Imagine Din Djarin Finding You Asleep With Grogu.

The Only Exception (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!!! Ahhh here is the Din Djarin x reader fic I said I’d post. This has been sitting in my WIPs since late November/early December. This is what I was working on before I got sick. I’m so happy it’s done. I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out, although I may have written something similar to this already. It’s very much inspired by “The Only Exception,” by Paramore. I’m hoping I didn’t use this song as a title yet….Oh well. ENJOY!

Summary: Din has been wildly overprotective of you lately, but maybe it’s because there’s something lying deep below the surface that’s been threatening to bubble over…

Warnings: SMUT!!!!! 18+ Please!!! Oral (f!receiving), fingering, PIV sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cursing, canon typical violence, Jedi!reader, Razor Crest still exists (and it’s def bigger in my head than it is in the show), praise kink, friends to lovers, angsty but fluffy and smutty dw, I only proofread like 2 times so it may be bad (it’s 3:16am…so…we die like men!), AFAB reader, uhhh I think that’s it…

Word Count: 3,078

“I swear to the Maker, if you don’t get back on the Crest now, I’m gonna-,”

Din is cut off by the sound of your lightsaber clashing through the plastoid armor of the stormtrooper to your left. You swing your saber around, showing off more than you need to. You throw it down the alleyway, feeling through the force as it cuts through another stormtrooper before finding its way back to your hand.

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quarantine chronicles;

pairings: jaehyun, johnny, jungwoo, and jaemin (feat. mark lee) x fem!reader

word count: 28.5k (i am so sorry)

genre: smut & loads of sexual tension

summary: fourteen days, five roommates, and five remarkably high sex drives. what could go wrong?

notes: thank you to everyone who helped me with this fic!! this is the first part in a mini-series :) i hope you enjoy and p l e a s e leave feedback!

Day 1;

“Good morning!” You chirp as you walk into the living room. A low chorus of greetings echoes back at you as your roommates appear in your view, and you smile, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge. You look around for your favorite yogurt and can’t seem to find it, whirling around to glare at the four males. “Alright, good morning is cancelled. Which one of you assholes ate my yogurts?” You huff, and they all freeze. Johnny and Jaemin, still on the couch, look at each other confused, while Jungwoo and Jaehyun sit at the kitchen island, a sheepish look on Jaehyun’s face as his hands disappear from view. You stomp over to the male and pull his hands up to see one holding a spoon and another holding your yogurt. “Jaehyun,” You complain, and he pouts deeply. 

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Gentle Monsters

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 Intro | Part 6 (End)

Summary: After a night of running from a wild animal, you meet Johnny, the owner of the conservatory greenhouse you accidentally broke into. Johnny is kind and sweet—a little too sweet.

Pairing: Werewolf!Johnny X female reader

Warnings: horror, violence, blood and gore, mentions of scars and bruises, angst, supernatural powers, death, profanity, smut (fingering, penetration, breast fondling, dry humping), manipulation, obsession, possessiveness, yandere themes.

Word count: 12.1K

(A/n: wow wow wowwww this is it you guys! I hope you enjoy the last installment of this fic 🥺 it’s my personal favorite fic that I’ve written so I’m kinda sad to finish it, but thank you all for your continuous support that keeps me going, it’s almost been a year!! Wow! Pls read until the very enddd❤️)

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Yuta was ruthless. He never gave you time to breathe once he attacked you. He’d grab your wrist and kick your chest, sending you into the rough cement in his backyard.

“Do you like being best friends with the floor. Get up and fight. If you can’t take a hit from me, a human, how on Earth do you think you’ll survive a werewolf’s attack?” Yuta looked up at the bright sun while you panted on all fours.

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War of Hearts

Masterlist

Pairing: The Darkling x Shadow Summoner Reader

Summary: Aleksander promised you eternity with him. Alina Starkov took that from you both. Now you’re going to finish what your lover started.

Word Count: 14.9K

My Masterlist

1 ❝ fine, make me your villain ❞

2 ❝ you and I are going to change the world ❞

3 ❝ there are no others like us…

4 …and there never will be ❞

5 ❝ like calls to like ❞

Epilogue ❝ the two of us, together ❞

Dear Diary

a/N -  uhhh this is filthy lmao thats all i got

pairing - Kim Yugyeom x Reader x Bang Chan

genre - smut 

You didn’t keep a diary perse. Dream journal is what you liked to call it. You didn’t write down your secrets or your emotions or what happened in your day. What you did write down were scenarios that turned you on or things you dreamt, usually the two were mixed. Often you dreamt about things or people in ways you wish you could see not just in your unconscious mind. You also weren’t someone who napped during the day but today was full of firsts.

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just business  //  shownu  //  final

↪ PAIRING: Reader / Shownu  ↪ SUMMARY: Y/N’s mysterious new neighbour has definitely caught your eye. He’s quiet but the two of strike up an unlikely friendship. He doesn’t speak about his work to you and you don’t ask, but when his job puts your life in danger questions have to be answered once and for all.

↪ WARNINGS: violence | stabbing | mentions of blood | sex

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE | SIX | SEVEN | EIGHT | NINE

THREE YEARS LATER

Affectionate thumbs rubbed up and down your growing belly and you hummed in satisfaction. You weren’t far along enough yet to really be showing too much, but laying in bed with your shirt bunched up under your breasts it was clear as day to see; you were pregnant.

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Being the daughter of Hades & forced to marry Morpheus would include…

Author’s note: Someone requested this and as someone obsessed with Greek mythology and Hades I just HAD TO. But Dark Morpheus ahead 👹

Daughter of Hades and Persephone you went by many names, Melinoe, Y/N…

Morpheus had certain affairs with your father Hades, so he usually came around often

He was aware that Hades had children but he hadn’t had the pleasure to meet you properly since you were always on duty

Until one day, your father had asked you to deal with the affairs he had with Dream on his behalf.

When Morpheus’ eyes laid upon you it was as if the whole universe stopped.

You were simply breathtaking, perfect, immaculate, all words he could think of were not enough.

Being Goddess of Ghosts, nightmares and lost souls he believed you could understand him better than anyone.

He showed interest in you like no one had and that was flattering but you didn’t think much of it.

His obsession grew with each passing day, he was consumed by thoughts of you.

You were perfect for him, he was so sure of it.

The more he observed you, the more he convinced himself

You had to be his, no matter the means.

So, he stole your dream catcher, the ultimate symbol of your power and powerful enough to summon you.

When you were summoned you were greeted by the sight of your father and Morpheus who was holding your totem.

By universal laws, whoever possessed your totem would own you.

“You will be the perfect queen to the Dreaming, my wife”

Persephone, your mother. Cried helplessly knowing there wasn’t anything she could do to stop this madness

“You’re a monster!”

You couldn’t believe that history was repeating itself

You were such a free soul and now you were nothing but a possession of a man

You were sickened to your stomach thinking how could Morpheus do this to you.

You were miserable on the of your wedding

The ceremony was elegant and the arrangements were beautiful but you didn’t love Morpheus

You hated him for depriving you of your freedom

You refused to let him touch you, even when he tried you would hit him or scratch him.

“I will never love you”

“We have eternity ahead my love, you will eventually realize all I’ve done is out devotion to you”

He would make all sorts of gifts to you, which you returned completely torn apart

You didn’t speak to him in a whole century

Dream found your resistance amusing

Being now married to him you had been sharing responsibilities with Dream over the kingdom.

Which meant you had to speak to each other if you wanted things to be done.

He returned your totem to you as a vote of confidence

“I know someday you will learn to love me”

You started to open up to him

After all, you had become his wife and while you didn’t agree to this marriage, you did recognize you were meant to spent eternity with him.

You might as well try to know him.

Eventually you let him be close to you and to touch you.

He was so eager to possess you fully, but he did understand you needed time

He would give you all the time you needed. You were worth the wait.

When you finally condoned that type of physical interaction he practically went at you like a lion hunting on gracious gazelle

He was starving and you were the only thing that could satisfy his hunger.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t adored every minute of that.

There was something empowering about being craved and owned with such fervor and urgency.

“A husband should comply to every single demand of his wife”

That’s when you understood. This marriage wasn’t about him putting you on a leash, it was about Morpheus fully giving himself to you.

His love for you was blinding, suffocating.

He would commit on the most atrocious acts just for you

Dream was using this marriage as an oath to you, to become your devotee for eternity.

He wanted to worship you, to surrender himself to you, he was a tool for you to use however you consider fitting.

It was good having your needs taken care of

You were the most addicting drug to him

He dropped everything for you, the minute you asked.

As long as you stayed with him, nothing else mattered.

Nothing in the world mattered more to him than his queen.

e. munson || ‘shut up.’ ‘make me.’

A/N: ok here's the smut fic i promised i'd write,, thanks to everyone who suggested songs !! rlly set the mood for me nyehehe >:D

warnings: enemies to lovers, smut!!!, fem! reader, p in v intercourse, cunnulingus, spanking, degradation, mean dom!eddie

You were the perfect student any teacher could ever ask for.

You were consistent in your studies, submitted all your assignments on time, and even did extra credit work to further boost your grades.

You were a straight A student with a report card that gleamed so brightly it made any nerd within the vicinity jealous.

However, it wasn’t because you wanted to be a teacher’s pet. You were focused on your academics because all you wanted to do was to succeed in life; get into one of the top colleges, graduate not only with honors but as summa cum laude, apply for the best, highest paying job you could get, and continue on your life as the ultimate career woman.

Nothing and no once could stand in your way.

Except for a certain leader of the Hellfire club.

Eddie Munson May not have known this, but you had regarded him as your sworn enemy, not because he had did irrevocably terrible damage to you in the past, but because he was simply a nuisance who kept you stressed out as you had to constantly be the one to do the assignment all by yourself whenever you had any group projects with him.

Granted, none of the others ever really helped you either, but you couldn’t shake the disdain you had for him.

Maybe it was his character, how carefree he was, his utter lack of concern for his own academic standing pissed you off to no end. You didn’t know why it bothered you so much, but you couldn’t stand the thought of someone caring so little about their own future that they would even smile whenever they got so much as a D minus.

So you could imagine the annoyance that made the vein on your forehead feel as if it were about to pop when your teacher just so happened to partner you up with none other but the metalhead himself.

After class, you had begged and pleaded with her to reassign you a new partner, going so far as to even writing her an actual letter of reconsideration.

Still, despite all your efforts of avoiding the brunet, your teacher had declined.

“You’d be a good influence in him, (y/n),” She said, placing a hand in your shoulder. “Maybe you could even tutor him with the parts of the lesson he’s having difficulty in.”

Tutor your ass, hell would have to freeze over if you ever even considered spending more time than you needed with him.

Through the interactions the two of you had in class, with your cold disposition towards him along with your curt, blunt words, Eddie caught on pretty quickly that you wanted nothing to do with him. He had figured it was because you thought he was a ‘freak’, an outcast, that you had regarded him as lowly as the other kids at school did. He put his guard up around you, matched your cold energy towards him, until the two of you barely even spoke during class when you were supposed to be doing the project together.

The deadline had started to draw ever nearer, causing you to panic inwardly as you had realized you did a part wrong, having to restart the entire project.

With the deadline only being two days away, your teacher had made it very clear that she wouldn’t be giving any late projects special considerations.

You rushed to her as soon as the bell rang.

“Ms. Warren, please reconsider, it’s just, I had to restart an entire part of the project just as I thought I was almost done with it and—“

“That’s why you should be working with your partner, (last name).” She replied sternly.

“But he hasn’t even been helping!” You exclaimed, making wild gestures with your hands.

She raises her eyebrows at Eddie. “Is that true, Munson?”

He scoffs. “I would, if she only let me.”

“That’s because you’re completely inept at anything that involves—“

“Don’t pin this on me! I’d help you if you actually even talked to me about what it is you needed help with—!”

As the two of your argue over each other, Ms. Warren pinches the bridge of her nose, sighing.

“That’s enough! Both of you.”

You both close your mouths at her scolding, darting your eyes to the side guiltily.

“Look, I will allow you both to submit your assignments up until 4 p.m. on the day that it is due, otherwise, you will both receive an F. Is that clear?”

You nod your head while Eddie mutters in agreement.

“Good. Now, please just learn to sort out your differences and try to get along, for the sake of your grades at least.”

As soon as the two of you walk out of the classroom and into the hallway, you continue arguing.

“This is all your fault.” You grumble.

“My fault? You won’t even let me look at whatever it is that you’re doing! You don’t even so much as talk to me.”

“And neither do you!”

Eddie sighs, scratching his chin in frustration. “Okay, y’know what, fine, I’ll compromise. How about we continue the project today, after school, yeah?”

You inhale deeply before exhaling slowly, calming yourself down.

“Fine.”

“So where do you live?”

“We can’t do it at my place, my parents are going to be having a party with their friends.”

“I mean, my trailer isn’t really a mansion, but..”

“It’s fine, we’ll do the assignment at your place, just stay out of my way.”

“Sounds to me like you’re getting in your own way.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Fuck you, Munson.”

He glared at you. “Well fuck you, too.”

You mutter more curses under your breath as you stomp your way over to your friends.

…

Somehow, you manage to bike your way over to his place, backpack in hand as he welcomes you in.

“We can uh, do it in my room. Sorry for the mess, the maid took the week off.”

“It’s fine.” You mutter, trying your best not to giggle at his joke. As much as you hated his guts, you couldn’t deny that he had a good sense of humor, no matter how self deprecating it may be.

You lay out the assignment on the floor, scribbling onto your notebook as Eddie sits in front of you. The room had been entirely silent the moment you came in. Being that he didn’t know what was going on because you wouldn’t tell him shit, Eddie doodles on a piece of paper.

Guilty for not being much help to you, he opens his mouth to speak. “Is there anything you need me to do, or?”

You sigh. “Just let me do the assignment, okay? I won’t rat you out if you don’t do anything, just need to keep my grades in check.”

He frowns, furrowing his eyebrows at your statement. “Why do you care so much about your grades?”

You huff, dragging your hand across your face as you paused from working. “Why do you ask so many questions?”

He scoffed as he folded his arms. “Why are you such a priss?”

“And why are you such an ass?” You fired back.

Eddie massages his temples. “Look, Ms. Warren literally just told us to sort out our differences for the sake of the assignment, just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

You rolled your eyes at him, standing up. “I don’t need your help.”

“Uh,” he starts, standing up as well. “Clearly, you do, you’ve been struggling with that for the past hour and your stress is totally bringing down my buzz.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him, shooting him a glare. “Buzz? Are you high right now?”

He shakes his head as he looks at you incredulously. “The hell is that supposed to mean? And for your information, no I am not. God, do you really think that lowly of me?”

You slam your notebook closed, dropping it to the floor as anger courses through your veins. “And what if I do? You literally spend most of your days not even attending class, so it’s not my fault that you don’t get anything.”

“It’s not that I don’t get anything, it’s just that you aren’t giving me any tasks to do— and in case you didn’t know, I’m actually a pretty smart guy.”

You snort at his words. “Could’ve fooled me.”

He scratches his neck, annoyed. “You know what, I’ve had enough of your pretentious bullshit, why don’t you get your head out of your own ass for one second and stop acting all high and mighty just ‘cause you’ve got perfect grades.”

You glowered at him, face contorting into one of disdain. “At least I’ve got good grades, at least I’m not going to wind up as some burnout without any direction in his life!”

“You don’t even fucking know me—god! Are you hearing yourself right now? You wanna know something about you that I’ve noticed because I actually have a brain? Yeah, you’re so caught up in your grades and your studies,” he flaps his fingers around, mimicking you talking as if his hand were a puppet. “That you don’t even have a fucking life.”

“Yeah, well at least I’ll actually have a life outside of Hawkins thanks to all the A’s on my report card, while you’ll be stuck at a dead end job that you’ll hate for the rest of your life.”

“There it is, folks! The high and mighty queen (y/n) has blessed us with her wise words!” He leans towards you. “Just kidding, this girl’s just a stuck up clown with a stick up her ass.”

“And you’re nothing but a lazy, good for nothing piece of shit!”

Eddie runs his hand through his hair in frustration, his eyes glaring directly into yours.

“God, can you just shut the fuck up?”

You walk closer to him, face just inches away, facial features stained with a scowl as you stare up at him defiantly. The tension between the two of you so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Fucking make me.” You spat.

His body moves without thinking, you had pushed him as far as he could go and he lets go of any inhibitions that held him back in the past, crashing his lips onto yours.

The kiss is anything but sweet, teeth clashing as he he grabbed you by your hair to hold you in your place. Any sense of sanity leaves your brain as you return the gesture just as roughly, raking your nails on his clothed chest that were sure to leave marks the next day.

He groans against your mouth at your action, his other hand gripped your hip firmly. As he breaks away from you, a string of saliva connecting your mouths, you realize you’re panting, the mind numbing passion—no, that wasn’t the right word, this wasn’t passion, it was anger and frustration and white hot lust, all the worst things you could ever feel for a person mixed into a noxious cocktail of sorts. You couldn’t help the wetness that pooled between your legs as he looked at you with nothing but pure loathing.

Your gaze shares the same hostility, ignoring his blown out pupils that were dilated from pure lust.

Before you can even react, he pulls you by your hair, exposing your neck.

He’s quick to litter your neck with kisses, not the soft, butterfly ones you had felt on the rare occasion you ever had the chance to be with someone else, these kisses involved too much teeth, biting at your skin brashly, sucking hard enough to leave red marks along your throat.

You let out a breathy moan as he sucks on your collarbone, knees buckling as you crash onto his bed.

His hands find their way to your breasts, kneading them through your shirt as his knee settles right below your core. You buck your lips towards him, desperately.

Sensing your eagerness, he smirks agains your skin.

“You enjoying this more than you thought you would, princess?”

“Fuck you.” You breathe out.

His thumb and forefinger grips your chin as he tilts your head to look at him properly.

“Oh, you’re about to.” The arrogance in his voice somehow turns you on more than you were right now.

He glanced at you, your body, still fully clothed, silently undressing you with his eyes. A wave of confidence washes over you, and you take this chance to to slip your shirt off of yourself, exposing your lacy bra.

His eyes go wide at the sight of you, his tongue darting from his mouth to lick his lips, further boosting your ego, and for the first time since the two of you had kissed, the odds had turned to your favor.

“Like what you see, Munson?” You say, looking up at him with half lidded eyes that reminded him all too well of a siren’s stare, luring him into the depths of the sea only to drown him.

And fuck, was he ready to dive in head first.

His fingers trace your bra strap, pulling at it so that it snapped back onto your skin, making you bite your lip at him.

“Think I’d like you better down on your knees for me, darling.”

“Then why don’t you make me?” You say, mimicking the words you had uttered earlier that started it all.

He smirks at you. “As much as I’d love to have those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock, I’d rather make you scream my name.”

The image of him having you down on your hands and knees as he fucks you senselessly causes you to clench your thighs.

“That’s what I thought.” He nods slightly, your silence along with your flushed cheeks said it all.

He leans his head towards you once more, kissing you on your lips with the same passion, less roughly than the first time, but firm nonetheless, to show you exactly who was in control.

He kisses his way from your neck down to your chest, licking and sucking at the flesh your bra couldn’t cover. Desperate for more, you bring your hand to your back, unclasping your bra with your fingers, pulling it off of you in a hurry before throwing it to god knows where.

He smiles against your skin, loving the desperation that was written all over your face, proud of himself that somehow he had turned you into this flushed mess.

Eddie immediately got to work on your left tit, wrapping his lips around your nipple as he sucked at it roughly, his other hand had his fingers toying and flicking at your right mound.

You bit your lip to prevent any sounds from erupting from your throat. Eddie notices this immediately, giving your nipple one last suck before he released it with a loud pop.

“Don’t hold back, (y/n), wanna hear you make those pretty sounds.”

As if regaining your senses, you glare at him, tightening your lips into a thin line, no way in hell were you giving him anymore satisfaction. In truth, all you wanted was to see what he would do if you didn’t follow his orders.

He exhaled at your defiance. Fine, he thought, two can play it that game.

He grinds his jean-clad knee onto your clothed cunt rather roughly, earning a soft moan from you.

“You gonna do what I say or am I gonna have to make you?”

You smirk at him, eyes darkening. “What do you think?” You challenged.

He sucks at his teeth before twisting you around so that you laid on your stomach, your cheek hitting the mattress while he pulled you so that your legs were strewn across his lap as he sat on the edge of his bed. He flipped your skirt up so that your ass was exposed, causing your face to feel warm.

He brings his hand down onto your plush cheek, causing you to yelp. You could feel his rings as he did so, sure that they’d make a mark.

“Since you wanna act like a fucking brat, I’m gonna treat you like one, yeah? Count.”

He spanks you, causing you to jolt forward at the intensity of his blow. He snakes his arm around your waist, holding you firmly in place.

“I said count.” Came his stern voice, snapping you out of your daze, reminding you of your punishment.

“O-one.” You manage to say, meekly.

“What’s that? Didn’t quite hear you there, sweetheart. Start from the top.”

He lands yet another blow to you ass cheek, a whimper making its way out of your lips as he did so.

“One.” You say, more firmly this time.

“Atta girl.” He says, voice laced with pride as he rubs your ass. He pinched your panties so that it exposed more of your ass, causing you to let out a breath as you felt your underwear strain at your core, the bunched up cloth hitting your clit.

He continues to give you a spanking, each one harsher than the last, until your ass is red with his hand marks.

“F-fifteen.” You say as he shimmies his way out from under your legs, moving you so that you laid on your back again.

“Now,” he says, tugging his shirt off to reveal his inked skin, your eyes tracing over each of his tattoos. “You gonna be a good girl for me?”

You could only nod your head frantically at his words, too hot and bothered to care.

He smiles at you as he gets onto his knees, spreading your legs apart with his rough hands, relishing the way your plush thighs felt against his fingers.

He practically rips your skirt off of you as he slides it down to your legs, you kick it off once it reaches your ankles, and you sigh as you feel him sloppily kiss your inner thighs.

Suddenly, he presses his thumb to you clit, rubbing it through your underwear, a gasp leaving your mouth as your fingers twitched in pleasure.

“So fucking wet for me already and I barely even touched you. Did all that spanking from earlier turn you on, princess?”

You gulp, not knowing what to say as your eyes darted to the side.

He laughs at you condescendingly, giving you a light slap to your thighs.

“‘Course you did, dirty little thing.” Before you know it, his fingers are tucked into the sides of your panties, hurriedly sliding them off of your legs.

You can’t help but feel somewhat shy as you realize how utterly exposed you were. You clenched your thighs as you held your legs together, bringing your thumb to your lips to bite it nervously.

Seeing your sudden timidness, Eddie smiles up at you, genuinely, taking your hand in his while his other hand rubbed circles on your knee.

“Don’t go acting shy on me now, sweetheart,” he leans forward and trails kisses from just below your navel up until your pelvis. “You’re fucking breathtaking, y’know that?”

At the sound of his reassuring words, you slowly peel your legs apart, cunt now fully exposed for him.

“Absolutely fucking perfect, all for me, right, Angel?” He looks up at you as his fingers run up and down your slit, causing you to let out a breathy moan. “Say it, baby, I need to hear it from you.”

“All for you, Eddie.” You whimper.

“That’s right,” he says, tugging your hips towards him as he buries himself between your legs, hot breath fanning your core. “All for me, and only me.” The possessiveness in his tone makes you shudder with delight.

As soon as he utters those words he’s licking up and down at your cunt, flicking his tongue against your clit, causing yet another moan to erupt from your mouth. He wraps his lips around your sensitive bud, sucking at it so harshly it makes you see stars.

His tongue makes its way towards your entrance, lapping up your juices in delight, savoring the taste of you on his tongue as he groans at how delicious you taste.

Your hand makes its way to his hair, tugging at it from the roots, causing him to groan once more.

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, baby.” He mutters against your cunt before he shoves his tongue into your entrance, nodding his head as he fucks you with his tongue.

“Oh my fucking god—Eddie!” You moan loudly, panting at his actions.

He continues his ministrations against your cunt, eating you out like a starved man would his last meal on earth. Sucking, lightly nipping at your clit and running his tongue over it repeatedly like the rough rhythm to one of his metal songs. He slips one of his digits into you, then two, then three, before he pushes a fourth one in, stretching you out so deliciously that you throw your head back in pleasure. His mouth never leaves your clit as he continues to furiously fuck you with his fingers.

You arch your back as you feel the knot in your stomach start to uncurl.

“F-fuck, Eddie, Eddie, I’m close, so fucking close, wanna cum—!”

“Cum for me, pretty girl, wanna taste you.”

With his permission, you did as you were told, your pussy tightening around his fingers as your cum gushed out of you.

Eddie’s jaw goes slack as he opens his mouth, intent on slurping up all your juices until he’s swallowed it all.

Your chest heaves up and down, breathing raggedly as you slowly come down from your high.

You watch as Eddie unbuckles his belt, licking your lips as his fingers made its way to unzip his jeans. As soon as his pants fall onto the floor, he teasingly snaps the waistband of his boxers, relishing the attention he received under your hungry gaze as he slowly slips his boxers down to his thighs, his cock slapping against his stomach. He smirked as he saw drool drip from past your lips, your mouth agape at his size. You wanted nothing more than to have his cock in your mouth, thrusting deep into your throat as your spit coated his length.

But that was for another time.

He looks to you as if asking for your permission, to which you give him a small nod. He spreads your legs open even wider than before as he kneels on the bed, you shuffle backwards to allow him enough room.

He runs his tip along your folds, already red and leaking with precum. You notice the two veins that ran along the sides of his cock, and you couldn’t help but think about how it would feel for him to be inside of you already.

He continues to tease you, rubbing his tip against your sensitive clit, to which you groan in frustration at.

“I—fuck! Eddie, just fuck me already, will you?” You say, borderline screaming out at him as your frustration, your want for him builds up. It only seemed to him that you had forgotten your place, and it was his job to remind you of where you belonged.

His large hand grabs both of your cheeks easily, calloused skin against your smooth one, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“Forgetting your manners now, are we? Remember who the fuck you’re talking to.” He growls.

You swallow, a shiver crawling up your spine at his domineering tone, something entirely different from the goofy kid at the back of your class that you thought you had all figured out.

As much as your pride yelled at you to give him some sort of snide remark, to bite back with your words, you can’t help but feel small under his dominant gaze that was enough to force you into submission.

“Please,” you say hesitantly, softly. “Eddie—“

He licks his canines, the smile he directed towards you was anything but warm, almost mocking.

“Come on, baby, you can do better than that, use your big girl words and beg for me, beg for me to stuff you full with my cock.”

You whimper at his words and he senses your hesitation. Okay, he thought, your pride would be your downfall.

He put his fingers to your clit, circling it so roughly and harshly that it made your hips snap up involuntarily at his touch.

“Fucking beg for it or you don’t get to cum and I leave you here to do the job yourself. Think your fingers could ever match up to how nicely I could stretch you out, hmm, princess?”

You let out a guttural sob as he continued his ministrations on your already hypersensitive clit, and any pride you had that prevented you from losing any of your dignity dissipates as you throw all caution to the wind.

“Please Eddie, please please please, I need you, need you inside me so bad, wanna feel you, wanna feel all of you—“

He takes his hand away from your clit, and you almost cry at the loss of his touch before he patted you on your cheek.

“That’s a good girl, doing exactly what I tell her to.” And with that, he slides into you with ease given how soaked you were, your own essence acting as a natural lubricant for him.

Your eyes practically roll to back of your head as he finally bottoms out inside of you, hissing at how tightly your cunt gripped his cock.

“So fucking tight for me, baby. Such a good fucking slut.”

He thrusts into you, slowly, testing out the waters first before he hears you groan yet again.

“Please, fuck me faster, Eddie. Want you, wanna cum all over your cock.”

After enduring his punishment and all his teasing, taking it all like a champ, who was he to refuse his good little girl?

His hips meet yours as he picks up his pace, throwing both your legs over his shoulders, still spread out nicely for him, letting him gain more access to your cunt as he fucked into you even deeper. Soon enough, you were a moaning mess under him. You reach up to rake your fingers across his now bare chest just like you did earlier, digging your nails into his skin as you did so. He lets out a groan as the sting from your nails mixes with the pleasure of your cunt that clenched around him.

He chuckles darkly as his hand wraps around your throat, you shiver at the coldness of the silver rings he wore around his fingers. “Yeah, that’s right, fucking take it like the good girl you are,” he snaps his hips towards yours once more, hitting that soft, spongy spot inside you that made your toes curl and a loud moan involuntarily make its way out of your mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry, turns out you aren’t the good girl you make yourself out to be, huh? Nothing but a filthy little slut with her legs spread wide open all for me.”

You can’t help but let out an even louder moan at his words, your mind filled with nothing but thoughts about him, how good he was making you feel.

The pleasure had started to overwhelm you, especially when his fingers found their way towards your clit, rubbing it in circles once more and you cry out in pleasure.

“Yeah, fuck—yes, good fucking girl, taking me so well.” His praise directed towards you, despite how condescending it sounded, made you mewl as your mind went blank with the immense pleasure he was giving you.

Noticing the fucked out expression on your face, Eddie props his hand against the head board.

“You getting all fucked out now, hmm? How you feeling baby? Y’like getting fucked stupid by my cock?”

“Feels so good,” you pant, barely even able to put your words together. “So fucking big, Eddie, love your thick cock so much, stretching me out so fucking good.”

He smirks at you, grabbing one of your tits in his hand, fingers flicking and pinching your hardened nipple.

“That’s fucking right, my fat cock stretching that pussy out so—shit, so fucking good for ya. Fucking you like how you want because you’ve been a good girl, yeah? My good fucking girl.”

All you do is hum and nod at his words as you look at him with half lidded eyes, smiling at his praise.

“Open up that pretty mouth of yours, baby.” He commands, and you do so obediently, lips spread apart for him to spit into, a glob of saliva landing on your tongue. You swallow, without even him telling you to, and his chest swells with pride as he realized what he had turned you into: a slut, a whore for his cock, for him and only him.

As he continues his brutal pace, pounding into you so deeply, continually hitting that spot within yourself that made you see stars, you could feel your orgasm approaching.

“So close, Eds, so fucking close, a-ah! Please, please, make me cum, Eddie, wanna cum for you so bad, wanna be your good girl, Eddie. Please please please—“

You didn’t even know what you were saying anymore as you babbled mindlessly, desperate for a release. Eddie continues to play with your clit, his thrusts becoming erratic now, intent on making you cum, making you feel the greatest pleasure you had ever felt in your entire life.

"Yeah, that's it baby, let go for me. Cum for me."

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck, Eddie! Eddie, Eddie—“ you continue to chant his name like a prayer despite all the unholy things the two of you were doing, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, tongue lolling out of your mouth as you finally let go, juices gushing from your cunt and making a mess on the bed.

You shuddered as your high began its slow descent, regaining somewhat of your consciousness as you looked up at Eddie, his eyes glued to where you and him met.

You cups his cheeks, causing his gaze to fall upon you, your eyes soft and lips slightly ajar, his once domineering gaze softened at the sight of you below him.

He groaned, sensing that he was close.

“I—fuck, come on, princess, where do you want it?”

You smile softly as you stroke his cheek with your thumb. “Inside me.”

He looks at you, somewhat surprised, his thrusts slowly become more sloppy by the minute.

“You sure about that, (y/n)?”

You nod at him, hands never leaving his face as you brought him closer to you, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I’m on the pill, it’s okay.”

God fucking bless the feminist movement.

“Come on, Eddie, cum for me, want you to fill me up, wanna feel how warm your cum would be inside me.”

With your words of encouragement, Eddie’s entire body tenses as he let out a low groan, releasing inside of you, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside your cunt. As he pulled out, he couldn’t help but stare as your hole clenched around nothing, his white, sticky cum leaking from your pussy.

Exhausted, he falls down onto the bed beside you, snaking an arm around your waist as you lean into his touch, you shift so you laid on your side, resting your head atop his bicep as you trace patterns onto his chest.

Eddie exhales, brushing your hair from your sweaty forehead, his fingers making their way down your face to trace your jawline.

As the two of you lay there, utterly exhausted from fucking like rabbits, you can’t help but stare up at him with affection, his warm brown eyes staring you with the same care. You lean your head towards him, and he does the same, until your lips meet in a kiss.

This time, the kiss you two shared was soft, gentle, loving even. You pull away from him, breathless.

“There goes the line of straight A’s on my report card.” You huff.

Eddie rubs your shoulder affectionately. “Don’t worry, we’ll work on it tomorrow, we have time.”

Any of the past anxieties you had over your grades ceases as you lay in his arms, safe and comfortable, all your troubles far away.

“I’m sorry,” you say, earnestly. “For all the things I said to you earlier, you were right, I can be a bit of a control freak sometimes.”

“A bit?”

You flick his forehead.

“Ow! Joking, kidding, I’m joking,” he says with a smile as you tuck your head into the spot his neck and shoulder met. “I’m sorry too, for calling you all sorts of mean things.”

“Before or after sex?”

He pinched your nose, earning a laugh from you as you push his hand away.

“See? I can joke around too, I’m not stuck up.”

He intertwines his fingers with yours, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Yeah, you’re not.”

A moment of tender silence passes by the both of you as you gaze at each other affectionately.

“You know,” Eddie says, scratching his chin. “I’ve had a crush on you since like, freshman year.”

You furrow your eyebrows as you cringe at his words. “Seriously? That was the awkwardest year of my life, how did you ever manage to form a crush on me then?”

He rolled his eyes playfully, smiling at you. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad. I found you cute, braces, nerdiness, and all.”

You chuckle, nudging him gently. “Well, y’know, can’t deny that I found you cute myself, right when you walked into class.”

He laughs at your admission. “What? Lil ol’ me with my band t-shirts and ripped jeans?”

You peck him on the lips. “Exactly you with your wild hair and pretty doe eyes.”

He can’t help the affection that seemed to overflow from his chest as he kissed you all over your face, from your forehead to your nose to both your cheeks to the corners of your mouth to your jaw to your neck. You giggle as he showers you with affection.

As much as you could stay in his arms forever, you can’t.

You prop yourself up on your elbows before you stand, stumbling a bit as you do, to which Eddie responds by swiftly holding out his hand to steady you, still on the bed.

“Where are you going?”

You smile at him, kissing his knuckles.

“Need to pee.” You reply before slowly hobbling your way out his room, gripping whatever you could to keep yourself from falling.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Munson, what did you do to me?”

He laughs heartily, the sound causes your heart to flutter.

“Nothing that you didn’t want, princess.” He winks.

How about where you are hanging out with jungkook a lot and yeonjun gets really jealous and tries to show you who you belong to 🥺

! - oral [face fucking], degradation, spitting, orgasm denial

it’s been a while since yeonjun directed a word at you and from his expression, you can tell he’s far from happy - jaw locked, knuckles white from his tight grip on the steering wheel and chest heaving up and down with each heavy breath. you didn’t dare mention it throughout your journey back home but you knew there was something going on that was messing with his head. yeonjun never got this angry and, perhaps, his newly found mood was what prevented you from building up the courage to ask until he was done parking outside his apartment.

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Join Me - Peter Ballard

Show: Stranger Things

Pairing: f!reader x Peter Ballard/Henry creel/001

Tags: short (ish) fluff, Peter one-shot, fanfic

Warnings: mention of blood, violence, st4 spoilers!

Summary: Peter is under the impression that you died. Peter knows he cant live without you, but he soon wants revenge. Little does he know, you weren’t really gone after all.

Notes: This was so rushed I’m sorry if it ended up being terrible, feel free to correct me on any mistakes!!

This is also my first post on here!! I actually kind of like tumblr, and I’m planning on writing more here. Feel free to ask for requests. Preferably Peter Ballard but I also wrote down some more fandoms in my bio :)

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