#i had to repost this because it took me 78 years to find it again but

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

down on luck.

premise: you win a bet that eddie is more than happy to lose.

pairing: eddie munson x (f)reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: eighteen+ content, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, illusions to sex, barest amount of dirty talk.

etc: just a disclaimer i only know the bare minimum of d&d therefore there’s the bare minimum of mentioning of it in here, which means if i got the verbiage wrong pretend you didn’t see it ok thanks lmao.

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8,175 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

#4

omg i saw that tik tok about the explicit graphic novels in eddie's room earlier today and my brain went WEE WOO WEE WOO 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

it killed me, i am dead, who was i before this knowledge??!! i’m a new brand of whore because of this man i swear ok i can’t be tamed, hence this filthy thot!

dirty magazines

premise: upon finding one of eddie’s dirty magazines you find out something new about yourself.

pairing: eddie munson x (f)reader

warnings: eighteen+ content, mentions of sex and light choking.

part two

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8,625 notes - Posted July 16, 2022

#3

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9,198 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

#2

rainbow in the dark

premise: there’s so many things the both of you could say to each other about what happened that night, the night you almost lost eddie for good, forever. but words are hard to form, hard to get out, so kisses and touches become your words, saying all that needs to be said.

pairing: eddie munson x (f)reader

word count: 9.6k

warnings: eighteen+ content, fix it fic therefore there’s vol 2 spoilers, established relationship, porn with plot, soft!rough sex, dry humping, m receiving oral, unprotected sex, spanking, dirty talk, praising, comfort, fluff, trauma, our boy graduates, mentions of scars and blood, weed, group bonding, time jumps and flashbacks, hawkins doesn’t split and el fixes everything basically.

etc: this is a duffer brothers hate account. i literally rewrote the timeline, months it took place in the show are changed, and miscellaneous character things because fuck it.

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9,969 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

this is your daily reminder to write that fic! who cares if it’s a dying fandom, bring it back to life! who cares if you only have a sentence, you’ll get there don’t give up! who cares if it’s a self indulgent fic, we love to see it! who cares if it’s an overdone trope, you’re making it unique in your writing style! who cares if it takes you a month to write a fic and then you dip, you’re still writing and sharing your work and that’s what matters! who cares if you write for yourself and never post it, you’re still writing and getting your ideas down and that matters just as much as if you posted it! just keep writing, you got this <3

13,537 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

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#not my most rbed acc being myself difhsiuh stop #why am i so embarrassing omg #that jq brainrot hit hard and i pray it never plagues me again lamsdjs #year in review #your tumblr year in review #tw long post

[stfredsa]

HC / DESIRES etc.

TW : sex work / forced prostitution, abuse, general n.sfw themes .

although everyone and their mother knows about fred’s issues with INTIMACY / PHYSICAL CLOSENESS in a romantic sense, she is actually a VERY sexual person. not only because sex ( and flirting, seduction in general ) is one of the only languages she actually feels comfortable using for the comfort of CLOSENESS ( she desperately yearns to have someone close, but the commitment of it terrifies her: hence casual sex as a mean to gain WARMTH without holding the responsibility of it ), but also because her ENJOYMENT of it is still somewhat new : as if sex as FREDDIE DAWSON ( sought because of her own pleasure and on her own initiative ) was something entirely different from sex as FREDDIE GALLAGHER / DICKINSON ( imposed upon her / pleasure expected FROM her, very seldom given ). it means she’s also still discovering what she’s into and what she dislikes ( it also means she’s open to pretty much all forms of experimenting, as long as it isn’t outright DANGEROUS or crossing hard limits ).

first off, she’s not opposed to ROUGHNESS, in fact prefers it when things get a little nasty and there’s just a bit of bruises in the morning. it has to be ULTRA-CONSENSUAL, of course, but it’s fair to say she likes to PLAY ROUGH. she’s feisty, too — she couldn’t be qualified as just a “ sub ” because, as much as she likes to let her partners take control, she really dislikes being docile / lying back. freddie likes to “ leave a mark ” — be it biting or scratching, having sex with her is not a calm experience, by a long shot. 

( anyone who knows of her past might think she’d prefer her partners to be extremely delicate — that’s not her preference at all, as reclaiming her sexual activity has helped her gain at least a shade of STRENGTH back, and being made to feel like she’s “fragile” only ends up pissing her off. she VENTS a lot of her feelings through sex, and needs it to be somewhat cathartic to truly appreciate it. plus, surprisingly enough, sex with jimmy was SCARCE — he’d often enjoy saying she was ‘spoiled goods’ / ‘not worthy of being fucked’ and sleep with someone else instead. when he did, in fact, have sex with her, he seemed to only want to do it out of pity, out of an obligation of sorts — occasional partners who are this GENTLE with her just remind her of what he used to say, and it makes her angry to no end. of course, with deeply committed relationships, this can change, and SOFTNESS, paired with closeness / firmness, is something she can actually appreciate. soft emotional sex that’s intense more because of the feelings involved rather than her partner being actually delicate is ALWAYS encouraged ).

although she’s into SOME aspects of b.dsm ( being told what to do, or having someone control her movements ) there are some she wouldn’t touch with a ten feet pole, i.e. anything that has to do with corporal punishment, especially slaps / smacking, paddling, etc. even more, she absolutely LOATHES being restrained and will call out her safeword whenever a partner suggests binding her in any form. 

this will be part of a bigger headcanon too, but NAME CALLING is also absolutely a hard limit for her. PET NAMES, on the other hand, will absolutely make her come undone in a second.

she’s REALLY into giving oral. like, really. it might have a few psychological factors in it, how she only truly feels satisfied when pleasing people in any form, but it’s a kind of sexual act that she offers FREELY to her partners, never really has to be solicited ( and, truth be told, she’s quite spectacular at it ). on the other hand, she has barely ever received oral — and never to completion.

a good indicator of how much she’s enjoying herself is the noise she makes. she’s usually extremely QUIET, bites down her lips almost to the point of bleeding in order to not let out a sound ( in the beginning it was a way for her to never betray sexual pleasure when she was working at the motel — afterwards, beginning to work as a bartender and often entertaining quickies in the restrooms, it just became a necessity ). when she’s REALLY enjoying herself, however, freddie can be LOUD — there’s a specific threshold few people have ever passed where she loses herself completely and would probably need to be shut up ‘cause, like, really.

although choking is another hard limit ( read this for an explanation, warning : mentions of abuse / domestic abuse ), with partners she’s REALLY close to emotionally, a hand on her neck might just drive her over the edge — not pressing, not choking, just lying around her neck. sort of a reminder that they see her weaknesses, and they won’t take advantage of them — that she’s safe.

she’s BIG on foreplay and actually greatly enjoys everything leading up to the act itself, especially kissing / making out.

actually, she’s also a HUGE TEASE and enjoys making her partners uneasy / horny in public FAR too much. ( but she also enjoys being teased to death, so ).

with occasional partners, she tends to LEAVE or kick them out as soon as they’re both finished. occasionally she’ll allow someone to stay over for the night but then tends to still kick them out as soon as the sun rises, just so there is no misunderstanding. when it comes to people she actually has feelings for ( once she’s actually addressed and acknowledged this feelings, so it happens once every 122 years really ), she really enjoys cuddling / sleeping in / general morning shenanigans. again: make out sessions are really her favorite, especially in the morning.

she can get… creative with locations. big on beds, of course, but also cars, restrooms, the kitchen, the washing machine, an alley, honestly — take your pick. she doesn’t mind.

this is part of a larger set of hcs so i’ll only mention it in passing but if you have sex with her and she smiles often, laughs often, teases you and is playful more than anything? yeah, that means she’s head over heels.

#HC —— sometimes i feel like an inland ocean. #FILE —— maybe i've always been more comfortable in chaos. #nsft / #abuse / #ptsd / #i had to repost this because it took me 78 years to find it again but #it's relevant to this day

[theweasleysredhair]

Distracted [F.W.]

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 2628

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Fred Weasley is hot and boy, does he know it.

WARNINGS: it’s a lil spicy, read with caution. a couple of saucy comments, just the usual with fred idk.

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Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: i am really feeling fred atm, so here’s an extremely self-indulgent freddie thirst fic for all my lovelies who are also irrevocably in love with him - enjoy!

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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Fred Weasley knew just how to get under your skin. It was a skill he had, a talent of knowing exactly what to do to get you hot and bothered, especially when you weren’t expecting it. It was especially frustrating when you couldn’t do anything about it, considering you were stuck in limbo between being friends and being more, and whilst you liked the lingering stares and longing touches, you couldn’t help but want more with him.

You had hoped he would’ve asked you to the Yule Ball last year - in fact, everyone was insistent that he would - but then he’d asked Angelina instead, which was hard to watch - George had laughed with his brother, but had grabbed your hand under the table in comfort - and made you doubt Fred actually returned your feelings at all.

Despite this, you’d actually ended up going to the ball with an extremely cute Durmstrang boy yourself, so you weren’t completely complaining, and of course, Fred had actually ended the night with you in his arms, dancing to the musical stylings of The Weird Sisters. It was also the night of your first - and only - kiss with Fred, under the stars in the Courtyard, in front of the fountain.

It was perfect, and you thought maybe things would change between you, maybe you’d be more, however when he didn’t act any different, never mentioned it again, you decided to keep quiet about it too.

In fact, you’d been pretty good at keeping your feelings under wrap since then. Of course, everyone knew how you felt - or at the very least, suspected - but no one said a word (besides Hermione, who you’d confessed everything to after she’d asked about it, knowing she wouldn’t say a word but also that she wouldn’t stop asking until she knew the truth).

And you were fine. Everything was fine. Until you got invited to the Burrow a few weeks before summer ended, and when you’d arrived after a month or so of not seeing Fred, you’d felt winded at his first smile of greeting, and felt your heart beating out of your chest when he’d pulled you into a hug, holding you against him as you buried your face into the jumper he was wearing at the time.

His hair had been cut since you’d last seen him on the Hogwarts Express, and whilst you’d liked the long hair - had enjoyed the way it had felt as you ran your hands through it that one time you’d kissed him - you couldn’t help how attracted you were to him with shorter hair, constantly feeling the urge to tug at it whenever you saw him.

He looked especially good when his hair was all tousled, windswept - exactly like it was as you watched him sitting on his broomstick outside as he waited for his siblings to be ready to play a last practise game of Quidditch before you’d all be leaving for 12 Grimmauld Place before the school year started back up again.

You were sat at a table in the kitchen underneath the large window overlooking the garden, giving you a perfect view of the sunshine and your friends playing Quidditch. Also a perfect view of Fred wearing a tight t shirt, holding his beater’s bat behind his neck, resting it on his shoulder blades as he showed off his biceps and laughed as Ron nearly fell off his broom due to a particularly sharp dig from Ginny’s elbow.

They’d asked if you or Hermione wanted to join, however you knew you wouldn’t be much use playing Quidditch when Fred was being as distracting as his was, and besides, you had a Herbology project to work on. Hermione had also elected not to play, not having much of an interest in playing Quidditch, and instead resided in her room with a book she’d borrowed from Molly.

You glanced out of the window as the boys flew up on their broomsticks, letting the quaffle, snitch and bludgers fly out, immediately beginning to play. You’d always loved watching Quidditch at Hogwarts, cheering for your house and the excitement and thrills that came with it. There was always an added element when you knew that Fred was playing too.

He was a good beater - possibly the best in Hogwarts, tied with George - his actions fluid as he flew around the air with ease, practicing new strategies and working on his skills after a school year of being unable to play due to the Triwizard Tournament taking over.

You watched his arms clench as he hit the bludgers away, his hands grasping the bat in a way you wanted him to grasp you. Something about the way he flew around and hit the bludgers so easily made you sigh contently as you set your quill to one side, forgetting about your project.

The exercise coupled with the midday August heat meant practise didn’t last too long - much to your dismay - but enough to make Fred sweaty, clearly breathing heavily as he jumped off his broom and grabbed a water of bottle he’d discarded to one side before playing.

He downed nearly half the bottle, before wafting his t shirt a little to cool himself down, then suddenly, as if someone had taken one of your daydreams and brought it to life, he lifted the bottle and tipped it over his head, the water cascading down his hair and face.

You watched as if it were in slow motion, the water drenching his already tight-fitting t shirt, the fabric clinging to the outline of his abs as he closed his eyes and let the water cool him down.

His biceps clenched as he brought his arm back down again, and you were once again brought to the attention of his hands gripping the bottle, gaze following along his forearms as you stared at the veins protruding.

Your mouth dropped a little, heart pounding as you watched water droplets fall down his face and collarbone, as he opened his eyes and ran a hand through his now wet hair sticking to his forehead, trying to mess it up a little more.

He then pulled up the bottom of his t shirt to wring out the excess water, exposing his abdomen and suddenly you forgot how to function, barely being able to breathe as you took in the sight.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked as she entered the kitchen and wandered by your table, noticing your faraway look and the fact you hadn’t actually started your project yet. She grabbed some leftover food from the counter and turned to look at you.

“Fred Weasley is what’s wrong,” you grumbled, turning away from watching him reluctantly, “He’s infuriating... ly good looking.”

Hermione shook her head with a soft smile, “I really don’t know what you see in him.”

Thoughts of Fred wearing a wet t shirt danced through your mind as you swallowed harshly. “I don’t know either,” you lied.

“Well, let me know if you want any help with your project - I’ve finished mine,” Hermione offered as she headed out of the kitchen. You called out a “Thank you!” to her retreating form as your attention was pulled back to the eldest twin outside.

He was laughing at something someone had said, before he began making his way towards the back door, which so happened to be near where you were sitting.

Your heart was pounding as he entered the room, you averting your gaze from him as you pretended you were looking at anything but him.

“Like what you saw?” His voice suddenly rang out through the room. You looked over at him - it taking all your effort to not stare at the way his shirt was clinging to him - and cleared your throat, blinking up at him innocently.

“Excuse me?”

“Noticed you watching me outside, especially at the end. Darling, do you find me pouring water down myself attractive?” Fred replied with a cheeky grin shot in your direction, before heading over to a high cabinet and grabbing a glass out, filling it from the tap.

“I didn’t even notice,” you shook your head adamantly, sneakily staring at the way his drenched t shirt accentuated the way the muscles in his back moved.

Fred’s smug expression as he turned around told you he didn’t believe you in the slightest, “Are you sure? Because it definitely seemed like you were enjoying the view.”

“Don’t be daft, I’ve been here working on my Herbology project,” you gestured to the parchment in front of you, gulping as you realised you still hadn’t actually written a word down, much less even opened your textbook.

Fred smirked as he noticed this, bringing his glass of water to his lips slowly as he took a sip, “You do realise windows work two ways, right love?”

And indeed, this had been a fact you’d forgotten, in your distracted haze. You felt your heart beating faster as you hoped - prayed - he was just playing around and didn’t actually look up to see you ogling him from the window. How embarrassing.

“I am aware of that, yes,” you nearly stuttered, hoping you came across nonchalantly but knowing by the grin widening on his face that you’d failed.

“So you know I could see you checking me out, right? All your staring,“ he teased, running a hand through his wet hair and making you forget where you were for a moment.

“I wasn’t staring at you,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, “I was staring at George.”

“Oh yeah? If that’s true, what colour shirt was George wearing?”

You knew he knew he had you with that, as your mind went blank. Because truthfully, the only person you’d been staring at was, in fact, Fred, and you hated that he was extremely aware of that.

“Green?” You guessed, hoping your guess was miraculously correct. Watching as Fred grinned at you knowingly, you knew immediately you’d gotten it wrong.

“Red,” he corrected and you sighed helplessly.

You stood up to face him properly, pushing your hair back out of your face as you looked up at him. Fred’s eyes travelled down your frame for a few seconds, him absent-mindedly biting his lip at the sight of you.

He blinked, taking in the sight of you wearing denim shorts, fitted to your thighs - thighs he wanted wrapped around him - and his breath caught in his throat as he realised the light coloured shirt you were wearing, knotted at your waist and showing a slither of your stomach, was in fact his.

He found himself distracted, vaguely aware that you were speaking to - or rather, ranting at - him, as he stared at you, before zoning back in just as he heard you say, “I mean, what would you do if I suddenly grabbed a bottle of water and poured it over me?”

Images began flying through his head. There were a lot of things he would do, most of which involved him pressed against you and his hands all over you, preferably with you moaning his name.

“Maybe you should do it and find out,” he said completely seriously, wanting nothing more than to watch as you poured water down yourself.

You rolled your eyes, albeit feeling a tad flustered, “Can you just... change your shirt please.”

“Why, is something distracting you, love?” He asked almost innocently, tilting his head to one side - almost as if in concern, however his cocky grin told you that he knew exactly what he was doing.

You gulped, not being able to stop your eyes from wandering down to his clenched abs, covered by the wet material of his t shirt yet not leaving much to the imagination. He, of course, noticed this and saw an opportunity to tease you even more.

“Well, if you really want me out of this shirt...” he sighed playfully and shook his head with a smile, before placing his glass down and grabbing the bottom of his shirt, and pulling it - slowly - off of him.

You watched as the fabric pulled from his skin, knowing he was doing it on purpose yet not being able to turn away, your mouth dropping a little as he exposed his toned torso, shorts hanging low on his hips.

You felt your mouth go dry, eyes widening a little, both mentally cursing and proposing to him just from this sight alone.

He pulled the shirt over his head and ran a hand through his hair again, and you fought the urge to dramatically collapse back into the chair behind you as he smirked at you.

This boy was going to be the death of you.

“Fred,” you spoke warningly, forcing yourself to look back up to his eyes - which, unfortunately for you, were just as distracting.

“Y/n,” he replied with a cheeky grin, leaning back against the counter, his hands gripping onto the counter sides, making the veins in his forearms pop out, and you swore you lost the ability to breathe in that moment.

“I mean it.”

“What? I’m not doing anything,” he pretended to be innocent, “It’s too hot to wear a t shirt at the moment.”

“You’re too hot,” you mumbled under your breath, then cleared your throat, hoping he didn’t quite catch what you said. When he didn’t react, you assumed he hadn’t and continued on, “You know exactly what you’re doing. You’re insufferable.”

Fred stepped closer to you, enjoying the way your breath hitched as his hand reached out to hold your waist. He then leant forward, his face centimetres from yours, a smirk gracing his lips as his tongue darted out across his bottom lip, “You know you love me.”

“Oh do I now?” You moved a little closer, looking up into his eyes as he moved his lips subconsciously towards yours. “Yeah,” he confirmed, nodding a little, eyes half-lidded, “You do.”

He paused for a moment, his free hand reaching to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear as he cupped your jaw, “And I love you.”

“Do you?” You whispered as his lips brushed against yours gently.

“Course I do,” he mumbled, looking at you softly before pressing his lips properly against yours, the hand on your waist squeezing a little before moving to rest against the small of your back, pushing you towards him to ensure there was no space left between you.

His lips moved against yours roughly, his tongue licking into your mouth as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down towards you. His hands guided themselves to hold the back of your thighs, just under your bum, and you only just heard the “Jump.” that he’d muttered against you, before you did as he said.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and he sat you on the table beside your long-forgotten project, him leaning you back on said table ever so slightly as he gripped your hips. One of your hands moved to lay flat on his bare chest, the other running through his still-damp hair and tugging a little just as you’d imagined.

He pulled away, breathing heavily as he continued to press kisses to your lips, moving down your jaw and towards your neck.

“Still want me to put a shirt back on?” He grinned against your skin. “Nah,” you bit your lip as he kissed just under your ear, before moving to grab his hands in yours, jumping off the table and pulling him towards the stairs, aiming to head towards his bedroom,

“I’d rather just take mine off instead.”

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