipping at your thigh, leaving bite marks across the supple skin as if he were claiming you entirely.

You felt a surge of embarrassment blistering against your skin as the pressure tightened in your abdomen, adding to the mess that left his fingers coated with your slick. You shifted slightly, glancing down at Eddie, strands of hair clinging to his forehead as he looked up at you, smirking against your thigh before his tongue swiped over your clit.

He groaned loudly, eyes practically rolling backwards as his lips reattached to your cunt, the overly sweetened taste melting across his tongue as your thighs trembled around him. His tongue sloppily glided across your folds, pushing his fingers with the same rhythm as his tongue, feeling your cunt fluttering around his fingers, hinting at the overwhelming pleasure that bubbled in your core.

His hand glided across your thighs, forcefully spreading them apart, fingertips gently digging into the soft skin. “Keep ‘em open, angel. Just let it out, make a mess for me.” Eddie said, voice sounding muffled from his position between your legs, letting his grip tighten as he held you firmly against the vanity.

Eddie completely ignored the way your thighs trembled and ached to squeeze shut. “C’mon, sweetheart. Stop holding back, show me how good it feels.” He hummed, staring up at you with a darkened gaze as his fingers curled slightly, repeatedly pushing against the sensitive hilt buried inside you.

You moaned loudly, a blissful wave washing through your senses as your orgasm racked through your body, leaving your jaw slack as spews of incoherent noises spilled through. Your back arched away from the vanity mirror, thighs trembling around his face as the creamy substance of your release coated his fingers.

Eddie watched closely, eyes trailing over the sight of your convulsing body, arousal leaving his chin drenched and glistening. “Good girl, baby. Such a messy little thing.” He said, voice laced with intimacy as he slowly pulled out his fingers.

A sweet whine slipped through your parted lips, laced with disappointment from the sudden lack of warmth. You looked down at Eddie, expression still painted with haziness as you slowly came down from the orgasm, barely processing the movement as he lifted himself from the kneeling position between your legs.

“Open your mouth for me, sweetheart.” Eddie instructed gently, tapping his cum-coated fingers against your lips.

Without hesitation, you opened your mouth, moaning softly as his fingers pressed down on your tongue, the taste of your release filtering through your tastebuds. You glanced up at him, eyes covered in a lustful haze, tongue swirling around his fingers, savoring the taste on his skin.

Eddie inhaled sharply at the sight in front of him, feeling his cock against his jeans as your tongue glided across his fingertips. “Fuck, you’re something else, sweetheart.” He muttered quietly, pulling out his fingers with a subtle pop. “Bend over the desk for me.” He whispered, hands reaching for your waist as he lifted you off the tabletop.

Just as instructed, you shifted positions, nerves bubbling beneath your skin as you stared at your reflection in the mirror, catching his admiring expression as his hands glided across your waist before gently pressing your forward until your back arched naturally. The cold surface of the vanity pressed against your bare chest, stifling a quiet gasp, mixed with surprise and anticipation as the sound of his zipper caught your ears.

You glanced into the mirror, watching as he tugged down his jeans, the heaviness of his cock slapping against the lower skin of his stomach as he pushed down his boxers. Eddie stepped behind you, his hand gliding across the stretch of your back, gently nudging your legs further apart with his feet, lifting one of your legs, and placing it on the edge of the vanity.

“Just like that, sweetheart, look so beautiful like this.” He hummed in approval, hand kneading the soft flesh of your ass before spreading you further, cock sliding along the stickiness of your folds.

Eddie choked back a hiss of pleasure, expression sneering slightly as his cock twitched against your pussy, practically aching to be wrapped around the sweet warmth that oozed from your cunt. “You’re perfect, angel. So fucking warm and sweet for me.” He praised, tone dripping with intimacy as he slowly pressed the head of his cock inside you.

The stretch of his cock sent your jaw hanging slack, staring at the reflection in the mirror as his hand reached for your lifted thigh, holding you firmly in place as his cock bottomed out inside you, pulsing against the tightness of your cunt sucking him in. You inhaled shakily, fingertips clawing at the edge of the vanity, gripping onto nothing as the fullness of his cock pressed against the sweetened hilt buried inside you.

Eddie reached around with his other hand, gently wrapping it around your throat, forcing your attention onto the mirror as his thumb tauntingly pressed against your pulse point. “Keep those eyes on the mirror, sweetheart.” He hummed, slowly moving his hips forward, dragging his cock along the warmth of your pussy.

“You’re taking my cock so well, baby. You were made for me, weren’t you?” He praised, leaning down slightly as he pressed sloppy kisses along your bare shoulder. “Made to be my little performer, splayed out just like this for me.”

“Fuck, Eddie. Feels so good.” You moaned sweetly at the praise, feeling your cunt fluttering around his cock as his fingers pushed deeper against your pulse points, excitement flaring through your chest.

The thick tension bubbled in your stomach as his hips gradually picked up pace, the sound of squelching echoing throughout the dressing-room as your cunt clenched around him, arousal leaving a creamy substance around the base of his cock. Your head tilted forward, forehead pressing against the slightly fogged mirror, breath ghosting across the glass with each heavy breath.

Eddie straightened, hand slipping from around your throat, burying his fingers between the strands of your hair, gently tugging you back up as he watched your head dip forward. “C’mon, sweetheart. Keep those pretty eyes forward, I want you to watch, baby.” He said through a groan of pleasure, his other hand gripping the plush skin of your thigh before landing a gentle smack that made your ass jiggle.

You whined loudly, lips parted with incoherent mumbles as his handprint flourished across your skin, lingering with a blistering warmth. Your eyes stared into the mirror, watching as his teeth sank into his bottom lip, feeling your stomach coil at the sight of him. “Mmph! Fuck, ‘s too much.” You moaned in pleasure, hips subconsciously moving back against his thrust, eagerly rubbing against the pressure of release rapidly building.

His hand tightened around the strands of your hair, groaning loudly in pleasure at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him as your hips pushed back against him. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here, I gotcha, let it out, baby.” He said with that raspy tone, thrust slowing into that deep and sensual pace, leaving your body trembling beneath him.

The sweet raspiness of his voice sent the fuzziness in your abdomen snapping, the thick wave of pressure rippling through your body as your pussy tightened around his cock, release slicking up his cock as you trembled beneath him, fingers gripping the edge of the vanity while incoherent moans of pleasure spilled over your lips.

Eddie watched with a close eye, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you came undone around his cock, thrust still slowly pushing into you with sensual movements, softly fucking you through the intense orgasm. “That’s it, sweet girl. Take a little more for me?” He pressed, looking at your reflection in the mirror with an intimate gaze, almost pussy-drunk on the way you felt around him.

You nodded lightly at his question, body trembling against the tabletop, still sucking his cock in for more, the intimacy of his touch leaving you addicted, desperately clinging onto the pleasure. His hand dropped from your hair, letting your head dip forward slightly as he reached for your waist, carefully readjusting the position until you were facing forward, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as his cock pushed inside you.

His hand reached for your waist, thumb brushing across your blistering skin, slowly moving his hips forward, the sound of his heavy breathing mixing into your soft moans, skin glistening across your bodies as he leaned forward. “God, you look beautiful like this, sweetheart.” Eddie complimented, brushing the curled strands of hair away from your face, staring at the post-orgasm glow that stretched across your face.

“An absolute angel dressed in sin.” He whispered lowly, palm tenderly resting against your jawline, tilting your face towards him as his lips pressed against yours, swallowing the sweet moans that melted past your tongue.

You smiled into the kiss at his words, thighs tightening around his waist, drawing him closer as your arms draped across his shoulders. “And what does that make you?” You whispered against his lips, tantalizingly leaving kisses down his collarbone, listening to the breathless sound of his chuckle. “A worshipper draped in chains.” You added, briefly looking up at him with eyes darkened with intimacy, tongue swiping across your lips with that smile.

Eddie’s expression shifted, lustful amusement glimmering beneath his eyes, cock pulsating with the ache for release, stomach coiling with pressure at the sudden switch in your words. His hand slipped beneath the length of your hair, firmly, but gently holding the back of your neck. “I’d worship you day and night, sweetheart.” He whispered, tilting your head and revealing the stretch of your neck, lips brushing against the sensitive spot as he inhaled the pheromones pouring off your skin.

You whimpered sweetly at the feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin, subtle claims blistering across your neck, overwhelming heat blistering throughout your body. “Fuck, please. I need that, I need you.” You replied shakily, mind slipping into that haze of pleasure, fingers clawing at his shoulder blades as the tension bubbled in your abdomen, becoming drunk on the sensuality of his words while his cock pressed against the sensitive hilt buried inside you.

Eddie’s body jerked at the sharpness of your nails, hissing at the pleasurable pain of your fingers dragging across his back. His fingers pressed against the side of your throat, pulling away from the crook of your neck, staring at the fucked-out expression pulling at your face. “Yeah, sweetheart? I’m here, not leaving, gonna give you everything you want.” He muttered through his tightened jaw, cock twitching against your cunt, desperately aching for release.

You nodded weakly, body pressing against his chest as your fingers pushed beneath the messy strands of hair, gently tugging his head backwards. “Mhm, a-ah, fuck. Feels so good, think ‘m gonna cum.” You moaned senselessly, desperately clinging onto him as the slow sway of his hips gradually picked up, repeatedly pushing against that sweetened hilt.

His hand dropped from around your neck, tightening around your waist, firmly holding you against the vanity as his hips sloppily thrusted inside you, pushing your body over the edge as the pressure snapped, leaving your cunt fluttering around him. “Let it out, angel. I gotcha, baby.” Eddie muttered in pleasure, guiding you through the orgasm as his own release stirred through him.

The pressure coiled in your abdomen, moaning loudly in pleasure as he continuously thrust into you with desperate motions, the intensity of your orgasm whipping through your body, leaving his cock coated in your release. “Oh, god, Eddie. Right there, right there.” You babbled, needily clinging onto the pleasure as your body trembled with aftershocks.

Eddie glanced down at you, head still angled from the tightening around his hair, eyes brightening with something similar to worship as he watched you come apart around him, thumb soothingly brushing against the curve of your waist. “Just a little more, please, baby. Just a little bit more, promise.” He whispered repeatedly, voice carrying that raspy shakiness as he bottomed out inside, hips stuttering while his cock twitched against your cunt. “Fuck, sweetheart. Don’t move, don’t move.” He babbled, thick ropes of cum spilling inside you, leaving his chest heavily rising with each heavy breath.

You exhaled heavily, chest stuttering with each breath of air you pulled in, body trembling around him as your hands weakly dropped from his hair, lazily resting against his shoulders. Eddie pulled back slightly, noticing that dazed look in your expression, gently brushing the hair away from your forehead. “C’mere, sweetheart.” He whispered, pulling you closer, hand resting against the back of your head, letting you press your head against his shoulder as the two of you steadily came down from the lingering intensity.

His arm wrapped around you, holding you securely against his chest as his fingertips traced idle patterns along your spine. “You’re okay, I’m here.” He spoke softly, pressing a tender kiss against the top of your head, smiling tiredly at the tiny exhales spilling across your lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He added, trying to catch a glimpse of your face, noticing the half-lidded exhaustion in your eyes.

Eddie carefully untangled your bodies, slowly pulling out his half-hard cock, whispering soft praises at the tiny whimpers that slipped past your lips at the loss of warmth. “I know, baby. You did so good, an absolute angel for me.” He spoke quietly, wiping down the mess between your legs with the cloth he found in your vanity, before grabbing the duffle bag you pointed at, helping you dress into fresh, comfortable clothes.

“Thanks.” You mumbled tiredly, holding onto his shoulder as he helped pull the pair of lounge pants over your legs.

When he finished helping you change, the two of you stood there for a moment, loosely holding onto each other, before he twisted the rings on his fingers, pulling off one of the silver ones with a red gemstone. “So you don’t forget when you leave.” He said, carefully tucking the ring into the palm of your hand.

You looked down at the ring, smiling lightly as you wrapped your hand around it, looking back up at Eddie with a sweetened, yet amused expression. “Why don’t you drive me home?”

a/n: i love this but i don’t, but i really do at the same time. it’s been so long since ive wrote a good detailed smut </3 . i stayed up literally all night writing this so i do apologize if its choppy and has some errors :’)

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Just one more | sex pollen

Pairing: Clark Kent x reader Word Count: 3.5k

Description: When Clark gets poisoned with sex pollen, he tries everything in his power to stay away from you. Until he ends up crashing into your living room, and you have a god on his knees, with your name in his mouth and your body at his will.

Tags/warnings: smut, established relationship, clark is sorry, he gets freaky with his powers, consent kink, breaks you and worships you at the same time, begging, praising, hovering (yes hovering👀), so much dirty talk (he’s feral but sweet), overstimulation.

Note: Guess who watched superman today and got a new man to obsess about🙂‍↕️ honestly I don’t even know what took over me when I wrote this but all I can say is go ahead, live your best life and enjoy the sweet filth 🫶🏼

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You wake up with a loud crash coming from your living room. You jolt upright from your bed as you hear glass shatter, sprinting toward the noise. You curse as your body, only covered by Clark’s giant shirt, gets hit with the crisp midnight air as wind gushed through your apartment like a hurricane just passed by.

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✦Read on a03! - Masterlist - Dean Masterlist✦ ✦summary: Dean's refusing any help to get over his sex curse, no matter how many women you find for him. If only he'd just tell you why✦ ✦warnings/tags: Dean Winchester x female!reader, no use of y/n, sex pollen, angst, pining, Dean being a dummy (it's okay we love him), big emotions (sex pollen does that), just the nastiest smut (praise kink, soft!dom Dean, finger sucking, fingering, some car sex, dirty talk, oral f!receiving, sex pollen appropriate stamina, overstimulation, body worship, dumbification, creampie), love confessions during sex, light fluff at the end✦ ✦wc: 10k✦ ✦author's note: voted for my the people! this might be the horniest thing i've written ever like i got possessed plz enjoy✦

This room is going to suffocate you.

Outside, there’s a chilling breeze that bites at your ears, and you had to turn the heater off after an hour of Dean whining about it. You’re wearing a few layers and thick, fuzzy socks that slide on the floor. When you look at your fingers, they’re developing a purplish tint under the nails, and you’d think your nose was bleeding if you could feel it at all.

But you’re burning alive. Deep in your stomach with shame, and an arousal you’re not allowed to indulge. It’s wrong, right now, to have flushed cheeks and sweat gathering under your clothing. A tingling heat that’s hidden under the collar of your shirt, and restless fingers as you work, itching to touch something.

Yourself. Just a rub between your thighs for a little pressure of relief to help you focus.

Dean. Lying on the bed, moaning lewdly and humping the sheets like you’re not even in the room.

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lessons in sociology

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: Eddie Munson is your good friend and study buddy for sociology. when he mistakes the novel you're reading for your sociology textbook, you get a more...hands on approach to learning about power dynamics.

wc: 7.2k

order up: college!au, friends to lovers, d/s dynamics, jealousy, confessions

tw: explicit smut, p in v unprotected, d/s dynamics, use of petnames [princess, sweetheart, baby, honey, guys a whole mess of honorifics], spanking, eddie eats pussy because of course he does, ropeplay mention

a/n: hi hi hi, i have so many eddie requests in my inbox and while he isn't my brainrot rn, i really hope you guys enjoy this one because i loved writing it.

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Your dorm room felt smaller during midterms.

Books everywhere. Highlighters bleeding through thin pages. Half-drunk cans of cola sweating onto your desk because you kept forgetting they existed.

Eddie Munson was sprawled across the floor on his stomach, boots kicked off, rings tapping idly against his soda can as he flipped through his notes.

“You’re overthinking it,” he said for the third time, pushing his hair out of his face. “The professor literally said the theme was power dynamics. That’s, like, my whole brand.”

You shot him a look from your desk chair. “It's not a campaign metaphor, Munson.”

“Everything is a campaign metaphor,” he countered.

There was a comfortable rhythm to this.

You quizzing him. Him derailing you.

It was easy, being like this. Friends who studied together. Friends who argued about symbolism. Friends who definitely did not think too hard about the way the other stuck his tongue out a little when he concentrated.

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L.O.V.E. Machine || Eddie Munson x Reader (NSFW)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female! Henderson reader (No use of y/n)

Summary: A steamy first time in the back of a van. It's exactly what it looks like folks.

Series Warnings: Explicit sexual intercourse, dirty talk, praise play, first-time sex, tobacco use, semi-public sex (in a vehicle), size/power dynamics between characters, sort of corruption kink if you SQUINT (Eddie is sweet I swear), mentions of reading porn, oral sex (female receiving).

Disclaimer: In an effort to be a better neighbor to all my readers, I am working to keep my descriptions sensation-based. As I navigate this learning curve, some white-coded/specific language may still be present. I’m sharing this so you can curate your reading experience with that in mind!

Rating: NSFW (18+) no minors allowed!

Word Count: 14k

Author's note: This was inspired by THIS post from @starrieststarrystarrystar! I had a some time and figured why the hell not. Not quite a “quickie” but ya girl can’t keep things short if I wanted to. I've missed our boy while I've been working on Sam. So here's a small return to Hawkins. Not properly edited because I’m on a road trip. Peace and love folks ~ Mae

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Eddie Munson x fem!reader smut

wc 2.3k+

summary eddie tries out something new with you whilst you’re watching a film together. but you’re pretty he’s only interested in pulling as many pretty sounds from you as possible.

warnings smut!! lots of smut!! soft!dom eddie, almost a sub!reader but it’s very gentle, fingering, neck kissing, lots of eddie talking, eddie talking you through it, slight overstimulation, fem!reader, reader is described as having boobs, eddie’s a menace who just wants to drive you insane <333

Eddie loves to pull you to sit in front of him whilst you’re watching a movie. He’ll move you so your back is directly against his chest, his arms wrapped around you so he can keep you close to him.

Tonight’s no exception, he’s got you settled in front of him, your body relaxed into his as a movie plays out on the tv. But then his hands start wondering, they’re slipping under your top and his fingertips are running along your bare skin, his cold rings making you shiver each time they touch you — you lean further into him, whining as he places gentle barely-there kisses along the stretch of your neck.

“Jesus you’re so needy f’me, I haven’t even done anything yet sweetheart”.

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“fuck baby you look so pretty like this,” peter couldn’t help but admire his view right now. his back against the headboard, legs spread, with you on your knees sucking stroking his leaking hard dick.

your eyes were tearing up from getting your throat filled by his thick cock and it didn’t help that johnny was behind you fucking his fill inside you. each hard thrust from johnny would send you mouth deeper towards peter’s cock, your nose grazing the hair on his groin. “fuck, this is so hot, look at how you’re taking our dicks.”

this was a challenge in of itself because the two boys were gifted with sizable members. peter’s longer and more sensitive, vulnerable to each lick and suck causing him to leak so much. johnny’s had the grithier cock, providing so much pleasure from your sex.

“put peter’s cock back in your mouth baby,” johnny ordered, his left hand holding onto your hip while the other played with your sex. it was an immaculate display of pleasure. your eyes falling back as your elbows and knees buckled from the force of pleasure.

“this feels good for you like it feels good for us?” peter asked, light grabbing your hair so he can fuck his cock more. you hummed a response.

there was something so arousing about the way peter looked in the moment. the muscles on his abdomen tensed and relaxed in fast paces, his cheeks flushed red, and despite being motionless on the bed his hair was damp from sweat.

you let go off his cock with a pop, a string of spit on your lips. “it feels so fucking good, i need you both so bad,” johnny whispered something about switching, but you were so inebriated from the fucking that you just let them move you around.

this time you were straddling johnny. he was significantly bigger than peter, wider shoulders, his chest bigger, and his thighs the perfect seat. and despite doing most of the action, he was more composed. your held his shoulders while he slowly let you down on his cock, his hands planted on your waist.

johnny’s touch was warm, almost hot at times. it was soothing in a way that made you feel even more like you were in a dream. “pete, hurry you need to feel this, man,” behind you peter wrapped and arm around your waist, lining up his cock to join johnny in filling up your sex.

“fuck, dude,” peter moaned. you cried out, this was something you decided you were ready for, but this was new and god did it feel good.

they were slow at first, making sure you got to warm up to them. their hands moved all over your body, fingers on your nipples, hands on your sex, you buried your face on the corner on johnny’s neck inhaling his warm scent.

when their thrusts gained momentum, your arms were fully wrapped around johnny’s shoulders, your chest against his. peter eventually was flush on your back. three sweaty bodies moving as one, alternating in moans, grunts, and curses. “i’m so close, fuck move faster,” you gasped when they followed.

each time they thrust they would his the sweet spot and it made you leak so much your thighs were fully wet. peter’s mouth was on your nape, leaving wet kisses, johnny’s hand went to peter’s ass, holding him for support.

johnny’s was first to yell out “fuck i’m coming baby,” and peter followed “me too, fuck,” your center felt so sore and hot, eyes lidded, nails digging into johnny’s back, “fuck,” you yell.

the three of you fell on the mattress, covered in sweat, chests heaving. “i’m gonna need ten minutes and a glass of water and i can go again,” johnny said in between breaths.

“are you serious? i can go in five,” peter said, laughing.

“hell no! i’m actually all ready,” johnny sat up. you rolled your eyes, you loved both of them so much.

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i love when you nerd out- eddie munson

summary: eddie talks excitedly about his nerdy interest and it turns you on…

w: mdni! this story contains smut; fem|dom (ish? i feel like it is) she’s needy!; eddie being the cutest hottest nerd there is!

You loved your nerdy boyfriend. That was probably one of your favorite things about dating Eddie. Of course, his looks could give many things to interpretation. The way he’d dressed, the songs he’d listened to. People thought he was mean and bold and careless. Which he really adopted as part of his identity. But that was not the real Eddie, just a facade he put up to the trashy people in Hawkins.

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Just one more | sex pollen

Pairing: Clark Kent x reader Word Count: 3.5k

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what is and what should never be

eddie munson x reader

when you and eddie get separated from your friends in the upside down, you find yourselves at hawkins lab in search of water and shelter. what you discover is something neither of you could have ever expected.

word count: 3.8k+

warnings/tags: 18+ only mdni, smut, sex pollen!!!, dub con but it is as consensual as possible, reader is an adult, reader is afab, no use of y/n, some angst i guess, friends to lovers, brief mention of an injury and blood, unprotected sex, oral, porn with some plot, sex with feelings, one mention of marijuana, use of pet names (sweetheart, baby), eddie picks reader up once

author’s note: i originally wrote and posted this after season 4 came out. i felt it was worth a repost, so i decided to touch it up and expand it a little bit. so here’s a new and improved version 🫶🏻

Time doesn’t exist in the Upside Down.

Hours have passed at this point. Maybe even a full day. You and Eddie have been trekking through the woods for an ungodly amount of time. You ache down to your very bones, so cold that your toes have gone numb inside your shoes and so hungry that your stomach growls loudly enough that you’re surprised the noise hasn’t drawn any unwanted attention.

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BUCKY BARNES | SEX POLLEN TROPE

main masterlist | note: as the trope includes smut, all of the fics include +18 content. also since at least one party is under the influence of some kind of a chemical, this is dubious content. please proceed with caution and minors dni. enjoy!

toxic heat • bucky barnes x reader | by @nyletac

summary: while waiting for the extraction team after a successful mission, bucky leaves you and runs into a greenhouse room in the mission building with strange plants. accidentally breathing in the gas from the plants he returns to you, but something is off. (smut) (6,4k words)

take you there • bucky barnes x reader | by @heli0s-writes

summary: sam plays a game called fuck or die. it's like he willed it into existence as you and hucky explore the basement of an old hydra lair. (smut, dub-con) (3,8k words)

louder than fear • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @godmadeaterribleerror

summary: missions involving hydra often go very wrong. this is different. this is worse. this is a strange bioweapon, nobody telling you exactly what's wrong, and staring at the ceiling as bucky roars you name. it’s echoing in your brain. and you love him. (smut, light angst) (8,5k words)

lustful agony • bucky barnes x plus size!reader | by @fatecantstopme

summary: after getting hit in the face with a pink dust during a visit to an old hydra lab, you are confused as to what happened. thankfully, your mission partner knows what it is, and thankfully he knows the solution. (smut, dub-con, unprotected sex, masturbation)

what was rule number #2 again? • tfatws!bucky barnes x reader | by @satinestales

summary: messing around in banner's lab, the night before your mission wasn't as good an idea as you thought, and you begin to question your actions the moment you step out of it. things worsen when you realize the super soldier serum isn't immune to an unknown contagious disease. (smut)

delirium • bucky barnes x reader | by @flowersforbucky

summary: stranded in the middle of the alaskan wilderness with no means of communication after being exposed to a foreign drug, you're reluctant to accept help from the one person who has a shot at saving you. (smut, dub-con, unprotected sex, angst, friends to lovers, avenger!reader) (4,1k words)

play pretend | part two • bucky barnes x reader | by @wkemeup

summary: when bucky is injected with a substance that leaves him desperate for release, you offer your help. (smut, dub-con) (7,8k words)

summary of pt.2: in the aftermath of munich, bucky struggles to go back to how things were before. but now that he knows how it is to love you, he's not sure he can. (smut, mutual pining) (5,8k words)

strawberries • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @ellemj

summary: bucky, the man with a long list of girls on his roster, gets exposed to a sex pollen in the field. will he fuck the first girl he calls or the girl he's wanted for the last two months? (smut, dub-con, unprotected sex, size kink, fuckboy!bucky) (7,5k words)

does it hurt? | bonus chapter • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @ellemj

summary: bucky never would've gone out of his way to help you if he knew that hydra was still watching his every move, if he knew that it would shift their focus to you. when you're targeted and taken, it's his fault and he'll do anything to save you. anything. (angst, smut, unprotected sex, abduction, violence, voyeurism, mentions of sa) (24,3k words)

summary of bonus ch.: when you're finally out of hydra’s clutches, the recovery process drives you and bucky farther and farther apart. you can't decide if what you felt between you was real or chemically-induced. what will it take to sway you? (smut, angst, non-descriptive smut) (12,4k words)

untitled • bucky barnes x reader | by @myfictionaldreams

summary: it was your first mission out with your mentor, bucky, but not all goes to plan when you stumble across an old hydra laboratory and accidentally trigger a trap. (smut, dub-con, grumpy x sunshine, rough sex, praise kink)

high for this • new avenger!bucky barnes x reader | by @buckysleftbicep

summary: during a mission, you and bucky are exposed to a gas meant to strip away restraint. he resists, and well, you try. but when the heat fades, it’s not the mission that haunts you both, it’s what happened behind that door. (smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, angst, regret) (3,8k words)

desperate | uncertain an sure • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @buckets-and-trees

summary: enemies? rivals? it's always been reluctant teamwork between you and the winter soldier, but when put in a situation where personal feelings have to be put aside, maybe actual personal feelings are uncovered. (smut, kidnapping)

desperate measures • bucky barnes x avenger!fem!reader | by @simplyholl

summary: when you encounter a mysterious substance during a mission, it forces you and your mission partner to get closer. (smut)

petals • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @biteofcherry

summary: it was supposed to be so simple. a boring reckon mission. just to check the cabin and secure any samples of the ongoing experiments the former hydra doctor ran the place. however the unexpected comes in the form of a flower. (smut, dub-con, fingering)

unleashed • avengers!bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @veltana

summary: during a mission, bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions and all he wants is you. (smut, slight fluff, possessive!bucky, unprotected sex) (4,2k words)

crimson fever • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @mandoalorian

summary: in the icy shadows of 1944 occupied europe, you uncover a dangerous hydra secret that could shift the war’s tide. but hydra’s ruthless scientist, arnim zola, marks you as a threat, unleashing a sinister drug—“crimson fever”—that set your body and soul ablaze with an unrelenting desire. as you fight to protect vital intel, your path collides with sergeant bucky barnes, your childhood friend from brooklyn, whose unspoken love for you burns brighter than the war’s chaos. (smut, dub-con, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, violence, torture) (6,7k words)

nyletac

Toxic Heat

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Agent! Female! Reader

Summary: While waiting for the extraction team after a successful mission, Bucky leaves you and runs into a greenhouse room in the mission building with strange plants. Accidentally breathing in the gas from the plants he returns to you, but something is off.

Warnings/Tags: 18+, Smut, Cursing, Fingering, Rough Sex, Edging, Enemies to lovers, Hormone inducing plant, Vaginal sex, Multiple orgasms, Aftercare, Super Intense (my god this is so dirty.)

Word Count: 6.4k

The mission had been straightforward at first: infiltrate the abandoned research outpost, gather intel, and get out before anyone noticed.

fatecantstopme

Lustful Agony

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x plus size!reader

Summary: It's sex pollen, aka my favorite trope.

Warnings: cursing, use of pet names, an insane amount of smut, dubcon (cuz sex pollen), unprotected sex (p in v), oral (F receiving), masturbation (F).

pome-seed

Summer Surprise ࿐࿔ Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Age-gap 40s DBF Bucky Barnes x Mid-twenties Reader

Summary: You've been looking forward to kicking off the summer with a week on your dads new boat. You decide to have one last night of fun before committing to a week on the sea with your family. But you're thrown into a world of shock when you realize the older man you slept with, only days prior, is not only friends with your dad, but also joining you for the trip.

Word Count: 21.0k

Warnings: Graphic Sexual Content. DBF!Bucky. Oral sex (M&F receiving. Mostly F.) Soft Dom!Bucky. Age-gap (40 y/o Bucky x mid 20s reader). Hand jobs. Hair Pulling. Light Choking. Heavy Teasing. Smug asf Bucky. Neck fixation. Body Worship. Wall Sex. Tension. Just so so so so much smut. P with P (but not toooo much plot) ABSOLUTE filth.

18+ blog, Minors Do Not Interact.

Author's Note: Hey guys! I really enjoyed making this one. This one is a little crazy and a little wild. But I hope you guys like it!!! Also, requests are always open.

The air is charged with electricity, the rhythmic base pulsing through the floor. Your delighted laugh is muffled by the heavy beat as you roll your hips into your friend.

Wanda presses up behind you, her hands slithering around your waist to tickly Nat’s hips. Nat smacks her hand away with a snicker, her body swaying into yours.

You pant, a thin sheen of sweat clinging to your skin from the heated room. “Fuck,” you groan. “I’m thirsty, Imma get a drink, you want anything?” You shout over the music, pushing out from between the two women.

“All good,” Wanda laughs, turning to grind back into Natasha.

You giggle at the pair and start shoving your way through the packed crowd. You’ve never seen your favorite club as packed as it was tonight. Usually, that would make things a little more fun, but tonight it made things a nuisance.

You push through people packed body to body, shouldering through couples and friends to get to the bar.

About two feet from the bar, a drunk man shoulders past you to collapse into a free barstool. You feel your heel slip as you wobble- your stomach drops to your feet in a moment of panic. But before you can roll your ankle, strong hands slide onto your waist and steady you.

“You okay?” A rough voice shouts from above you.

You roll your head back, looking up at a jaw dropping man. A drunken smile slips onto your lips as you unconsciously lean back into him. “All good now,” You giggle.

The man helps maneuver you so you're facing him, a chuckle falling from his lips. “You sure?” His dark blue eyes trail down your body shamelessly. His hand stays on your hip.

“Mhm,” you nod heavily, your gaze flickering between the salt and pepper in his hair, to the pretty crows feet that form when he smiles down at you.

He couldn’t be more than forty. Your light buzz sinks a little deeper as you ogle the man, watching the way the neon lights flicker against his skin.

“You want a drink, sweetheart?” He leans down into your space, so he doesn’t have to shout as much for you to hear.

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