spookybabey

[spookybabey]

steve harrington stealing the neighbours flowers on his walk home so he can give them to you <3 there's mismatched flowers sitting in a vase on your bedside table when you leave the next morning and find a few of your neighbours gathered because someone your stevie has stolen their flowers and you would confess to knowing who did it but you can't stop smiling about how sweet your bf is even if he is a thief now, you'll always have pretty flowers in your room <3

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Y’all know that lost 80s song that blew up on tiktok a few months ago, “Everyone Knows That?” Well it has been FOUND and it turns out it’s called Ulterior Motives and is by Christopher S Booth AND IT IS FROM AN ADULT FILM CALLED ANGELS OF PASSION

I love lost media. I love that 80s pornos have such banger soundtracks. I love that everyone was claiming their parents had heard it (which maybe they HAVE LOL)

Also I love that you KNOW the lost boys would have known every word

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I won't write shy!reader, but I would write semi-anxious!reader. Reader who's totally cool with talking to EVERYONE ELSE but has such a stupid crush on Eddie that they totally shut down.

Like, you see Eddie in the lunch room. He's wearing a shirt of a band you know. If he was ANYONE else, you'd be able to easily go over and talk to him, but it's Eddie and something about his big doe eyes and intense personality has you frozen. It's stupid. He's a guy, he's a GUY and you're afraid to talk to him? You suck it up and start walking towards his table. You make eye contact for a split second-

And you walk right by him, to the trashcan behind him and pretend to throw something away because you're a coward.

Later, you're in class together. He asks if he can borrow a pencil. You hand one over, trying to be as disinterested as possible because that's the only way you can pretend that you don't have such a hopeless crush on him. You fumble the pencil and drop it. Both of you crash heads together when you both go to pick it up.

A week later you and Eddie are walking towards each other in the hallway. You two do that awkward dance where you both trying a move to let the other pass by but then you just end up in each others way. You grab him by the shoulders and actually physically move him to move by him. For the rest of the day, you keep thinking about his arms under your hands and the feeling of his jacket.

Eddie thinks you hate him because you pivoted so hard to hide your crush you've over corrected. You're slamming your head into a wall over and over because you know if you could just suck it up and talk to him for a minute you'd probably be fine.

Anyway I think one-sided crush/one-sided enemies to idiots to lovers is really fun.

[spookybabey]

eddie would wear the cute friendship bracelet you made for him that has your name and a little heart next to it.

he cherishes it, refuses to take it off.

and is over the moon that you also wear one with his name and a star on it.

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Calla Lily, Odessa

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I can’t believe we’ve all been cropped out of these pictures

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You and Eddie, silly grins on your faces, high and feeling groovy as you dance around the trailer, playing and singing to that one scene from Dirty Dancing.

"How you call your lover boy?"

"Come here, lover boy!

You collapse on his bed, smiling and giggling as he cages you in, peppering kisses to your face. His hand cups your cheek, leaning up to admire his girl.

He kisses you delicately, but fueled with passion and love. You pull away first when a light bulb goes off in your head. "LET'S DO THE LIFT!"

"Absolutely not!" He states, sternly.

Okay, that's all. Have a wonderful night. Bye

[spookybabey]

I love the idea of when Eddie turns 18, Uncle Wayne just hands him a box of condoms and says "Don't be stupid."

Unprompted, not even as a birthday gift. Maybe a few weeks after Wayne just hands him the box on his way out the door to go to work.

Eddie doesn't even have the time to be mortified. It's never brought up again.

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if there’s one thing about eddie, he WILL throw a fit

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Heat

summary: itty bitty smut blurb about Eddie dirty-talking in spanish for his latinx!gf. CW: gender neutral/no pronouns used, reader is described as having breasts; titty-worship, use of blindfold, oral sex-male receiving. The reader is latinx but it is not explicit as to where they're from, just that they speak spanish - Grisi shampoo is referenced though, which is a Mexican brand. Words: 800. *Translations for the Spanish phrases are at the end*

When it’s dark, you can feel him better. 

The way Eddie’s fingertips are callused, the nails are cut near to the cuticle to keep the grime away from working at the mechanic shop. Still, his touch is softest when he secures the blindfold around your head, brushing your hair away from the nape of your neck. His palms are so big that your tits fill them perfectly, as he squeezes and fondles with reverence, as the chapped skin around his thumbs graze the pillowy skin of your nipples. His whole hand nearly covers your entire neck as he caresses you from behind; one hand teasing your throat, the other mapping the curves of your stomach and hips. 

When your sight is missing, you can smell him better. 

Smell the fresh note of chamomile from the Grisi shampoo you received on the latest care package your family sent you; Eddie got a liking for it when he visited your country. It makes his curls appear golden under the sunlight, as soft as silk to the touch. That scent mixes with that of nicotine on his breath, and the beachy smell of sunscreen absorbed on his skin after a day out at the lake. Underneath that, his earthy musk, as he rests his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling his nose against your neck. 

Without your vision, the way he tastes you melts you faster against his embrace.

His long tongue laps at your neck before he captures your earlobe with his teeth, flicking the lobe tenderly before sucking it into his mouth. Makes you sigh brokenly, tilting your neck to one side to expose more of yourself to him. 

Your neves are already alight, your skin is covered in goosebumps. 

And that’s until you hear him. 

A jolt of arousal shoots through your very core as he says, “tus pechos son increíbles…” while he squeezes your tits again. 

“Eddie!” you moan with arousal but also with a fuzzy sensation of love, as you bite your lip hard and try to follow his movements by blindly lolling your head from side to side. 

He said he had a surprise for you, but you figured it was the blindfold when he pulled it from his nightstand. You had no idea he had been practicing his Spanish…at least not with phrases like this. 

“Y-yeah? You like them?” you whisper breathlessly while gulping down and arching back against him, wanting more. 

“Sí, son preciosos…”  His breath in your ear hits like lightning, his words bring out a thundering arousal flooding your senses. You can only giggle and blush, feeling elated, and cherished, to know your boyfriend would do this for you. 

You yelp with surprise when he tilts you back in his arms, getting you to lay on your back among the pillows as he gets on top of you. The light fuzz of stubble on his chin tickles you deliciously as he kisses your tits, gathering them in his hands to push them upwards, before his tongue flicks and sucks on a nipple. 

“Tienen el tamaño perfecto para mi…” he says, and your thighs squeeze together on instinct. 

“Para besarlos, y tocarlos…” his touch is incredible, but it’s his words that are making you feel like Icarus flying too close to the sun. 

“...para lamerlos…” 

“Fuck, Eddie…” you whimper, biting your lip to keep from moaning so much. You’re trembling so hard, feverish with need. 

“...para morderlos…” His teeth dig into your nipple, pulling at it softly before releasing it with a slick noise, right before he licks and nibbles on your breasts, taking his sweet time to not leave any inch of skin untouched.

“Quiero lamerte y morderte duro…” He mumbles as he buries his face between your tits, kissing his way upwards. 

“Oh my god, Eddie…” you bite your lip hard, quivering and writhing on the bed - and then whimper when the warmth of his tongue is gone for a moment.

You try to sense where he went, try to pierce through the blindfold with your gaze even if it’s a silly notion, until – 

– “Voy a morder todo tu cuerpo así…” he growls right into your ear making you moan louder, the lewd noise coming straight from your guts; white-hot flames of arousal dance beneath your covered eyes. 

Because in this darkness, the heat feels like it’s blazing right through you.

You feel every droplet of Eddie’s sweat falling on your pebbled skin as he goes down your body, biting and licking away in between murmurs in your language that add more fuel to the fire. 

By smell alone you can tell that he’s taken off his boxers, sitting on his heels beside your head, and taking your jaw in his palm, guiding you to him 

“Que rico, mi amor…” you retaliate and grin eagerly when he shivers at your words just like you did earlier for him, as you take his cock in your mouth and relish in the way you can truly focus on the way he feels without your eyesight. Heavy and warm as the engorged veins of his length pulse and throb.

He whimpers as you murmur sweet nothings in spanish between ragged breaths and gurgling noises, making your heart race as you think – you never knew words could carry such fire within them.

SPANISH DIALOGUE

"Your tits are incredible"

"Yes, they're precious"

"They are the perfect size for me"

"To kiss them, and touch them..."

"...to lick them..."

"...to bite them..."

"I want to lick you and bite you hard"

"I'm gonna bite all your body like this..."

"So good, my love..."

[spookybabey]

hi there! i'm OBSESSED with your eddie works and I had a lil request for u!

(if this is out of your comfort zone, I totally get btw, i'm just actually hormonal rn)

thinking about reader and eddie while she's ovulating and absolutely, positively feral... maybe they've only been together for a little while and they've fucked before, but he's never really seen that side of her... idk i'm just thinking a lot of thoughts rn

thanks! 💞

hi angel! thank you so much!!! 🥹🫶🏻 i hope i did your request justice 🩵

18+ only plssss. fem!reader, unprotected piv

The clock ticks obnoxiously where it hangs on the wall, marking each passing second that won’t pass fast enough.

It’s not unusual for a shift at the library to go slowly, but today time feels like it’s trudging through thick molasses; barely crawling by. Or maybe it’s just going backwards at this point, who knows.

You chew at the cap of your pen, reading the same sentence of the novel in front of you over and over yet not fully comprehending it. Trying to ignore the desperate ache between your thighs, the heat that pools in the pit of your stomach. It had been a relentless desire for the last couple of hours, a hunger that couldn’t be sated just yet.

But the promise of seeing your boyfriend after work had you chewing-through-your-leash desperate for your shift to end. You know Eddie had a nice dinner planned for the two of you tonight, but all you can think about is how badly you need his hands on you. It makes you feel bad, but you can’t rid yourself of thoughts of his lips on your neck, his fingers splitting you open, your hips grinding against him. This always happens when you’re ovulating, only this time… you’re not hiding it.

The last couple of times, you’d made do with your vibrator at home; embarrassed to let Eddie see this side of you. Your relationship was still quite new, and you weren’t sure if ripping his clothes off any chance you got would scare him away or not. This time, though? You can’t hold back any longer.

The end of your shift arrives at long last, and you practically fling yourself from your receptionist chair. You gather your belongings with haste, throwing everything into your shoulder bag before hightailing it out the door. Your keys jangle as you fumble with them, searching for the correct one to unlock your car. Eddie will be expecting you, although maybe not expecting you in the state that you’re in.

It doesn’t take long to get to the trailer park, your thighs pressing together in an attempt to provide even the smallest amount of friction as you drive along familiar roads. Your car is barely in park before you’re killing the engine, ascending the few steps to his trailer door and swinging it open without a knock to alert anyone inside. Wayne isn’t home anyway, so really what do you need to knock for?

Eddie’s frame appears in his bedroom doorway down the small hallway, his face brightening at the sight of you. You feel like you’re sweating just looking at him, your clothes suddenly too tight as the space between your thighs vibrates with need.

“Hey, baby. I didn’t expect you so soon, did you fly over here?” Eddie asks, a lighthearted joke, but he’s not far from the truth.

You don’t even answer him, slipping off your shoes before you’re trodding down the hallway, throwing your arms around his neck when you reach him.

“Baby, what’s—” he starts to speak, only for you to cut him off with a hot kiss to his lips. His voice dies against your mouth, fizzling into a soft whimper as you tug his bottom lip between your teeth.

“Missed you so bad,” you murmur. Your nervousness over how he’d react is tossed out the window, unwilling to wait any longer. “And I’ve been wanting you all fucking day,” you ramble, kissing him between words. “I need you,” you plead, letting a hand fumble with his belt buckle.

He makes a sound that’s halfway between a gasp and a laugh, kissing you before speaking. “Do you not want to go to dinner?” he asks, tilting his head slightly to the side.

“I do,” you admit with a pout. “But I need you right now.” Your hands are on a mission, palming him urgently through denim as if he might disappear any second, never to be touchable again.

The corner of his mouth twitches up in a soft smirk, his thumbs rubbing over your hipbones where his hands hold them.

“I’ve never seen you this needy, sweetheart,” he teases you, brushing his lips across the shell of your ear before he bites at the lobe. “But I like it.”

You whine at this, the slightest touch, and he breathes a quiet laugh.

“Please, Eddie, don’t tease,” you beg as he noses your chin up, kissing at your neck.

He doesn’t listen, taking his time trailing kisses down your soft skin and letting his hands wander but never close enough to where you need him. You can feel yourself dripping, making a mess of your panties. His big hands squeeze your ass, taking greedy handfuls. You let out a moan, louder than you’d intended, earning the nip of his teeth against your skin. Taunting.

You’re riled up, frustrated beyond belief, huffing where you stand before you decide you’ve had enough.

You press your hands to his chest, pushing him off of you. He’s surprised by the action, giving you the opportunity to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him over to his bed and letting him fall onto the mattress. He sits on the edge of it, looking up at you equal parts dumbfounded and turned on. Your hands hurriedly undo the hefty buckle on his belt, unzipping his jeans as you start to straddle his lap. His cock is throbbing, leaking as it lays in waiting in your hand once you retrieve it from its confines.

“Told you not to tease,” you say. His big brown eyes roam over your face, his pretty lips parted just slightly in a state of awe. “I need you to fuck me. Now.”

“Yes ma’am,” he obeys, but it’s less him doing the work and more you taking control.

You ruck your skirt up, pushing the fabric of your panties to the side and lining yourself up with his cock, sliding slowly down onto the length of him. Your name escapes his lips as his leaves yours, already starting to rock your hips against his.

He holds you firmly in place on his lap, guiding your movements to the best of his ability. The stretch he provides you with is delicious, exactly what you’d been craving, the entirety of him filling you up perfectly.

“You’re so fucking soaked, baby,” he remarks, bringing one hand up to briefly run through his messy curls, his cheeks already flushed pink. “Feel bad you had to wait so long for me while you’ve been this worked up.”

He’s teasing you, kind of. Pitying you in a way that only makes you ache further. You bounce faster on him, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders. He’s cursing under his breath as you’re fucking yourself on his length, riding him with a fervor and determination he hasn’t seen from you yet. He finds it hotter than he’d have ever expected, seeing you in such a state, and it’s taking everything he has not to finish early.

Lucky for him you aren’t far behind, desperate to cum after waiting all day. He lets one of his thumbs lazily circle your clit, sensing your desire to let go in the way your brows furrow in concentration.

Strings of moans tumble from your mouth, curse after curse of his name as you quicken your pace. Your head tips back, pure ecstasy coursing through you as you take what you want from him unashamedly. The rough pad of his finger on your clit makes you feel like you’re on fire, ablaze beneath his touch. His hips buck to meet your bounces, the tip of his cock pressing over and over against your sweet spot.

“Eddie—” you gasp, just as you fall apart on top of him. Your walls grip him like a vice, making him bite down on his lip.

He works you through your high, pulling out when he can’t possibly hold off his orgasm any longer. He pumps his cock in his fist a few times before he spills against your skin, cum dripping down your pussy.

Both panting, sweaty messes, you meet each other’s eyes and laugh.

“Feel better now, sweets?” he asks, lips pressing against yours in a heated kiss.

You break away momentarily, cradling his face in your hands. “You have no idea.”

He smiles. “Well, for what it’s worth, you have permission to use me whenever you need me.”

“Thank god,” you sigh, smiling against his cheek. “Cause I don’t think I’m done for the night.”

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i was made to be the sweetest girl ever. it’s on you if i turn evil

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babe wake up new eddie reaction pic just dropped

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one day I’ll finally write that ridiculously elaborate fanfiction that I’ve been carefully constructing in my daydreams for months and then you’ll be sorry. you’ll all be sorry.

[spookybabey]

Get you a person that’s just as feral as they are tender. Get you someone that is a complete and utter bastard but in a good way. Get you someone who’s also sweet and soft but will still do the dumbest fucking shit just because they want to make you smile

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You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you’re trying to translate, but haven’t figured out a single word because you didn’t realize Russians use an entirely different alphabet than we do.

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