#eddie munson (ivy’s version)
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okay so there are those kits where you can make a mold of your dick so you can make a dildo out of it. eddie would definitely make you a dildo of his dick and gift it to you for a birthday or smth
okay. so. i’ve been staring at this for a while and trying to form a coherent thought and this is what i came up with. also @taintedcigs proofread this <3 <3
omg imagine he puts the dildo in a pretty little box and you’re opening all the presents you’ve gotten and you go to open that one and eddie’s like. let’s maybe open that one later yeah? and you’re like. 🤨🤨🤨. but you say okay anyways and carry on but obv that voice in your head is wondering what it could possibly be. like you’re trying to remember the weight of the box in your hand and trying to match it up to anything eddie might have mentioned ever. but you have no luck <//3 so instead as soon as the last person leaves you run to find the pink box where you’d left it, only to realize eddie’d taken it with him to your room, an easy smile on his lips as he handed it you, “open it babe” and so you do, and your eyes widen as soon as you see the silicon of the dildo, pulling it out and staring at it, speechless until you start to gather the similarities. the slight bump on the underside of the silicone that would've been the prominent vain on eddie's cock, the way it curved ever so slightly, the same way as his. in fact the more you turned it around in your hands the more there seemed to be similarities between the silicone and eddie’s cock. “can i?” you tug at the waistband of his jeans and he nods enthusiastically. you pull his cock out and stare at it for a moment, your eyes flicking back and forth between the toy and him before smiling, “they’re the same” “mhm” “you made this?” “yeah,” “d’you wanna use it?”
15 minutes later you find yourself whimpering and whining at the hands of eddie, your slick coating the pink silicone and leaking onto eddie’s hand <3 <3
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A Twist of Fate (1)
A beautiful young woman struggles after trading her life for her father's. When left in the care of a beast she becomes plagued by erotic dreams of a handsome prince. She tries to make the most of her situation but eventually comes to find out the hard way that a happy ending is never guaranteed.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader (addressed by nickname Belle)
Word Count: 9.6k
Series Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, NONCON/DUBCON, dark fantasy, dark fic, named reader (nickname Belle), blood, monsterfucking, smut (wet dreams, masturbation, fingering, piv, oral sex), angst, unwanted advances, language, degradation, humiliation, possessive behavior, imprisonment, psychosis, major character death, takes place in France like original version, vampire/incubus thing, it admittedly takes a while to get to the dark stuff
A/N: this is for @boxofbonesfic Once Upon a Time... Challenge in celebration for a much deserved 10k followers. This was a lot of fun to write. I did so much research for this, looking at as many versions of beauty and the beast as possible. This grabs a lot of the plot points from the original Villeneuve version. I've written smut like maybe 3 or 4 times and have no real life experience, so please have mercy on me. I had grand ideas for this and hopefully I am able to execute it well.
Once upon a time, there was a man named Eliott. He was once known to be a very lucky man.
It was hard to pinpoint exactly when Eilott’s luck had turned to shit.
It could have been when his beautiful and loving wife passed, leaving him to raise six children all on his own.
Or when his fleet of trade ships were lost at sea, ending his fortune as a merchant and forcing him to move his family to their small summer cottage deep in the woods.
Who knows. What he did know was that after spending years forcing his entire family to work for a living wage, he’d received word that one of his ships had returned to port.
He was sure his luck was about to turn for the better. How naive he’d been. At the port, he had been notified that the ship’s cargo had been seized to pay for his debts. And now, on his trip back home, he’s been caught in the middle of a vicious storm. Just his luck.
The rain was coming down in thick fat drops, pelting his skin and surely leaving bruises on his poor balding head, the blustering winds regularly throwing him about. Eliott had been trekking through the storm for quite a while, having lost his horse and small wagon what felt like hours ago.
Unbeknownst to him, his horse was on its way home thanks to his innate sense of direction. Eliott, on the other hand, was traveling farther and farther away from his little cottage.
He slugged through the mud and rain for ages, sustaining scratches and tears on his skin and clothes. The cold ache in his bones from the freezing rain was overwhelming. It was almost a guarantee that every other step was going to be a slip on the uneven ground and every other breath would be full of water thanks to the onslaught of rain. The farther he went, the more gnarled the forest got around him, branches leafless and twisted.
Just when he thought there would be no end to the storm and he would surely perish in it due to his waning strength, there was a break in the wood. As soon as he breached it, he could just barely make out the faint shape of what must have been an abandoned castle if the overgrown grounds meant anything.
With deliverance from the storm at his fingertips, he felt a newfound energy surge within him. His gaze was firmly locked on what he could only assume was the door, and he happily ignored his missteps and bumps along the path and through the gate.
Fumbling his way up the ivy overgrown stairs, he raised his hand to knock, out of habit. Just before his knuckles hit the door it opened a smidge all on its own. Startled, he stood there for a moment wondering if maybe it was a result of the wind before the door swung all the way open. Eliott hesitates for just a moment before a crack of thunder sounds and he rushes in.
The door closes on its own, leaving him in darkness. All is still and quiet until a tall candelabra lights up near the center of the room. He approaches cautiously, rightfully so, for when he is but a foot away it goes out once again. As he debates sleeping in the entryway outside, regardless of the downpour, another candle in a sconce on the wall to his left comes to life. A bit of fear strikes him, for who could be controlling the fire? He approaches that one as well, and as he gets closer it goes out and then another candle farther away turns on. And so the process goes, through hallways and echoey rooms.
Just when Eliott believes the candles are leading him nowhere, he sees a strip of light at the end of the hallway. Not just the faint aura of candle light, but the glow of a fully lit room. He rushes forward, hoping to meet someone on the other side who could perhaps answer the questions rising in him.
Now that he’s closer to the light he can hear the tinkling of cutlery and he can’t quite figure out what scents are flooding his senses but whatever they are, they’re making his mouth water.
The shockingly cold doorknob quickly adjusted to his body temperature and an unexpected warmth burst from the room as he opened the door. Very quickly, the tinkling noise of cutlery stopped and all was still in the sizable room.
The first thing that grabbed his attention was a long black dining table with a feast spread out on top - roasted pig, steak, lamb, cakes, pies, fruits, you name it. Eliott’s knees almost gave out.
Even at his richest, he’d never seen so much food in one setting. He quickly looked to the head of the table closest to him and found no one, the same with the one on the other end. Although he knew it wasn’t proper etiquette, Eliott took a seat to rest his weary feet while he waited for the host.
While he waited, he took in the decor of the room. It was a bit dark for his tastes but beautiful nonetheless. Everything was black and gilded, the intricate gold decor warming the otherwise foreboding color scheme. The feeling the room gave was still off, as though the glitter of the gold were to distract one from looking too closely at the imperfections all around the room.
He’d been waiting all of five minutes when a voice spoke up, “monsieur, you are free to eat as much as you please.”
Looking around for the source of the voice, he asked, “and what of the host?”
“Unfortunately, he will not be able to attend but know that he hopes you enjoy the meal.”
“All of this is for me?”
“Yes, although I suggest sitting closer to the fireplace so you can warm up.”
Eliott does as he’s told and takes the seat right in front of the fireplace. As he gets comfortable he looks at the assortment of food in front of him trying to decide what to eat first. A bowl of grapes catches his attention and as he pops one in his mouth, he realizes just how hungry he is.
Once he starts eating he can’t stop, can’t seem to get enough. He gorges himself on the food in front of him, juices and grease dribbling down his chin, but he can’t bring himself to clean it up. Never before in his life had he had such horrible table manners, and he couldn’t even bring himself to care. Everything he grabs is rich in flavor, quite literally the best food he’s ever eaten. After what feels like ages he’s finally full and he leans back in his chair, chest heaving as though he’d done a tremendous amount of exercise.
He doesn’t fight it once he starts to doze off, stomach full and the heat of the fire at his back.
“Did you enjoy your meal, monsieur?”
Eliott startled at the voice. “Oh, very much so. Thank you.”
“If you would follow me, I would show you to your room so you can rest for the night.”
A door to the far right opens and an older man is suddenly in the doorway. Eliott knows a butler when he sees one (having had many of his own at one point) and he’s relieved to have some company after spending so much time alone in such a dark and grand place. Rising from his seat, he tries to clean his face a bit before heading towards the strange man.
Once he was close enough, Eliott could see the flaws in the butler’s appearance. Not only were his clothes faded and worn, the edges of his sleeves were eaten away by moths. After the feast he was presented with, he’d expected someone a bit more put together.
One by one, the candles came back to life as they passed through hallways and up the stairs. Eliott tried to look around and see the condition of the rest of the castle, but it was too dark.
“This is where you will be staying,” the butler said as they stopped in front of a door. “There will be a change of clothes on the bed. You mustn't leave the room until morning, Master’s orders.”
Eliott nodded and made his way into the bedroom. Before he could turn to ask the butler something, the door closed behind him. He shrugged and went about changing out of his wet clothes. While old and worn, the clothing provided to him was comfortable and the bed sheets soft.
As soon as his head hit the pillow, the events of the day caught up to him. A drowsiness like he had never felt before overtook him and just as he drifted off he couldn’t help but think his luck might be turning for the better. By the time his bedroom door opened, he was fast asleep.
Eliott was overcome by dark and carnal dreams. Dreams he’d not had for ages. Usually when he had dreams of that variety, he’d conjure up his beloved wife in a loving setting. Now, he was dreaming of a handsome young man with long curly hair, deep brown eyes and a penchant for biting.
When he awoke, all that remained of his dreams were flashes of skin and feelings of pleasure. When he threw the covers off, he found a mess in his lap. Overcome by embarrassment (for he’d not done such a thing since he was a budding young man) he rushed to take off his clothes.
In doing so, he took note of all of the cuts and bruises from the trek through the storm the night before. He found a large pair of puncture wounds but shrugged it off as probable wounds from his many stumbles.
Nestled and folded on a chair near the door to the room were his clothes from the day before. He didn’t remember folding them but shrugged it off as poor memory from being so tired. As he put them on, he took advantage of the sunlight and looked around the room. How odd that the outside of the castle looked so abandoned and forgotten while the inside looked mostly dusty and unused. Much like the dining room, the bedroom was gilded except instead of black, the room was a dark and deep blue.
The butler was nowhere to be seen when he opened the bedroom door. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Eliott walked around the castle, absorbing as much as he could. He took note that the rest of the castle was similar to the dining room; black and gilded, furniture grand and elegant.
He found his way onto a balcony overcome with vines of ivy. From his position, he could see a forgotten gazebo surrounded by what seemed to be an overgrown garden.
A memory sprung to his mind at the sight of the garden.
“When I return from my journey, what would you like me to bring you,” he’d asked his children.
It was something he used to do before, back when he was a successful merchant. He would leave on business for a while and return with gifts for all of his loved ones. While they were all adults now and working on their own, he wanted to perhaps revive an old tradition since it appeared his once lost fortune was at his fingertips.
“Papa, Papa,” his eldest daughter Elyna cried. “Bring us the finest clothes you can buy.”
His second daughter, Anna added, “we’re tired of these rags.”
He laughed and turned to his boys, Matheo, Gabriel, and Raphael.
“We wouldn’t mind newer clothes, Père. If you are to regain your fortune, we would like to look the part as we once did,” Matheo, his eldest, said. His brothers agreed.
Finally, Eliott turned to his youngest of the six, his little beauty. “And what would you like, ma belle?”
“I just wish for your safe return, Papa. It has been a very long time since you’ve made the journey and we know not what dangers may lie ahead.”
He brushed her off, “oh, nonsense. I will be fine. What would you like?”
“Really, that is all I desire.”
“Belle,” he said sternly. “I would like to bring you something physical. Please do me the favor of picking something, anything.”
“Fine,” she sighed. “I would love a rose. It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen one and you know they don’t grow on this side of the country.”
Eliott smiled and tapped her nose. “Very well, then. A beautiful rose for ma belle.”
His little beauty. One would think he’d find Anna the most beautiful of all the children, considering she took after her mother physically, but she was mean spirited and vain, much like Elyna. The boys had a good mix of their parents and were hard working and intelligent, like him. His youngest, though, was well read, kind hearted, grateful for all she had, and had the best features of both her parents. Not only was she beautiful on the outside, but she was beautiful on the inside. She didn’t make him feel like a failure of a parent, and that made her his favorite.
Eliott quickly made his way down to the garden, searching high and low for a rose. The bushes of flowers bled into one another, making it difficult to see where one type ended and the other began. He was just about to lose hope completely when he had almost reached the gazebo and not found a rose, but then he caught a flash of red inside the gazebo.
Once inside, he felt happiness bloom in his chest. He’d not been able to get the gifts for the others, but he would be able to bring a gift to one. Better something than nothing at all.
“Good morning, monsieur. Please follow me to the dining room so you can break your fast before your journey.” The butler was fast approaching the gazebo with a panicked look on his face.
“Just a moment, I’m going to pick a flower.”
“Oh, please do not. My master-”
“He won’t notice, it’ll just be the one.”
Mindful of the thorns, he plucked a rose. Seeing just how perfect and shapely it was, he decided to pluck a few more to make a bouquet. He had scarcely plucked the plumpest buds he could find when he heard the butler shout.
It was as if all the air had been sucked out of his lungs when he turned, for there was a beast in front of him. It looked like a bat, but it was twice his size, piercing eyes staring right into his. A hand grasped the front of his shirt and lifted him out of the gazebo. He looked down to find a pair of black, leathery arms connected to the giant bat’s torso and he’d been lifted high off the ground.
“Is this how you show your gratitude after I show you hospitality? By stealing from me,” it shrieked. Eliott flinched for the beast’s yell had a hint of a high pitch under the strong timbre and it pierced his ears.
“I didn’t know! I’m sorry! I’m sorry,” Eliott cried.
The beast hissed at him. “Humans now are so ungrateful. I should have drained you dry when I had the chance.” He growled, arms bringing Eliott closer to his face all the while ignoring the man’s pleas for his life.
“Please, spare me. I assure you, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I meant no disrespect.” A pair of sharp fangs and equally menacing teeth come into Eliott’s line of sight and he struggles to free himself. “Please, I was just picking them for my daughter!”
The creature ceases all movement. “Daughter?”
“Yes! Please, my children need me. I’m their only living parent.” Tears and mucus run down his face, hands trying to break the hold the beast has on him. Eliott feels himself be lowered.
“Tell me of your children.”
He speaks quickly of everything that comes to mind when thinking of his children. He speaks of his dead wife and all of the work the children have done to help him run the house, the most helpful being his youngest. He tells the beast of the gifts he promised to give to his children when he came back from his trip.
The beast lifts a hand to stop his rant. “Very well. You may live.”
Eliott expels a sigh of relief.
“As long as you give your word that one of your children will take your place.”
Eliott feels his face drain of all color. “But how am I to choose? What will you do to them?”
“The first living being that greets you upon your arrival will be the one to take your place. They must be under no illusions or misconceptions about the reason for their stay. And you need not worry about their fate. I will take better care of them than you did my roses.” He turns to his butler. “Prepare him for the trip back. And be sure to get him a change of clothes, he seems to have soiled himself.”
And so it went. The creature was kind enough to send him off with a new horse and wagon with chests full of finery, jewels and wealth.
Eliott encountered no storms on his way home and spent the entire trip stressing over who would welcome him first. He tried to think of all the pros and cons of each child being forced to live with the beast and could think of no one he would rather send away. The biggest pro of all was that his luck had definitely turned for the better. To be confronted by a beast and then sent off with riches galore? If that was not the definition of luck he did not know what was. The only thing he was sure of was that he wanted his youngest daughter far away and deep in the woods upon his arrival.
A sweat began to build up and his breathing quickened when he recognized the well worn path to his little cottage. Eliott kept his eyes peeled as he approached his home. From this distance, he could see a couple of heads bobbing about in the small garden out front and his family dog sleeping in the doorway. The closer he got, the clearer their faces became.
Raphael and his youngest were working in the small garden. Oh, how Eliott prayed that Raphael would notice him first.
As his luck (that fickle thing) would have it, his youngest daughter noticed his arrival and waved at her father. She quickly set down her tools and hurried over.
“Papa! You’re safe,” she squinted from the sun as she looked up at him. “We were so worried when Phillipe showed up without you.” She raised a calloused hand in greeting at the horse he rode, “hello.” She turned back to him with a stern look on her face. “Where have you been?
Tears quickly filled his eyes and he said nothing as he searched the bag next to him for the rose that set a curse upon his family. Eliott handed it to his daughter and discreetly wiped the tear that fell down his cheek.
She softened. “Oh, Papa. You shouldn’t have.”
“You’re right,” he sighed. “It came at a great cost.”
Her eyes widened. “Whatever do you mean?”
“Gather your siblings. I have news about where I’ve been.”
She did as she was told and soon enough everyone was gathered in their small dining room, chests from the wagon on the table. All but one child chatted and speculated over what was in the chests. His youngest instead kept a close eye on her father, for she had noticed his somber disposition.
“Before I tell you where I’ve been, why don’t you open that up and see what I have brought home.”
Elyna was the first to put her hands on one of the chests, snapping off the latches and swinging it open. She shrieked in delight at the sight of the beautiful gown laid out on top. “Does this mean the fortune really came back? Will we finally be rid of this place?”
Eliott shifted on his feet and swallowed deeply. “Perhaps you should all take a seat.”
He told them of his journey to port and how everything on the ship had been seized to pay for his debts. The trip back home and the storm that disoriented him. The castle and the sentient candles. The grand feast that was presented to him and the room he slept in. The garden out back and the rose he picked. The beast who appeared and demanded he sacrifice a child to save his life. He told them how he’d have to go about choosing which child would go in his stead.
Anna stood up and pointed to his youngest. “Do you see what happens when you are greedy? Look at what you made happen! You should be the one to leave and right your wrongs. You were the first to greet our papa and the one who landed him in this mess. Now you sort it out.”
Her brothers were quick to defend their youngest sister and even quicker there was a shouting match between the six.
“Enough,” Eliott slammed his hands on the table.
“Worry not, Père, for I shall slay the beast and ensure our little belle’s safety.” Matheo stepped forward. As usual, his brothers agreed.
“No, no, no. I forbid any of you going anywhere near the beast and his castle. We shall continue on as though nothing has happened. I will invest the small capital he gave me and ensure the return of the family fortune.”
“Papa, I do not think that wise.”
“Ma belle,” he placed his hands on her cheeks, ”I will not sacrifice your life for mine. I made a mistake, like we all do. Now we learn from it and move on. Do you understand?”
She was quiet for a moment, and he saw a flash of defiance in her eyes before it died out and she nodded.
Later that night, long after everyone said goodnight, Eliott was sitting on the couch contemplating his next move. He knew he had to move his family far away, somewhere the debt collectors and the beast would not find them. Perhaps another country.
As he sat there pondering the possibilities, he heard a thump from somewhere outside the house. Not a moment passed when he heard one of the horses neigh. Worried that it might be the beast, he grabbed an iron fire poker from the hearth and ran outside.
He turned the corner of the house to the small stable they had, arms raised and ready to strike when he saw his daughter struggling to get the new horse under control.
“Shh, shh. I won’t hurt you,” she whispered. “I’m going to take you back home.”
“You’ll do no such thing, Belle.”
She jumped in fright and turned sheepishly. “I was hoping you would be asleep.”
“What do you think you’re doing?” He took the horse’s reins from her. “Did I not forbid you from going to the beast’s castle?”
“Papa, I won’t allow you to put our family in danger. We have no idea if the beast will come after us if we don’t send someone in your stead. He might take back everything he gave you, leaving us poor once more.”
“You need not worry about that. I have a plan.”
“Papa, you gave your word to the beast. He spared your life. You taught me that giving your word was a serious thing, that you must always follow through.”
It was at this moment Eliott hated the fact that she had her mother’s eyes. To have them staring at him so intensely in a moment where she was basically calling his character into question was not something he enjoyed.
But she was right. He taught his children better than the example he was giving them.
“Fine. We head out in the morning. I’ll take you myself.”
She smiled wide. “Thank you. I promise to right my wrongs and keep the family safe.”
Her father had just been dismissed from the castle. They’d been greeted with a feast, much like Eliott’s first night there. Unlike his first night, the beast decided to join them.
To say fear ran like ice through her veins would be an understatement. Just before reaching the castle, she had tried to cheer herself up by thinking of her situation like a big adventure. Upon seeing the creature, she realized she was not ready for such an adventure.
Throughout the entire meal she’d felt the beast’s eyes on her. She had not the courage to meet his gaze, having spent much of the meal picking at her steak and watching the blood ooze out.
She’d been led into the sitting room to wait for the beast. While she waited, she reflected on her last day of freedom.
Eliott had made sure they broke fast as a family one last time before she had to leave. After many attempts to talk her out of it, her brothers accepted her decision. Her sisters, on the other hand, did little to hide their glee. That hurt her, since she loved her family unconditionally. She knew of the jealousy and contempt her sisters held towards her, but she had hoped they would at least pretend to miss her.
The journey itself had been a long one. It took them a few days thanks to the storm they encountered halfway there. Her father took it as an omen for what was to come. She knew it just got rather stormy this time of year. The relief she felt when they reached the castle was great, if only because that meant she would not have to be jostled around so much. The meal was long and awkward and her father left far too soon.
She remembered the worried look on his face when they departed. Tears were filling his eyes and he’d been sniffling.
Making sure her last words to him were something positive, she reached for his hand and said, “it will all be fine, Papa.”
Then he’d been sent off with a reward for following through with his word.
“Tell me your name.”
She startled at the sound of the beast’s voice. She looked around the room, finding its figure casting a shadow in the doorway.
It was massive, ten feet tall at the very least. Yes, at first glance it looked like a bat, but a mutated one-half man, half bat. It’s ears were large and pointed, eyes dark and small, muzzle large. A voluminous ruffle of dark brown fur adorned it’s neck like a fancy collar, a small trail of fur going down it’s naked torso until it reached his waist and covered his body in fur once more. It had a pair of bat-like wings and she could only imagine how grand the wingspan would be. Settled just under his shoulders lay another pair that led to leathery human looking arms, one of which was holding a rather large goblet. It’s legs were long and had talons at the end of its feet.
“Your name?”
Her voice quivered but she complied, “although my father calls me Belle.”
“How fitting,” it hummed.
“What do I call you?” She may be frightened, but she was not rude. She could not possibly imagine calling him a beast to his face. Who knew how he would react.
“You may call me Kas.” He ventured further into the room, gait slow and full of purpose. “You know why you’re here?” Stopping in front of her, he took a sip from his goblet.
Shifting nervously from the intensity of his stare, she cleared her throat. “Yes.”
“And do you accept your fate?”
“I would do anything to save my father’s life.” Any trace of hesitation faded from her voice and she saw a malicious gleam enter his eyes.
“It would do you well to remember that.” With that, he trailed a finger down her cheek, lingering on her bottom lip.
Her eyes widened. She had no clue what he meant by that.
“I need to set some ground rules before your stay truly begins.” He lets go of her face and begins to pace. “You are free to do as you please, I care not how you spend your time. I sleep during the day, so I ask that you not make too much noise. You may not, under any circumstance, go into the west wing.” His pacing stops and he turns his head to look at her. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Sir,” he hums. “I quite like that.”
A knock sounds on the door frame. “Master, the lady’s room is ready.”
“Very well, then.” He stops her as she rises from her seat. “Just one more question before you go to bed.” His wings shift as he brings himself into her personal space once again. “Will you marry me?”
She blinks once. Twice. Three times. “Pardon?”
“Will you marry me?”
“I cannot, for I hardly know you.”
His eyes darken, and she can tell he’s not pleased. The beast says nothing and takes a long drink from his cup. He does so sloppily, and when some dribbles down his chin she can tell it’s blood.
A bolt of fear strikes through her and she rushes over to the butler. Her hands shake as she tries to settle herself on the walk to her room.
Blood. He was drinking blood. It was fitting for a giant bat creature but where did he get it? Was it from people who stumbled upon his castle like her father? Did he get his blood drawn when he stayed here? Was it from his prisoners like her? Although he said she was free to do as she pleased, did that make her a prisoner or a visitor? The thought of possibly just being a visitor for a while helped calm her down a bit. But the thought of being drained of her blood filled her with anxiety once more.
“Here we are, mademoiselle.” The sound of a key turning a lock took her out of her reverie.
The door swung open to an opulent, dark green room. The candles were already lit, the glint of the gilded decorations reminding her of fireflies. Everything in the castle had a faded and worn look to it, all covered in a thick layer of dust from the lack of use. This room looked recently cleaned, not a cobweb in sight.
“Is this room for me?” She dared not step foot in it. Dirt and muck from her journey caked her shoes and she did not want to ruin the rug that spanned the room.
“Yes ma’am.” He gestured to her small trunk of belongings sitting at the foot of the bed.
“Oh my,” she muttered. Carefully, she took her shoes off and tiptoed into the room. She heard the door start to close and she quickly turned to the butler. “What do I call you?”
“You may call me Munson.” He gently bowed his head.
“Good night, Munson.”
A small smile graced his face. “Good night, mademoiselle.”
When the door closed, she took a deep breath to center herself. After carefully placing her shoes next to the door and off of the rug, she turned to face the bedroom.
Being the youngest in the family, she did not remember much of their life before their wealth was lost. She could only remember glimpses of a past her family were so fond of. Flashes of her mother’s face and toys galore, a pretty pink room. For the majority of her life, she lived in the small cottage in the woods. It was cramped and a bit uncomfortable, but it was home. Everything else felt like a dream.
Especially now, being in a room as fancy as the one she was given. Never before had she seen such extravagance, none that she could remember. It should be a thrill, she should feel giddy.
Instead, she felt dread. She knew not what would come tomorrow, or the days after. All she knew was that she was a prisoner in an abandoned castle, trapped with a beast. She hadn’t the faintest clue of his intentions, other than the bizarre marriage proposal.
Why would a beast want to marry a human?
The events of the past week caught up with her. First, her father had gone missing only to come back with news of a beast and the conditions of his release. Then, there was the long trip, on which she barely got any rest. It was all very emotionally and physically draining.
She dug through her trunk, looking for her nightdress. When she began to strip, her skin began to tingle with the feeling of eyes on her and eventually her own went towards the glass doors that led to the balcony. The curtains had not been closed. She knew no one besides Munson and the beast lived anywhere near, and she wasn’t on the first floor, but she couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching her.
Naked, she went to close the curtains. Stopping when they were almost completely closed, she peered out into the darkness.
She watched, as the wind rustled the trees and their leaves fluttered off the branches. What little moonlight shone through the clouds illuminated the gardens below. In the distance she saw a gazebo, most likely the one from her father’s story of the incident. A chunk of movement in the bushes caught her attention and she felt herself leaning closer to the window as if it would give her a better look.
She just about had her nose pressed against the glass when a wild boar burst out of the bushes, making her jump back. Before she could catch her breath a large dark mass dove from the tree closest to her onto the boar.
She shrieked in fright and shut the curtains.
Her hands shook as she pressed one to her chest in an effort to slow her racing heart. The mass was huge and she’d seen nothing near the castle that size other than the beast. Kas. If it dove from the tree nearest to her room then she was right, someone had been watching her. She vowed to keep the curtains drawn every night from now on.
Deciding she would much rather sleep than deal with her situation or the meaning of Kas’ peeping, she got her nightdress on as quickly as possible.
Much like her father in his time there, as soon as her head hit the pillow she was out like a light.
She could not control the volume of her moans nor the rolling of her hips, the pleasure so unfamiliar and great she just had to chase it. A whine escaped her lips when a hand stilled the motion of her hips.
“You need to stay still, mon trèsor. I cannot properly enjoy my meal if you keep moving.”
Leaning back on her elbows she looked down to the mess of curls lying between her legs. A pair of the roundest, deepest brown eyes stared up at her glittering with mirth.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please, nothing. You promised you would let me eat to my heart’s content, that you would stay still, that you would be a good girl. Are you going to break your promise?”
“No,” she pouted, “but-”
“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted. Gently, he trailed the tip of his tongue through her slit and circled her clit, humming at the sight of her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “If you stay still for a while longer, I will let you finish. Deal?”
Her breath stuttered as he resumed. “Deal.”
She fell onto her back the moment he thrust his tongue inside her, curling it deliciously. Her toes curled as he circled her bud with his thumb while his tongue made love to her cunt.
Gentle waves of pleasure caressed her senses, building up in intensity as his thumb sped up. Soon she was adrift in mindless pleasure, moans increasing in volume as she tried to hold back her physical reaction to his ministrations.
The size of the waves increased, crashing against her and she felt her body stiffening as she felt an indescribable heat and pressure build up at her core. As the intensity grew, she struggled to catch her breath.
The pressure increased and she was about to ask him for something, anything, when he murmured, “let go, my sweet. Come for me.”
She wasn’t quite sure what he meant but she felt herself ride the waves as they crested, creating a feeling of bliss she had never before experienced.
Her mystery man continued to lap at her folds despite her thighs clenching down on his head and he only stopped when she twitched from over stimulation.
He kissed one thigh while his hand caressed the other. “You did so well for me, mon trèsor. Such a good girl.”
A shiver wracked through her body at his praise. “I feel lightheaded. What was that?”
The warmth of his quiet laughter against her skin tickled as he began to kiss his way up to her. “That was an orgasm.” He pauses at her breasts, biting gently at one of her nipples before soothing it with a kiss.
She gasps in pleasure. “What is that?”
“That, mon trèsor, is the epitome of pleasure.” He nips at her other nipple, this time biting a little harder. He smirks against her skin as she moans. “Oh, you like that, do you?”
Making sure to nip and suckle all across her chest, he takes his time exploring. He makes sure not to leave any marks, just biting hard enough for her to feel something. Eventually he makes his way up her neck and it isn’t until he reaches the spot just under her ear that she grabs at him and he smirks just before he leaves a love bite.
One of her legs curls around his waist and she presses herself up against him and he groans as her heat brushes up against him. “Please.”
“Please what?” He runs his hand up the length of the leg curled around him, grabbing a handful of her ass and grinding himself against her.
“Please, I need-” she moans as his tip bumps against her bud. She whines loudly and writhes against him.
“Calm down,” he chuckles.
The hand on her ass makes its way between her thighs, teasing her clit once more. He dips his finger into her core to gather slick and groans when he feels how wet she is. Quickly, he drags slick up to her bud and begins rubbing circles into it.
When her hips start undulating, he whispers a few words of encouragement in her ear before slipping a finger into her sex. A broken moan escaped her lips at the foreign feeling and she grabbed at his wrist.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Her brow furrowed. “N-no?”
“Do you want me to keep doing this,” he gently began to thrust his finger in and out.
“Oh,” she sighed. “Yes.”
“I thought so.” He resumed kissing at her neck before deciding her breasts were a better place to be.
She didn’t know what to do with herself. Never before had she experienced sensations like these and a part of her (the part that knew doing this before marriage was wrong) wanted to stop. But that familiar heat began to stir in her loins and she wanted to experience that high again.
Soon enough, the one finger wasn’t enough and she begged him for, “more.”
The man complied, inserting another finger. When she grew accustomed to the feeling, he curled them, sending a delightful quiver throughout her body.
“Again,” she demanded. She felt his smile upon her skin as he obeyed her command.
If she thought the one finger was enough to fully stoke the flames of her desire, she was not ready for a pair of them scissoring inside her.
Her back arched, hips chasing the pleasure his fingers were providing. She was fast approaching that peak once more and her moans grew desperate.
“Do you want more?” His voice was low and sultry in her ear.
She hummed in agreement.
“Use your words, mon trèsor.”
“M-mo-ah, ah-more.”
“Very good.”
He thrust his fingers faster and made sure to put more pressure on her clit. Her legs began to quiver and she felt her eyes roll. The feeling of his thick fingers inside of her was overwhelming but felt so good. She gripped his wrist tighter and chased his motions with her hips. Soon she felt the heat and tingles burst throughout her body.
“Just like that, ride it out.” He continued to thrust his fingers until she stopped clenching around them.
She let out small giggles as she tried to catch her breath.
Finally, the man’s face came into her line of sight.
He was beautiful, nothing like the men she’d seen in town. Big, brown eyes, an endearingly bulbous nose and a plump bottom lip. Long, curly hair draped over his head, coming down like curtains and putting them in a space all their own.
“Enjoying yourself, are you?”
“Very much,” she breathed. She could not help the smile that came across her face. “I’ve never felt anything like that in my life.”
“I’m glad I was the first to give it to you.”
She stares at him in wonder. “I don’t even know your name.”
“You need only ask,” he teases. When she says nothing he flops down next to her, resting his head on his arm as he lays on his side. “Go on.”
“Um.” She draws a thin sheet over her chest. He tries to and fails to hold back a smile at the action, causing a cute little dimple to appear in his left cheek. “What is your name?”
“My name, mon trèsor, is Edward.” He puts out a hand in greeting. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”
Timidly, she shakes his hand. “A pleasure indeed.”
They both break out in giggles.
When she wakes the next morning, it’s to a stickiness between her legs. Thinking she’s started her monthly, she throws the blankets off. But when she gets off the bed, no blood is to be seen. She feels something begin to trickle down her thigh so she hurriedly places her hand down there to check what it is. Surprise colors her face when she sees a clear viscous liquid coating her fingertips.
Surely she had not wet herself, she’d not done that since she was a babe. When she checks the bed for wet spots, she is baffled to find none. How odd.
Distracted, she goes about her morning, making her bed, opening the curtains, getting dressed. When she opens her door, she is surprised to see Kas waiting for her in the surprisingly dark hallway.
“G-good morning, bea-Kas. Can I help you with something?”
He says nothing, instead slowly trailing his dark eyes over her figure, lingering between her legs.
Immediately, something in her core tells her something is wrong. There’s a tingle at the base of her neck, goosebumps rolling down her arms.
Slowly, so as not to alert him, she begins to close the door in an effort to have something between them. He continues to say nothing, instead watching as she closes the door enough to hide the interior of her room. Both of her shoulders are out of sight, the majority of her body in the room, head leaning out.
“I actually do need your help with something.” His voice is low and he speaks slowly. It freaks her out.
“O-oh?” She tries not to make it obvious that her hand is scrambling to find something to grab. A weapon of some sort. “With what?”
Kas takes a step closer. “I have a hunger that I cannot satisfy.”
She managed to grab hold of a candelabra on the table that was situated next to her door. “Oh? I’m sure I can cook something up for you if Munson is not able to at the moment.”
“I’m afraid Munson will not be able to help me. It is a very particular kind of hunger. One could call it a thirst.” He takes another step closer, inhaling deeply, eyes rolling as a distinct scent hits his nose. “But I can tell you have exactly what I need,” he rumbled.
Alarm bells rang throughout her head when he took another step and she brandished her candelabra. “Don’t come any closer.”
He huffed. “Silly girl. Do you really think that will stop me?”
She threw it at him as he closed the distance just to see it bounce off of him. While one hand covered her mouth, the other held her by the waist and lifted her up. One of his wings shut the door behind him and he walked her to the bed.
She struggled and tried to scream, but she could hardly breathe with his big hand blocking her nostrils. She kicked and punched as hard as she could but her strength was no match for him.
He laid her on the bed, wings surrounding them both, cutting her off from anything other than Kas. It was dark and hot and he still hadn’t removed his hand from her mouth. She felt herself get lightheaded and the amount of fight in her diminished.
Kas caught on and quickly shifted his hand, allowing her nostrils clarity. The other hand let go of her waist and was rucking up her dress. He ignored her muffled shrieks and struggles, instead choosing to focus on getting to the apex between her thighs as quickly as possible.
When he reached it he groaned, for she was still wet. “I knew it.”
She sobbed when his finger put pressure on her clit. Thanks to her dream she knew where this was headed and her attempts to fight him off grew stronger. He merely laughed while his finger rapidly drew circles on her clit.
She jerked in his hold. As much as she did not want to, her body began to respond to his actions. Compared to her dream Edward, Kas’ movements were much too rough and hurried. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second and the sounds she let out were starting to turn into moans.
His breathing was heavy in her ears and she could feel her own begin to match it. Against her will, her hips started to move with his finger, chasing the pleasure he was provoking.
“Look at you. Acting so disgusted, but you like this. You enjoy my touch.” With that, he flicked her clit and laughed when she squealed in pain.
She was surprised at the spark of pleasure she felt from the pain and it caused the familiar heat from her dreams to bloom. She tried to squeeze her thighs hard enough to cause his hand to slip out from between them, but in doing so it just made the pleasure hit differently.
When she felt herself being to clench around nothing she panicked, for she knew what that meant. Trying to fend off the increasing pleasure, she found herself holding her breath in concentration. But in doing so she felt the pleasure swell and it continued to build and build until she thought she was about to climax.
Kas withdrew his finger and laughter sounded in her ears as she came back down. “Oh, my pet, you truly are a sight to see. The loveliest creature I’ve set my eyes on in decades.”
With no warning, he shoved his finger inside of her, rumbling in pleasure at her scream of pain. He gives her no reprieve, no chance to adjust to the size of his finger (so much larger than what Edward had felt like in her dream) and begins to rapidly thrust it.
Stretched beyond belief, she thinks she may just die from the pain when sparks of pleasure begin to flicker once more. Slick makes his passage easier and she cries at the sound of his cruel laughter.
“Look at your cunt, so hungry for my finger she can’t help but pull it back in.”
And it was true. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, her body seemed to thrive under his rough ministrations. Her hips began to chase his movements once more and instead of clawing at the hand covering her mouth, she held on for her life. With every other thrust, his finger came in contact with a distinct spot inside of her, giving her a jolt of pleasure each time.
The pleasure mounting this time around was much more intense than her dream climax and she sobbed at the uncontrollable feeling. Just as she felt herself reach that peak again, Kas withdrew his finger once more.
She cried out in frustration and disgust. Why did he keep stopping? And why did she want him to continue his assault?
Quickly, Kas moves down her body, wings following him. She squints at the abrupt change in lighting and has barely adjusted to it when she feels something wet touch her folds.
She begins to lift her head to look between her legs, “why are you doing this?”
“You said you would do anything to save your father’s life.”
Suddenly Kas’ tongue thrusts into her, curling as it did, coming into contact with that particular spot he had just started to explore with his finger. She felt full in a different way, in an honestly much preferable way. His finger had been rigid, his tongue (thankfully) much more pliable.
She couldn’t help but to compare it to how it felt when Edward explored her with his tongue. Kas was reaching places Edward had no ability to. Whereas Edward took his time and was gentle, Kas would thrust viciously and without mercy.
He would alternate between jabbing his tongue in her and slurping up the excess slick from her folds. His snout would brush against her clit while his hands held her legs open. Without his hands covering her mouth, her noises filled the room, a mixture of crying and moans. He relished in the inconsistency of her begging.
“‘Yes, yes. No, stop it.’ You just don’t know what you want, do you?” He grinned salaciously. “It’s alright. You don’t have to know. I know what you want and I am all you need.”
With that, he doubled his efforts to draw her climax out of her. Soon her cries for him to stop diminished entirely and all that was heard in the room were her begs for more.
And more he gave her. The heat in her core surged, continuing to rise and rise until it engulfed her entire being and she fell apart on his tongue. He didn’t stop until he had his fill, causing her to climax two more times.
By the time he finished she had passed out, energy spent and body weakened.
Kas gently rearranged her on the bed, righting her dress.
“You are exactly what I need.” He trailed a finger down her cheek. “Mon trèsor.”
When she wakes hours later, the shadows in her room tell her it’s about noon. In a daze, she rights her bed and goes looking for the candelabra in the hallway only to find it sitting on its table, making her wonder if the events of the morning were a terrible dream. The soreness between her legs tells her otherwise.
After some time, she looks for the kitchen hoping for some lunch. She’s lost for only a moment before the candles lead her to the kitchen doors, the sound of tinkling cutlery bleeding into the hallway. When she entered, she could have sworn she saw a broom sweeping in the corner, but when she turned, it was against the wall.
She makes a small plate of the leftovers from breakfast. In the end she struggles to finish her meal, too distracted from the morning’s events.
Eventually, she heads out to the gazebo, book in hand, and notices the very roses that doomed her. She barely clears the debris off the bench before sitting down. In the distance, she can hear the sounds of different animals and the buzz of insects.
For hours, she reads the same few pages, not absorbing a single word.
“It is time for dinner.”
Munson’s voice makes her jump and she hurries out of the gazebo, avoiding his eyes.
Kas is waiting for her in the dining room. When she goes for a random seat she hears him grunt. When she meets his gaze, he gestures to the seat next to him. She hesitates for a moment before sitting next to him.
Dinner plays out almost exactly as it had the night before. She is much too distracted to enjoy her meal and Kas is busy watching her.
They both reach for their respective goblets at the same time when she notices the scratches she left on his arms and the size of his hands.
While she knew his hands were big (she could tell when they were all over her) she hadn’t realized just how big they were. She took a sip of her drink as her mind drifted uncontrollably. If Edwards fingers were thick and long but his member even longer and thicker, then how big would Kas’ be?
At that thought she choked on her wine, sending her into a coughing fit. Kas reached out a hand to pat her back but she jerked out of his reach.
“No! No,” she calms down. “I’m fine.”
His dark eyes narrow in suspicion but he says nothing.
When dinner is over, she attempts to rush out of the room but Kas’ voice stops her.
“Before you go, I have something to ask you.”
She nods in acknowledgement.
“Will you marry me?”
Her nose scrunches in confusion. Had she not answered this question the night before? Did he really think she would say yes after what happened that very morning?
“No.”
His reaction was much like the night before and he dismissed her without saying a word.
When she got to her room, she made sure to close her curtains before getting ready for bed. It was rather unrealistic, but she hoped to experience the same dream again. She would much rather be in a wonderful fantasy with a handsome dream man than in the newfound nightmare her reality had become.
Unfortunately for her, she did not fall asleep as easily as the night before, but once sleep grabbed hold of her she went with it willingly.
“Fancy seeing you here.”
She sat up in her bed and looked around. The room looked mostly the same except the colors were much brighter. The walls were a pastel green instead of the dark, almost black green. Everything was still gilded and she could see little paintings of flowers scattered all around. The room had an overall brighter tone and lighter feel to it.
Sat on the little couch near the balcony was Edward. He was dressed in a white shirt and unbuttoned trousers. There was a smirk on his face as he sat with his legs crossed, an arm spread out on the back of the couch.
Noticing she was naked, she pulled the sheet up to her chest. “Edward?”
“The one and only.”
Dragging a hand down her face, she muttered to herself, “what kind of dream is this?”
“The best kind of dream.” He stood up from the couch and made his way to her. “The kind where your worries come to fade away,” he sat next to her on the bed, “and where only light is allowed.” He grabbed her unoccupied hand. “As long as I am around you will never not feel safe here. That I can promise you.” Staring into her eyes, he tenderly kissed the palm of her hand.
She swooned. Who was this man? How in the world had she conjured him? He was incredibly handsome, had introduced her to a new kind of pleasure, and now he was promising to keep her safe.
“Who are you,” she sighed.
He grinned. “We’ve gone over this, mon trèsor. I,” he placed a hand on his chest, “am Edward. Although my close friends call me Eddie.” He nods at her. “You can call me Eddie.”
“I would hardly say we’re friends, I barely know you.”
Smirk on his face, he bumped shoulders with her, “I would say most friends don’t know each other as intimately as we do.”
Her jaw dropped in surprise at his statement. It was a crass way to do it, but when he put it that way, she couldn’t help but agree. Perhaps they were friends.
He put a finger under her chin, shutting her mouth as quickly as it opened. “Close that up, before you give me any ideas.” Then he jumped off the bed. “Come,” he clapped. “Get dressed, I have much to show you.”
She did as he asked, wondering how a dream could feel so lifelike. It was almost enough to distract her from what had occurred that very morning. She decided to take it in stride, accept it for what it was. Given her circumstances, she would need all the friends she could get, no matter how unorthodox their introduction.
It was a shame the only way she could make a friend and feel safe was in her dreams.
A/N: There it is! The first of most likely two parts. There are much darker things in store for our sweet Belle. I have a lot planned for this story, so hopefully you stick along for the ride. I hope you enjoyed it, please let me know if you did 💕 If you want to see my fics and just the fics, go check out @valthevalkyrielibrary
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Hi everyone! Here’s the newest addition to my Creator Shoutout Series (january 1 - january 8)! For info about the series, I explained it in the first post here, but generally, it’s to show appreciate to editors and their creations that i love from the past week. To track this series or look at previous shoutouts, please check out the tag on my blog *creatorshoutouts. Have a great week everyone!
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IM A LITTLE LATE BUT. STEDDIE SWIFTIES!?!?? IM IN
debut, steve adores taylor country era. he plays that album a lot while driving and even imitate (or… try to) the country accent. his favorites are should’ve said no and our song. eddie… well it’s not much his taste but! he enjoys picture to burn (you know, the homophobic version)
fearless, steve’s kinda a fearless girly, not his favorite album but has a special place in his heart. him and eddie absolutely SCREAM you belong with me. eddie really likes the melodies and lyrics but still not what he prefers.
speak now, I DONT WHY but something tells me eddie really really likes speak now. the whole magic and dragons and long live (one of his absolute favorites songs ever) along with haunted and better than revenge. steve just cries a lot while listening to dear john and back to december.
red, steve harrington + this album = a really happy steve with fuzzy socks and a big cup of coffee. top 1. he adores it, brings him some comfort like autumn and pumpkins and hot chocolate. i sense this is the album eddie started listening to taylor with. of course, one christmas eddie gifted steve a red scarf with a red cd and of course, steve cried.
1989 is eddies guilty pleasure, and he totally knows how to do that style intro in his guitar. a little too much pop and his friends would make fun of him for listening to it, but the doesn’t care. taylor swift invented pop for him. steve is out of the woods and new romantics coded.
reputation, EDDIE’S FAVORITE ALBUM OF COURSEE. he spends a lot of time listening to it and could speak for hours about it, about how it’s not about seeking revenge but about fighting against that reputation and try to find yourself without listening to what others have to say about it. and how you, sometimes, find yourself in others too. i feel like if they went to the eras tour, eddie would absolutely go as reputation, yk something with snakes and black and glitter. steve loves to hear him go, proud of the swiftie he made. and he (kinda) hates kanye so…
lover, slow songs and heart crushing lyrics. this is steve’s shit. HE IS THE ARCHER CODED. adores cornelia street and afterglow. eddie (secretly) listens to lover a lot, but don’t say that to anyone ok? he has a reputation to keep.
folklore THIS IS HARDCORE SHIT. and steve’s favorite of course, he just relates to this album a lot. eddie really likes my tears ricochet and this is me trying ☹️ poor baby.
evermore, more hardcore shit. steve and eddie listened together this album for the first time and went???? what the actual fuck taylor swift who gave the right to??? while crying. tolerate it and ivy just hits different.
midnights, more pop and that means more eddie munson love. vigilante shit and karma stan forever. this albums feels personal to steve, maroon, you’re on your own kid, question, labyrinth HE CAN GO ON AND ON.
NOW I BELIEVE
Steve’s top 3:
red - folklore - midnights
Eddie’s top 3:
reputation - speak now - 1989
HELLO
EDDIE AND STEVE SCREAMING YOU BELONG WITH ME???? YES. ABSOLUTELY YES
Eddie would fucking love better than revenge and Steve crying to back to December? so true.
Eddie loving Style and playing it? helloooooo?? yes yes yes
AND OFC REPUTATION IS EDDIES FAVE! YES YES YES ALSO YES TO HIS ERAS TOUR OUTFIT (YES TO ANYTHING YOU SAY AT THIS POINT)
Steve being the archer coded please @taintedcigs we got Steve on our team
you're saying my tears ricochet and this is me trying being Eddie's faves? stop these are my absolute faves too (my tears ricochet is my #1)
Eddie and Steve would cry to tolerate it, totally yes yes. AND to champagne problems too of course!
I AGREE WITH ANYTHING YOU SAY ANON YOU'RE A WISE ONE
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🐳 Cam
Their favourite tv show:
She will KILL you if you told anyone, but she really liked Michael Praed in Robin of Sherwood. She also watches Dynasty with Chrissy, it reminds them of their own family 💀 (If this is how you find out the Elizabeth Gillies version isn’t the original, you’re welcome and enjoy)
Their favourite fruit:
Pineapple. But she’ll eat anything, she’s a science nerd she cares about her health (sometimes)
The short story of their birth day:
There was a time when she was her parents’ pride and joy. They were young and not yet shackled by society and upper class decorum. Cam’s infancy can only be described as ‘not the shit show my life is now’
Their favourite flavor of ice cream:
Strawberry, but then she thinks it’s embarrassing because it’s pink and goes for pistachio
Their most embarrassing moment:
Probably being a pageant princess
Their most unexpected quality:
Now that she’s a rebel, people are often surprised she still cares for her grades. She’s accepted into multiple Ivy League schools, but is unsure if she wants to go. Eddie drives himself crazy trying to convince her
Their most destructive habit:
It takes a long time for Cam to learn self-love. Even when she’s broken free from her mothers grasp and is in recovery from her ED, things still slip. There’s always that voice in her head telling her if she isn’t pretty then she’s worthless
What makes them cry the most:
Mrs Cunningham :)
Their chinese zodiac:
So this is how I learn I never gave Cam a birthday. I’ll get back to you on that. I believe it would be 1968 so a monkey?
Their favourite (honorary) family member:
Eddie, Ginny and Wayne Munson. She owes them everything
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Kers’ Stranger Things O.C.’s
- this also doubles as a Horror Fic characters list *all backstories will be in there in post aka I’ve got too much too type in one post if I include them*
Violet Knight
- Face claim: Anya Taylor-Joy (she has a second one but we’ll save her for later)
- Crushing on Steve Harrington
- Best friends with Ivy Wheeler, Alexandria Decker, Becky Munson, Vanessa Jong, and Eddie Munson
- Younger teen she’s closest with: Max Mayfield
- 3 Songs that best represents Violet: Little Violence by Waterparks, Favorite Record by Fall Out Boy, Long Story Short by Taylor Swift
Mallory “Mal” Morris
- Face claim: Halle Bailey
- Crushing on Jonathan Byers
- Best friends with Ivy Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Alexandria Decker, and Chrissy Cunningham
- Younger teen she’s closest with: Mike Wheeler
- 3 Songs that best represents Mallory: Sugar Coated by Heart Attack Man, Question...? by Taylor Swift, The Moment I Knew (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift
Alexandria “Alex” Decker
- Face claim: Halston Sage
- Was with Billy Hargrove - circa season 2, dumps his ass after seeing how he treats Lucas; Currently not with anyone.
- Best friends with Violet Knight, Mallory Morris, and Ivy Wheeler
- Younger teen she’s closest with: Lucas Sinclair
- 3 Songs that best represents Alexandria: I Felt Younger When We Met by Waterparks, Cherry Picking by Poutyface, Bejeweled by Taylor Swift
Ivy Wheeler
- this is my best friend’s OC for Stranger Things and yes I include her in my work just like she would include Violet
- Face claim: Taylor Swift
- Crushing on Steve Harrington
- Crushed on by Eddie Munson
- Best friends with Violet Knight, Mallory Morris, Alexandria Decker, and Robin Buckley
- Younger teen she’s closest with: Jane “El” Hopper
- 3 Songs that best represents Ivy: State of Grace (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift, Crying Over It All by Waterparks, Call It What You Want by Taylor Swift
Becky Munson
- Face claim: Ashley Frangipane
- Crushing on Chrissy Cunningham
- Best friends with Violet Knight and Robin Buckley
- Younger teen she’s closest with: Will Byer
- 3 Songs that best represents Becky: You Are In Love by Taylor Swift, Delicate by Taylor Swift, Grand Theft Autumn/Where is your boy tonight? by Fall Out Boy
Vanessa “Nessie” Jeong
- Face claim: Zeph
- Love interest: Violet’s brother
- Best friends with Violet Knight
- 3 Songs that best represents Vanessa: 1 Step Forward, 3 Steps Back by Olivia Rodrigo, Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift, Enough for You by Olivia Rodrigo
Eric Henderson
- Face claim: Eric [Redacted] because hes on tumblr now
Kyle Knight
- Face claim: Is a fucking menace to society.
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Fandoms
→ The ❌ emoji means that as much as I am open to write NSFW fics, I don’t write those for marked fandoms/characters. I may write romantic fics for all characters, but I’ll be cautious with younger ones.
→ Every fandom has a note about what I can take into consideration. I try to make my fanfics generic enough to fit with all of the fandom universe, but sometimes the ideas go better with different version of the character (book vs movie, season 1 vs 5, different timelines etc.).
→ I take suggestions for fanfiction (for all listed characters), as well as both character and fandom suggestions.
~ The list will sometimes change. Last update: 29/01/2024.
Current fandoms
Alice in Wonderland
2010 Tim Burton’s movie
Alice Kingsleigh / Tarrant Hightopp / Mirana Crimms / Iracebeth Crimms / Ilosovic Stayne
Animations (Disney/Pixar, Dreamworks, and other) ❌
Anastasia
Anya / Dmitri / Vladimir
Bolt
Penny Forrester
Big Hero 6
Hiro Hamada / Tadashi Hamada / Fred / Go Go / Wasabi / Honey Lemon / aunt Cass
Brave
Merida
Coraline
Coraline / Wybie
Lilo & Stitch
Lilo / Stitch / Nani / David
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Quasimodo / Esmeralda / Phoebus / Clopin
Treasure Planet
Jim Hawkins / John Silver / doctor Doppler / captain Amelia
Back to the Future ❌
first movie of the trilogy
Marty McFly / Emmett Brown / George McFly / Lorraine Baines (McFly)
Chilling Adventures of Sabrina
seasons 1-4
Sabrina Spellman / Ambrose Spellman / Zelda Spellman / Hilda Spellman / Nicholas Scratch / Harvey Kinkle / Prudence Blackwood
Gotham
seasons 1-5
Jim Gordon / Harvey Bullock / Bruce Wayne ❌ / Alfred Pennyworth / Selina Kyle ❌ / Ivy Pepper ❌ / Edward Nygma / Oswald Cobblepot / Barbara Kean / Fish Mooney / Lucius Fox / Lee Thompkins / Butch Gilzean / Victor Zsasz / Theo Galavan / Tabitha Galavan / Jervis Tetch / Jonathan Crane / Jerome Valeska / Jeremiah Valeska
Harry Potter ❌
7 books + 8 movies (original series)
Harry Potter / Hermione Granger / Ron Weasley / Fred Weasley / George Weasley / Ginny Weasley / Bill Weasley / Charlie Weasley / Percy Weasley / Lee Jordan / Neville Longbottom / Luna Lovegood / Seamus Finnigan / Dean Thomas / Oliver Wood / Nymphadora Tonks / Remus Lupin / Severus Snape / Sirius Black / James Potter / Lily Evans
Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)
Phase One movies
Tony Stark / Bruce Banner / Thor / Loki / Steve Rogers / James “Bucky” Barnes / Natasha Romanoff / Clint Barton
Once Upon a Time
season 1
Rumplestiltskin (Mr Gold) / Jefferson (The Mad Hatter) / Snow White (Mary Margaret Blanchard) / David Nolan (Prince Charming) / Ruby Lucas
Pirates of the Caribbean
movies 1-3
Jack Sparrow / Hector Barbossa / Joshamee Gibbs / Will Turner / Elizabeth Swann / James Norrington / Cutler Beckett / Davy Jones / Pintel / Ragetti
Stranger Things
seasons 1-4
Mike Wheeler ❌ / Dustin Henderson ❌ / Lucas Sinclair ❌ / Will Byers ❌ / Eleven Hopper ❌ / Max Mayfield ❌ / Nancy Wheeler / Steve Harrington / Jonathan Byers / Joyce Byers / Jim Hopper / Bob Newby / Murray Bauman / Alexei / Robin Buckley / Eddie Munson / Dmitri Antonov / Martin Brenner
The Alienist
season 1
Laszlo Kreizler / John Moore / Sara Howard / Lucius Isaacson / Marcus Isaacson
The Book Thief ❌
the book + the movie
Liesel Meminger / Rudy Steiner / Max Vandenburg
The Chronicles of Narnia ❌
7 books + 3 Disney movies
Peter Pevensie / Susan Pevensie / Edmund Pevensie / Lucy Pevensie / Caspian X
The End Of The F***ing World ❌
seasons 1-2
Alyssa / James
The Hunger Games
book trilogy + the adaptations + the prequel
Katniss Everdeen / Primrose Everdeen ❌ / Peeta Mellark / Haymitch Abernathy / Johanna Mason / Gale Hawthorne / Finnick Odair / Coriolanus Snow ❌
The Rain
seasons 1-3
Simone Andersen / Rasmus Andersen / Martin / Patrick / Jean / Lea / Beatrice
Possible future fandoms
→ fandoms in italics were recommended to me in some way
American Gods
Dark
Fear Street
Fleabag
Lord of the Rings
Peaky Blinders
Shadow and Bone
The Haunting of the Hill House
The Queen’s Gambit
The Witcher
We Have Always Lived in the Castle
We Hunt The Flame/We Free The Stars
Old fandoms
A Series of Unfortunate Events
Maniac
Ragnarok
The Umbrella Academy
Tribes of Europa
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mid july - one muse riding the other while the tv plays in the background, movie forgotten entirely. With Eddie Munson
maybe inexperienced Eddie Munson, his and the reader's first time pleasee🤲
how many times
hehe ok i hope u like thisss i adore subby eddie <3 tw: SMUT ! (18+) sub!eddie munson ; p in v ;
eddie munson x fem!reader
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The end credits of whatever film you’d chosen to watch that night are rolling as your hips move against Eddie’s, eliciting a strangled, throaty noise from his chest every so often.
“You like that hm?” You punctuate your statement by grazing your teeth against his neck.
He groans and you think you’re in heaven.
There’s a part of you that adores the fact that Eddie doesn’t have much experience, finding a twisted amount of pleasure in knowing you’re the first one to see him like this, his cheeks pink and his eyes glossy. You’re the first one to look down and see where he was sinking into you, the way it made him whine for more when he saw it too. You're the first one to hear the pretty noises too.
Eddie’s chest rises and falls rapidly, a telltale sign of his release nearing and you smile.
“How many times have you wrapped your hand around that fat cock to this thought huh? Be honest honey.”
He makes a noise of agreement, high and pretty in his throat.
“Words, Ed, I need words.”
“S-so many times, fuck—”
His cock twitches inside you and you still for just a moment, just long enough to whisper in his ear. “Your hand can’t get you off like I can, yeah? Your fuckin’ hand can’t make you feel like this.”
He agrees and spills into you with that, his cheeks rosy with the euphoria of his orgasm.
“Only you can.”
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ribs — send me a sfw request (prompts here if u want)
[ TILT ] sender uses two fingers to lift receiver’s chin to look them in the eye w eddie munson 🪽
nice save
hehe ok i hope u like this babe ily!! tw: uhhh pre relationship? ig ; pet names ; not proofread at all <3 (0.3k)
eddie munson x reader
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Eddie’s swaying on his feet with fatigue, exhaustion flooding his body as he lays in bed with you. His eyes are fluttering shut, dark brown lashes kissing the skin above his cheeks. His face pinches with a yawn, nose wrinkling and eyebrows puckered.
Your heart melts.
Eddie notices your expression and he lets out a huff of laughter. Heat rises to your cheeks and you look down, well, as much as you can with your face pressed into a pillow.
His index finger tucks itself under your chin, tilting it up slightly so you were looking at him. You can practically see the gears turning in his head.
“What?”
You and Eddie often have sleepovers, whether it be because you had had an argument with your parents or because Wayne was out of town when he was younger. Along with that you have moments like this every once in a while. Where your friendship with him tips into something more than just that, a friendship.
“You should sleep,” you reply, deflecting to the best of your ability. You weren’t great at it
“So should you, your eyes are shutting as we speak.” His voice is warm and sticky with affection.
“They are not.” You insist. He cheeks split with a grin at your tone, petulant like a child’s
“Tell me what, then.”
“You look tired.” You reply, correcting yourself a moment later when he pouts. “‘S cute I mean.”
Eddie’s lips part for a minute. You’re filled with the overwhelming urge to tell him to shut his mouth unless he wants to swallow a bug, but you decide he looks cute like this; Dazed and confused works for him.
“Nice save.”
“I mean it.” You promise.
“‘M just teasin’ babe. I know.”
You think you could get used to him calling you that.
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Ribs - reader takes care of a sick eddie munson
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freezing
hehe ok this was super fun 2 write i hope u like this !! (0.2k)
eddie munson x reader
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It’s unusually cold in the trailer, at least according to Eddie. Sure, it is winter but normally he didn’t feel the need to be weighed down by 5 blankets in front of a fireplace. He could be sick, of course, but he’s never sick. He refuses to believe it. It’s just cold today and that’s what he’ll go on believing, at least until you get him.
“Eddie,” you voice echoes into the bedroom, “‘s fucking hot in here. What's the temperature?”
He scoffs in disbelief. “Hot? It’s freezing.”
You shrug off your jacket, draping it over the couch before adjusting the dials on the thermostat/
“Eddie, it's 80 degrees.”
He sits up suddenly, “shit.”
You hum in agreement.
“I must’ve turned it up without checking.” He reasons.
Your socked feet shuffle into the bedroom, carpeted floor rubbing against the fabric. Pressing the back of your palm against his forehead, you nod slowly.
“You’re warm.” He shakes his head as if he were dispersing anything you’re implying.
“You’re cold.”
“Eddie.” You scold.
“Baby.” He pouts.
“You’re warm as in, you have a fever.”
“I do not.” He insists, “I don’t get sick.”
A huff of laughter lodges itself in your chest. “Why not?”
“I haven’t been sick since grade school.”
“Poor boy,” You murmur, dragging your thumb over his cheek. “‘S about time then don’t you think?”
“I would’ve been perfectly fine with never getting sick.”
You nod solemnly, “I know, I know. Just take the cough medicine for now, yeah?”
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you've got a fever
a/n: hehe okay i think this was originally written for @pollenallergie ? posted a few months ago. tw: sickness ; cough medicine; him being boyfriend ; (0.5k ish)
eddie munson x fem!reader
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The shooting pain behind your eyes increases when your front door slams shut. Eddie’s voice calls out and you turn out to your stomach, your breath feverishly warm as you groan at the sudden penetration of the room's silence. You normally don’t mind how openly affectionate he is with you, in fact, you encourage it, but today even the sound of your air conditioning seems too loud. He calls out to you again, this time softer as he walks into your bedroom.
“Shit,” he curses, his tone hushed and colored with concern, as he kneels in front of you. He then presses the back of his hand against your forehead, the perspiration sticking to his hand as he remarks, “babe you’ve got a fever.”
A childish whine bubbles in the back of your throat along with the inexplicable urge to reply with a sarcastic remark. However, you control that urge, remembering that Eddie was only trying to help and it’s not his fault you were so irritable right now. Instead, you roll onto your side, facing Eddie and making him smile.
“There’s that face,” his words were fond and soft, “you wanna rest now or later?”
“Later, I think.” Eddie nods at your response before helping you sit up slowly. Your eyes screw shut as you fight off the nausea stirring in your stomach and he seems to notice, stopping his movements immediately. A mix of adoration and concern makes his eyes crinkle in the corner when you finally look back at him.
“Y’alright?”
You nod.
“I’m gonna get you cold medicine ‘kay? Stay right here.” You want to tell him that you couldn’t move if you tried, that your legs feel like jelly, but you decide to keep that to yourself; Eddie’s already concerned enough for you as is. He soon returns with your medicine, staring at the instructions for a few minutes before pouring it into the cap and handing it to you. Your nose crinkles at the strong smell of the cough syrup and you looked up at him.
“Eddie,” you murmured.
“Yeah?” he replied, honey dripping from his tone.
“Do I have to take this?” your bottom lip jutted out, staring at the cap between your fingers like a child would with their vegetables.
“D’you wanna be miserable all night?” You shake your head and press the cap to your lips, sniffling as you gulp down the medicine. You frown at the bitter aftertaste while giving Eddie the cap. He was quiet, staring at you while smiling like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. Of course, if you ask him he’d say you are. He’d say that even though your face was drained of color from the illness, he was waiting for you to finish your medicine so he could kiss you. And he did, pressing his lips against yours and not caring that he was able to taste the cough syrup on your tongue.
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stay still babe 've got you
a/n: if i remember correctly this was my most popular blurb before i deleted my old blog, + i really love it so it feels appropriate for it to be the first thing i repost. oh and i think @bimbobaggins69 and @forevermoreharrington betaed the original ?? idk love them though <3 originally posted a week or two ago? and requested by anon (0.3k)
cw: pet names . suggestive .
Eddie’s thumb dragged across your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth, the pad of his finger resting on your tongue. Your tongue swirled around his finger and he groaned lowly.
“pretty baby,” he whispered, pulling his thumb from your mouth and your lip down ever so slightly, letting it plop back into place before pushing your lips together. The beginning of a whine was bubbling in the back of your throat and Eddie’s lips twitched as he fought a smile. You were cute like this, he thought, he hadn’t even touched you and you were all pathetic for him. For a moment all you could think about was Eddie’s spit slicked fingers on your cheek, the way the smallest of touches had your skin burning, but then he kissed you, and god did it feel like electricity.
“all stupid for me and i haven’t even done anything yet,”
The whine you’d been holding back fell from your lips at his words and he smiled. It was almost like he was mocking you — not almost, he was. And somehow that made you feel dizzy as your mind reeled with the new revelation. Eddie, in the way that he always did, picked up on your train of thought almost immediately.
“you enjoy this, don't you?” A little whimper of his name fell from your tongue, soft and breathy when it reached his ears. Your lack of response seemed to only spur him on. “you like being treated like the stupid thing you are?” The question was rhetorical but you nodded anyway and he laughed. He shifted off of you for just a moment to unbuckle his belt, straddling you again a few moments later.
He searched your eyes for any sliver of discomfort before whispering, “stay still babe ‘ve got you.”
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hi love !!! first i just wanna say ur celebration is so freaking cute!!!!! the little blueberry divider is so adorable oh my goodness <3
anyway !! for ribs can i please request — [ STEAL ] while sharing a meal, sender steals a bite of receiver’s food — with eddie !!!! <3
switch with me
hiii my love i hope this is okay i had soo much fun writing this i'm so sorry this is so short </3 tw: food ; eddie being bf ; nicknames ; (0.2k)
eddie munson x fem!reader
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Eddie has always been one to order something new off of each new menu he comes across, no matter how unappetizing the dish sounds or even if he knew from past experience he wouldn’t enjoy it. Because according to him, each dish deserves a fair chance in my tummy. You don’t argue with that, because how could you? If he wanted to give a fair chance to every dish, who were you to stop him? You can only tell him that if he doesn’t end up liking it, you wouldn’t let him have any of yours.
You always do.
“Ed,” you scold him.
“What?” He replied, the word muffled with the bite of your food he’d taken.
You stare at him, watching him chew and swallow before you burst into a fit of laughter. Eddie joins you, his nose crinkling with the force of it. The other couple in the restaurant is staring at you now, not with any judgment, more so curious of what sort of inside joke the two of you could be sharing right then. You doubt they’d be so interested if you’d explained the situation.
“Eddie,” you pant between fits of giggles. “D’you wanna get your own?”
He pouts. “Part of what makes the food so good is that it’s yours.”
You can’t tell if you find that adorable or not.
“Switch with me then? You eat half and give it back and I’ll do the same with yours.” He nods enthusiastically, sliding his plate over to you. You slide yours back and he starts at it immediately, his cheeks splitting in a grin.
You let him have all of it.
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ribs — [ READ ] sender reads aloud to receiver with eddie munson 🫶🫶
rain or shine
WOO okay i think i really like this one? roma req 2/4 i hope u like this sweet <3 tw: implied insomnia? eddie being the sweetest <3 (0.4k)
eddie munson x reader
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You can’t sleep. It’s not a new thing, Eddie’s used to it by now, you’d call him in the early morning, apologizing profusely for bothering him and he’d tell you to come over, and offer to pick you up because it’s so late. You’d say no, tell him it’s too late and that you’d walk over yourself, that you’d be fine, and that you’d be at his in 5, not giving him a chance to object.
He’d wait for you on the top step of the trailer, rain or shine, curly hair tied back, and a pair of thin wire glasses resting on his nose making his sleepy eyes look bigger. You’d smile and the sight, pretty brown eyes meeting yours as you scolded him for waiting outside, telling him that he’d get sick if he continued this. He’d lie, quite obviously, and tell you that he was just getting some air and you’d smile, stepping over him and pulling him inside.
Both of you would then go to lie down and Eddie’s voice would be low as you stare at the ceiling, your vision clouding at the edges with fatigue. His chest would vibrate against your cheek with each word from his lips, as he told you about his day, about his next campaign, anything and everything he could think of. Anything to get you to relax. Anything to get you to rest.
Eventually, you’d get frustrated with yourself, angry that your body didn’t want to cooperate, annoyed that you were dragging Eddie along with you. The boy would then get up a little too quickly, your chin knocking against his, and he’d look for the nearest book and flashlight, knocking over things on his nightstand in the process. He’d find them and flip to a random page, laying back down with the light in his other hand. He would then start reading, stopping only when your breathing evened out and you let out soft snores. Stopping only when you relaxed into him in your sleep.
There’d be an imprint of his shirt on your cheek the next morning, and you’d rub the indents in your skin before touching the fabric of Eddie’s shirt, apologizing again to the boy for bothering him the previous night. He’d shush you, still half asleep, before yawning and pulling you back into him. You’d succumb to sleep like it was the easiest thing in the world.
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・❥・ tea — send me a blurb request / headcannon (inspo here and here)
omg maybe “i made some cookies. would you like some” from the neighbors to lovers prompt list with eddie munson pleeaseee🤞😭
come on in, sweetheart
a/n: wooo i hope u like this i love neighbor eddie <3 <3
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The longer you stared at the timer the slower time seemed to become, the ticks of the small hand becoming fewer and farther between as you turned on the oven light to check on the state of your cookies. If things continued the way they are now it seemed like they would need an extra ten minutes, just to make sure they were fully baked and you wouldn’t be feeding your new neighbor raw dough. So you sat there, turning the oven lights back on whenever they switched off automatically, your eyelashes fluttering as you stared at the tray inside.
Had you done something wrong? You’d followed the recipe down to the last letter.
The oven alarm went off seconds later, startling you from your thoughts. Opening the oven door, you picked up the tray without a second thought.
shit
The pain shooting through your arm was blinding. You dropped the cookie tray onto the counter just as quickly as you’d picked it up. Running your hand under the tap, you touched the now-tender skin of your palm gingerly, wincing at the slight sting.
It’s fine, you decided, taking out a bowl from your cabinet. It really wasn’t that serious of a burn. The way your skin prickled when it made contact with the glass directly contradicted that statement, but you chose to ignore it, instead placing the cookies into the bowl one by one.
The chill of your door knob was a welcome one, soothing the sting for a split second as you stepped outside your house and into the summer heat. Your stomach churned as you started the 15-second journey to your neighbor's house, your shoes slightly dragging on the pavement.
You stopped in front of the door and for a second you hesitated, wondering whether it was really worth it to try and get to know your neighbor. But before you could turn around the door opened, revealing Eddie behind it. His hair was tied up, leaving the stark veins of his neck on display. You didn’t mean to stare, really, but you couldn’t help it, the clear contrast of the green veins against his skin catching your eye.
He interrupted the beginning of your thought process, “D’you want something?”
“I made these,” you breathed, flicking your eyes back to his own.
“Figured,” Your confidence was slowly slipping with each monotone response he offered you.
“And I was wondering if you wanted any?”
“They chocolate chip?”
You shook your head, “Plain chocolate, that an issue?”
The door swung open and he smiled, “Come on in, sweetheart.”
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mid july — while driving home after a date, they get too impatient and pull into a parking lot to have sex with eddie!! absolutely reeeellling over this idea
a minute too long
hehe ok this is roma req 4/4 i hope u like this babe <;3 tw: smut (18+) ; handjob ; pet names ; (0.3k)
eddie munson x fem!reader
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There’s a nerve under Eddie’s eye, twitching in tandem with the quiet tick of the blinker. It seems to become more prominent every time you hike your hand up his thigh, his pupils dilating as he does the same to you, the heel of his palm still on the steering wheel.
“Honey.” His voice is whiney. Desperate. “S’only a minute till we’re home.”
A minute too long.
You’re both thinking about it. Which is why it didn’t surprise you when Eddie pulls into a parking lot, turning to you as soon as he parks the car.
“Thought we were almost home.” You tease. His cheeks split in a grin.
“We were.” He replies, pulling off his shirt and tousling his hair along with it.
Eddie’s thumb slips underneath the hem of your blouse, looking for your approval before slipping it off of you, cold air hitting your bare skin. His attention is immediately drawn to your chest, his thumb grazing over your nipple and coaxing a hitch in your breath.
“You liked that hm?” His tongue smooths over the bud, teeth barely grazing you, pinching the other between his middle and marriage fingers as he looks for your approval. “This good?”
“Shit,” you whine, nodding. “Eddie?”
He hums, pressing his lips to your sternum. You press your palm to the prominent bulge in his jeans, dark fabric stained just a bit darker where his precums leaked through. He exhales harshly.
“Take me out then.” His voice is rough. Strained with lust and the need to hold himself back. Your goal is to get rid of the latter.
You do, quicker than you think you will really. As soon as your skin makes contact with his Eddie’s noises become incoherent. Pretty whines, all high and breathy. His lips meet yours suddenly and you swallow his moans, your hand working up and down his cock as you do so, pausing at the telltale twitch of the shaft to let him spill into your hand.
Your tongue presses flat against your palm, tasting him as he sinks down in front of you, now eye level with your panties.
“Your turn huh honey?”
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