She Knows What Nancy Listens To.

Yellow | Draco Malfoy

Hey lovelies, here’s another Draco. I don’t know why but right now he’s all I have the motivation to write for. I hope you don’t mind! 

Description: Y/n and Draco falling in love with the color yellow and each other

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: It’s a little angsty, a little smutty, very fluffy, and way too long

Word count: 6k

Tags: FLUFF, angst at times, the ending hints at smut

Tag list: @fashionably-crying​ , @draconisxcaput​

Yes, I’m using this gif again, sue me

Yellow. Sunshine, flowers, freshly pressed gold. Everything that’s eternally happy and pure and good. 

Yellow. Sickness, potions gone bad, poison. Bile when there’s nothing left to throw up. 

Yellow. Kissing, and fighting, and doing. The color of life itself.

The color of the pumpkins growing in Professor Sprout’s greenhouse and of her nails as she writes notes on information long ingrained in her memory.

“Can anyone tell me the name for what is in front of you all right now?” Professor Sprout’s jolly voice rings through the greenhouse and you can’t help but smile as you raise your hand.

Sprout nods at you, a smile on her face too, knowing quite well that you’ll tell her what she wanted to hear and more.

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Teach Me [Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader]

Summary: Eddie notices you watching him in class and asks you for your help.

TW/CW: Smut, 18+ only, minors DNI. Thigh riding, grinding, fingering, PIV, ring-kink, mutual pining, idiots in love, possessive!eddie toward the end

A/N: I am down horrendously for this man, your honor

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Ms. O'Donnel's class was kind of a bitch. Even you had to admit it, and you did pretty well for yourself in school.

You had been stealing glances at Eddie Munson all year-- the older, charming, slightly dangerous but all-too-fluffy dungeon master with the best damn hair you'd ever seen.

You came from different worlds and two obviously opposite ends of the social spectrum. Eddie was loud and loved to make a scene, putting his humor on display for any and everyone with no regrets. Whereas you tried to stay to yourself and avoid human interaction to the best of your ability.

That didn't stop what was once your little spark of interest with Eddie from turning into a full on wildfire; vibrant flames that were fanned every time you saw that devilish grin of his.

You had to work hard to avert your eyes as he drummed on his notebook with his pencil, twirling the ends of his hair with his free hand. You'd look away successfully, just to feel your eyes slowly drifting back to him moments later.

His rings caught your eye this time as he played with his hair, the different silver bands catching the sunlight as his fingers bent and twirled around the strands of hair. You had to swallow back the audible gasp that rose in your throat when he suddenly turned his head and caught you staring.

You quickly looked down at your desk, scribbling nonsense in your notebook as if you'd been working away the whole class period - not daydreaming about his ring-clad fingers being wrapped around your throat.

You could feel your heart ramming against your ribcage as you willed the bell to ring, granting you a sweet escape into the sea of people that would flood the hallways, hiding you from the piercing doe eyes that were burning into you now.

You glanced back up momentarily to find Eddie still looking at you, a cheeky smirk sitting perfectly on his face. You blinked a few times, suddenly forgetting how to look away.

Hi he mouthed as Ms. O'Donnel drawled on about the book report assignment, rushing to push out details before the final bell rang.

You lifted your hand and waved discreetly as your cheeks began to burn.

His smile grew wider as he admired your shyness, something Eddie absolutely adored about you.

The bell rang and you thanked the Gods, hurrying to shove your books in your bag and get the hell out of there. You managed to slip out of the class before anyone else, speed walking to your locker to put your things away despite your first thought to just lug it all home to save time.

You shut the locker, your heart practically leaping from your chest as Eddie stood propped against the lockers behind it. You let out a small yelp that sent a chuckle straight through him.

"Didn't mean to scare you," he said as he watched you with an amused grin. "I'm Eddie. We have English together," he says as he motions down the hall.

"Yeah, I know," you say hesitantly. "I'm-"

"Y/N," he finishes for you as he shakes your hand slowly, his cold rings pressing into your hand. "I know," he says as he squints his eyes with a grin.

Your name falling from his lips was a melody you could listen to on repeat. You were a little shocked that he knew your name, but the thought quickly vanished as your focus turned to how intently he was watching you.

You realize you're standing there like an idiot so you throw your bag over your shoulder, trying to appear less like a star-struck loser.

"Well, have a good day," You say awkwardly as you walk past him, taking a deep breath as you feel your nerve endings singe.

"Hey, wait up!" he calls as he jogs up next to you, walking with you down the hall to the large double doors to freedom.

You looked up at him with expectant eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Listen, I'm uh... I'm tanking O'Donnel's class. I really need a D so I can graduate next month," he says quietly, almost with shame in his voice. "Could we, I don't know, maybe study together? This book report is going to kick my ass,"

You stopped in your tracks as you stood outside of the school now, looking up as the sun beamed down on Eddie's frizzy hair. Of course he just wanted help with English. Now that made sense to you.

"Well, I guess I'm free... sure. Why not?" You say, looking down at your sneakers. What did you have to lose?

Eddie burst into an obnoxiously adorable display of excitement, jumping up on the ledge of the stairs to take a victory stance with his arms thrown in the air.

Your eyes were wide as you looked around, feeling the curious, judgmental looks of your peers on you now.

Eddie hopped back down and placed his hand on your back to lead you away from the busy entrance. "Shit, sorry," he whispered as he tried to shield you. You tried to hide the effect it had on you as you felt warmth travel through your whole body.

"Yours or mine?" Eddie asked, turning to walk backwards as he pulled a cigarette out and placed it between his lips to light it. "My uncle is away for a few days, so my place is pretty quiet."

You nodded, a nervousness creeping up the back of your neck when you thought of being alone with him. You mentally shook it out. No, you were just going to study. Eddie smiled as he pulled his keys from his pocket to jingle them, jerking his head to point toward his van.

"M'lady," he said with a dramatic bow as he opened the passenger side door to let you in. You couldn't help but smile, which made Eddie's entire day.

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"So you're tellin' me this man slayed a dragon just to die like right after?" Eddie asked with exasperation, sat on his bed with books and papers scattered all around the both of you.

You giggled and shrugged your shoulders. "Something like that. Maybe we should read it again," you mused as he cocked his head to the side, observing the way your eyes squinted when you smiled really big.

You look up from your copy of Beowulf to catch him staring, the smile dropping from your face as you realized you were sitting in Eddie Munson's bed... With Eddie Munson. It was surreal, to say the least.

"Thanks again for your help," Eddie said as he put his pencil down and stretched, the hem of his Hellfire Club shirt lifting to show his lower belly. You glanced away shyly as you pretended not to notice his happy trail.

You felt a sudden wave of confidence hit as your curiosity nagged in the back of your mind. "So why did you ask me to help you?"

Eddie smiled, looking down at his hands as he spun his rings.

"You're smart..." he said lowly, leaving it open like he had more to add. You waited, and he obliged. "And you're fascinating."

You felt your cheeks heating up again, looking away from him. "I'm not fascinating," you said with a soft laugh.

You felt movement on the bed as Eddie slid his books and papers out of the way, shifting closer to you.

"Look at me," he said firmly, and you looked because, well, he told you to.

"You are fascinating. And you're beautiful. And you are all the things you tell yourself you're not," Eddie said with a raised eyebrow, as if he wasn't backing down until you agreed with him.

You struggled to maintain eye contact as you felt embarrassment rising to your cheeks once again.

He reaches out to place his hand on your face, furrowing his brow when you flinch at first.

"You okay?" He asks softly as you nod, leaning into his touch.

And with that, he leans forward on his knees, pulling you toward him gently to capture your lips in a longing kiss. You feel your head spin with intoxication and yearning, greed filling your senses as you want more, need more.

A soft moan leaves your throat as you lean up on your knees now, pressing your body into his as he wraps his arm firmly around your waist to hold you there.

You break the kiss as you look over his face, his eyes heavy with want as his other hand loses itself in your hair.

"I can't tell you how long I've wanted this," you whisper as he presses a kiss to your jawline.

"God, me too," he says lowly as he kisses your lips again, his fingers running down the side of your neck.

You feel your core tightening as he holds you tightly, his tongue pushing past your teeth to dive into your mouth, swirling around your own as you feel arousal pooling in between your thighs.

Eddie slowly sinks back onto the bed, pulling you down with him so that you're laying on his chest.

He pulls away to run his thumb over your swollen bottom lip, his eyes darker now as you feel his cock hardening against your hip.

"So pretty," he says as he brushes your hair from your face, his eyes scanning over your features. "What's a girl like you doing with a guy like me anyway?" He says with a hushed laugh.

You sigh as you instinctively grind your hips against his, watching as his eyes roll back momentarily.

"Whatever," you laugh, shaking your head as he bucks his hips, grinding his clothed erection against your throbbing cunt, as if to punish you for your comeback.

"You're out of my league, sweetheart. I had no idea I even had a shot with you," he said as you rolled your hips again, a groan slipped out of his throat and his fingers digging into your hips to hold you against him.

"I'm just... shy," you say as you look down at your hands bracing against his chest.

"I know. It's hot," he says with a smirk as he pulls you down to kiss you with vehemence, flipping you over on to your back.

You feel impatient as he slides his knee in between your legs, pushing your skirt up and granting you access to grind down on his thigh. You wiggle your hips, anxious for friction but still feel that empty ache you desperately need him to fill.

"Touch me, Eddie... Please," you whisper, grasping his shirt as you look up into his eyes.

"I don't want to push you too far," he says lowly as his eyes scan your body now. "God, I want you... I don't know if I'll be able to control myself,"

You grab his hand and slide it into your skirt, pressing his fingers against your wetness as you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut.

"I don't want you to," you huff as your eyes gaze up at him sweetly.

It drives Eddie crazy, watching you pleasure yourself with his hand. His mouth falls open as you moan, pressing his digits down on your clit.

"We're gonna have so much fun together, princess," he says as he circles his fingers against your bud, his cock throbbing in his pants.

Eddie's lips crash into yours as he slips his fingers further into your folds, spreading your juices down so he can easily slip a finger inside of you.

"Fuck," you gasp as you throw your head back against the pillow, granting him perfect access to your throat. He sucks a purple bruise into the side, biting gently as he releases the skin, pumping his finger in and out of you at a rhythmic pace.

You reach down and clumsily fumble with his pants button and zipper until you finally make enough room to venture inside and grab ahold of him, hard and throbbing at your touch.

Eddie hisses as you squeeze the base before pumping your fist up and down slowly one time.

"Do you have a condom?" You ask, Eddie quickly nodding as he leans over to find one in his night stand.

He leans back to kick his jeans off before rolling on the contraceptive, an erotic display as he fists his own length a few times to stretch out the latex.

His eyes meet yours again as he gazes down at you: a panting, anticipating mess laid before him. With your skirt pushed up around your waist, he helps you slip off your panties before tossing them off to the side somewhere and letting out a shaky exhale as he leans down above you.

"You okay?" He asks, searching your face with his lovely doe eyes.

You admire his softness, nodding quickly as you pull him in for a kiss. He presses his forehead against yours as he slides into you, gripping the sheets with his supporting hand as your hot, wet entrance swallows his cock.

You gasp as he stretches you open, a mix of pleasure and pain that makes your head fuzzy. Eddie moans lowly as he fills you, lowering his torso down against yours as he bottoms out. He stays still, letting you adjust to him as he slides his arms under your back to hold you.

"You're so tight, baby," he pants, trying hard to keep still so he doesn't rush you before you're ready. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, Eddie, please don't stop" you whine, shifting your hips to feel him move slightly.

Eddie shudders as your walls clench around him, gently moving his hips to see if you're in pain. You squeeze his shoulders, letting out a sound of pleasure that rips straight through his core.

He finally starts to thrust into you, groaning as he pulls out and stuffs himself back in, unable to be still any longer.

He sets a pace that makes you want to drool, lazily snapping his hips so he goes deep deep deeper each time, pulling you onto his cock with his grip on the back of your neck.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asks with a low growl, his eyes roaming your parted mouth and heavy eyelids. "Hm? I saw you watching me in class," he continues, clenching his jaw as he quickens his pace, pulling louder moans from your chest. "But you weren't just watching me... you wanted me, didn't you? You wanted me inside of you, princess?"

You cry out as he slams into you the deepest he has yet, piercing your cunt as he nudges your g-spot, forcing you to see stars as he kisses you jawline. "My sweet, shy girl... not so shy now, are you?"

"Eddie, I- I'm gonna cum," you whimper, your nails digging into his shoulder blades as he pounds you into his mattress.

Eddie lets out a chuckle as he watches you with awe, writhing beneath him. He pumps harder, your eyes rolling back as he tests you to see what makes you tick. "You want it harder, baby?"

You whimper a yes, unable to form anything coherent as you wrap your legs around his hips to get him in even further. He slips an arm under your knee, hooking your leg up over his elbow as he slides even deeper, hitting you at an angle that makes you want to cry.

He's railing you now as you snake your hands into his gorgeous hair, pulling his head back as he lets out a deep groan, encouraging him as he slams his hips into yours.

"That's it, princess, cum all over me," he says as he slips his hand down to play with your clit, his thumb expertly rubbing circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You force your eyes open to look at him, his jaw clenched as he thrusts in and out of you wildly, his eyes focused on your pussy as he watches himself fuck you with knitted brows.

He glances up to see you staring, sliding his free hand up around your throat. You gasp as his cool rings press in against your warm skin, cutting off just enough air that you feel dizzy. You feel your whole body tense as your pussy locks around him, your thighs trembling as you cry out his name.

"Oh shit!" He gasps as your cunt clamps around him. He growls something unintelligible as his thrusts become erratic and sloppy, stopping as he rams into you a final time, shooting his hot load into the condom.

He falls down on top of you as his moans mix with heavy panting, carefully shifting his weight so he doesn't crush you. He lifts his head after a moment, his big eyes glazed over with post-orgasmic bliss as he looks at you.

"That was fun," he says with a chuckle.

"You need help with any other classes?" You ask breathlessly as Eddie breaks into laughter, his head falling back down on your chest. You both giggle as you brush your fingers through his hair.

"You can teach me whatever, whenever," he says as he looks back up at you. You watch as his smile fades, his face becoming more serious as he examines your face.

"Be mine."

Your breath catches in your throat as you give him an appalled look. "What?" You ask with an awkward laugh, thinking he had to be joking.

"Be mine, princess," He says again, his eyes looking over you with possession.

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Will: um I've noticed you've been avoiding me recently-

Mike:

this is the best representation of internalised homophobia we ever got in media you can't change my mind

stranger things, starring: these guys (via)

hufflepuff~istp~libra~foodie~badger patronus~request for @generalblizzarddreamer

thanks for your patience :)

𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥 // 𝕖𝕞 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕤𝕙

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 → your bedroom shares a wall with your roommate steve’s. unbeknownst to you, he listens in every night, fucking his hand to the sinful sounds you make while your boyfriend fucks you within an inch of your life

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 → riding, hair pulling, masturbation (m!receiving), drugs, pervert!steve, roommate!steve, listening in on sex(?), orgasm denial. choking, dom!eddie, dark!steve, lmk of anymore! 18+ ONLY

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 → 965

𝕒𝕟 → babe wake up, ameliora-j finally posted a new fic

tucked against eddie’s chest as some random black sabbath album played loudly in an attempt to drown out the sounds you were letting out as his cock hit that heavenly spot inside of you repeatedly. your nails dug deep into the blades of his shoulders as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “fuck eddie” you whimpered softly. you were riding him, but in truth you were quite useless in the situation as he was the one doing most of the work. the blunt the two of you had just shared left you pliant, allowing him to do all of the work.

“that’s it baby, can feel your gorgeous little cunt—fuck—squeezing me so nicely. so—shit—so tight” he breathed as he tugged your hair to pull your head back so that he could suck beautifully dark hues into your neck.

unknown to you, your roommate could hear each and every one of your gorgeously sinful sounds. you sounded so wrecked. and he couldn’t help but wish it was his cock splitting you open every night instead of eddie ‘the freak’ munson. his pants and boxers were pulled down to his ankles, his hand wrapped tightly around his own cock, stroking ferociously as he imagined his hand was your pussy. he knew without ever seeing it that it’d be the most beautiful pussy he’d ever laid eyes on.

he didn’t even need any lube, the head of his dick leaking immense amounts of precum to make enough lubrication to easily guide his hand up and down. he’d learned your sounds, knew exactly what sounds you’d make when you were just nearing the edge and constantly timed his end to be with your’s, some nights edging himself for hours on end when munson felt particularly sadistic, forcing you to hold it in as he ravaged your poor little cunt. “fuck yn” steve grunted, unable to stop himself from bucking into his hand as he listened to your moans.

he felt disgusting. sick and perverted, but he just couldn’t stop himself. you sounded so beautifully fucked out, and he couldn’t help but wish he could see you. your hips stuttering and breathless pants coming out. your pretty little whimpers and the way you’d bite your lip to try and keep quiet. the way your eyes probably rolled back in your head when you fell apart. and the helpless little whines you’d let out when eddie told you that you couldn’t cum yet. those nights felt like a punishment for both you and steve, yet you’d never be able to know that you were punishing your roommate as well.

“eddie… eddie please ‘m gonna cum” you whimpered softly. you uselessly attempted to swivel your hips to get him back to that heavenly spot. his ringed hand wrapped around your throat, beautifully cutting off your air supply as he smirked up at you through hooded eyes.

“beg” he demanded simply. you whined loudly, tears cascading down your cheeks like a flowing river. you weren’t against begging, especially not in this state. you’d do anything to please eddie. to be his good little cocksleeve as he puts it. your head was swimming in lust and all you wanted was to cum. to fall gloriously off that cliff in a way that only eddie could make you.

so beg you did. stuttering and babbling out useless nonsense mixed in with pleas and his name. sobbing harshly from the exertion of holding back your orgasm as eddie looked up at you with a sadistic smirk playing on his lips. almost like he knew something you didn’t. “cum now.” he commanded “let stevie boy hear how gorgeous you sound when you cream on my cock.” you have no idea why he continued to speak, for the second he uttered the word ‘cum’ you were already falling apart. your pupils dilating so that no color could be seen except black and your vision going white as you screamed his name out in pure bliss, creaming on his cock just like he had asked you to.

steve’s ears perked up when he heard eddie say his name. he had no time to process it further, however, as his cock had already begun spurting the second he heard you scream out and bliss. “god fuck shit” he grunted loudly as he blew his load. he tried to be quiet, truly he did, but eddie heard it all. and listening to steve ‘the hair’ harrington cum simply on eddie’s command enacted his own orgasm. the three of you sat, steve in the room just behind the wall of your’s, moaning out in pure bliss as each of you rode out your orgasm.

steve had never cum so hard in his life. it went everywhere. spurting onto his abs and up to his chest, even making his thighs a sticky mess as his balls clenched up and his head weeped with small remnants of his cum. he whimpered quietly as he continued stroking, simply torturing himself as he rode out his orgasm. his hips bucking erratically, unable to decide whether his cock wanted more or less.

he squeezed his eyes closed. panting in an attempt to steady his breathing. “fuck” he breathed. the freak definitely knew steve was listening in on your nightly sessions with eddie. and steve couldn’t decide whether it was a good thing or bad thing.

meanwhile, eddie sat on the other side of the wall, trying to decide what to do with this new found information that the hair fucked his hand to the sounds you and eddie made in bed. he had both of you wrapped around his gorgeously ringed finger. knowledge is power. and eddie simply couldn’t wait to use this power he had over steve to both your and his advantage.

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#She's So Unserious I Love Her

One Night

hellooo!!!

I am back after four months!

I am sorry for not being active; my computer keys are broken and haven’t felt Like writing but I’ve been loving Harry Potter and used my phone to make this story! Ihavesomanyunfinishedstories–Ugh

Anyway! I hope you enjoy this story!!!

Ialsofuckeduoharry,‘sbirtgdaybut-ohwell

sorry for spelling and gramaaaaar!

Words: 6600

Warning: Romance, creampie, rough sex, rough kissing, fingering, drinking-ish, strong language

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“You are such a good girl.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: you excitingly show eddie your a+ that you got on a test, and well, things escalate.

warnings: shit i’m not gonna lie this is dirty💀 smut, language, praising, teasing and begging, reader has a thing for being called ‘good girl’ so a lot of that, talk of kinks, dacryphila, degradation. eddies cocky as hell. i think that’s it??

a/n: this was requested by @marauders3rawh0re ily babe, you’ve been on this blog ever since i started it! so i hope this satisfies your needs because i love this lmao.

“See Eddie? See? Oh, gosh, I can hardly believe it! I mean, I was just so nervous. I thought maybe, a B if I was lucky! Or even a C! But an A+! I can’t believe it?” There you were, hyped up on the adrenaline of a good grade, pacing the carpet in your room. You backed away as he climbed through your window, a wide smile on your face as you threw your arms around his neck.

“Whoa, there, babe,” He chuckled, patting your back. “Don’t I get a kiss first?”

You pulled away, grabbing his chin and pulling him down to yours. You have them a loud peck, and you squealed when his hand sneakily moved down to give your ass a squeeze. “See here! Look, Eddie, I can’t believe it!”

You shoved the paper in his hand, and he chuckled amongst himself as he observed your paper. He smirked, glancing your way. “What did I tell you? All that worrying for nothing. Good job, kiddo! Proud of you!” He hooked an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side as you both sat on the window seal.

You smiled as he kissed the side of your head, looking down as you fiddled with your fingers. Eddie always made you blush, since day one. You always caught yourself staring at his hands, the rings on them. You liked the look of the calluses on the pads of his fingers, making shapes and odd designs. They were rough, his hands, and honestly, you were sure that’s why you liked them.

But that was Eddie. He was rough. His music choice, his clothing. His mannerisms and attitude. It was a direct opposite of who you were. You two had been together for maybe a month now, but a lot of people didn’t even believe it, because it just didn’t fit. Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson with you, Miss innocent and not a hair out of place.

The kids thought maybe it was some prank, it had to of been. He even canceled dnd one night just to see a play you had been in. Dustin nearly cried. But Eddie couldn’t help it. You’d drawn him in like a fly to honey. You’d come to his lunch table one day, asking for signatures on a petition to end sexism at Hawkins High. Of course, everyone at the table signed, but it almost startled them to see you behind the sign. It was known you didn’t care much for conversation.

You asked with a small, shaky voice for signatures, and Eddie Munson fell head over heels in love with you that moment there. And the funny thing was, he’d never really noticed you before. He knew you, obviously, but it wasn’t like he’d already had a crush on you. It was something in the air that day, apparently, because your bravery lured him in.

He worked his magic and started conversations with you here and there, asking if you’d help tutor him to pass a class. You did, and he passed, but you fell head over heels with him too. And it wasn’t that the kids didn’t like you, they just didn’t know how to act around you, because it was weird for them to see Eddie so mushy around someone of the opposite sex.

Eddie brought out the best in you, though, a part of you that you were unfamiliar with. He was completely and utterly genuine with you, and didn’t treat you like a glass doll like everyone else did. The conversations you had seemed to last for hours. He also took your virginity, and that was only just a few weeks ago. That was an experience, for sure.

Your innocence to Eddie was nearly mind blowing. Your music taste, your clothing. Your attitude and mannerisms. It completely differed with his. He absolutely adored your little pink bow in your hair, your knee high socks and tight skirt. It nearly sent him to the grace.

“Thanks, I just tried to remember what you told me,” You continued, breathing in relief. “That all I needed to do was try my best, and that you had faith in me.” You blinked up at him with a smile.

“Good girl,” He tapped your nose, bumping his forehead against yours. “I knew you could do it.”

Well that was new. Your cheeks burned hotly at his comment, and god, you didn’t know why. You cleared your throat awkwardly, and you recognized that churn in your stomach. Sex was still new to you. There were so many…positions. You could do it…anywhere. It was overwhelming. Your mind buzzed with confusion, and you pulled your forehead away and cleared your throat again. “So, did you have a good day?”

He raised his brows in amusement at your tone, noticing how dark your cheeks had turned crimson. He kept his chuckle inside, but he knew damn well his little comment gave you butterflies. He’d have fun with that. “Good. The kids are preparing for the campaign tomorrow. Sinclair has another godforsaken game of laundry baskets again, so they’ll have to find a replacement. You in?” He stood, twirling around your room and observing the decor.

Your room was extremely pink. He loved it, but if he stared at an obnoxiously bright colored object too long, he got nauseas. “Oh, I- no, I’m alright.” You chuckled, pushing a loose curl back. “Truth be told I don’t think they like me very much.”

“Hey,” He narrowed his eyes. “It’s not that they don’t like you. It’s me that they’re unsure about. You’ve done nothing wrong, y/n.” He sent you that puppy love gleam as he picked up your music box.

“Well, neither have you, Eddie.” You began untying your shoes. “I guess we’re just modern day Romeo and Juliet.” Your tone softened at the realization, throwing your shoes to the side.

He glanced at your reflection in the mirror. He knew you felt guilty for not being his “type”. You even said it once. In fact, you cried. That was an ordeal of its own.

“We’re a match made in heaven, sweetheart.” He nearly sang, crouching down to your feet. “The freak and the good girl.” He watched your eyes then, and dear lord he saw them flare.

Your cheeks flushed again, your stomach fluttered at his words. Why was that sweet little phrase bothering you so? His hand was warm against your bare knee, but it sent firework sensations up your thigh from his statement.

“Ha!” He laughed in your face, causing you flinch.

“What?!” You jumped.

“You’re blushing! Again!” He clapped his hands in the musical rhythm he did when he was hyped up, dancing and shuffling his feet in amusement. “You totally like that, don’t you?”

“Like what?” You grew smaller, voice high in question. You really didn’t know what he was talking about, being confusing with your feelings yourself.

“Good girl!” He placed his hands on his knees, looking at you as his jaw hung open in amusement.

Your eyes grew wide when you realized the connection, and you straightened immediately. “I do not!” You defended hotly.

“Yes, you do!” He pointed, clapping his hands again. “Look at you! You blush every time I mention it!” He was laughing, chuckling and pointing at you as you grew utterly embarrassed.

“No- Eddie, will you shut-” You tried shouting, but crossed your arms in frustration. “Eddie, I do not!”

“Hey, I’m not judging you, babe,” He tried containing his laughter, moving back to crouch by your feet. His giggles were escaping his lips, and he pulled your hands into his. “Really, I’m not. It’s cute, actually.”

You groaned painfully loud, looking up to the ceiling. He snorted at your resistance. “No, it’s not. I’m disgusting.”

“So, you’re admitting it?”

Your eyes snapped to his. “No!” You yelped, causing him to cackle and put his hands up.

“Hey, hey, calm down,” He cleared his throat, trying to keep from embarrassing you more. “Really, y/n, it’s fine. Everyone has the stuff they like. Honestly, yours is pretty vanilla compared to what else is out there.”

Your eyes grew somewhat more curious at his words, peeking your interest. You swallowed roughly, looking down to pick at your nails. “Really?” Your voice squeaked.

Half of the time, he just wanted to laugh at how innocent you were, but it took a lot not to. He knew how incredibly shy you were, and it didn’t take much for you to crawl back into your shell.

“Sure.” He nodded enthusiastically, his black curls bouncing. “I mean, some people like to be tied up or uh- blindfolded. There’s um, choking and slapping. God, then there’s some real heavy bdsm type shit. That’s for another day. I don’t want to traumatize you.” He chuckled.

You brought up your nail to chew, thinking over his words. You couldn’t even imagine yourself in those scenarios, but you didn’t ever imagine being together with Eddie Munson, either. Your exact opposite. “But I couldn’t ever see you doing those things,” He got your attention, taking your finger away from the abuse of your teeth. “Since you’re such a good girl, and everything.” He tilted his chin at you, hooking his finger underneath your jaw. He said it with such seriousness this time, and it caused a sparking tension to electrify between you.

Your eyes flickering between his lips and his eyes, and your stomach continued to burn at the idea of being his good girl. You sighed. You couldn’t fake it anymore. “You’re right, I love it.” You breathed, smashing your lips against his.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled you both up, his hands holding your burning face. Your bodies glued together like magnets, his arms moving up and down your back as your lips danced like ballerinas. Your feet dangled slightly, due to the hold he had on you. He always had to lift you up a bit in times like these, having been so much short than him. It was either that, or him breaking his neck trying to bend down to kiss you.

Your back hit your bedroom door, and you gasped when his lips found your neck, his hands placing yours above your head. “Sex can be anything you want it to be, sweetheart,” He licked the skin below your ear, and you moaned sweetly, your leg curling around his ankle.

“You’re the boss. You tell me what you want me to do.” He sucked and nippled at your red skin, leaving pomegranate colored love bites to show off to the world. He loved claiming you that way.

It always made you feel shameful and embarrassed, asking him to do a certain thing during sex. You were too awkward for that, but Eddie was trying to chip away that wall. “I want-” Your voice broke, his fingers slowly unbuttoning your blouse.

“Yes?” He hummed.

His body pressed against yours, and your jaw fell slack, your neck craning to the ceiling as he licked a strip along your collar bone. “Call me a good girl.” You caved, a heavy, dripping sound of desperation in your voice. “Please, call- call me your good girl, Eddie, oh-”

You gasped as he swiftly picked you up by the waist, throwing you on the bed as he hovered above you. You moaned loudly into his mouth, his lips against yours once again. Kissing Eddie was like swimming inside of a painting. You could feel every molecule inside of him, and sometimes, kissing him alone was just as overwhelming as the sex itself. He would be the death of you. He settled himself between your legs, pressing his growing erection against your skirt.

“Oh, god.” You whimpered, turning your head into the pillow. The sensations alone were enough bliss for you, that’s how new it was. The sex was just going to get better and better.

“Take your skirt off.” His voice was stern, and you opened your eyes up at him in surprise. Eddie was not mean or dominating to you during sex, by any means. But on discovering your turn on, he was curious to experiment a bit. “Do as I say.” He took his hands off you, placing one on the headboard and the other by your hip.

You moved your hands to the waistband of your pink plaid skirt, but froze and looked back to him. His brown eyes pierced into yours, and he licked his lips, his mastermind moving faster than the speed of light. “Y/n,” He said firmly, yet there was always a hint of playfulness behind his lips. That’s why you were never scared, why you never had issues trusting him.

“Be a good girl and take your skirt off.” He raised a brow, and he watched as you bit your lip.

You pulled down the band, pushing it below your knees as you both sat up. He helped you push it through your ankles, and then next, went your panties. You were laid back again and you leaned up to excitingly kiss him, but he held his hand up. “Ah,” He grabbed your wrist. “Not just yet, my queen.”

You swallowed, your eyes blinking rapidly. “Why-” He shut you up with a kiss, pressing over so softly. You sighed into it, just tiny little pecks and motions he gave you.

Then, his hands brushed at your knees, and at the contact, you tried to spread your legs, but he wouldn’t let you. His grip them tightened, but his soft kissed didn’t let up. He placed one at the corner of your mouth, then dipping his tongue back to gloss over your teeth.

Then, they slowly trailed up your thighs, circling them with warm patterns. He was teasing you, but you were too dumb to realize. The puckering sounds of your wet lips filled the room, his fingers making you shiver. Your heart began to speed up when he slowly moved his fingers deeper into your legs, but it diminished quickly when he moved up to your stomach.

You curled your leg around his hip, desperate for friction. Deepening the kiss, you grabbed his hand, placing it on your breast. You were getting agitated for that sweet relief in the pit of your stomach, your thighs glistening with your arousal. You tried to reach for his belt, but he moved your hand away. You huffed, looking up. “Eddie, what the hell-”

“Watch that language,” He said sternly, eyes sharp. “Good girls don’t talk like that. Good girls don’t have bratty attitudes. So if you want me to give you what you want, you’ll have to be a good girl and behave yourself.”

Your eyes were wide with anticipation, and he hurriedly, moved down between your thighs. A loud gasp pushed it’s way out of you as he spread your legs, wrapping one leg around his neck. He placed a sloppy kiss on the inside of your thigh, and he continued his torturous pleasure.

Each thigh he kiss, slowly, messily. He sucked and bit, pulling at your sensitive skin. He blew soft air on your burning cunt, but he never touched it with his pink lips. He continued this for minutes, leaving you a shaky, sweaty and needy mess. You were whimpering like you were in pain, convulsing and arching your back, desperate for any source of friction to find. Your hands dug into the long, black ropes of his hair, pulling like rapunzel.

“Oh, god, Eddie please,” You begged, trying to pull his head up. “Please- I need you so bad, I can’t do it,”

He smiled against your skin, the shakiness of your voice pleasuring him. He came up to you, his hand going the base of your neck. “Poor baby,” He frowned, his finger wiping away the sweat on your forehead. “You’ve done so good for me. Should I reward you?”

“Yes!” You nodded furiously. “Yes, now-”

“No, no,” He tsked, holding up a finger. “Ask me nicely, sweetheart. Trust me, I can do this all night.”

You bit back a cry, throwing your head back on the pillow. “Please, please, Eddie,” You breathed heavily. “Please, reward me. I want you so bad, please- I want you inside me.”

“You want me to fuck you, is that it?” He unbuckled his belt, lifting himself up. “You want me to fuck you like the good girl you are?”

“Yes,” You whimpered. “Let me be your good girl, I wanna be your good girl so bad. Please-” He had hurriedly aligned himself at your entrance, his cock painfully hard, and thrusted into you within a second. A cracked, heavy cry spewed from your lips, and your arms wrapped around his neck like a cat, your nails digging into his back.

The headboard cracked against the wall with his first thrust, and your jaw nearly broke as you cried out. Your bodies molded together, your bed squeaking and snapping at the quick, violent movements he made. He hugged your body, burying his face in your neck. “Oh, god!” You sobbed, tears forming in your eyes.

This whole experience felt different. His attitude, the way he treated you. Each thrust was more forceful, deeper, and it was hard for you to stay conscious. “Oh, oh, my god! God, oh, god!” You repeated over and over. Your stomach had never felt so hot, so on fire with a burning light inside you. Your nails were in his skin, drawing blood, you were sure.

“Fuck.” He groaned into your skin, but you could barely hear, because you were in complete ecstasy.

He gripped the headboard, giving another thrust that made you hysterical. Tears fell down your face as you sobbed, staining the collar of your unbuttoned shirt. His lips found yours, a hard look on his face as he tried to keep from coming. He always put you first. His cock continued to drive into you with a heavy speed, and he kissed you sloppily, drinking in your sobs.

You always cried during sex, and he was far used to it. He loved it, actually.

“You’re such a good girl, y/n.” He moved faster, picking up your leg and throwing it over his shoulder. “You’re- fuck, you’re my girl. My good girl. Cum for me, sweetheart.”

And you did, with a final, sharp thrust, that tight ball in your stomach popped, crashing over you like waves. Sobs left you, holding on to him like he was your life raft. Your legs shook and your body convulsed, your pussy throbbing painfully over his cock. You fell back in exhaustion, and Eddie, all he could do was listen to you.

“You are such a good girl.”

YOU’RE A MILF AND I’M A MOTHERFUCKER- L.LAYFEYSON

Pairing:  Neighbour! Loki x Milf! Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: the crush for your hot neighbour grows at an alarming rate the more you spend time with him. once the kids go to bed and its lights out, you find out he has a crush on you too. a reallll big one. 

Warnings: SMUT, petnames, teasing, tit play, marking, possessive kink, daddy kink, dumbification kink, praise kink, idiots in love, breeding kink 0_0

Note: loki is that hot mystery boy next door except he is not a boy he is a 6′5 grown ass man who wears those white button downs everyday and rolls up the sleeves. I MADE HIM SO SWEET HERE BC CAN U IMAGINE HIM WITH KIDS OR AS A DAD?!!! SO CUTE. also this gif makes me so horny idccc! as always, enjoy babes<3

-claire bear

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