Jim Hopper Railing You On His Office Desk After Everyone Has Left🫣

so hear me out. semi popular, but shy, reader and eddie munson. now when i say semi popular i mean like good social status but not cheerleader level or nothing. so one day you approach the hellfire club sans eddie. hand them a note and tell them to pass it onto the dungeon master. it’s a meeting request for either your car, the courtyard, or the woods at the end of the day. so he comes and he’s got his little lunchbox with the drugs and he’s ready to make you a deal and you shyly tell him like “no i just… will you take my virginity?” and he’s shocked as fuck but goddamn if he’d say no to those bright wide “fuck me” eyes you’re giving him. he’s quick to give in. and then that weekend he’s got you pressed against his mattress practically feeding your cunt his cock. stretching you so wide and ravishing in the pretty sounds you let out and the pretty tears falling from your eyes as he stares at where your bodies connect, where your sweet little virgin cunt is crying for him. and every sound you let out he murmurs “i know pretty girl. feels so good huh? yeah baby let it out i gotcha. there it is. there’s my good girl” he absolutely makes you cum more than once. he’ll pull three orgasms out of you before he even thinks about cumming. then when you’re spent, he lets you cuddle up to him, fall asleep on his chest tracing his tattoos. and he prays to god this isn’t the last time he’ll be buried balls deep in that cunt. cus he still has so much he wants to do to you. and so many ways he wants to corrupt you. k bye bye noa love you so much!! 🫶🏽

- secret (apparently extremely horny) moot 🤭🤭

TJIS GAVE ME SO MANY BUTTERFLIES HOLY FUCK THIS IS GOOD thank you secret apparently extremely horny moot i love u

2 things:

yes, please go nsfw on the ring thought

can i be 💍 anon?

yes you can!! welcome baby and what are your pronouns? <3

here are some nsfw hcs about eddie’s rings 👀

so imagine heavily making out with Eddie, his hands slowly going under your shirt, feeling the cold touch of his metal rings on your skin giving you goosebumps, which causes you to wince for a moment as you need to adjust to the cold feeling oh and he loves seeing you wince like that, the little shit

or him fingering you as deep as he can, while you feel the cold metal on your core which adds even more to the pleasure you’re feeling. his warm hands all over your body and fingers deep inside you while simultaneously feeling his cold rings on you makes you feel so good every time, and he knows it all too well

and during sex, when he’s on top of you, feeling his hot breath on your neck and ear while his hand creeps from your stomach, to your boobs and slowly to your neck. you aren’t sure what to even focus on at this point, the pleasure of him thrusting so deep inside of you, hitting that one spot or the familiar feeling of his cold rings all over your body, which still makes you wince every time. his hand wraps around your neck, making you see stars as he whispers “holy shit, you look so beautiful like this” into your ear with a deep voice… 😮‍💨

blood lust — poly!steddie

pairing: ghostface!eddie munson x fem!reader x ghostface!steve harrington

warnings: smut, threesome, vaginal sex, double penetration, anal sex, cursing, brief knife play, blood, mask kink, established polyamorous relationship, mentions of murder, possessive behavior, hair pulling, praising, degrading, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving), voyeurism, masturbation, creampie, squirting, spanking, dubcon

word count: 3.8k

summary: some people had trouble understanding that you were theirs, so your boyfriends felt the need to remind them, as well as you.

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“Finally” you sighed and plopped down on the couch, finally able to unwind after a long day at school. Given that your exams were coming up and you hadn't prepared all that much, you were busier than usual, but you had decided to rest tonight and put schoolwork and studying on hold.

After being unable to for some time, you wanted to watch some tv tonight so you took the remote control from the table and turned it on. A news channel popped on automatically, and the announcer shared some quite unsettling news: “Attention to all citizens of Hawkins; there is a murderer on the loose. Although the precise number of victims has not yet been determined, we firmly advise that you lock all of your doors and windows as well as stay inside after 8 p.m”.

You chuckled and were about to zap to a different channel when you saw something flashing past the window in the corner of your eye, making you flinch as you turned your head around instantly. You momentarily froze with a confused frown on your face, but you quickly figured it must have been a bird, so you returned your focus to the tv. You brushed it off before noticing something in the corner of your eye once again. With a puzzled expression on your face, you quickly turned the tv off and walked over to your house's large glass sliding door. You tried to peer through the glass by pressing your forehead against it and using your hands to block the light from inside out, yet it was still too dark to see anything.

You took a deep breath and slowly but warily pulled the door open to take a look at what you saw. When you were greeted by a chilly night breeze and could only hear the sounds of nearby cars, you wanted to turn around and go back inside, but before you could do so, you gasped as felt the smooth fabric of gloves around your exposed waist and the cold and sharp touch of a knife on your throat, causing your heart to race in fear as you desperately tried to escape.

“Hi sweetheart” you sighed in relief when you heard the familiar voice and giggle of your boyfriend Eddie while his gloved hands gently squeezed your waist.

“Sorry to scare you” your other boyfriend Steve whispered with a deep voice into your ear, slowly lowering the knife that he held against your throat. You turned around and saw the boys standing in front of you wearing their white masks and black robes— their usual outfits for when they kill.

It was still strange to think about sometimes— you, dating two killers. It certainly was in the beginning, especially since you were supposed to be on the never-ending list of victims. But they fell for you, and weirdly enough, you for them. Consequently, their relationship turned into a polyamorous one.

Now, you are their everything. They would go endless ways to protect you, to keep you safe and secure. Not that you wouldn’t do the same. On the nights when they come back from killing, you’re waiting for them, ensuring they have erased all evidence of their crimes and, if the victims were able to defend themselves, aiding them in treating their wounds.

“Idiots! Don’t do that to me!” you annoyingly yelled as they both raised their masks, glaring at you with mischievous smiles on their blood-covered faces.

“Jesus, what did I tell you about not being messy when killing? Also, how did you guys even manage to get it under the mask?” you asked bewildered before hitting both of them on the back of their heads.

“Steve’s fault” “Hey, that’s not fair! You were-“ “You know what? I don’t care! I’m going to change into my pyjamas” you interrupted, stomping away from them to go upstairs and change into a different outfit.

The three of you had a movie night planned. As a result of all the killing they’ve been doing, you had been feeling lonely and wanted to do something fun with the three of you, so after a few pouty faces and whining they finally agreed. Of course, they would. They rarely ever refused you, especially if you used your, according to them, ‘adorable whiny voice’.

You walked upstairs and removed your make-up in the bathroom before heading to your bedroom, grabbing your pyjamas. You sat down on your bed and were about to take off your shirt when you felt a hand wrap around your ankle, making you jump up in the air as you screamed before hearing Eddie’s laugh coming from beneath the bed.

“Asshole!” you shouted at him as Steve came running up the stairs soon after.

“What happened?” he asked worriedly, before seeing Eddie crawling from under your bed as you stood next to it with a pouty face.

“Eddie scared me” you said softly before walking over to Steve and wrapping your arms around his body. He embraced you and gave you small kisses on your head while secretly high-fiving Eddie behind your back.

After they went back downstairs, you hastily changed into your pyjamas and ran downstairs excitedly to watch a horror movie Steve brought from Family Video. All of you settled down on the couch, both boys on either side of you with a cosy blanket covering you. The movie just started, when you heard the doorbell ring. You frowned before remembering it was your classmate who had unintentionally taken your book instead of his own home, and he had promised to deliver it to your house. Both Eddie and Steve looked at you instantly, a concerned look on their faces.

“Don’t worry, It’s someone from school. I’ll be right back” you explained as you kissed both boys and stood up. You walked to the door and opened it to see Jason Carver standing in the doorway, a charming smile on his face and your book in his hand.

“Hi Jason, thanks for bringing the book” you greeted, extending your arm to take the book from him. You wanted to be quick about it, knowing that Steve and Eddie, especially Eddie, didn’t get along with Jason. Not only that, it was obvious that Jason had a thing for you, secretly flirting with you when Steve and Eddie weren’t around.

“No problem, beautiful” he said with a smirk, causing your eyes to widen as you swiftly turned around to see whether anyone heard him.

“What? Your boyfriends are here? I’m sure they won’t mind me talking to you” oh but they will. They will. Your arm was still in the air, anxiously waiting for him to give you the book.

“You know I would treat you so much better than both of them”

“Just, give me the book” he chuckled as he handed you your book.

“I brought you something else as well” he said as he held a box in his hands, “chocolate cupcakes”

You were about to grab the cupcakes when you heard footsteps behind you, causing your heart to race. Jason’s face shifted to one of rage as Steve leaned against the door opening and Eddie stood on the other side of you, snatching the box of cupcakes out of Jason’s hands.

“Hey— those are not for you!” Jason said aggravatedly but Eddie simply ignored him and only focused on the box in his hands. Jason looked at him furiously as he pulled out a cupcake and took a large bite out of it, “Hmm, these are delicious!” Eddie exclaimed, handing Steve one as well. Steve’s eyes didn’t leave Jason for a second, flashing him an intimidating and angry look.

“Alright. Thanks for the cupcakes but you can leave now” Eddie said, his mouth stuffed with the cupcake as he tried to slam the door shut but Jason stopped it with his hand. His face displayed a troubled expression as his head leaned a little closer to yours.

“Just, be careful Y/n. There’s a killer out there” Jason said genuinely, as far as you could tell.

“I think she will alright” Steve said as he closed the door, “Idiot”.

You all walked back to the couch, Eddie still stuffing himself with cupcakes. There was a tense mood and it was quiet—too quiet. Eddie was busy eating the cupcakes but Steve, on the other hand, sat on the couch and stared at you with a serious and emotionless expression, making you feel nervous before he abruptly stood up.

“I have to go. I forgot I needed to help Robin with something. I’ll be back soon” Steve stated as he hastily put his shoes on and grabbed his jacket. He kissed the both of you goodbye and walked through the door, leaving you confused but you shrugged it off.

You ate the remaining cupcakes together with Eddie while you were laying with your head on his lap. After a while, the both of you ate all the cupcakes but Steve was still nowhere to be seen.

“Steve’s taking too long. I want to watch movies” you pouted, gazing up at Eddie through your lashes.

“I’ll go help him” he responded as he ran his thumb over your lips to clean off the icing. You rose up from his lap and watched him put on his shoes and jacket before giving you a kiss.

“You should stay here. There’s a killer on the loose, you know” he said with a smile as he winked before walking out the door, leaving you alone in your house.

After waiting impatiently for about an hour for both of them to return, you ultimately settled down to watch movies on your own with a glass of wine. You were fixated on the television screen as a tense and frightening scene was playing. You tried to grab the glass of wine from beside you but you were so focused on the screen that you instead knocked it over and spilled it all over yourself.

“Oh fuck!” you quietly cursed to yourself as your white shirt was now stained with red wine. Your shirt was drenched so you immediately took it off, leaving you in your bra and pyjama shorts. You cleaned the couch as thoroughly as you could with a wet cloth before hearing the phone ring, causing a frown to appear on your face in confusion. Throwing the cloth aside, you walked to the phone and picked it up.

“Tsk tsk, dumb girl, spilling wine all over herself” the person on the other line remarked, their voice altered using a voice changer. You grinned as you recognized him as one of your two boyfriends—most likely Steve based on the way he spoke.

“Hmm, you look so good in that black bra though” he said, causing you to feel butterflies in your stomach.

“Thank you, anonymous caller” you joked with a giggle.

“You know, I think you also have spilled some on your shorts. You should probably take those off as well” you looked down and saw nothing but clean shorts, but you gladly played along. You got to your feet once again, setting the phone on the table and fiddling with your shorts' waistline. You bent over a little and slowly slipped them off, making sure to give them a good show.

You tossed the shorts aside before picking the phone up again. “hmm good girl” Steve praised before you heard the rustling sounds of the phone being passed.

“Hey sweetheart” Eddie. “get on the couch for us” he instructed as you sat back down, wearing only your bra and underwear.

“Good good… now touch yourself and think of us while you do it” you slowly put your hands in your panties, feeling how soaked you already were without even doing anything yet. You gently rubbed your clit as you tossed your head back and moaned softly into the phone.

“Fuck… you’re too sexy” one of them said, you weren’t even sure who at this point. You were too focused on the pleasure you were experiencing as your eyes fluttered shut and your moans became louder. You were on the verge of letting go when all the lighting in your home suddenly went out, making you gasp. You slowly stood up but before you could do anything else, two strong hands encircled your waist, picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You screamed in panic but soon realized you were hanging over Eddie’s shoulder when you felt the cold metal of his rings touch your bare legs.

Except for the footsteps of both of your boyfriends leading you up the stairs to your room, there was nothing to see or hear. Steve opened the door and walked inside, Eddie following behind him before throwing you on your bed. The street lights from outside illuminated your room, making you able to finally see again. You turned your head, causing your eyes to widen at the sight of your boyfriends in front of you. You expected to see them dressed in how they left your house— sweatpants and hoodies but instead they were wearing their white masks and all-black outfits. Their masks were splattered all over with blood, and Steve's robe was slightly torn.

“What… have you done?” you asked with a puzzled and concerned expression on your face. You usually knew exactly what your boys were up to. But not this time. This was new for you— it made you nervous.

“You know, baby, sometimes people need to be put in their place” Steve said while removing his tattered robe, revealing his bare upper body.

“Did you- did you do something to Jason?” you stammered with a soft but troubled voice, looking up at them with big eyes.

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore” Steve said coldly, not showing any emotion at all. You felt yourself becoming furious with them and couldn't comprehend why they had done it—in your eyes, Jason had done nothing wrong.

“Jason didn’t deserve it— he didn’t even do anything!” you protested, glaring angrily in their direction.

“Your friend Jason, didn’t understand that you are ours” Eddie said as he sat down next to you on the bed, looking at you through his mask while he gently dragged a knife across your jawline without harming you, “and you clearly don’t understand that well enough either, sweetheart”

Fuck both of them. They couldn’t just kill anyone that comes near you. God, you felt so angry… but you also couldn’t ignore the wetness in your panties increasing, as you felt yourself become more aroused. Steve approached you and lifted your head with his finger as you looked up at your masked boyfriend.

“Are you going to show us who you belong to?” you nodded up at him as you gave him a puppy-like stare, gradually feeling your anger fade. You knelt in front of him on the bed as he undid his belt and slipped his pants and boxers down. His cock sprung free, given how erect he already was, precum leaking from the tip. Steve chuckled from behind his bloody mask as he watched you practically drooling at the sight.

“So pretty” Eddie praised from beside you, taking the knife from your jaw and placing it next to him as he moved to behind you, grabbing your hair and holding it up in a ponytail. You moved your mouth to Steve’s dick, spitting on it before wrapping your lips around him. He hissed at the sensation, throwing his head back as you began to bob your head faster, “F-fuck!”

Eddie lifted his mask slightly before giving you hickeys all over your exposed neck while he was still holding your hair and his other hand kneading your breasts. His hand slowly moved to your core, feeling your wetness through your underwear.

“Fuck, so wet already, huh?” Eddie chuckled in a low voice.

“Such a slut for us” Steve said from under his mask, his voice slightly muffled.

After a while, Steve felt himself getting close so he pushed you off him and turned you around so you were on your hands and knees. He motioned at Eddie to give him something— Eddie understood immediately, handing the knife to him. Steve admired you for a moment, before forcefully cutting your panties and bra and tossing them around the room.

“Hey! Those were expensive!” you yelled angrily. Eddie stroked the side of your face and shushed you, “Don’t worry baby. We will buy you new ones. As many as you want”

Before you could say anything else, Steve’s fingers teased your folds and massaged your clit before pushing two fingers inside you. Eddie grabbed your face and kissed you roughly, causing you to moan into the kiss as Steve added another finger. You clenched around his fingers as he quickened his pace. He skilfully curled his fingers up in an instant, brushing over that one part inside of you before you felt an unfamiliar but euphoric feeling starting to arise, a feeling you couldn’t stop as you felt an intense orgasm wash over you— intenser than usual. You tried to regain your breath while you heard Steve chuckle from behind you.

“Holy fuck, she squirted all over me” Steve exclaimed in disbelief as Eddie's mask was still slightly lifted, revealing a smile while he murmured a “good girl”.

“Make me feel good baby” Eddie said before putting the mask back on. There was something about it. Something about them fucking you in their masks that made you absolutely weak in the knees— and they knew it all too well.

You undressed Eddie, taking off his pants, boxers and robe as you felt Steve tease your folds with his dick, making you grow impatient and whine.

“Not yet baby. I need to see those pretty lips around Eddie first” Steve instructed as you wrapped your hand around Eddie’s erection, stroking it before putting your mouth around him. Eddie’s hand moved to your head, grabbing a handful of your hair as his eyes fluttered shut. Steve pushed into you in one quick thrust, forcing you to moan around Eddie as he felt the vibrations.

Steve’s hand reeled back before you felt a stinging pain on your ass, making you jolt forward on Eddie’s dick. Not much later you felt another slap, “You. Are. Ours” Steve groaned in between each hit. Steve reached over you towards Eddie, lifting both their masks and making out with him passionately, all while still mercilessly thrusting into you from behind. You felt yourself so close to your release, as Steve kept hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. It felt so fucking good. Your orgasm was just about to hit you when he suddenly pulled out, causing you to whine around Eddie’s cock.

Steve grabbed your hair and lifted your head up, “You know Eddie, I still don’t think she gets it” Eddie chuckled, knowing what he was hinting at as your brows furrowed.

“Come sit on my lap, princess” Eddie instructed as you hovered over him and steadied yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders before he guided you slowly onto his dick. You felt him so deep inside of you while you rested your head in the crook of his neck.

“I think she needs both of us inside her to remind her how good we can make her feel” Steve said, causing your eyes to widen. You weren’t new to anal, not at all. But them inside you at the same time was new to you. It made you slightly nervous but god, just the thought of it, to be able to feel both your boyfriends at the same time, sounded like heaven to you.

After waiting for a moment for you to say anything, Steve grabbed the lubricant from your nightstand when you remained silent. You always felt secure with them since the three of you had a safe word to use if you needed to stop or didn't want to do something, so they knew that if you didn’t feel comfortable, you would let them know at all times.

“Don’t be nervous, baby” Eddie said before he lifted his mask and kissed you passionately to calm your nerves. Steve rubbed himself in lube before lining himself up in front of your entrance and pushing into you slowly. You bit down on Eddie’s shoulder, not used to the sensation you’re experiencing. Steve was now fully inside you as he waited for you to adjust to the feeling.

After a while, you nodded, and Steve and Eddie both began to move carefully to make sure they were not hurting you in any way. Your mouth fell wide open at the sensation of them stretching you out completely from both holes. They could feel each other move against each other through the thin flesh that separated them, only adding to the immense pleasure they were already feeling.

“Such a fucking whore, having two dicks inside of her” Steve groaned, his hands on your hips as he increased his pace, causing your vision to blur. Eddie’s hands cupped your face before kissing you again while thrusting up faster, forcing you to break the kiss and moan loudly.

“She’s doing so good, right Stevie?” Eddie said as he looked deep into your hazy eyes. Your head felt like it was spinning at this new sensation. It was indescribable how amazing it felt and you couldn’t get enough.

“So fucking good for us” Steve agreed as he moved his hand beneath you to your core, rubbing fast circles on your sensitive clit while maintaining his brutal pace. It was becoming too much when both of them hit that one spot inside you, sending you over the edge. You moaned loudly, your eyes shut while your nails dug into Eddie’s shoulders before you collapsed on top of him. Not much later, both of them came as well, emptying themselves deep within your holes, causing you to whimper in overstimulation.

The three of you froze for a moment, trying to catch your breath before both of them took off their masks and tossed them aside. They slowly pulled out before Steve grabbed a towel to clean you up and came to lay down with you, kissing the both of you.

You held both boys close to you while they wrapped their arms around you.

“Oh my god… that was amazing” you exclaimed with a smile on your face, “but no more killing for no fucking reason!” you said sternly, gazing at both of them with a frown.

“What do you mean, ‘no reason’? He gave you very delicious cupcakes, y/n. You know we can’t bake that well” Eddie joked, giving you a kiss on your forehead before Steve agreed with a smile, “Eddie's right, he almost stole you from us with those damn cupcakes. We simply had to do something”

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Scare Cute - Eddie’s Night

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: You visit a haunted house attraction with friends and there’s one particular scarer who seems determined to give you a fright.

Contains: fluff, allusions to feelings of arousal, blood (fake), weapons (fake), flirting, allusions to smut

Word count: 1.6k+

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A/N: this is based on the time I went to a haunted house and the scarer couldn’t scare me because I was too busy recovering from when he growled at me lol (he got me in the end though) dedicated to my Betty Spaghetti 😘 and a thank you to my beta readers @lilthbunny @probablyin-bed and @tylevx you guys are wonderful

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The interior of the building was dark and loud as it filled with eerie music, screams of fright, and the chattering of voices who waited for their turn to witness the terror inside the infamous Hawkins Houses of Horror. It was Hawkins' most popular attraction during the fall season and the only reason you made the 40-minute trip to the small town. It was a tradition for you and your friends to visit their annual haunted house together to ring in the spooky season.

The town had put together multiple haunted houses, all with their own theme. There was The Dollhouse of Dread, The Manor of Souls, The Witches Curse, and your favorite the Massacre at the Farm. You always started with the Dollhouse first before you made your way through the others, knowing it was the least intense of all of them. You were never an easy scare, using horror movies to help you sleep at night.

As you waited outside the first house you saw a few scare actors wandering the main area and trying to scare those waiting in line. There was one actor in particular who seemed rather skilled at it. He always seemed to pick the perfect time, always catching the poor bystanders off guard. But you saw him coming.

He slammed the head of his scythe on the ground beside you, making a loud clanking sound. Your friends flinched and one of them even yelped. But you merely looked at him, taking in his appearance. A burlap sack made into a mask was over his face, blood smattered across it with the mouth stitched shut. His overalls were torn up and covered in fake blood as well. He leaned in close to you, hay poking out of his sleeve with long-fingered hands reaching for you but never touching. The horrific scarecrow before you stared you down, deep brown eyes barely visible from behind the mask. But you stood your ground, with a smile on your face.

“Hi,” you beamed at him. His face was now inches from yours. So close you could feel his hot breath on your face. No scarer had ever gotten so close to you before. Just as you were about to say something else to the looming figure a guttural growl slipped past his lips.

Your heart picked up in tempo, but you weren’t scared. Your eyes widened for a second as your thighs instinctually clenched together. As heat rose in your cheeks he pulled away, eyeing you over once more before he went on his way to scare more people. You sighed deeply through your nose once he was gone. Your friends didn’t seem to notice your reaction to the scarecrow man, and you were thankful for that knowing the relentless teasing they would unleash onto you if they did.

You went through the Dollhouse, your friends getting spooked when a kid who you didn’t see coming crawled across the floor in front of you, asking you to play. But you remained unphased and joked that you already had plans. The next house you got through relatively quickly and moved on to wait in line for the third, the Witches Curse. You and your friends chatted amongst each other as you waited your turn to enter.

Then you saw him out of the corner of your eye. He approached you slowly, but you remained still and kept looking towards your friends to let him think you hadn’t noticed him yet. He came up right beside you and suddenly got in your face, slamming his scythe on the ground once again to make you jump. You turned to him, giggling lightly as you said, “Oh you’re back!” He responded with a snarl, long fingers curling by your face almost brushing your cheek. You shivered from the proximity.

“See you at the Farm,” he whispered. Your breath hitched in your throat at his voice, deep, smooth, and full of warmth. For a moment you could have sworn he winked at you. Then he was gone again, sneaking up behind an unsuspecting man and making him scream in fright.

“Poor guy,” one of your friends tutted. “All he wants is one little scare and you won’t even give him that.”

You merely shrugged, trying to catch your breath from hearing his voice.

You and your friends made it through the third house. Your mind was in another place during your trek through it, trying to decipher his tone when he said he’d meet you at the farm. It was both vaguely threatening and flirtatious. A combination you were not used to. With the strangely attractive scarecrow man clouding your thoughts you barely paid attention to the scarers in the Witches Curse. One curly-haired boy in particular looked rather disappointed with himself when he didn’t scare you by jumping out at you.

The scarecrow still did not leave your mind as you waited in line for the last and final house. The Massacre at the Farm. This one was infamous. The scariest of them all. But you were far more concerned with what the scarecrow meant when he said he’d meet you here, and what you would do if he growled at you again.

You didn’t see him among the other scarers who stayed in the main area. That only made you more anxious as you stepped into the last house with your friends.

The walls of this house were designed to resemble that of an old farmhouse. Blood splattered across the walls and family portraits. The corpse of an old farmer laid across the couch, his head missing from his shoulders. As you continued through the house you entered the kitchen. A woman in a bloody apron and a ghastly scarred face wielded a knife as she rushed over to you, rambling on about the taste of your flesh and how tender you would be. Your friends jumped slightly, not expecting her approach, and quickly pulled you through that room and into a bedroom.

A young girl stood in the corner with a wicked smile on her face, her red hair pulled into pigtails while she clutched an ax in her hand.

“Papa got what was coming to him, mama said!” She shouted as she ran up to you. She raised her ax at you, but you didn’t flinch. She laughed menacingly when she saw one of your friends did. Just as you were about to leave, a man with his mouth sewn shut jumped out of the closet at you, making all your friends scream. You merely laughed along with the two scarers who chuckled diabolically as you and your friends hurried out of the room. You went down a long and dark hallway. It was so dark you could barely see your friends in front of you. The hallway led you to the final room which looked like a back porch to a farmhouse.

The ceiling was made to look like the night sky and ahead of you was a hallway whose walls were made from walls of corn stalks. It was an incredibly narrow space, so much so that you and your friends decided to go through it in a single file line. You slowly made your way through the twisting maze when a sudden rumbling noise had you whipping around in the direction of it. But there was nothing behind you. When you turned back around your friends were gone.

“Guys?” you called out to them, but there was no response. You continued down the narrow path, your hair stood on end from the sudden disappearance of your friends. For the first time, you started to feel uneasy, not understanding where your friends had gone. Once you saw the end of the maze you quickened your pace. At the end of the maze was a room made to look the center of it. A scarecrow sat in the center strung up on some t-shaped planks. Your mind was brought back to the scarecrow man from the waiting area. You hadn’t seen him since his mildly threatening promise. It put you on edge, but you decided not to dwell on it when you saw the exit sign in front of you.

But before you could make it a figure came out from the shadows suddenly holding a large object over your head, your back hit the wall as you cowered and let out a scream. Your arms went up instinctively to cover your face, but a chuckle had you pulling them down and opening your shut eyes.

The scarecrow man from before loomed over you.

He pulled his mask off his face. His forehead glistened with sweat, bangs sticking to his skin as his brown eyes looked down at you. His lips spread out into a mischievous smirk.

“What’s wrong darlin’?” he teased, putting his hand against the wall above your head as he leaned into you. “You scared?”

“You asshole!” you pushed him away by his shoulders and he laughed as he stumbled back. “You can’t do that!”

He grinned at you, pushing his sweaty bangs off his forehead. “Couldn't let you ruin my reputation as the best scarer,” he winked at you, causing a flutter in your chest.

“Now, what do you say you give me your number and the next time I growl for you I won’t be in this silly costume.”

You hummed, sliding a finger under one of the straps of his overalls. “I don’t know,” you shrugged. “I kind of like the costume.”

“Yeah?” He replied, his voice low and quiet. “I get off in 10 minutes. Meet me in the parking lot?”

“Will you wear the mask?”

“Fuck, I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

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warnings: choking, dirty talk, teasing, slight orgasm control

“You look so pretty underneath me, sweetheart.” Eddie had his hand squeezing your throat while his cock rammed into your perfect little cunt, over and over again. “This what you wanted, huh? Wanted to be used like my little toy?”

Your lungs were on fire, and your whole body was. “Y-yes, Eddie! Oh my god.” You couldn’t even think straight, not when his cock is hitting that sweet spot inside you so perfectly. “I’m so close! Please, please don’t stop.”

“Please, please.” Eddie mocks you with a sadistic smirk on his face. “You only get to cum when I say, pretty girl.”

He leans down next to your ear and catches your earlobe between his teeth, biting down it and making you gasp. “And I’m just getting started.”

Your legs quivered around Eddie’s hips as your orgasm grew closer. You tried to hold it at bay, knowing that if you cum without permission, it would only lead to you getting punished. That didn’t seem so bad at the moment.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum.” Eddie’s hand squeezed harder at your throat, your air supply getting cut off more. “I know what game you’re playing at.”

“I-I”

“What? Cat got your tongue?” He pulled his cock out, only leaving the fat head of it inside your needy cunt. “Just be a good girl for me, yeah?”

hey lovely could you do an jace nsfw alphabet? i dont think ive seen one for him. i love your writing your the best! ❤️

of course!!! i remember seeing one a while ago, i'm not sure where it's gone!! but of course i had to do it anyway cos i love these!! :)

Jace (Wayland? Herondale? Morgenstern? Lightwood??) NSFW Alphabet!

warnings: NSFW!! it's in the name!!

notes: sorry for not posting much lately, i've been too busy learning how to edit because I'VE MADE A JAMIE TIKTOK!!! i haven't posted anything yet but if you want to follow me this is my account :) anyways...

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He usually doesn’t care for it, but you’re the exception. He would make sure he takes care of you in every way he can, especially if he has been rough with you. He’d clean you up before he brings you a glass of water and the two of you would either just cuddle on his bed or he would run a bath for you. In the beginning of your relationship, he wasn’t sure what aftercare was really about, or how it worked, but he knew he wanted to make sure you were okay after sex, and he knew he didn’t want you to leave as soon as you had both finished. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part of his own is definitely his hands. I mean come on, they’re beautiful. Although they’d carry many scars from fights and other marks, he loved the way they looked on your body, especially as his hands are rather big. Of course he’d love to see his hands caressing your hips, pulling you closer to him, and around your neck, but he also just loved the way it looked when you would hold hands, and when he could compare your hand sizes and he would make fun of how small yours looked in comparison to his. 

His favourite body part of yours… he would say your face and argue about how that it is technically a part of your body. He loves placing kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, your nose and especially your lips. He loves the colour of your eyes and how they seem to darken when he knows you’re needy. But if he had to choose an actual body part he would say your neck as he loves to leave bruises there with his mouth and he very much enjoys the sounds you make when he finds that one particular spot. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to cum inside you, you could go as far as saying he perhaps has a breeding kink? But he’s never really thought that far ahead. He just loves the thought of you being full up with him in as many ways as possible, knowing that even when he’s not fucking you, part of him is still inside you. This also applies to when you give him blowjobs, most of the time he makes sure you’ve swallowed every last drop, unless he’s feeling a bit more adventurous, which then he’d cum on your face. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I don’t know if it’s really a dirty secret but he liked you for a while before the two of you began dating, and he once accidentally walked into you in the shower. It took everything in him to hold back and walk away, he wanted to wait for you to get out, tell you how he felt and fuck you so hard youd forget your name. But he held back another week, but he didn’t leave your room without a pair of your underwear. After that night, he spent the rest of the week hooking up with random girls and imagining they were you as he fucked them, but no matter how hard he tried, he knew they just weren’t you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

OH HE IS EXPERIENCED AND YOU KNOW IT!!! He knows exactly what to do in the bedroom, and he knows exactly what you like and what brings you to the edge quicker than you could say his name. Whenever you want to try something new in the bedroom, it’s likely that he’s already familiar with it. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He doesn’t like to admit it as it makes him seem “too vanilla” but he loves missionary with you. He loves watching your face as he fucks you and your eyes roll back. He loves being able to run his hands over your body and lift your hips up to his. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It can go both ways, for example if he’s had a bad day he’d rather be more serious in the moment, but if you two had just come home from a party and you were both drunk, there would be a lot more giggling involved. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He likes to keep it clean and tidy down there, shaving every couple of weeks as he prefers how it looks. Although, if he weren't to shave the hair he grows is quite light and so isn’t very noticeable when it begins to grow out. 

And when it comes to you, he believes it’s your body and your choice. Hair is natural, and nothing to be ashamed of! 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh Jace is such a romantic when it comes to you. He’ll hold you close as he fucks you and whisper things in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are and how he’s never loved someone as much as he loves you. But this can also change when you want him to be rough, he can be very dominant, shoving your face into the pillows, calling you degrading names that makes you even wetter than he imagined possible. But deep down, he’s a romantic. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’d masturbate almost every night before you and him got together. Now, he doesn’t really have a need to. But sometimes when you’re away or when he’s in the shower and thinking about you, he’ll get off to the thought of you. Sometimes when he’s finished he’d feel guilty for doing this, but in the moment he’s too horny to even think straight. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Should I make a list? I’ll make a list. 

Edging

Orgasm control

Hair pulling

Choking and breath play

Handcuffs 

Spanking 

Breeding 

Daddy kink 

Cockwarming 

Thigh riding 

Spitting

Degrading

I could go on and on about this but I’ll stop here. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bedroom, your bedroom and the bathroom. He likes to know you’re comfortable and there’s not a risk of being caught. He doesn’t like the thought of anyone seeing you the way he sees you, he doesn't want anyone hearing the noises you make as they’re all for him! He even made you rush back to his room from the greenhouse when you made him hard from sitting on his lap. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The way you look at him when you’re needy. He would have to hold back from taking you over the kitchen table if you were to give him that look during breakfast. But also when you would surprise him with new lingerie. When you walk from your room to his in your robe with nothing but a lingerie set on underneath… prepare to not be able to walk in the morning. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

The thought of having a threesome isn’t something he likes. As I’ve mentioned, whilst dating Jace you are his and only his. He doesn’t like the thought of another man touching your body, and equally you don’t like the thought of Jace fucking anyone else. So that’s something that’s off the table, at least for the moment. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

HE LOVES TO GIVE ORAL. Jace is the king of giving head. He knows exactly what to do and just how you like it. He could spend the rest of his life between your thighs, quite happily. Even if neither of you have the time or the energy for sex, he will still go down on you like a starving man. He loves to give <3

He also loves receiving, as any guy would. He loves when you drop to your knees in front of him and take him down your throat. However, he will always prefer to give. What a gentleman. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It all depends on the mood and the moment. If you had a heated argument and you ended up pushed against the wall with his tongue down your throat then you’d expect it to be rough and fast. But if you’d just come home from a date then he’d carry you to the bed, take his time with you and show you how much you really mean to him. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If either of you need to do it, then you need to do it! However, it doesn’t happen very often as he’d rather take his time. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If you’re comfortable with it! He doesn’t want to put you in a situation where you don’t feel safe or comfortable

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh he could last all night and all day if you asked him to. He’s trained all his life so he has stamina, and he definitely shows it off in the bedroom. You’d be a drooling wreck beneath him before he’s even begun to sweat. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any, but he surprised you with a vibrator for your birthday one year and he loves to use it on you, or to watch you use it on yourself. He would happily experiment with more if you were to ask him. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease. He’d place his hand on your thigh at the most inconvenient times and begin to move it upwards. You’d swat him away but it would only encourage him to tease you more. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not very loud, but he’ll definitely moan your name and let out low groans as his hips roll against yours. He tries to keep quiet so the others don't hear him but if you're both home alone then... ;)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jace lost his virginity in the greenhouse with a girl he only dated for a few days. He had been very cocky and told her he’d fucked loads of girls before and then when it finally came to the act he wasn’t too sure what to do and when she left he was feeling quite embarrassed, but thankfully she ended up moving away so he never had to see her again. He didn’t have sex for 6 months after that, and he even read a few books on how to improve in the bedroom, as he never wanted to feel that same shame again (and he never did!)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s definitely hiding at least 7 inches down there, his cock would be the biggest you’ve taken and it’s very satisfying ;)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s horny all the damn time. You could literally just breathe and he’d be turned on. He’s always had access to sex whenever he wanted it, being as stunningly attractive as he is, and girls would throw themselves at him so he’s never really had to suppress the feelings before and control himself until he met you. You can even tell when he has to hold himself back from crashing his lips into yours and taking you on the bathroom sink. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He could fall asleep quite quickly after he finishes, but he makes sure you’re looked after first. When he’s certain that you’re happy and comfortable, he can fall asleep with you in his arms <3

HC that eddie picked up sewing after his mom ;v;

Yandere! Steve Harrington Headcanons

Bro treated you like a child for a very long time

It was rather annoying

Thinks you can't take care of yourself and you need him

Sees dirt on your face and is quick to lick his thumb and rub your cheek

"Ugh, what the hell are you doing?"

"There was dirt on your cheek"

"Hey, stay still!" He grabs your arms, causing you to stay still, "I'm trying to do something," He'll fix your hair and your clothes

He will restrain you by sitting on you if he needs to. He'll fuckin manhandle you if you don't listen

He's very protective of you, especially after everything that happens

It gets to a point where he will lock you in his car if he feels like you wouldn't be safe if you get out

It gets to a point where he gets really high anxiety worrying about you

If anything happens to you, he'll blame himself. You got a bruise from falling downstairs? He should have been there to catch you. You stub your toe on a corner? He should have made you wear shoes. You accidentally hit a counter corner? He should have put fluff on it, so they weren't so sharp

He is incredibly quick to jealousy, especially if you're talking to fucking Billy or Jason

He can get pretty violent if he's pushed far enough

Doesn't mean he'll win, but damn if sure doesn't fucking try

He doesn't think, he just starts throwing punches

You'll have to patch him up after

He'll apologize to you for embarrassing you

You tell him you're not embarrassed just annoyed

Whenever you're upset, he offers Ice cream, which caused you to glare at him, but you do take the ice cream

He wasn't the best boyfriend at first, but he does get better

You want him while he's at work? He'll take a quick break and take you to the back

How could he say no to you?

Perv!eddie + corruption kink 😵‍💫😵‍💫 Who plays along with reader’s cute little antics just so he can get into her pants <33 all he thinks about at her cute frilly socks, her little skirts, and her sticky bubblegum kisses.

“stick bubblegum kisses” just fell to the ground and cried a little

cw: perv!eddie x naive reader, big big corruption kink, implied smut.

“this one’s my favorite.” you say cheerfully, clutching a white teddy to your chest and waving it’s little hand. you place the worn stuffed animal back in it’s designated place, patting its head gently.

eddie smiles warmly at you from across your room, taking in the way your strawberry patterned lounge shorts hug the soft of your ass. he’s been rock hard for an hour watching you introduce your stuffies to him one by one, thinks he might make you hump a couple for him later.

he chuckles to himself at the sheer absurdity of his current situation. him, the metalhead, clad in all black, lounging in a baby pink beanbag chair like some kind of fool. you’re lucky he’s so fond of you.

the thing about eddie munson though, was that he got off on stuff like this. fucked his hand to the thought of taking you for the first time right on your teddy bear sheets. (which he did.)

thought about ripping your little boyshort panties off in the back of his van and tongue fucking your ass until you cried. (which he did.)

and ultimately dreamed about making your stuffies watch you two go at it on the plush of your bedroom rug. (he’s still working on that one.)

in the end, he figures if you sitting him down and making him listen to your stuffed friend’s backstories was what ultimately got him a one way ticket to pound town, he was more that obliged to do so.

“oh yeah?” he entertains your little rant, feeling his cock swell a bit more when you stalk over to him weilding a small black bunny.

“n’ what’s this one’s name?” he asks you theatrically, pulling you into his lap by the backs of your thighs.

you don’t feel a thing when he shifts to settle your heat flush to his weeping cock. you don’t even hear the soft groan he makes when he feels the plush of your lips part around his swolen cockhead.

“ozzy.” you tell him, giggling at the way his face lights up at the refrence.

“that’s real cute babydoll.” he smiles into the side of your neck, huffing at the scent of your sweet perfume.

you gasp when he rocks into you, humping at your mound through the constraints of his taught jeans. you gasp even louder at the friction, shivering when you feel his hand wrap around your ankle.

“these are real fucking cute too.” he rasps, playing with the frill of your little socks. he leans down to kiss over the lace, laving at the strip of skin just above your ankle with his searing tounge.

“really?” you ask him, giggling at the kiss he presses to your heel.

“eds are you..” you start, looking down at his lap.

“do you have one of those again?” you whisper, referring to the tent in his pants.

“h’oh yeah.” eddie tells you with a sleazy grin, pulling at the hem of your pajamas shorts.

“got one real bad looking at these.” he thinks he might explode when he catches your pupils dilate at his revelation.

“remember what i told you though? ‘bout when I get like this?”

you nod, wrapping a strand of his hair around a manicured finger.

“said you need a little help sometimes.” you mumble, too focused on the shiny tuft to care about the creeping hand inching towards your slit.

he thinks he’ll get what he came for after all.